Tryst by Jordan Silver Page B

good pale.” That was one of the things that turned me the fuck on no end; her pale as fuck skin against all that wild black hair.
    I ran my fingers through the crease of her thighs and teased the heat of her pussy. She was already wet the little cock teasing bitch. No doubt she’d done her little dance to get a reaction out of me. Only this time I’m afraid she’d bitten off more than she could chew. “Is this for him or me?” Just saying that shit out loud made my vision blurry.
    “You daddy, only you.” Her breath hitched and I knew she was crying already, too bad her tears didn’t move me. I drew out the suspense, as I let my fingers play with her as I nibbled her neck. Was I gonna fuck, or punish?
    I finger fucked her sweet pussy from behind while rubbing the thick leather belt against her clit. Her pussy soaked the leather as her scent rose up to my nostrils. “Umm, I can smell your heat.” I ran my nose along her neck to her ear while digging my fingers into her heated pussy. She started moving against my hand she couldn’t help herself, and her whimpers soon became moans.
    Just when I felt her body tense in that way it does before she cums, I pulled the leather away and brought it down across her ass. She screamed bloody murder and hopped from leg to leg. “Don’t you fucking move. You wanna flirt, huh? Wanna parade my pussy for others to see? We’ll see about that shit.”
    I painted her ass red until I almost drew blood. If she didn’t have to go back to school the next day I probably would’ve. I was pissed beyond reason even though I was holding that shit in best I could, so that I didn’t go overboard and really fuck her shit up.
    The fact that she always resorted to flirting with other men whenever she was pissed about our situation was fucking with me. It was fucking with my head that I couldn’t show my ownership in public, that I had to fucking sneak around like a fucking criminal to be with the woman I loved. That shit was about to end soon because I wasn’t about to let anyone else even entertain the idea that they even stood a chance ever again.
    Too close, I’d seen it in her today, she was fast losing patience and though I couldn’t really blame her, I wasn’t about to let her break my fucking teeth. She belonged to me, no one else and the sooner she accepts that the better.
    She was crying and begging me to stop but all I saw was her hand on his chest and that stupid fucking grin on his face. On second thought I will get his ass canned the little fuck. Later though; right now I had a babygirl to correct.
    I ignored her tears and ‘daddy I’m sorry’. I have the feeling that I’m going to be heating up her ass for the rest of our lives for one thing or another because she has a stubborn streak a mile wide.
    “Get on the bed, now.” She sulked her way into the middle of the bed while I stood behind her and stripped. I took my time, knowing that it was making her crazy. After she’s been punished, whether by a spanking or a timeout, she likes her daddy to reassure her. I’d bet anything that the fact that I haven’t fucked her yet is more of a punishment in her eyes than the ass whipping.
    I climbed up behind her and took her ass in my hands. Leaning over, I licked the welts that I’d just made there with my tongue. She moaned and twitched her ass. I took my time licking each welt before dipping my tongue down to her pussy where she was waiting for me. “All that sweet nectar, just for me.”
    It pissed me off all over again that she had been flirting, so, instead of the lengthy tongue fucking I’d had planned I reared up and plowed into her pussy, hard. “Ughh, daddddyyyyy….”
    “Yeah that’s right I’m daddy and you’ve been a bad fucking babygirl, now take this dick and shut the fuck up.” She tried muffling her moans and groans as I punished her pussy with deep hard strokes that hit her sweet spot each and every time. I’m not sure how much of a punishment it