“Turn around. On your hands and knees,” I said.
She turned so her ass was facing me. Her legs, pinched together, made her pussy wink at me, liquid still oozing from the slit. I eyed it carefully, before standing and moving to the side of her. And then I spanked her, not too hard to start with, but enough for her to whimper.
“Say you’re sorry,” I demanded.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said in a voice that was breathy and laboured.
Once again, I spanked her. This time it was hard. The slap was loud on her bare skin, and she yelped as my hand met her ass. “Say you’re sorry,” I growled.
“I-I’m sorry!” she whined, and I could hear the tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
I rubbed my palm over her ass, which was growing warm to the touch. My finger slipped between her cheeks, brushing into her slit, and she moaned between her sobs. A conflicting cry that erupted from her throat.
“You need to mean it, Violet,” I said darkly, and my hand smacked down on her ass, harder still.
She screamed. “I’m sorry, Daddy!”
Still, I kept striking her ass. I rubbed firmly over her skin, enjoying the feeling of the heat now rising from it. I spanked again, and again, ignoring the screams coming from her throat. “Say you’re sorry!”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she screamed, and a great sob heaved from her chest.
“Good girl,” I suddenly crooned, and I pushed her, so she was laying flat on the floor on her stomach. “Daddy’s going to reward you now, Violet.”
“Okay,” she warbled, her face on its side so her cheek was squished into the floor.
Straddling her so I was hovering over her ass, I stroked my cock. I let it lie between her ass cheeks, its length displayed crudely. It was going to be a tight fit. Then I repositioned myself to I was at her pussy entrance while she lay prone, tears on her face. Her breathing was coming fast and strong, and when she felt my hardness at her entrance, she whimpered needily.
Gently, I used my hands to spread her cheeks, so I could see her tight asshole winking at me, and the hole of her pussy drooling. I pushed the head of my cock into her pussy, just a tiny inch. It stretched to fit me, the edge of her cunt stretching like a pair of lips around the head of my cock. God she was tight. Finally, the head of my cock popped fully inside of her little pussy.
I groaned, deep in my throat at her intense tightness and she returned my groan with a long whine. Such a good puppy, I thought.
“It’s too big,” she suddenly said breathlessly. “Oh my god, you’re so big.”
I smiled and pushed a little further. A little cry escaped her. “I know, Violet. But you’ll stretch. Just a little bit more,” I said. “Just say the word ‘red’ if you want me to stop, okay?”
“Okay,” she sniffled.
I moved further, still pulling her cheeks open so I could enjoy the show. Her little pussy stretched around my cock as I pushed in deeper. She whined and wriggled underneath me and suddenly it was as though I couldn’t hold back. I pushed hard, all my length ploughing into her. I could feel her walls gripping me tightly, and the thin skin that was stretched around my cock looked wet with liquids that had managed to seep out along my length.
“Jesus,” I groaned. “You’re such a good girl, Violet.” I began to pump in and out of her.
Her eyes were rolling into the back of her head, her cheek squished onto the wooden floor, and drool seemed to be dripping from her open mouth. She looked so desperate, so wanton, so broken. I couldn’t stop myself, her tight little cunt wrapping itself around my cock like it was trying to coax the liquid from it. Her cunt seemed thirsty, hungry, as it almost sucked me into her.
I could feel myself bottoming out on her cervix, which made her cry and wriggle to try and get away, but I knew I couldn’t stop. I grabbed hard onto her waist, my fingers pressing indentations into her milky skin, as I used her body like my own personal fuck-toy. She was nothing but a fleshlight now. Her cries were like white noise to me as I thrust harder and faster into her.
“Good girl,” I grunted. “Oh, good fucking girl.”
I could feel myself reaching a climax. I could feel my cock tightening, hardening inside of her slick walls. And when I saw her little tongue loll out again, it pushed me over the edge.
With a deep groan, I pushed my cock hard into her, bottoming out on her cervix. My cum spurt into her pussy, and I watched in pure bliss as it squirted out of her cunt, coating her skin and my cock. She whimpered and whined pathetically as I finished.
I pulled out, watching my cock slide out with a slick, satisfying pop. My cum followed shortly after, oozing from her now stretched hole, dripping down her pussy towards her clit and then onto the floor. Running my hand over her ass, I placed my thumb on the lips of her pussy and pulled it open to watch the show.
I sat with my cock resting on the backs of her legs, still wet and throbbing slightly, as she breathed heavily, catching her breath. Her ass was an angry red colour, and I could see a red outline of my hand on one cheek. I, too, was breathing heavily, my heart racing.
Standing, I moved off her and sat on the edge of my bed. “C’mere,” I said and this time, my voice was gentle, soft.
She stood up on shaking legs and I could see her cheek was red from being pushed into the floor. There were tears still on her cheeks, and when she approached, I reached out a hand and gently used my thumb to wipe them off her red cheek.
“You okay?” I asked softly, pulling her by the waist so she stood between my legs.
She nodded, her eyes downcast. “Yeah,” she breathed and despite the tears that were on her cheeks moments earlier, there was a small smile on her pillowy lips.
“Good,” I said. “Here, sit.”
She sat on one of my knees and I pulled her in close to me, brushing a hand softly down her back.
“Did I do good, Daddy?” she asked with that little smile on her face. Her dark eyes looked into mine and her hands found my neck, holding onto me like a needy puppy.
“I didn’t want to hurt you,” I said, and deep down I felt that creeping feeling of guilt.
“Joel,” she frowned at me, serious now. “I literally asked you to. I would have told you to stop if I wanted you to stop.”
“Yeah, I get that. But… I know I can get carried away. I get into this… state,” I gestured vaguely, unsure of where I was going with this. “I become a different person when I’m like that. Sometimes I don’t like who I become.”
“You become my Daddy,” Violet said quietly. She chuckled lightly. “You become the boss. Joel, I wanted that to happen. Couldn’t you tell?” She stood up, her bare skin now covered in goosebumps, and started to head towards the bathroom. “I’m going to clean myself up.”
I watched her leave, frowning deeply. She was right — she did make it happen. Just as much as I thought I was taking advantage of her, there she was baiting me to respond that way. The conversation we had before… this happened made me think she was this sarcastic, confident girl, when really that turned into a farce as soon as it turned sexual. I shook my head, laying back on my bed to stare at the ceiling.
The sound of the shower running came through the wall, and I imagined her in there, cleaning my cream out of her pussy. I smiled at the thought.
Suddenly, I heard my phone vibrate. I leaned over and grabbed it off the bedside table, seeing Sasha’s name flash up on the screen with a text:
“wat happened w that girl? she gone yet?”
I opened up the message and fired back my reply:
“Needed some help. She’s staying the night and leaving tomorrow”
I felt strange knowing Violet had turned up, we’d had the most intense sex I’d had in a long time, only for her to leave tomorrow. But I knew she was bad news. Regardless of how true her story about her ex was, I knew it was the right thing for her to leave. Truthfully, I didn’t want her to. I would have loved to wake her up in the morning with my tongue on her clit, pulling another orgasm from her, whether she wanted to or not. I would have loved to punish her again and again, slapping her perfect little face until she cried from pain and pleasure. Her pussy was so tight, and she was so desperate. God, I was getting hard just thinking about it again.
A grunt came from my throat as I felt a twitch in my pants, but instead I sat up, running my hands over my face. I walked down to the bathroom. The shower wasn’t running anymore, and I could hear her moving around inside, probably getting dressed. I pulled a towel from the hallway cupboard and wrapped it around my waist.
I knocked on the bathroom door. “You all good? Can I come in?”
“Yeah, come in!” came her soft reply.
She was pulling on her band t-shirt, her jeans now safely on her legs. Her smile was small and shy when she looked at me.
“You gotta stop that,” I said.
“What?”
“That,” I said, gesturing to her face. “That smile. You’ll kill me with it.”
“I’m sure you’ll survive,” Violet responded, rolling her eyes.
“Sure, kid,” I said, removing my towel and stepping into the shower.
“Oh, so it’s kid now? Now that you’ve fucked me and used me, suddenly I’m no longer a woman, but I’m a child?” Her grin said she was joking. She perched on the edge of the sink, watching me shower.
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