Without limits ssion and.., p.67
Without Limits: A BWWM Collection of Passion and Desire, page 67
He exuded power and dominance. He toyed with me and it amused him.
It warmed my insides.
"What ever you think is best, Daddy."
He shifted forward and snaked his fingers in the waistband of my skirt and pulled me forward. He leaned in and smelled me.
I stopped breathing.
He ran his hands around my waist and squeezed my ass. His hands dropped to my thighs and ran back up under my skirt.
I yelped.
His hand was warm.
The intimate contact surprised me.
"The punishment should fit the crime." He continued rubbing and squeezing my ass cheeks. "Don't you think?"
I nodded.
"Why do you think I'm punishing you?"
"Because I was naughty." I bit my lip.
"That a bit oversimplifying it, don't' you think?" His hands stopped. "Mika, being my little girl doesn't mask your intelligence."
"Yes, sir."
"So, why do you think you're being punished?"
"Ironically, for acting like a spoiled child. For disrespecting you and your men. For throwing a tantrum and walking around the compound flirting and flaunting myself in front of everyone to make you jealous.“
Why was I telling on myself? I couldn’t stop the confession. I needed to purge.
“Quite a list of transgressions you've accumulated." He placed his hand on my cheeks and I leaned into his hand. "But you missed one."
I tilted my head.
"For putting yourself in danger just to prove a point."
I gasped and peered down at my panties as they lay on the dirty ground.
Conor placed one hand on my stomach and the other on my back, picked me up and maneuvered me over his lap.
It happened so fast. I had no time to react.
I reached for the door handle to avoid my head smacking on the ground. The chilled air hit my pussy.
I clinched and moaned.
"I'm going to spank you ten times, Mika." He announced it as an official proclamation. "I want you to concentrate on my hand connecting with your skin. I want you to count. Can you do that?"
I nodded.
"Use your words, Mika." He rubbed my ass.
"Yes, Daddy."
"Good, Mika." He rubbed my ass again. He fingers pushed and pulled my skin.
I squirmed in his arms.
His little finger dipped close to my center.
I gasped.
“You ready Mika?” He kept saying my name.
“Yes, Sir.” I stilled myself on his lap.
"That's a good little girl, Mika."
He continued to caress my skin. He covered every square inch.
I blinked, but the tears fell. I wasn't sure why I was crying. The punishment hadn't started yet. Maybe the anticipation was the punishment.
Or his calling me a good little girl. The sincerity in his tone caused my walls to want to shut down, but everything he did and said was meant to keep them down and open for his lesson. I flexed my fingers, exhaled and opened myself up to learn.
Smack.
I shuddered, but the pain hadn't hit me yet. I missed it. Regret crept along the surface of my brain, until the pain receptors on the surface of my ass flinched and, cooled, and burned.
“Oh." I said. "One."
I blinked. The tears dried up.
Smack.
I felt it instantly that time. His fingers tickled and burned. His palm delivered all the hot molten pain as it connected and bounced off my ass.
"Two." I exhaled the word. I lost my grip on the door.
Conor hitched me more securely on his lap. His hardness pressed into my stomach, just below my breast. He was turned on.
I garnered some satisfaction out of that.
Three and four were much the same, but five through seven. They really hurt. Tears dropped to the ground. I screamed the number and bit my fist to muffle the sound.
He paused after eight.
I expected words of comfort, words of encouragement.
He remained silent.
Every fiber of my being wanted to push off from the door, slam it shut and run away, all but two fibers. The one in my chest, behind my ribcage, beat like I'd ran a fifty-yard dash in record time. The one between my legs pulsed in time with my heart.
I was fascinated by the act of discipline and its ability to turn me on like nothing else.
"Mika."
I was so in my head, I missed the count. Was that nine or ten.
Shit.
"Ten." I said.
“You guessing?"
"No, Sir."
His thighs stiffened under my chest.
"Tell the truth."
"I am, Sir.” I sniffled and tried to stop from squirming. "I wasn't lying. I was hoping."
Conor snickered under his breath.
I closed my eyes and sign.
Smack.
I jerked against him and let go of the door. I pitched forward, but Conor held me against him and turned me right side up.
When he dropped his hands, I swayed backwards. I took three steps and fell against the cement wall. I wiped my face with my sleeve and looked around.
The world appeared different.
What had he done to me?
Chapter Five
Conor
It had been years since I gave someone a proper spanking. My hand on her flesh echoed in the trees. The sound waves carried across the breeze, back into my ears, and straight to my cock.
Spanking a little turned me on, but spanking Mika, her smooth little ass taking on a tinted pink against her brown skin, it was a spiritual experience. Each smack bonded us. Each shake of her curvy flesh molded her to me. It bonded us quicker than a series of dates or a traditional courtship. If she responded the way I suspected, she would feel it too.
She stood in front of me, her back against the wall. Her eyes darted around, looking everywhere but at me.
I absorbed her response as she was over my knee. Without the connection, I wasn’t sure anymore.
She had silent tears rolling down her face.
“How do you feel?” I asked.
She wrung her hands together and shook her head as if she was trying to convince herself of how she was supposed to feel.
“I don’t know how to feel.” She bit her lip.
“Come here.” I reached my hand out. The same hand I used to smack her little bottom.
She glared at it as if it was evil.
It wasn’t the hand. It was the man behind the hand she should be worried about.
She reached out, but not quite all the way.
I leaned over, grabbed her wrist and pulled her to me.
She crawled on my lap, her chest smashed into mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck, our faces only inches away.
I caressed her check, captured a tear with my thumb.
She blinked once, placed her head on my shoulder, and exhaled. Then, she let it all out.
I held her as her body shook. Her sobs erupted from her soul and poured into mine.
I didn’t push her too far. It showed me how much she needed it, needed me.
“Oh, baby girl.” I rubbed her back as her sobs subsided. “You’re okay. You can feel anyway you want.”
She leaned back and studied my face. She ran her fingers over her lips.
“I’m confused, embarrassed, and grateful.” She looked up. “I don’t know. Mostly confused.”
“Why confused?” I pushed her hair off her shoulders.
“This whole time, since we arrived her. Your words said how much you didn’t even like me, but everything about you and especially when I caught your eyes on me, one word keep playing over and over in my mind.”
“What word?” I ran my fingers down her neck.
She wiggled in my lap, her pussy pressed into my cock.
“Mine.”
I stilled her hips and stared in her eyes. I tried to see her, see through her. I could stop this. Push her off my lap, lay down the law, and go back to the way it was before.
Fuck that, I didn’t want to.
I rubbed her ass.
She winced and moaned.
My fingers slid close to her pussy. The moisture slid down her thighs and coated my finger.
I held in a groan.
She rolled her hips on my cock.
It twitched, loving the attention.
Mika looked down between us.
“I want it.” She licked her lips.
My cock ached.
“You think you can handle it, baby girl.” I chuckled.
“I can do it.” She bit her lip and giggled.
“You feel that.” I rocked my cock against her thigh.
She moaned and hummed.
“Not quite made for a quickie in the back of a van.” I rested my forehead on hers.
“I am so wet, Daddy.” She reached down. “It will slide right in.” She pinched the head.
I grunted.
“You’re a naughty girl." I could still stop this. "I don't have any protection."
"I'm clean and on birth control," Mika said. "Please Daddy. I'm so wet."
"You weren’t supposed to get wet from your spanking.” I rolled her back on my thighs. “Show me how wet you are?”
She lifted her skirt and reached between us and rubbed little circles into her slit. Where I expected to see kinky hair, she was bare.
I closed my eyes to avoid blowing my load in my shorts.
I opened my eyes in time to see her head fall back and she dipped her hand lower.
I pulled her hand away.
“Fuck, Conor.” Her eyes popped open and she glared at me.
I grabbed her chin and squeezed.
“Watch your mouth baby girl” I brought her face towards mine. “I don’t want to hear that word coming out of your mouth unless you’re asking me to fuck you.”
I released her chin and pushed her off my lap.
“On you knees little girl.” I pointed.
A smile curled up on the side of her lips as she slid to her knees.
I’d imagined her on her knees, those big brown eyes staring up at me, waiting on my next instruction.
“Take my cock out.”
Mika unbuttoned and unzipped my cargo shorts.
Her little fingers curled into the waistband of my boxer briefs and pulled them down. My cock sprang up and rested on my thigh.
She gasped and her mouth created the perfect little o.
“Now, make it nice and wet, little girl.” I tapped her nose. “Do a good job.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She grinned and gripped the base of my cock.
She eyed it from one side and the other. She stroked it once. Ran her hand up and down my shaft.
The way she looked at me turned me on as much the feel of her hand wrapped around me.
Mika kissed the head. Her lips wrapped around me and sucked. She moaned and sunk down on me.
“Oh fuck, baby girl.” My eyes rolled back and shut. I quickly opened them. Not wanting to miss a single minute of the exquisite sight in front of me.
She bobbed on my cock, taking as much of me as she could. My little got an A for effort. She’d get better with my help and practice. I placed my hand on her head. I gripped her hair in my fist. My fantasy played out live in front of me.
“Mika.”
Her eyes turned up. She scooted closer to me.
“Open wide.” I steadied her and pushed my cock in her mouth. The head banged against the back of her throat. She gagged, but didn’t push away. I pushed in further, pulsing in her mouth.
Her eyes watered, but she didn’t protest, she didn’t push back.
I had her ultimate submission. I was so proud of her.
While I enjoyed watching her work, I wanted to put in a little work of my own.
“Little girl.” I released the grip on her hair.
Her deep brown eyes peeked up.
My cock popped out.
I rubbed her check and ran my thumb over her lips.
She whimpered and sat up on her knees.
“Please,” She reached for me. “Fuck me Daddy.”
Chapter Six
Mika
"Come here." Daddy snarled as he reached down, wrapped his arms around my waist and hoisted me up like I weighed nothing.
I crawled on his lap and settled with his cock between us.
My eyes were too big for my stomach, or what ever the sexual equivalent was in this situation.
Daddy was huge.
He was right. He might not fit.
I was going to give it one hell of a try.
I pushed up on my knees.
Conor pulled his shirt off over his head. He sat back, resting on his elbows. An amused expression settled on his face. Conor was big everywhere. His shoulders and chest were broad and his pectoral muscles well defined.
I imagined licking every inch. I shook the image out of my head and returned to my current task.
I held up my skirt and touched myself. I stroked him with some of my juices, mixing it with my saliva. He was as wet as he could be.
I placed him at my entrance. The head seemed impossibly big and hard as a rock. I held on to the doorframe for leverage. I bit my lip and pressed down. The head entered me and then stopped. I wasn't a virgin, but I felt like one all over again. I'd never been with someone as big as Conor. My body could handle it. I was smaller than him, but I wasn't petite.
I shivered and adjusted as I leaned forward. I placed my hands on his broad tanned chest. He had a small patch of blonde wispy curls in the center. The rest of his chest was bare. I ran my hand down his stomach.
His abdominal muscle flexed.
"Baby girl."
"Hmn." my fingers continued the journey down his pelvis. I traced the left side of the 'V' down to his cock.
I pressed down harder, an inch dipped in. I slapped his chest and groaned.
Oh God. He was so big.
"Mika." he grunted.
"Yes, sir." I lifted my head.
His eyebrows scrunched together and his jaw clenched in a tortured expression.
I giggled.
The vibration sent a wave of pleasure through my pussy and I clinched around him.
He winced and sat up.
"Don't make me laugh." I pleaded as another wave courses through my body.
"You’re trying too hard." He said. "Relax."
Conor reached between us and rubbed my clit. His strong fingers made small circles.
My hips moved trying to catch his rhythm.
He gripped my hip with his other hand.
"Open that tight little pussy for me, baby." He whispered in my ear. "Let Daddy in."
Slow and steady Conor coaxed me down on his cock.
"Oh Daddy." I sank down further. He went deeper and deeper.
"How's do you feel baby girl."
"Full of Daddy's cock."
"You are." He looked down.
My gaze followed.
He had disappeared inside of me
"It's so deep."
"I know baby." He groaned. "Rock on my cock baby girl. Show Daddy you can do a good job."
"Yes. Daddy." I rested my hands on Conor's shoulders, lifted up, and sat back down. I lifted a little further and sat back down again. When I lifted up, I felt empty and back down, full. I liked being full.
As I concentrated on the movement, Conor assisted by gripping my hips and pulling me on and off of him.
A vibration in my belly gained strength as I moved faster and faster.
I leaned back to give Conor better access as the vibration turned into an earthquake. I worked hard to make sure Daddy felt what I was feeling.
He grunted as our bodies slapped. He felt it.
I was close, on the edge, ready for a free fall. Every dirty fantasy I created over the course of my twenty-two years didn’t do this moment justice.
Grinding on a man, who I had only known for a matter of days, calling him Daddy as he strummed my clit and spoke nasty filthy things in my ear.
I was done. I let go and fell.
Literally.
The orgasm swept through my body like the after shock of a nuclear explosion. It rippled from my center outward and wiped out the faculties in my body. My legs tensed, my arms dropped, my head fell back. I let out a scream of pleasure. I lost use of my senses and fell.
“Oh, Fuck.” Daddy caught me and secured me to him. “I’ve got you, little one.”
As my body began to regain muscle function, I wrapped my arms around Conor's neck and buried my head in his neck. I kissed him, inhaled his scent. I ran my hand through his hair and down his neck.
He hadn't come yet and he didn’t seem concerned. He trailed his hands all over my back and my ass. The sting of his spanking settled under the service. The pleasure hadn't dulled it but changed it. The two twisted together in a way I never thought achievable. Leave it to Conor to be an over achiever.
I leaned back and stared in his eyes. He had to be close. I felt him twitch and pulse inside of me. My own aftershocks gripped him tighter. He grunted and grabbed my ass with both hands.
“I want you to come again,” Conor said.
I shook my head.
“It was the most beautiful thing I have every seen and Daddy wants to see it again.” He gripped my chin.
“I can’t.” I whimpered and turned my head.
“If Daddy says you can,” he turned my face back toward him. “You can. You can do anything.”
My hips moved voluntarily. I flexed my walls, squeezing Conor.
“Yeah.” He stared deep in my eyes. “You've got another one in you. I want you to come with me.”
“Okay.”
Conor raised his eyebrow.
“Yes. Daddy.”
“That’s better.” Conor leaned back and brought me with him. He wrapped his arms around my waist. He scooted his ass to the edge of the van, pressed himself into me as deep as it would go. “You ready, baby.”
“Yes. Sir.”
Conor kissed my forehead and laid my head on his chest. He ran both hands down my back. He grabbed both ass cheeks and from underneath me with force, he pumped into of me.
“Ohhhhhh,” He groaned.
“Oh, Oh, Oh,” I said over and over again.
Conor stabbed into me at a steady rhythm, his cock pressing a button inside of me over and over again.
