Page 24 of Hunter's Baby Girl

Chapter 12

He stood beside the bed, next to where I knelt. I felt his hand stroke my ass, still covered in its satin panties. “Very nice,” he murmured. “I love touching you. You have the most beautiful ass.”

I couldn’t help the sigh that escaped from behind my closed lips when I felt him caressing me. His fingers danced over the pink satin and traveled over the bare skin just below it. I sighed again, this time with my lips parted.

“You like that?” he asked quietly. I whimpered in reply. I didn’t just like it. I was already on fire.

Then I felt the first slap of his hand, gentle, yet firm enough to drive me slightly forward. I gritted my teeth, hissing through them as I absorbed the blow.

“You’re the one who wanted this,” he reminded me in that stern, no-nonsense tone of voice. I knew he was trying to sound detached, but a glance toward his crotch out of the corner of my eye told me he felt otherwise.

Smack!I was driven forward again, and I cried out softly. Smack! He alternated from one side to the other, spanking briskly. I felt my arms trembling as the wetness spread between my legs. It was all I could do to keep from moaning and writhing like a wanton slut.

“Had enough?” he asked, and I felt his hand make contact again. My skin was warm and tingling, and the sting melted away to a growing, building heat that threatened to sweep me away.

“More,” I moaned. “Please. Spank me.” It wasn’t my imagination. The bulge in his pants twitched, and I heard him growl slightly.

“More?” he repeated, his breathing a bit ragged. I leaned on my forearms, thrusting my ass higher and exposing more of myself to him. He hadn’t removed my panties yet, though, so not everything was on display. I knew it had to be driving him crazy.

Then I felt his hand again, only it wasn’t on one cheek or the other. It was right in the middle, almost directly over my mound.

“Oh!” I cried, surprise mingling with enjoyment of this new sensation. He’d never struck me there before. I realized all my nerve endings were extremely sensitive when I felt the explosion of pleasure rip through me. “Jesus,” I breathed, unable to believe how incredible that felt.

“Do you like it when Daddy spanks you there?” he asked, his voice low and lusty. It turned me on even more.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Do it again, Daddy. Spank my pussy.” He groaned again, and I was rewarded with another brisk spank that left me wide-mouthed and moaning loudly, my head thrown back. It felt amazingly good. I was torn between stinging discomfort and the ache of arousal, and my breath came in short gasps once the moan died down.

I sensed him coming near me again, and I braced myself for another blow, but instead of spanking me, he pulled down my underwear. “Mmm . . .,” he breathed. “You’re all red now. I bet it feels hot, too, huh?”

Even through the hazy pleasure I was wrapped in, I got the feeling I knew what that ice was for. I felt my muscles contract at the thought. “Yes, I’m so hot now, and it stings,” I moaned. “Make it feel better, Daddy.”

I had completely lost all sense of propriety, and any shred of hesitation or modesty vanished. I wanted more – more of this, more of him. I wanted to be dirty.

I looked up and saw him reach into the glass, which he’d left on the nightstand. He pulled out a dripping ice cube. “Will this help, do you think?” he asked. I looked up at him and nodded. He ran the ice over my mouth, slowly, erotically. I moaned softly, never breaking eye contact. When I touched my tongue to the ice and licked it, I heard his breath catch in his throat.

Then he took the cube and disappeared behind me. I was tense, unsure where I’d first feel the sharp cold on my skin. Then I felt a drip, then another; he was holding it over one of my cheeks, letting the water melt and drip onto me, then run down my leg. It was another new sensation, one which wasn’t unpleasant. But I wanted more.

“Please, Daddy,” I begged, breathless. “More. Please. My skin hurts.” I was rewarded with the sensation of the ice cube traveling in small, slow circles over my ass. It was unreal, the feeling of the cold on my overheated skin. I cried out again and again, lost in a blur of pleasure.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked when the cube had melted.

“No, please, don’t stop,” I panted. I was so aroused it hurt, and I felt my juices flowing freely. I wanted more than anything for him to touch me at the center of the ache he had created.

He got up and took another cube from the glass, then repeated the circular motion over my other cheek. This time he ran the ice farther down my thigh to the area behind my knee. I nearly screamed, the mix of pleasure and discomfort driving me insane.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured, then chuckled to himself a little.

“And not from the melted ice,” I responded with yet another moan. “See what you do to me?” I managed to gasp, and I pushed myself back ever so slightly, opening myself farther to him. I was rewarded with the shocking sensation of an ice cube being run up and down my aching cleft.

“Oh my God!” I screamed and reflexively pulled away. He took my hips in his hands and pulled me back toward him, then hooked an arm around my thighs and held me in place. I knew it was pointless to fight. He was too strong.

“Stay still,” he whispered. “Just breathe.” So I willed myself to stop squirming, and I felt the ice touch my lips again. I whimpered, frantic, and he shushed me. “Just breathe into it. Enjoy it.” So I took a deep breath, then another. Soon, as the ice traveled over my bald pussy lips, I wasn’t in agony. I was in ecstasy.

“Oh my God! Fuck! Yes!” I cried out, throwing my head from side to side as he rubbed the ice all over me. By the time he touched it to my clit, I was begging him to, and I screamed as all the pent-up arousal burst from me in a soul-shattering orgasm.

But he didn’t let me stop there; instead, he took what was left of the ice cube and pushed it inside me. I screamed again, on and on, and I felt my muscles clamp down on the cube until it melted.

He released me, finally, and I collapsed onto the bed. I felt him remove my panties and unhook my bra, then gently turn me over. I was still lost in bliss and didn’t put up any resistance. He lay down beside me on the bed, still fully clothed, propped up on one arm.