Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen

Walt

He didn’t ask Susan to explain what she’d meant about writing her bucket list. She needed that tiny push to realize her dreams were within reach, and he was just the Daddy to give it to her.

“There’s my very good girl,” he murmured as he continued to prepare her ass for his cock.

Thankfully, although he doubted she’d ever done anal, she’d watched enough scenes in the dungeon to know what to do. Didn’t mean he wouldn’t go slow for her first time.

“Please. Daddy.” She tried to press her hips against his hand, but he held her still.

“Tell me exactly what you want, babygirl.” He rubbed her clit with his thumb. “Use those bad girl words.”

“Ahh!” Susan clenched her hands into fists and wadded the sheets.

“No dirty words?” Walt removed his fingers, then cleaned his hands with a wipe. “Too bad.”

“Damn you!” She turned to glare at him, revealing cheeks flushed with arousal and irritation. “Fuck my ass, Daddy. Put your cock inside me now!”

Hiding a smile, he kissed the base of her spine. “There’s my good naughty girl.”

“Walt, please!”

“Be patient, sweetheart.” His cock throbbed as he hurriedly put on a condom and coated it with lube.

“Hurry, Daddy!” Susan spread her knees further apart and pushed her hand between her legs.

“Oh, very naughty girl,” he murmured as he rubbed the head of his cock against her puckered opening. “Did I could say you could touch your pussy?”

“I— Oh, god.”

Walt eased himself inside her, as slowly as he could when every single cell in his body wanted to fuck her hard and bury himself deep inside her.

“Answer me, Susan. Did I give you permission to touch your pussy?”

“No, Daddy.” She rocked her hips to meet my thrusts, but didn’t stop playing with herself.

“Are you going to stop?” He pulled her against him and held still until she whined and tried to take more of his cock in her bottom.

“No, Daddy. And I’m not sorry.”

“Oh, my.” Thankfully, she wasn’t looking at him because there was no way he’d be able to hide the grin on his face. It was about time she took what she wanted without asking and without apologizing. “That is very, very naughty.”

“Yes, Daddy.” He slid deeper into her, making her gasp.

“Do you think I should spank you?” He slid his hand over her hip, then between her legs. Matching her rhythm, he stroked her clit.

“Yes.” Susan moaned and arched her back, making her thighs quiver. “God, yes, Daddy. Spank me, but don’t stop fucking me.”

“Never.” He thrust deeper into her scalding heat but slowed down, so he didn’t come too soon. Using his free hand, he slapped the outer curve of her ass hard enough to leave a pink handprint.

“More, Daddy!”

Walt took his hand off her pussy and spanked the other side. She cried out and her channel rippled around his cock, tightening like a fist.

“Fuck, yes, baby. You feel so good.” He alternated a few more spanks, almost forgetting to stop before she would want him to. His heart pounded, and he gritted his teeth when a surge of pleasure traveled up to the base of his spine.

“Daddy, please!” She panted harshly and threw her head back. “I need to come!”

He wouldn’t tease her—not this time, and not when he was fast approaching the point of no return.

“That’s my very good girl for asking for permission,” he crooned. “Come for me, baby.”

“Yes!”

She bucked into him, her back passage clamping down on his shaft as she exploded. He had no choice but to follow her into bliss.

“Lord, babygirl.” Breathing hard, he collapsed to the side, careful not to squish her. Blood pounded in his head, and he had to blink several times to clear his vision. “You about did me in.”

“Mmm.” She rolled to face him and gave him a sleepy, slumberous smile. “Thank you for my spanking, Daddy. And for my fucking.”

Although he still needed to clean her and deal with the condom, he cupped her cheeks and kissed her, his tongue probing the seam of her lips until she let him in. When she whimpered and reached for his cock, he pulled away and kissed her forehead.

“And thank you for being Santa’s naughty elf. Did it feel good to be bad?”

“It did.” Laughing softly, she rolled to her back. “But I think we both know that a few swear words and a hit off someone’s joint isn’t exactly felonious behavior.”

“No.” He sat up then got out of bed and offered her his hand. “Let’s get in the shower, and we’ll talk about it.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She let him help her up, then scampered into the bathroom and started the water. As he disposed of the condom, she asked, “What did you want to talk about?”

He stepped under the warm water with her, but didn’t protest when she washed on her own. Although he wanted to take care of her in all ways, he didn’t want to be distracted.

“Why do you think I asked you to swear?”

“I think you were pushing me out of my comfort zone, like you said,” she replied, offering him the bottle of body wash. “I think you realized I’m never going to be a good brat, and I won’t do anything to purposely upset you.”

“But you’re really cute when you stick out your tongue and cross your eyes.”

She rolled her eyes, but he didn’t miss her adorably flustered smile. “Anyway, was I right about you pushing me out of my comfort zone?”

“You were.”

“Yay! I like being right.” Before he could laugh at the first truly bratty comment Susan had ever uttered, she added, “But I liked being bad too.”

“You know…” He squeezed water from her hair with a towel and patted the rest of her body dry. “Once you’re comfortable with the swear words, you’ll have to find some other way to be bad.”

She stilled and let out a long, slow breath. “Well, fuck me sideways. The possibilities will be…”

“What, baby?”

Turning to face him, she grinned, nearly blinding him, then tossed her towel at his head. “The possibilities are fucking endless, Daddy. I think I need a new bucket list.”