The Secret Side of The BAU

It's Been One Week

One week in. Halfway through our reconnection vacation. Part of me didn't want to leave. I was at home here in our own little sex-filled bubble. If I wasn't on my knees, Derek was carrying my naked body on his hip like a child. By this point, he had had me in every position, on every flat surface inside every hole I had. But I still craved him. I needed more.

It was just after lunch and the two of us were outside on the condo patio watching the ocean. We had sat in our own separate chairs to eat, but there was a desire in my stomach to be closer to him. I couldn't hide my excitement when he called my name and patted his lap, summoning me to him.

I immediately walked over and climbed my naked body on top of his clothed one. I wrapped my arms securely around his neck as I breathed in his scent. Everything about this man was turning me on. The way his clothing rubbed against my naked pussy, his shirt against my hardened nipples, the way his arm fit snugly around my lithe waist. His cologne, even. Then there was the fact that even though he had called for me and wanted me to sit here, he wasn't even paying attention to me. He had his face turned away as he took long sips from his beer bottle.

Knowing that I'm not really supposed to ask for it, I decided I needed to anyway. I was going to be brave. I took his earlobe in between my teeth and nibbled it gently. I sat myself further in his lap, dragging my pussy over his shorts. I moaned softly at the intimate contact. I gasped as I felt the stinging contact of his hand colliding with my voluptuous backside.

"Calm down, Skye." Was his curt instruction. I couldn't take that for an answer.

"But Daddy..." I whined in his ear.

I got no response. I was being ignored again. I loved it and hated it at the same time. Suddenly, I was being picked up and placed on the table in front of Derek.

"Fine, you little needy slut. You want attention? Give it to yourself. You're gonna masturbate for Daddy right here. Just like this. And Daddy's going to film you. You wanna act like a dirty slut; Daddy will treat you like one."

He stands to his feet as he harshly opens my legs; putting my naked pussy on display. Then, he gets his phone out and points it directly at me. I stare at him in disbelief.

"Well? What the hell are you waiting for?" He snarls.

So, I get to work, rubbing my wet pussy. It feels good. But, it's nothing like when Daddy touches me. Still, I try to proceed. I stick my index finger deep inside my throbbing desperate hole and it grips on tight. I can barely move my finger. My head immediately falls back and my breath comes out in harsh pants as I finally start to fuck myself. I had even forgotten that Daddy was filming me until I heard his gruff voice.

"There's the little slut. Fucking herself because she got mad when Daddy told her no." He laughs and I'm suddenly equal parts embarrassed and extremely turned on.

Hearing the way Daddy was speaking of me, I quickly shoved a second finger deep inside me: soon followed by a third. My pussy stretched amazingly around my fingers as I pumped them deep and hard. I knew Daddy wouldn't let me cum since I was being so desperate. But that didn't stop my abs from clenching, and my pussy from spasming hard as I tried to hold a massive orgasm back. Daddy just kept finding hotter ways to make me feel like a slut, and I was loving every second of it.

He knew I was seconds away from an Earth-shattering, mind blowing experience, but he wouldn't give me permission. He just kept smiling and laughing as I begged and pleaded with him to let me cum. My soft moans from before had turned to reckless, shrieking screams now. The palm of my free hand smacking repeatedly against the table top. He wouldn't let me cum, but he never told me to stop masturbating either. I had no choice but to teeter on the edge. My eyes clenched shut tight and my teeth bared as I screamed. I didn't know how long I would be able to do this. It was exhausting.

I didn't even realize Daddy had stepped closer to me until I felt his cock nudging against my plug. In my head, I was begging him to fuck me. But I was also wanting him to have mercy on me. I was already so close to cumming that I knew if Daddy entered me now, I'd be a goner. I'd have to endure another spanking if Daddy put his cock inside me. When this all began today, that's exactly what I wanted. But now, with 3 fingers still fucking my soaking wet pussy so deep, I knew it would only spell trouble.

Before I could open my mouth to beg him not to, he had pulled my plug from within me and replaced it with every thick inch of his massive cock. He was balls deep and I didn't even know my own name anymore. He put the phone down and slammed his cock deep within me. I was infinitely close to an orgasm. It was coming and there was no hope in stopping it.

Daddy pulled out until the head caught on my ass hole and shoved back in hard and that was it. My fingers were ejected from my pussy as a wave of release squirted out behind them. I screamed in ecstasy and it felt like my body would never stop cumming. So much liquid came from my hole. Daddy kept fucking my ass as I came. He didn't say a word, just kept thrusting. But, I knew. I knew I was in for it. So, as I came off the high, I stayed silent while Daddy used my body as his own personal sex doll. He was fucking me hard, deep and fast and I knew I would feel it for days.

Finally, he exploded deep inside my ass. His cum filled me to the brim, not leaving a single inch of my insides unpainted. Then, without a word; Daddy pulled his pants up, put his phone in his pocket, plugged my ass, and picked me up. He put me on his hip like usual and carried me to the living room.

He let me off his hip before ordering me on my hands and knees. As I got into position, he grabbed his belt; my favorite. But, of course I couldn't tell him that. He ran the leather up and down the skin of my ass. Telling my body what was about to happen.

"Why am I punishing you?" He asked suddenly. It had been silent up to that point and it took me a second to even register that he had spoken.

"Because I came without permission." I answer immediately.

"And why did you cum without permission? What led to that?" He challenges. Wanting me to say it.

"Because I was being a needy, desperate, dirty slut."

"I'm glad you understand what got you into this predicament." Was his response before the first stinging blow to my backside was felt.

He made me count them out as he punished me. It hurt, but it was also orgasmic in a way. My excitement was glistening on the insides of my thighs as I gratefully received every spanking. The fact that the plug was still inside me was just an added bonus. It moved ever so slightly with each hit and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning out.

Daddy surprised me suddenly by cracking his belt over the wetness on my inner thighs. The wetness giving the spanking a new spark. That was probably my favorite hit. I wanted more of that. But, he must've heard the way my breathing changed, because he never did it again. He focused solely on my ass and the backs of my thighs.

I was finally up to the normal 25 spankings and Daddy stopped. He pulled me up to sit on my knees by my hair. My ass hurt so bad, but I was grateful that Daddy did what he had to do. I was always grateful when Daddy put me in my place. It turned me on just as much as it hurt.

He stood tall in front of me with his muscular arms folded over his broad chest. "What do you say to me?"

I wiped the tears from my face as I looked up at him. "I'm sorry Daddy. I'm sorry I'm such a needy slut and I'm sorry I came without your permission when I know better. Thank you for my punishment."

He squatted down to my height and moved my hair from my sweaty forehead. Then he tilted my chin up and placed a sensual, intimate kiss to my lips. While we kissed, he ran his hand down my body and I succumbed to a full body shiver. His fingertips nudged my soaked pussy lips before he slid his index and middle fingers inside me, pulling them out just as quickly as they slid in. He was teasing me. Then, he simply walked away.

Dear God I think I love that man.