Finding Peace, page 18
I know this in my soul. I’d live in a tent to be with her if that’s what she needed.
I rake my teeth over her swollen turgid nipple because I know she will arch her chest for more. When I switch to do the same to her other tit, I reach between her legs and palm her pussy. So hot and wet. I thrust two fingers into her without warning.
She cries out. Her hands come to my biceps. “Please.”
“I know, Little one. Come for me first. It will help you loosen up.”
I find her clit with my thumb and rub her the way she likes it, thrusting in and out, adding a third finger even though it makes her briefly wince.
She’s so damn tight. I hate the thought of hurting her. So much that part of the reason I’ve put off this coupling is precisely that. She looks at me like I hang the moon, and I don’t want to ruin that trust by causing her pain.
I know it will be brief and she’ll be fine, but I still dread that moment. “Come for me, Brea. Don’t hold back. I want to hear you. No one else is in the house. It’s just you and me. I want you to scream.” I’m not lying. Elaine went to do some shopping, probably to get out of the house so I could have some privacy with Brea. Bless her.
Brea digs her heels into the mattress and arches her chest as I pinch her nipple and give it a tug.
Suddenly, her breath hitches in the way that always precedes her orgasm. That sweet, sexy, breathy sound follows as all the air hisses out of her lungs, and then she comes, her body convulsing around my fingers. Her mouth is wide, and she moans uninhibitedly as the orgasm consumes her.
It’s the best thing in the world. I want to see her do this a million times. I might even make her stop masturbating so much just so I don’t miss out on her orgasms. Every time she comes when I’m in another room, I feel like I’ve missed something precious.
As she sinks into the mattress, she blinks at me. “Why didn’t you join me?”
“I will, kitten. I wanted you to come first. It relaxes your body.” I keep one hand on her as I reach for the nightstand and grab a condom. Dropping it next to her, I climb onto the bed between her legs. My cock is straining for release.
She glances down at the bobbing head. I need to let her explore first, so I switch positions and drop onto my back next to her. This is going to kill me, but Brea needs to touch and feel me before I enter her.
“Daddy?” Her voice is softer. A bit of her Little is back. That’s okay. This next step will be a bit scary.
“Sit up, kitten. Explore a bit first.”
She scrambles to her knees next to me. Her gaze is wide as she stares at my cock. “It’s kind of hard to imagine,” she tells me.
I smile and run my hand up her back. “I know, but trust me, it works.”
She reaches for me, using one finger to stroke from the base to the tip. It’s almost worse than if she clasped her entire hand around my length. Her teasing touch makes me groan.
She glances at me. “Tell me how you like it.”
I flatten my palm on her lower back. “I will like anything you do, kitten. Just don’t squeeze my balls too hard or bite down.”
Her eyes widen. “Bite? Why would I bite you?”
I chuckle. “You love it when I graze your tits with my teeth, right?”
She swallows hard, nodding.
“Well, a light graze of your teeth over my cock feels good too. But only if that’s something that appeals to you. There are no rules.”
She jerks her attention back to my erection, fisting it now. “It’s smooth.”
I smile. I’m holding my breath.
“And hard. And much bigger than I imagined.” She squirms on her knees. “The white stuff on the tip is your come then?”
“Mm-hmm.” She’s going to kill me.
I watch her contemplating before she leans over and flicks her tongue over the tip.
Fuck me. Just seriously. Fuck me. Her innocence is real and potent. So is her bravery.
After another glance at my face, she smooths her palm up and down my shaft and then closes the distance to draw me a few inches into her mouth. She moans around my shaft, the vibrations almost my undoing. If I come prematurely, so be it. It won’t stop me from sliding into her afterward.
“I feel so powerful,” she announces proudly as she turns to face me again.
I rub her back. “You are, kitten. The most powerful drug on earth.”
“It drives me crazy when you, uh, lick me down there. Does it feel that good when I lick you?”
“Even better,” I promise. This is the hardest thing I’ve ever done, and I’ve been in some tight situations at the end of a football game, fourth down, one minute to go, three points behind.
I’m not behind in this game though. I’m always going to be winning. So is Brea.
“I think I want you inside me now,” she announces, her fingers still grazing up and down my shaft. “Is that okay?”
“Of course. Would you like to climb over me so you’re in control or would you like to lie on your back and let me control the pace?”
“Both,” she declares. “But first you do it.”
I rise up and guide her onto her back. I stare down into her lust-filled eyes. “Are you sure about this, kitten? You can still back out.” I snatch the condom, tear it open, and roll it onto my erection while she watches.
“Positive, Daddy. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
I palm her tummy. “It’s going to be tight, and it will feel too tight for a few seconds, but then your body will relax around my cock and it will feel so good.”
She nods. “Okay.” She’s trembling. “Stop stalling.” She reaches for me.
I chuckle as I spread her legs again and climb between them. “So impatient.” I reach for her pussy and stroke through her soaked folds again before thrusting two fingers into her.
She arches her chest, grabs my biceps, and moans. The most precious sound in the world.
When I pull my fingers out and line my cock up with her entrance, she braces herself, her fingertips digging into my biceps.
I bend my head to kiss her nipples and then bring my mouth to hers. She always melts when I kiss her senseless. I need her to relax. So I claim her lips, stroking her with my tongue until she lets me in.
Her body softens under me as she loses herself in the kiss, and that’s when I thrust forward, deciding not to take my time.
Brea gasps, breaking the kiss. She holds her breath and squeezes her eyes shut tight.
I hate myself right now. I assume every man hates himself in this position. But it couldn’t be helped. It was either stretch her slowly or do it all at once. Both were bad options. I’m hoping my decision will get her past the painful part quicker.
She’s so fucking tight. I’ve never felt anyone this tight before. I’m not sure I can grip my cock with my palm this tightly. I’m going to explode soon.
I cup the sides of her head and stroke her cheeks with my thumbs, letting her adjust, kissing her all over even though she can’t return the kiss right now.
“Take a breath, kitten.”
She shakes her head. It’s adorable. Her Little is present.
“Do it for Daddy. Deep breath. I promise the hard part is over.” At least I hope so. What if she hates having sex?
I reach down with one hand to cup her breast and thumb her nipple until she whimpers and squirms. Finally, she draws in a breath.
“Let your body adjust, Little one. I’m really big and you’re really small.”
“Too big,” she finally mutters, her lips trembling.
I force myself to smile and nuzzle her nose. “You’ll see in a second.” Please, God, don’t make me a liar. I ease about an inch out and then thrust back in.
Fuck, she’s tight.
When she doesn’t protest, I do it again. This time she digs her heels in and lifts with me. Blessed angels.
“More?” I ask.
She nods. “I think so.”
I ease several inches out and then slowly fill her completely once again.
I’m pleased when her lips part and she relaxes.
“Better?”
“Maybe.” She’s noncommittal. We’re making progress though.
Another thrust, slow and easy.
She arches her chest. “Touch my nipples, Daddy.”
Yes. Fuck yes.
I thumb her nipple again, making her writhe. “That feels good, Daddy.”
Thank fuck.
My cock is furious with me, but I’m proud of him for holding back as well as he has. He’s not going to last much longer though. A few more thrusts and I’m going to come harder than I have in my life.
“I’m ready for more,” she whispers.
Me too. I can definitely give her more. I ease out and back in several times, watching her face as she not only accepts the intrusion but begins to enjoy it. Her eyes glaze over and she squirms, lifting with me with each thrust.
I release her nipple to bring my hand down between us, finding her clit and stroking it. She’s breathing heavily now, whimpering and squirming and then…moaning. “Niko,” she cries out as her body stiffens.
Fuck she’s gorgeous. The second her tight pussy clenches my cock, I come with her, weeks of pent-up need exploding from me, filling the condom, filling my heart.
I’m gasping from the strain of holding back and the force of my orgasm. Brea is too. Panting as if she can’t get enough air.
But the best part is her expression. She’s smiling. Her face is relaxed as her eyes focus on me. “When can we do that again?”
Chapter 19
Brea
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I’m floating. It doesn’t seem like my feet could even touch the floor as Daddy eases out of me and gathers me in his arms. He carries me to the bathroom, making it impossible for me to know if I could touch the floor if I tried.
He sits me on the vanity and turns on the tub. He doesn’t hide himself from me as he removes the condom and puts it in the trash. His gaze is on me every second, devouring me. He’s grinning. So am I.
“So you want to do that again?”
“Yes, please.” I swing my legs. I’m sore, but I don’t care. I’m also sticky and not surprised when I glance down and see that my thighs are pink. I cringe.
His hands come to my knees. “It’s just a little blood, kitten.” He strokes my thighs. “It’s normal.”
I nod.
He lifts my chin and kisses me. A sweet, slow, gentle, claiming kiss. The best kind. When he breaks the kiss, he gathers my hair up on top of my head and secures it with a band.
Next, he adds bubbles to the bath and then lifts me into the warm water and climbs in behind me. He settles us so I’m sitting between his legs, leaning against his chest.
“You’re purring like the kitten you are,” he tells me. His hands drift up and down my arms.
I giggle. “Am I?”
“Yes. And I like it.”
I snuggle into him and let him take care of me. He washes every inch of my body, taking special care between my legs. His fingers tease my folds until I’m aroused again.
He chuckles. “Insatiable Little girl.”
“All your fault.”
He laughs again. “I’m not sorry.” He kisses my temple. “And I love that you shaved your pussy. It’s sexy as hell.”
“I’m glad you like it.” I wiggle against him until he stops me with a hand to my hip.
“No squirming, kitten. Daddy can’t take that right now.”
“We could have sex again,” I tell him, twisting around to look at him.
“Not today, we can’t. You’ll be sore.”
I pout.
He rolls his eyes. “You owe me a spanking, Little one. Then you’ll be even more sore. Maybe your pink little bottom will distract you from your sore pussy.”
I sigh. Getting spanked today is inevitable, and I kind of asked for it, and I’m also secretly looking forward to it. I understand why he didn’t spank me before now, but after watching Amy and Leah get their bottoms swatted on many occasions, my curiosity is piqued. I want to know what all the hype is about.
I relax against him and we stay in the tub until the water is chilly. Finally, Daddy lifts me out and dries me off with a huge fluffy towel. He wraps it around me and carries me back into his room to sit me on the edge of the bed.
I watch him intently as he moves around the room, drying his own body finally, and opening drawers. He doesn’t care a bit that he’s naked, and I’m glad because I love looking at him. He’s so strong and built and sexy. I can’t wait to have sex with him again. Dozens of ideas come to mind. It’s going to take a while to try everything I’m thinking about.
I’m kind of sad when he puts on boxer briefs and then jeans, and I must have made a noise expressing my displeasure because he chuckles as he comes to me.
“Okay, naughty Little girl. Time to remind you who’s in charge.” He unwraps the towel from around me and pulls it free, leaving me naked. After grabbing a pillow and setting it next to me, he pats it. “On your tummy. Lie over the pillow so your bottom is raised.”
I’m trembling as I do as I’m told. I want this, but I’m nervous. The only other time he swatted me, I had pants on and I was over his knee. This time I’m on his bed, and I’m naked. I’ve come a long way since the first day I met him.
Daddy sets one hand on my lower back and the other rubs my bottom. It’s intimate and nerve-wracking. It feels so naughty that I’m about to let a man spank me. Naughty and arousing at the same time.
I get it now. He hasn’t even landed the first swat and I get why Amy and Leah enjoy this. It’s a power exchange. I couldn’t be more submissive if I tried. I’m excited. I can’t wait to experience something new.
Sure, he spanked me once before, but this is totally different. I’m very much his Little girl this time. He’s in charge. He may have let me step out of my Little space for a while to have sex, and he didn’t seem to mind that I wavered back and forth, but I’m Little now.
I breathe heavier as he continues rubbing my bottom. Anticipation is killing me.
“Pull your hands up under your head like a pillow, kitten. If you can keep them there, I won’t restrain you. If you lower them, I will clasp your wrists against your back. I don’t want to accidentally strike your fingers.”
“Yes, Sir.” I feel somehow more exposed with my arms stretched out above my head. My breasts are brushing against the sheet. My arousal increases, and I squeeze my thighs together. I could easily rub my clit against the pillow and get off.
“Spread your knees, Brea.”
I groan at his demand. Did he read my mind?
The moment I part my thighs, he stuffs another pillow between my legs. Seconds later, he adjusts the one under my tummy so my clit can’t make contact.
I’m panting. I want him to touch my pussy. I need to come yet again. And I suspect my need is about to shoot through the roof when he starts spanking me.
The first swat isn’t hard, but it takes my breath away because my clit vibrates.
“That’s the sweet spot, kitten. I’m sure you felt that in your pussy.”
I can’t breathe. I’ll come if he does that again.
“I’m going to pepper your pretty bottom with my palm until it’s hot and pink. I won’t hit that particular spot very often. You don’t have permission to come.”
“Yes, Sir.” My voice squeaks. I’m close to begging.
He spanks me again, higher this time, not at the juncture of my butt and my thighs, but flat on my right cheek. It stings, but in a good way. A second later, he swats the other cheek.
I try to relax as I decide it’s not as painful as I expected. It feels good. Liberating. Like he’s exonerating me for anything and everything.
He continues, spanking my butt and my thighs and occasionally the special spot that makes my clit pulse. With every slap of his hand, I relax further. The opposite of what I expected. Illogical. But so freeing. Peaceful.
I’m disappointed when he stops, and he chuckles as he rubs my bottom. “Don’t worry, kitten. I’m not done. Just taking a break to see how you’re doing. Based on that cute little moan, I’d say you want more.”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur. I hadn’t realized I moaned.
He resumes, the swats landing closer together, the pressure increasing, my pussy throbbing harder. With one tap to my clit, I would come. I want it like a drug. Crave the release. Will he let me come? I know Foster and Craig sometimes don’t let Amy and Leah come when they’re disciplined.
Daddy spanks me several more times, switching back and forth between my cheeks and my thighs before landing half a dozen swats to the sweet spot near my pussy.
I’m so close to coming. I can’t stop it. I lift my head. I’m shaking.
Daddy slides his hand down from my lower back to my bottom. He holds me there while the hand he’s used to spank me reaches between my thighs. The moment he touches my clit, I scream. I come so hard and so unexpectedly that I can’t keep my voice down.
“That’s my good girl.” He gently strokes my clit. It’s all I need as I ride the waves of my release.
I melt into the bed when it’s over, my body limp, my clit still sensitive, my bottom burning.
“Stay right here, kitten.” He disappears, leaving me panting and quivering. My emotions are overwhelming me.
Seconds later, he’s back, and he’s rubbing a cool ointment into my hot skin. It feels so good. I’m a jumbled mess. My thoughts are all over the place.
Suddenly, I’m sobbing uncontrollably. A dam opens up and I can’t stop the tears.
Daddy immediately scoops me up into his arms. He pushes the pillows out of the way and then lowers both of us to the mattress. He holds me tight against his chest, pulling the covers over my body.
He kisses the top of my head as I keep crying. I don’t know why I’m crying and I’m so embarrassed, but he never lets me go. He rubs up and down my back, my head, my arms. He whispers words I can’t hear because my ears are underwater.
