Chapter 16

Chapter Sixteen

Walt

The storm raged all night. Even if Susan wanted to leave, the chances of him getting her home safely diminished by the minute.

Leaving her sleeping, he hurried outside to check on his livestock. Everyone was tucked snugly in the barn, but he took several minutes making sure all the water-bucket heaters were working before he returned to Susan.

Unsurprisingly, she was awake and sitting up in bed with her legs crossed lotus-style. She wore a college t-shirt she’d obviously stolen from his drawer, and two cups of coffee sat on the nightstand, steam rising in tendrils from the rich brew.

He couldn’t imagine a more perfect morning. Being snowed in with his babygirl was his idea of heaven on earth.

“Thanks,” he murmured after taking a deep, restorative sip. “This hits the spot.”

“How is it out there? I couldn’t tell from the window.”

“Deep. We have about eighteen inches, plus another foot coming this afternoon.”’

“Perfect.” She drank her coffee and sighed happily. “Getting a Daddy for Christmas is almost as good as being snowed in.”

“Almost as good?” Giving her what he hoped was an evil smile, he took her cup and set it aside.

“Um…” She giggled and tried to scoot out of reach. “I’m just going to?—”

He pounced on her before she could escape and tickled her until she howled with laughter. Being snowed in was great, but listening to Susan laugh was the best way to spend a morning.

The humor dancing in her eyes turned heated. “I want to stay in bed with you until all the snow melts.”

“I think that can be arranged.” He grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. “In fact…”

With his hands on her shoulders, he encouraged her to lie back against the pillows, then kissed a path down her belly to her navel as he eased her thighs apart.

“In fact?” she asked as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“I may never let you leave.”

“Promise, Daddy?”

“Cross my heart and?—”

She interrupted him with a desperate kiss, then put a finger over his lips. “Don’t say the rest, Daddy. Not even for fun.”

Sometimes he forgot what Susan had already lived through. She was so young but had seen things that gave a whole new meaning to an innocent childhood promise.

“Okay, sweetheart. Just crossing my heart, okay?”

Deciding to get back to the business of making Susan come, he moved down her body until he could wedge his shoulders between her silky thighs. Her scent of feminine musk teased him, making his mouth water for a taste of the treasure scant inches from his lips.

She lifted her hips and whimpered when he held her still and blew a soft stream of air over her pussy.

“Daddy, please!”

“A beg already?” He brushed her clit with the very tip of his tongue. “I’ve barely gotten started.”

Using his thumbs, he spread her folds and held her open while he licked her sweet pussy from the crinkled rosebud of her ass to her clit. She screeched and tried to tighten her thighs around his head.

“Naughty girl,” he murmured, giving her thigh a small nip to remind her of her manners. “Do I need to tie you to the bed to keep you still?”

“I’ll be good.”

“I’m sure you think you will.” After giving her tender thigh one more stinging bite, he went to his closet to find a handful of old ties, then hid them behind his back.

After returning to her, he grabbed her ankle and quickly secured it to the bedpost.

“Daddy?” She didn’t struggle, but her wide eyes betrayed her nerves.

“Give me a color, baby.”

“Green.”

He smiled at her immediate response.

“Thank you. I’m proud of you.” He petted her calf above the makeshift rope. “And you’re going to tell me the minute you’re not green anymore, right?”

“I will.” She nodded vigorously. “Pinky promise.”

“That’s my very good girl.” Working quickly, he restrained her free ankle first, then both wrists, leaving enough slack that she could get free if she wanted to. Smirking, he sat back on his heels and surveyed his prize. “And this looks so much better.”

“I’m sad I don’t get to touch you, Daddy,” she said, pushing her lower lip out into a cute little pout.

“Next time.” He kissed the petulance from her face before returning his attention to her sweet core. “Delicious. My babygirl’s pussy is soaked. Just the way I like her.”

Susan

“Daddy, please.” She arched her back, trying to get closer to him. “I need you!”

She loved it when he ate her pussy but needed him inside her. She wanted to feel him stretch her, fill her…

Possess her.

“Please, what?” His lips twitched almost into a smile, but his eyes were serious. “Do you need to safeword, baby?”

Scowling, she slipped her hands from the loosely knotted ties, sat up, and crossed her arms over her chest. “For fuck’s sake, Walt! Finish me already!”

To her disgust, he burst out laughing and got rid of the ties around her ankles. “I know what I want for Christmas, sweetheart.”

“I’m afraid to ask,” she muttered, attempting to hide her blush. She’d never once said anything so rude to anyone, but it felt good at the same time.

Still chuckling, he flopped to his side and spooned her. “I want that as my ringtone. Say it just like you did and record it for me.”

Instead of replying to his ridiculous comment, she pressed her bottom against the length of his shaft and wriggled enticingly. “Ringtone later. I need you, Daddy.”

“Hmm. Sassy.”

Without warning, he flipped her to her stomach and smacked her bottom, just barely hard enough to sting.

“Ouch, Daddy!” She lifted her ass for another spank. “I’ll be good.”

“Uh, huh.”

The next caught the top of her thigh and she yelped, more from surprise than actual pain.

“Babygirls always say they’ll be good when they’re being punished,” he reminded her. “I suppose we’ll have to make sure you’re not sassy again.”

Before she could reply, he grabbed a few pillows and pushed them under her hips. “Much better,” he murmured as he stroked her warmed bottom.

Her core clenched, making her hope she wasn’t leaving a wet mess on the pillows rubbing so deliciously against her pussy.

“What’s better?” she finally managed to ask.

“The view of my target.”

He spanked her again, harder than before, and Susan moaned in pleasure. The man spanked her like he gave head, leaving no spot untouched, and without cease until she begged him to stop.

Her skin tingled with pinpricks of heated pain as he painted her backside what she imagined would be a gorgeous dark pink. She never wanted him to stop but knew he would long before she was ready for her spanking to end.

As if he heard her thoughts, Walt stroked her heated flesh, his large palm seeming to push the sting deep into her body. “That’s enough for now.”

Susan wanted to argue, but a single look over her shoulder convinced her not to. Instead, she said, “Thank you for my spanking, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” Using her hair as a leash, he lifted her head, then kissed her hard. “But there’s a spot I missed.”

“Does that mean you’re not finished?” Shivering with anticipation, she clenched her bottom, delighting in the ache he’d left for her to enjoy.

“I’m not even close to done with you, babygirl.”

Smiling inwardly, Susan parted her thighs and let out a slow breath as she readied herself for another spanking.

Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be his plan. Instead, he let his hands drift down her thighs and back up, coming ever closer to her center without actually touching where she needed him to.

“Please, Daddy,” she begged, “no more teasing.”

“Who said I was teasing?” He let a fingertip drift to her back passage, giving her the faintest of touches. “A good Daddy would never neglect his babygirl’s bottom.”

He dampened his fingers with moisture from her pussy, then teased her tight opening until she remembered to breathe out and relax, allowing him to slip his finger inside her.

“Oh, goodness!”

“You like that?” He added a second finger and scissored them to stretch her, an act she’d watched but never experienced for herself.

She clamped down on his fingers and closed her eyes as she rode the sudden wave of dark pleasure. “It feels amazing.”

“Good girl.” He tugged her hair again, forcing her to arch her back and hold still as he thrust his fingers inside her. “Do you think you’re ready for me to fuck your pretty bottom?”

She rocked against him, deepening the penetration until her pulse sped up and she was breathing hard.

“Look at what a dirty girl you are,” Walt crooned. “Look at you making yourself ready for your Daddy to fuck your sweet little asshole.”

“God, please. Yes!” Desperate for more stimulation, she rubbed her aching pussy against the damp pillow supporting her hips.

Without warning, he tugged the pillows away. When she whined in disappointment, he slapped her bottom. “Naughty girl. I never said I’d let you come when I fuck your ass.”

“Daddy!”

“Haven’t I already made you come?” She heard snap of a plastic cap opening and felt a trickle of cool lubricant drip between her bottom cheeks. “Many times?”

“Yes, I—” He pushed his lubricated fingers inside her, coating her thoroughly with the slippery substance. “Oh, god.”

“You’re a greedy little girl.” His warmth covered her back as he leaned over her. “You want all the orgasms.”

“I do.” She rocked her hips in an attempt to make him fuck her but held her still. “And I think I deserve them.”

“Do you?” Still playing with her bottom, Walt used his free hand to make her look at him. Although his gaze was stern and a little scary, he wore a faint smile. “Are you sure about that?”

The question stalled her, and she took a moment to consider what to say. Her thoughts were both simpler and much more complex than a straightforward yes or no.

“Ask me when I started believing I deserve everything.”

“And when was that, baby?”

“It happened when you made me write a bucket list.”