Daddy's Little Girl

55. So Needy.

KEIRA's POV

My body kept buzzing from the intense orgasm I had just experienced. Fuck! Sex with Clint was always amazing. I would not lie, I had missed this. I had missed Clint so much and I felt fucking amazing he did not hold back with me.

My body was still riding out my orgasm when Clint lifted me and moved to the sitting room. There, he sat on a couch, while he sat me on his lap so I straddled him.

It seemed he was not done with me yet and I wondered what he had in store for me.

"Keira..." he called softly, rubbing his nose up and down my neck.

I hummed in response.

"I want you to help me get my mind off things," he confessed.

My ears perked up in attention. Anything for him. Anything for Clint Homer.

"And how do I do that, Clint?"

He placed his mouth close to my ear. "Let me possess your body. Let me do things you have never imagined."

Excitement zapped through my body like electricity. My pussy dripping from the memories of the last time Clint dominated me. I nodded vigorously like a little child that had been offered candy. I definitely wanted that again.

Chuckling, he turned me around. With both of my legs dangling on either side of his knees, my back against his chest, I was spread open, and from over my shoulder, he had a perfect view.

"Put your arms up, behind my neck," he instructed.

As I reached and linked my fingers behind his neck, my breasts were lifted, and my nipples, in such an overt presentation, hardened. I moaned. "Clint, I—"

"Shh." His hands ran up my sides and I shivered and squirmed. "Don't you dare move your hands. And it is Daddy to you." He whispered.

At last, his fingers went to my nipples, skimming over them, plucking lightly. My head lolled on his shoulder, my back arching, straining for a firmer touch.

"You had sex while I was away, right?" He asked.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Why?"

Still that tormenting stroking, plucking. "I—I was h-horny for you." He lightly rolled both my nipples and my hips rolled on his lap.

"You wanted me to do this?"

"Yes—no!" My fingers gripped convulsively behind his neck. "Harder, please."

But he went back to just feathering the tips of his fingers over my chest. My control broke suddenly, and I clutched his left hand to my breast. Slap! His palm stung the inside of my spread thigh, hard enough that I was immediately blinking back tears.

"I told you not to move." His steeliest voice. "Don't disappoint me, pet." I had just shakily replaced my arms when he added, "Why did you do that?"

Pluck, pluck. "I—I could not help it."

His teeth closed briefly on my ear. A caress? "Why can't you help but do things like that, pet?"

Oh, gods.  "Um. I..."

"Is it because you are an undisciplined slut?"

Unbelievably, I felt more heat rush through me, creeping up my neck and pooling in my exposed pussy. "Oh, please—"

Then he pinched my nipples hard and held on. "Say it."

Whimpering, clutching his neck, I repeated, "I can't help it because—because I am—an undisciplined slut."

His pinching grip relaxed and my nipples throbbed. He flicked them with his fingernails and the sting took my breath away.

His hands moved to cover the insides of my thighs, one leg hotter than the other, still stinging where he had punished it. I tried to squeeze my legs together but his knees did not give an inch. And then I watched his fingers slide up and rub over my outer pussy lips.

Oh, fuck. "Yes, please!"

"Such a needy cunt." He pinched my labia between the thumb and first finger of either hand and spread me open.

I nearly lost it. My hips bucked. I gasped hard. If he would just touch my clit!

"It needs you, Daddy. Please, please..." I turned my face into his neck, biting and licking, wanting to writhe with abandon but frozen with anticipation.

But he just rubbed my pussy lips for another long minute, until I did writhe, and when he finally trailed a finger over my clit I felt a couple of tears spill down my cheeks.

"Poor little slut," he whispered and gave my clit another brief tickle that had me crying out in frustrated need. He turned my face up to his and I saw the dark desire in his expression. "You think you should get just what you want every time, right away, hmm?"

"No! I won't! I will be d-disciplined, just please—"

Another stroke over my clit, another pause. Shit and fuck! If he did that just one more time, I would have come! My head thrashed on his shoulder. "You can punish me!" I blurted, desperate.

His hand forced my fevered, teary gaze up to his again. "You really want that?"

I craved nothing beyond his fingers bringing me off, and I cried, "Yes, yes!"

He slid one finger up inside me at the same time as he rubbed my clit in a firm circle and I came so hard I soaked his lap.

"Get on your hands and knees slut...I want you to crawl to me."

I sank to the carpet, heat coursing to my crotch. I was so ashamed that I was willing to do this for Clint, that I wanted him this bad.

I slowly crawled across the floor, feeling his eyes on me, until I reached him, and positioned myself at his feet.

"I am going to give you the pleasure of sucking on my cock for a while, isn't that nice of me?" Clint smirked.

"Yes Daddy, thank you."

"Good. Then get your mouth on my cock."