Page 29 of Daddy's Lesson
“It hurts.” I whined as I went up onto my tiptoes in an effort to escape or somehow lessen the intensity.
“It does? Aww, poor little girl.” It was a patronizing statement, but it somehow sounded sincere. “Maybe next time you’ll think before covering yourself again?”
“Yes, Daddy. I will. I promise.”
“Good, because if we have to do this again, I will keep this water zeroed in for so long it will leave you sore and sensitive for days, and you won’t get to come at all after. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy. Yes! I understand. Daddy, please!” Somehow his threat sent shockwaves to my abused clit, making the water even more unbearable.
“Good girl.”
Blessedly he stopped his assault. Sighing in relief, I swayed, feeling slightly lightheaded. Probably because of how hard my blood was pumping through my veins.
“Whoa, little Picasso. Are you okay?” Lennon dropped the shower head and steadied me with his hands on my shoulders.
“I think I need to sit down.”
“Good idea.” He nodded and pointed to a low ledge at the far corner of the shower stall. “Can you sit right here while I wash this paint off of me and then I will help you get out?”
I nodded and allowed him to hold onto me as I lowered myself to sit. It wasn’t a hardship. After all, I had quite the nice view. The way his muscles rippled and moved and the water slid down his magnificent body was alluring. Then there was his cock. In my limited experience I’d never seen anything like him. Even as he softened it was obvious that he was not a small man. My mouth watered to taste him, but between my lightheadedness and the idea of kneeling on the hard tile to grant myself access to him, there was no way.
“Like what you see, babygirl?” he asked with a huge, shit-eating grin on his face.
Embarrassed at being caught staring, all I could do was nod, watching with rapt fascination as he slowly began to harden under my gaze.
“You know,” he mused, “if you keep being naughty and making me wait to be inside that sweet pussy of yours, then Daddy is going to have to take your mouth.”
It was supposed to be a threat, I was sure, but at that moment I wanted nothing more than for him to do just that.
“Promises, promises, Lennon,” I sassed.
He smiled, shaking his head slowly.
“So naughty, you are.” Taking a step closer, he crowded my space. “Are you trying to call my bluff or do you want Daddy to fuck your face and come down your throat?”
I nibbled my lip. The way he talked sometimes was so crass, but my body reacted every time. I loved it.
Swallowing hard, I answered truthfully. “The second one.”
“That's what I thought.” He tsked. “You know I shouldn’t give you what you want when you’re being naughty to get it, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I agreed, not wanting to press my luck.
“Lucky for you, I’m in a giving mood.” He put his hand around my head and pulled me toward him. “Tell me, little girl. Have you ever had your face fucked?”
He knew damn well that I hadn’t. Sure, I’d given my husband a blow job, but there was no doubt in my mind that it was nowhere near the same thing.
“No, Daddy.”
“Have you ever swallowed?”
The idea had always turned my stomach, but for some reason, with him, it didn’t. On the contrary, I wanted it. I wanted to feel that little bit of power over him as he lost control and came in my mouth.
“I have never… umm… no one has ever come in my mouth.” I wished I could sound a little bit more confident. I was a seasoned woman, so it shouldn’t have been so hard to talk about sex, but it was. Especially with a man fifteen years my junior who used to be my student.
He held my head still with his hand fisted in my hair as he gently rubbed the tip of his cock against my bottom lip. “Mmm.” He moaned low in the back of his throat. “Do you think you can take it for Daddy?”
“I’ll try.”