Of something consensual.
Of something wonderful.
“Thank you, Daddy.” Their eyes locked with her reply.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes.” She was already nodding. “I’m ready, Daddy.”
Without waiting for his prompt, Sophie draped herself over his trouser-clad thighs. She exhaled as she settled into position, her fingers grazing the thick carpet, just as they always used to as Jared lifted the back of her dress to expose her behind to the air. It was hardly the most comfortable position in the world—his legs pressing into her midriff in that way that constantly reminded her how vulnerable she was—but it didn’t matter.
Not now.
Sophie was exactly where she was supposed to be—prone, bared, and deliciously excited at the prospect of the first spanking she had ever truly wanted.
“I’ve missed you.” One of his hands grazed a line down the length of her spine until it met the other, already resting at the curve of her arse. “And I’ve missed this. So much.”
“So have I, Daddy. Please. Please spank me.”
It was possible a small part of her brain registered and could scarcely believe the words spilling from her lips, but Sophie wasn’t listening to it. In fact, as Jared’s palm rose from her exposed backside, she actively subdued it. She didn’t want to hear its common sense and reasoning. She only wanted to feel the warm sting of his hand as it colored her arse and pushed her further into the oblivion only Jared could conjure.
That was the place she’d missed.
The hot, vulnerable blackness of surrender.
Her eyes squeezed shut with the first blow, her mouth parting as the hurt washed over her.
“How’s that, little girl?” Jared’s voice was soft and resolute. “Is that what you need?”
He struck her again before she had time to answer, and this strike was harder, producing a tiny gasp from her lips.
“Yes.” That was precisely what she needed, what she had yearned for, fantasized about.
“Yes. What?” He punctuated each word with a firm swat to both cheeks, and from over his lap, Sophie smiled.
“Yes, Daddy.” He could probably hear the glee in her voice, but she didn’t care. “Yes, thank you, Daddy!”
The blows rained down, a torrent of exquisite agony as each struck her displayed flesh, and although they hurt, a few rousing yelps from Sophie, they were perfect—it was perfect. Her desire to yield was satiated, and as his palm pushed her further up his lap, her throbbing clit finally received the stimulation it so badly sought.
“Oh God.” There was her soft moan again. The hand at her back shifted, trailing a path around her torso until it reached her chest. Grasping her left breast, Jared manhandled it roughly, pinching and pulling at her eager nipple until she cried out once more.
“Is that good, little girl?”
He spanked her again, harder this time, and she pushed her chest into his palm.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Does my naughty girl need a warm-up spanking like this every day, regardless of her behavior?”
Oh fuck. Sophie’s eyes fluttered open at the mere idea of being compelled over his knee and having her backside tanned like this every day—not that she could call this compulsion. As his palm landed against her arse again, she wanted to beg him for more.
“I would love that, Daddy.” There was no shame in the confession now. “I deserve it.”
“Yes. You. Do.” Each blow was once again accompanied by a new swat that grazed her clit against his thigh, rendering her a breathless, horny mess.
“And don’t you worry. Daddy will absolutely punish his little girl when she oversteps the limits we set. There will be more spanking. Hard, cruel spankings with my slipper and my cane, but other tests, too.” He paused, two of his fingers easing down between her legs. “When you deserve them.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
They had yet to properly discuss all of her limits, but Sophie no longer held much anxiety about the concept. Jared had reinforced the importance of her consent since he’d stepped foot back in her life, and she trusted in it… in him.
He didn’t seem like he only needed to crush her spirit to enjoy himself anymore, and while she knew there would be times he would test her, she welcomed them. That was how she was going to grow in this new dynamic—by trusting him and permitting him to lead.
“You are so wet, little girl.” His voice oozed glee at the prospect. “Relishing being over Daddy’s lap.”
She bit her lip, pushing back against his probing fingers in a brazen display of her arousal.
“Yes,” she admitted, as though it wasn’t obvious. “I need you, Daddy.”
He chuckled that dark sound, which always filled her with such dread in the past.
“And you shall have me, Sophie, but first Daddy is going to make you come.”
She gasped at his verdict at the same time his fingers slipped into her pussy. Jared’s fingers filled her, pumping in and out of her wetness before he added a third to stretch her further.
“I’m going to make you come so fucking hard.” It sounded like he was smiling. “Then you’re going to get on your knees and thank me before you clean your juices from Daddy’s fingers. Do you understand?”
Sophie was lost to the heady sensations, his fingers and his words mingling with the humiliating position she currently found herself in, burgeoning the bubble of hedonism. A bubble that was set to burst soon.
“Yes!”
She was frantic as he finger fucked her over his lap. Her knees splayed, trying to push her forward and find more of that glorious friction, and her nipples ached, longing for more of the ruthless torment he offered.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” His reply soothed her, then frustratingly, his fingers withdrew.
“Please!” The plea had left her lips without any conscious thought on Sophie’s part. “Please, don’t let it go away.”
“It won’t if you keep being my good girl.”
Jared swatted her arse again, one, two, three blows, and Sophie groaned as the reverberations pulsed at her greedy clitoris.
“You remember how to be my good girl, don’t you, Sophie? I know you do.”
She panted as his fingers returned to her breasts, finding the other helpless nipple and lengthening it between his digits. The sensations he was creating with his fingers and his palm furled the hot ball of desire at her core.
She wanted him.
Just like she’d always wanted him.
Sophie had missed her Daddy so much.
“Don’t you, Sophie?” His tone lowered as he was forced to repeat the question, and right on cue, her chest began to rise and fall even faster.
“Yes,” she breathed the word, pushing her chest toward the fingers, tweaking and pulling her tightening buds.
“Yes, what?”
There was his prompt again, followed by a succession of short, sharp swats, peppering the underside of her bottom—the place where her arse met her thighs.
“Yes, Daddy.” She was so close now. So close to the brink of pleasure, perilously aware, Jared held it—literally—in the palm of his hands. “Yes, I remember.”
His hand slipped back between her sex as she gave the appropriate response, his hand rocking against her throbbing clit in some sort of degrading and delicious reward.