“Too much,” she says between heaving breaths.
I give her one more lick, pressing the flat of my tongue against her clit, causing her to scream again and wiggle against my grip. I suck it into my mouth, and she playfully slaps me across the back of my head.
When I pull my mouth free of her and we lock eyes, she can see she’s made a mistake. The arousal in her eyes begins to mix with fear.
“Did you just slap your Daddy?” I ask her, slowly moving up her body, my beard almost dripping with her cum. I bite the soft skin of her stomach, and she gasps. Kissing the hurt, I move further up and do it again and again until I’m at her neck. I bite down on her sensitive pulse point, pushing my dick against her thigh and claiming her like a caveman.
The thought of her running into her ex with my teeth marks on her skin drives me mad with a possessive lust that has me doing it over and over again, all over her neck until she’s writhing beneath me.
“I want anyone that sees you,” I tell her, pausing to bite her again. She moans, and my hips move further up to slip and slide against her cunt. “I want them all to see you’ve been marked and claimed.”
“Fuck,” she moans, rolling her hips up to meet mine.
“Do you like that, baby girl?” I ask her, doing it again as the head of my dick grazes her clit.
“Yes,” she says on a gasp.
“Yes, what?” Our hips roll together again, and the very tip of me slips inside of her.
“Yes, Daddy,” she corrects herself, moving her hand between us and gripping my cock. Her soft hand is warm, and when she strokes me, my forehead falls against her shoulder. Pleasure spikes down my spine and right into my balls. I resist the urge to take her in that moment and fuck her into the bed.
Instead, my hand finds hers and pulls it away. I lift my head, and our eyes meet, both hooded with lust and need. It takes all of my self-control to not give in. Instead, I pull back and flip her over, using my arm to lift her ass in the air.
“I think you deserve another spanking for that little outburst, don’t you?” I ask her as I run my hands over her ass. She pushes back into me and moans as I spread her wide, taking in my new favorite view before I give her her punishment.
“Yes, Daddy,” she says in a pitiful little voice that makes my dick twitch. She’s too fucking good at this.
“Count.”
The first slap lands…hard. Last night was a test to see how much she could take, and she had taken it like the good little slut I hoped she’d be.
“One,” she moans, her back arching even further as I knead my handprint.
I smack her again, hard enough to leave a very visible handprint. She barely gets the word out before I land number three in the exact same spot as the first two. This time she yelps and tries to move away.
“Three,” she whimpers.
“We’re going to ten,” I tell her in a stern voice. “If it gets to be too much, tell me yellow to let me know you’re getting close to your limit and red for me to stop immediately.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says.
I want her unable to sit comfortably for the rest of the day, so my slaps continue to land in the exact same spot, turning her ass bright red. The skin heats under my palm, and I relish in her whimpers of pain and arousal.
When we get to seven, I give her a short break. But when I look down to see her pussy dripping for me, my blood heats to an unbearable level. I can see it literally dripping from her slit, and it takes everything in me to not bury my face back between her thighs. Instead, I keep going, my hand landing harder on her sore skin.
“Eight!” she screams into the pillow, her voice raw from the pain. But she doesn’t use the safe words I gave her, so I go again, landing slap number nine. My handprint is bright red on her, and my cock is heavy and throbbing at the sight.
“Nine!” Her voice is muffled this time, and I look down to find her biting on the pillow beneath her. I know she’s almost at her limit—I can tell by the way she flinches each time my hand comes in contact with her ass. The last one is the hardest I’ve landed, making my own palm sting.
“Ten!” she sighs, her hips pushing back toward me.
My hands gently rub and knead her tender flesh as I watch her wetness continue to drip out of her and down onto the blankets beneath us. There’s a small puddle there, and I think it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
“You are positively drenched, baby girl,” I tell her as she moans at my touches.
“Please,” she begs, her hands going out to her sides and fisting the sheet. “Fuck me. I need your cock, please.”