Chapter 6

Maxim

She was wet.

Not just a little wet either, but so wet that the scent of her arousal was rife on the air. With every breath I took, her aroma shot straight down to my dick, and I had to keep telling myself that I couldn't take her, she was too young.

Off limits.

But I was only a man. Denying myself wasn't easy, especially with her bare ass and her very wet pussy on full display for her spanking. Hell, her bottom writhed and clenched over my knee, thoroughly scorched and her slight movements only rubbed her hips against my cock, and it felt so fucking good.

If I hadn't been hard before, I was now.

I could feel myself growing, lengthening, and thickening behind my zipper, and I wondered what it would be like to pull my dick out and sink myself into her tight, wet heat.

No.

I couldn't.

Riley was barely an adult, just a girl really. Fuck, she was only eighteen. I was forty-four, more than twice her age. From the way she'd stiffened when I'd raised her skirt, I could tell no man had ever seen or touched her before.

I would bet money on the fact that she was a virgin and I hated that that did something to me.

That made me feel things.

It made me feel possessive when it shouldn't. It made my dick harder to think about being the first man to drive into her virgin pussy.

And it made me think about being the first and last man to ever touch her, which just made my cock so hard that it hurt.

It made me want to make her mine.

This was insane.

I knew better than to take advantage of a young girl who was vulnerable after getting the first real punishment of her young life.

Without a word, I tugged her panties up and covered her bare, scorched ass. Her little squeal of embarrassment when the damp material of her underwear made contact with her skin sent a bolt of heat straight down to my cock and I inwardly cursed.

I just needed to make it a little longer.

Once I was safe in the vicinity of my own room, I'd take care of my need, but not before.

Not with her.

It had been years since I'd been with a woman. I'd had a few meaningless flings, but I'd stopped that long ago. For the most part, I could have any woman I wanted, but I wanted sex to mean something other than just a quick fuck to scratch an inch. It was more complicated than that.

I had my needs.

I just didn't act on them.

I don't know why Riley was triggering them so badly, but I'd ignore them for the time being.

Right now, she needed to be held and then I'd put her to bed and tuck her in.

When her underwear was back in place, I smoothed down the back of her skirt, scooped her up, and turned her over in my arms so that she was sitting in my lap.

Her body was shaking and trembling, but when she looked at me, her big, tear-filled blue eyes were clear and calm. She sniffled, and I wrapped my arms around her. Unexpectedly, she curled into my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck.

The gesture was so trusting, so innocent and pure that it took my breath away.

Fuck, how I wished I could give her what she needed.

How I craved to take what I needed…

Fuck me.

Her cheek rested against the hollow of my throat, and she nuzzled in.

The sensation of her body, warm and pliant against mine, was comforting in a way I hadn't expected. The scent of her hair, a blend of vanilla and something floral, wafted up to me, and I breathed in deep, taking comfort in the aroma that was her.

Holding her felt right in a way that nothing had for a long time, her slight weight perfect against my protective frame.

As she clung to me, each breath she took seemed to sync with mine, her body trembling less with each passing moment. Her warmth, the softness of her embrace, it all felt dangerously perfect, dangerously right.

Her trust in me, her calmness in the midst of her incredible vulnerability—it pierced through the armor I wore daily, reaching places inside me I had buried a long time ago. She touched a piece of my heart that had died along with my wife.

Fuck, how I wished I could be what she needed, be the haven she sought.

But that was a line I couldn't cross no matter how much I wanted to.

Taking her as mine wouldn't be right.

"There's a good girl. Let's get you to bed," I said softly, and her eyes widened as she chewed the pillowy cushion of her lower lip, and it took everything in me not to lean forward and kiss her.

Gently, I scooped her up from my lap, feeling her slight frame nestle instinctively into my arms as I stood. I moved to the head of the bed, her head resting softly on my shoulder, her breathing quiet and even against my neck.

Then I pulled back the covers with one hand while securely holding her with the other. With tender care, I laid her down on the soft mattress, her body curling slightly as she settled into the comfort of the bed. I noticed she flinched slightly when her ass brushed against the covers, but she did her best to cover it up.

It was adorable in a way that touched my heart, yet I'd never admit to it.

I pulled the blankets up, tucking her in tightly and brushing her dark burgundy hair back from her forehead.

"Now, sleep, sweet girl. You and I will talk in the morning about things, but I want you to get your rest," I said softly, and she nodded, biting that delicious lip once more. She looked up at me through her long dark lashes, her rosy cheeks growing pinker in the soft light.

"Yes, sir," she whispered, the musical cadence of her voice jumping straight to my dick.

Fuck. I needed to get out of here.

I didn't though. Instead, I reached out to brush my fingers across her cheek, pushing a stray lock of hair out of her face and behind her ear.

Her blue eyes stared into mine, stormy and still damp from her tears and I yearned to climb into bed and hold her against me until she fell asleep safe in my arms.

But I couldn't. It was an impossible dream, one that would only lead to her ruin.

So instead, I allowed myself one last touch, one last caress of my thumb across her cheek and then I forced myself to turn around and walk away.

It took every bit of my willpower, but I didn't look back and my heart withered away into a dry husk with every step.

The sound of her door closing behind me was like the sound of my own heart shattering.

Once it shut, I stopped in my tracks and pressed my back against the door, taking a deep breath to try to gather my bearings once again.

I wanted her.

It was as simple as that.

I wanted her and I shouldn't.

She was young, vulnerable, and I had absolutely no right.

With a heavy sigh, I walked down the hall until I reached my bedroom door, and I groaned as I closed myself inside, creating yet another barrier between the two of us. A part of me hated that it was necessary, even if I didn't want to admit it.

Taking a deep breath, I looked around the room. It was spacious. When I moved forward, my steps echoed softly across the dark wooden floors.

I brushed my hand against the cold, smooth surface of the bedspread, the Egyptian cotton devoid of warmth without another to share it.

Every single bit of the room seemed to amplify the fact that I was alone.

Turning away, I strode across the floor, my hand trailing along the back of the leather armchair, its surface worn from evenings spent lost in thought. I had meticulously chosen each piece of furniture, yet none of it brought comfort tonight.

Reaching the edge of the bed, I sat down heavily, the mattress barely yielding under my weight. I looked toward the en-suite bathroom, its door ajar.

A shower might feel nice.

With a weary grunt, I pushed myself off the bed and walked to the bathroom, shedding clothes along the way. The cool air of the room brushed against my skin as I walked. I turned the knobs of the shower and when I was ready, I stepped inside, letting the hot water cascade over me. I hoped that it would wash away the turmoil bouncing around in my skull, but the steam only seemed to cloud my thoughts further.

I leaned against the cool tile, the water streaming down my back, and closed my eyes. Images of her, so close, so untouchable, played behind my lids. I wanted her—more than I was willing to admit, more than was right. And yet, knowing the depth of my own longing only made the barriers I had erected seem more necessary, and even more painful.

I forced myself to focus on the physical sensation of the water sluicing over my back, trying to drown out the yearning boiling inside of me. The steam filled my lungs, the heat seared my skin, and for a moment I could pretend like that was enough.

But it wasn't.

I envisioned her bare bottom flexing over my knee as I spanked her, then the image of her arousal stringing between her thighs and her soft cries and moans as my hand struck her bare flesh.

Would she touch herself thinking about being put over my knee? Would she take care of that needy, wet little pussy and come hard while under my roof?

She would if she was in your bed…

Without meaning to, my hand drifted to my dick, my length already hard and heavy. My fingers brushed against the surface of my cock, and a frisson of pleasure made my balls squeeze tight.

I could pretend.

It was a fantasy.

But it was just a fantasy, right? That's all this was. Nothing more than that. I was just a man taking care of his needs.

That's it.

I kept telling myself that, over and over until it seared into my brain. That didn't stop the guilt, but it made it a little easier.

Wrapping my fingers around the base, I pulled my fingers up and slowly stroked my cock.

In my mind, I was in control. I was the one making her gasp. I was the one making her scream my name.

I lost myself in the fantasy.

"I didn't mean to be so naughty," she whispered, and I clicked my tongue in disapproval. I stood before her and wrapped my fingers around her chin, lifting her gaze to mine gently but firmly.

Her eyes were round with nervousness, like she had guessed that she was about to be punished and it was going to hurt, yet there was still something there that told me she was curious.

That she wanted it.

That she knew she needed her bare little bottom spanked and that sweet pretty pink pussy fucked hard enough to make her forget her own name as she screamed mine.

And who was I to deny her what she truly needed.

"You knew that it was naughty when you reached between your legs to touch that pretty pussy, didn't you?" I asked.

She squirmed, a guilty look painted all over her face. She knew it. She was just being a naughty little brat.

"Yes… but sir," she whined.

"And you knew it was even naughtier to play with that needy little clit, didn't you?"

"Yes, sir," she whispered, her breath coming out in soft gasps.

"What needs to happen to naughty little girls who touch themselves without my permission?"

"Please, sir," she begged, and I shook my head.

"Tell me, naughty girl," I pressed.

She stepped from one foot to the other and I had to fight back a smile at how adorable she looked. Her rosy cheeks turned bright red with shame, but I didn't back down.

"Please don't make me say it," she whispered, her voice hoarse with embarrassed arousal. She was wearing nothing more than a thin white nightie with a pair of panties beneath.

I was looking forward to ripping them off, but I wouldn't rush this.

I was going to savor every delicious moment.

"Do I need to take off my belt, young lady?" I warned and she immediately stood straighter and desperately shook her head.

"You're going to punish me," she whimpered.

"Be more specific, little girl. What needs to happen?"

"I need a spanking…" she replied, her voice trailing off as both her face and her chest turned a bright cherry red.

"What else?" I pushed, gripping her chin a little bit harder to show her that I was dead serious.

"I need a fucking, sir," she said, blushing hard as her shoulders bowed inward toward me.

"You need a hard spanking and an even harder fucking, don't you, young lady?"

"Yes, sir," she whispered, her nerves written all over her face. Honestly, it was the most delicious thing I'd ever laid eyes on.

She was perfect.

My little girl.

My sweetheart.

My Riley.

I had to have her, and I was going to, whether she was ready for it or not.

I reached behind her and smacked her ass hard enough to make her jump. Then I took her hands in mine and pulled her toward me as I sat down on the bed.

With ease, I situated her over my knee.

She was right where she belonged.

I slowly pulled her nightgown up, baring her flawless panty-clad bottom and sucked in a breath through my teeth.

Fuck.

Just the sight of her like this made me want to come, right there in my pants like a teenage boy who had just seen his first pair of tits.

Her panties soon followed. I hooked my fingers around the waistband and tugged them down to her knees, exposing every inch of that beautiful ass to my gaze.

I took my time, studying the fullness of her cheeks and the way her backside looked like the perfect upside-down heart.

Then, my eyes fell lower, and a smirk curled up my lips.

I could see the glistening arousal dripping down her thighs.

She wanted this.

Needed it.

And I was going to give it to her.

My hand grazed against her left bottom cheek, my palm smoothing over the velvety surface that was soon going to turn bright pink. I enjoyed every bit of the sight of her nakedness before I decided that it was time to begin.

When I drew my hand back, she gasped. I was certain she was preparing herself for the first blow, but that didn't make it any less shocking when my palm crashed against her flesh.

"Such a naughty girl, needing to be put over my knee and spanked," I whispered, and she gasped again, only this time, it sounded more like a desperate moan than anything else.

It was such a good sound.

So innocent.

So pure.

It made my dick even harder and my heart race faster. I brought my hand down again. Harder this time. Again and again, spanking her and watching the way her perfect skin started to flush the most deliciously pretty shade of pink.

She squirmed over my lap. It was likely starting to burn, but it was going to sting a whole lot more before I put her on her knees face down on the bed and relentlessly pounded into her with my cock.

Her squirming turned to writhing, and the next time my palm struck her ass, her yelps echoed throughout the room. She kicked her legs and drummed her toes on the floor, but I just wrapped one hand around her waist and pinned her over my lap.

Then I really started to spank her.

Truly spank her.

The skin of her ass went from pink to red in a matter of minutes, and it was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. My cock was so hard beneath her that there was no doubt in my mind that she could feel it.

Good.

I wanted her to know she was making me that hard. I wanted her to know that taking her in hand like this was one of the sexiest things I'd ever experienced and that it would be for the rest of my life.

"Sir! Please! It stings!" she called out.

"You're lucky I haven't decided that your needy little pussy needs a spanking rather than a fucking," I replied, and her gasp of shock made my fucking dick jump half a mile.

Just to prove my point, I wrenched her legs open and slapped her wet little pussy firmly enough to sting, but not enough to really hurt her.

She yelped.

"I promise to be a good girl! Please don't spank my pussy! Please fuck me," she begged.

I loved that she was so desperate.

That she needed me this much.

But I also loved tormenting her. By the time I sank my cock into her, she wouldn't just be desperate.

She'd be frantic.

I brought my hand down again onto her pussy and her ass clenched, then her hips bucked, and her arousal visibly dripped onto my leg. I spanked her between her legs one last time before I let them go and she pressed them together so quickly that it brought a grin to my face, especially knowing how much her pussy was stinging right now.

I spanked her once more. On her bottom, but then on the inside of her thighs. Then on the tops of her thighs and all over her backside until her ass was glowing a bright cherry red.

By the time I finished, she was yelping and crying and moaning and dripping all over my leg. I savored my handiwork as she caught her breath.

"That hurt," she whined.

"It was supposed to, naughty girl. Now, get up on the bed. I want to see that bright red ass on display and your face down in the mattress. Show me how much you need my cock," I said darkly.

She moved, standing before me on shaky legs, as I pulled her panties down her thighs, and she kicked them away.

Then she walked up to the bed and did as she was told like a girl that needed a fucking and needed it badly.

She got onto the bed, crawled to the center, and laid her head on the pillow. She lifted her hips and spread her thighs, displaying that soaking wet little pussy for me like a very good girl.

What a fucking vision.

There was no way that I wasn't going to take what I wanted without apology and without even a smidge of remorse.

I climbed up onto the bed and slowly freed my cock, taking my time as I unbuckled my belt, then my slacks, and slid the zipper all the way down.

Riley gasped when she heard it, and the sound went straight to my cock.

She wanted it.

She knew what was coming.

"You're going to take my cock like a very good girl, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir," she wailed, wiggling her hips a little back and forth, which was fucking enticing as hell. I wanted to reach out and lap that pretty little pussy with my tongue until she screamed and came, but there would be time for that. It just wasn't now.

Now, she needed a punishment fucking and she was going to get it.

Hard.

I didn't have to be gentle. I didn't have to go slow.

I couldn't help myself as I smacked her ass several more times. It was simply begging for it, and she yelped out loud. When I was satisfied, I slipped my fingers between her legs, just wanting to feel how deliciously wet she was.

She was soaked.

Absolutely dripping.

For me.

For a man that was old enough to be her father, she was unquestionably drenched, and it was the most perfect thing I had ever felt in my life.

I couldn't wait anymore.

I couldn't take it.

I was a man dying of thirst, and she was the first drink of water I'd come across in what felt like years.

I lined up the head of my cock with her entrance. I wouldn't even need lube. She was wet enough to take all of me without a fight, at least not much of one.

"You're going to take every last inch of me, little girl. It's going to hurt. You're going to scream the whole time, but you're going to come hard enough for me that you're going to beg for mercy, and I'm not going to stop. You're just going to come some more for me because that's what I want."

Her inward take of breath was enough to set me on edge. Every nerve in my body was ready to explode and then without any warning at all, I slammed my hips forward and buried my cock into her tight virgin cunt.

Riley screamed, and I groaned as her walls tightened around my length, squeezing and pulling me further into her soaking wet warmth.

It was absolute heaven.

"It's too much! Please, take it out. You're too big!" she yelped, but I didn't.

Instead, I just drove into her, harder and faster, and her cries quickly turned to moans and then into screams.

"You were made for my cock, little girl. Now be a good girl and take it."

She clawed at the bed.

I just fucked her harder. Relentlessly. Mercilessly.

So hard that the headboard slammed against the wall.

Her hips rocked beneath me, and her ass was bright red from where I was slamming against her, but the pain was mixing with her pleasure and the way she was tightening around me was a clear sign that she was close.

I pinned her down with my weight, my thick cock pounding into her without mercy.

Riley's moans echoed throughout the room. Her screams pierced the air.

She was beautiful.

And I couldn't get enough.

I couldn't get deep enough.

Hard enough.

I fucked her so thoroughly that she writhed beneath me. Her pussy clamped down on my cock.

She came so hard that her entire body shook, and she screamed, her voice breaking, her body shaking, and her back arching back against me as she sought me out, taking me deeper and deeper with every last stroke.

She was so lost in her pleasure that I thought she was going to pass out, and I grinned. I would ruin men for her.

Fuck that.

I would be the first and last man she would ever fuck at all. I would give it to her so good that there would be no question in her mind that she was mine forever and for always, that every inch of her body belonged to me and only me.

Then she screamed one single word that made me lose it.

"Daddy!"

My cum burst out of my dick like a fucking firehose. It seemed like a never-ending torrent as I stroked my cock from base to tip.

My eyes squeezed shut as my pleasure surged from the bottom of my spine all the way out. Cum splattered all over the tile, a thick white pool gathering beneath me, and I cursed under my breath, a guttural, low, throaty sound, and the guilt that it was Riley who had brought me there swirled within me like a goddamn hurricane.

I should feel ashamed.

But I didn't.

Instead, I stared down at my cum. It was a waste it wasn't seeping out of her as she stared back at me with sated bliss written all over her face.

I shook my head.

If she ever called me Daddy in real life, I wouldn't be able to control myself.

I would take her.

Consequences be damned.