Continued from Part 1. Thank you to all the readers out there.

With a quick tug, my head jolted upright and to attention. “Good Girl. Do you like my collar and leash?” he asked nicely. Yes, Daddy. Very much. “Wonderful. I want you to crawl to the other side of the bed, closer to my nightstand. Turn so you are facing the mirror, lower to your forearms and knees, with your feet hanging off the edge.” Yes, Daddy. I began to crawl across the bed slowly under his gaze. I made my way over to the edge like he said before turning to get in place. I quickly took note of his belt, a long, black riding crop with a thin popper, and a bottle of lubricant that sat atop his nightstand. Daddy placed a hand on each side of my ass and began caressing slowly. He took his hand away and then brought it back soundly spanking me with his open hand. Yes, Daddy. Again, please. The stinging had barely subsided when his hand came down again, spanking me again in same place. This one ended with a few gentle caresses before raising and swiftly returning with a smack. “Your body responds so well, Good Girl. I love seeing your ass flush with color.” Mmmmmm. This man. Pain. Pleasure. Sharp swats. Tender touches. Soothing speech. He provides just the right balance to keep me on the edge.

Daddy ran his hand up my left thigh, feeling a slight tremble as he approached where I was yearning for his touch. “Good Girl, you’re so wet for me.” Mmmmm. He tugged the leash again, this time coaxing my neck to extend so I was looking up to the ceiling. He leaned in and moaned before nibbling my ear. He was enjoying this too. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back until I made contact with him. He’d slipped out of his boxer briefs unbeknownst to me. The bare head of his dick teased my entrance. Damn. His hard cock made my pussy throb with need. Please, Daddy. I thought. I need you so bad. I moaned loudly signaling my want. He pressed against me again, not entering me, but connecting firmly and moving his hips in a gentle circle. The contact was electrifying. While he was distracting me with his seductive hip movements, he reached over and picked up his belt and the riding crop. I felt my pussy grow wetter with excitement.

He started with the belt, easing into our play. A few swats with his belt, building intensity from the first few easy ones to some harder ones with a little more impact. I don’t hold back my moans and cries hoping they tell him how much I enjoy his strikes. He then alternated between his belt and the crop, varying the instruments and intensity as he worked me over. The The sounds of my soft, sexy moans, mews, and whimpers mixed with the smacks and pops of Daddy’s toys filled the room. He took turns placing his strikes on my ass, thighs, feet, back, and breast. Each location eliciting a different sensation. Neither one of us really spoke yet there was so much being communicated between us. When Daddy was satisfied with the job he’d done, he picked up the bottle of lube and dripped a plentiful amount down my crack. He resumed working me with his belt & crop.

When he was finished with his work, he draped the belt across my low back. Holding an end in each hand, he drove his hands towards the bed, arching my back further. “My Good Girl is a bit of a pain slut, yes?” he asked. Yes, Daddy. I had no idea I’d love it so much. Thank you. “You’re welcome, Good Girl. Now let me in,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m going to fill that pretty pussy with my cum.” A wave of excitement washed down my body as he stood, readying to enter me. I felt a light tap on my right ass cheek, followed by another. Then one right in between them. He was teasing me with his cock. Tap, tap on the left and another in the center. He pressed the head of his cock down, running it across my ass through to my front. He pressed against my clit, circling it hard a couple times before dragging himself back through to my entrance. He entered me slowly, allowing me to savor him inch by inch. I loved the way my pussy felt as I accepted him…like a key being worked into a lock. My walls clenched when the head of his penis reached my cervix. His cock fills me up in the best way possible. Mmmmm, a moan left my mouth. “Whose pretty pink pussy am I buried deep inside?” Yours, Daddy. This pussy belongs to you.

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