Auction

"How did you know?"

"You've been gone months and filled with cum more often than not, I'd wager," he says, his palm clasping my ass possessively. "And there's going to be more."

A tingle of excitement rushes through me. More cum. His cum. Inside me.

He runs his hand over my bottom and between my thighs. "You're wearing far too much clothing," he says, stroking the flat of his palm against the crotch of my pants. "This has to come off."

And come off it does. It all comes off. With me over his thighs, Mattias strips me of every bit of clothing until I am utterly nude and vulnerable.

"You're beautiful," he purrs. "You've always been beautiful, but you're even more so now."

He is caressing me, his hands roaming my body, finding my breasts, my belly, my thighs. He is making the punishment become pleasure, swift stinging slaps finding my cheeks intermittently between caresses that slide down between my legs and tease the lips of my sex.

"Daddy..." I moan the word.

"Yes, little girl," he growls right back. He slides his fingers up and down my pussy, stroking my outer lips until I am so desperate for something, anything to be inside me I become a whimpering, moaning mess.

I lose myself in his touch. I get to be small. I get to be lost in desire. I get to be a slave to my base needs—and to him.

"I need you," I moan, my hips bucking over his lap with each fresh slap that lands time and time again, not letting me forget that this is a punishment, and I am a very, very naughty girl.

"You have me," he rumbles back. "You will always have me. I will never let you go again, Trissa. I let you go once. I gave you what you thought you wanted, and you came back. Now you're mine."

He emphasizes the words by slipping a finger slowly, deliberately, deeply into my sex. I let out a sigh of pure relief, even though it is not entirely what I need. I need his cock. I need the thick rod that I can feel prominent against my hip. I need him to forgive me—and I need him to fuck me.

"Please," I whimper. "Take me."

"Not yet," he says. "Right now, my little girl is getting her spanking. Daddy's princess is going to have a very sore bottom."

With that, he starts spanking me hard and fast and stern. His palm lands over and over, whipping my warmed-up cheeks to a hot crescendo. I start to scream and cry, but I'm not begging for him to stop. I'm letting the pain in. I'm feeling every bit of it, knowing this is what I deserve.

Tears flow, coursing down my cheeks—and then there is a respite, two fingers plunged hard into my pussy, stretching me. Mattias holds me in place, one arm firmly around my waist, the other working those thick fingers in and out of my pussy hard and rough, working me toward a screaming contrite climax that leaves me quivering over his lap.

"Good girl," he praises, patting my bottom as I sniffle.

"Please... Mattias..."

"I know what you want," he says, helping me to sit up gingerly, the skin of my bottom so sensitive I have to just barely perch on his thigh. "But that comes later."

"Please..."

He stops my pleas with a kiss. A deep, thorough, loving kiss that sinks through my body, gives me the relief of his love. I am Daddy's princess. I am the king's lover. I am a captive, and I love it.

"You have others to make amends to," he reminds me when he breaks the kiss.

"But you could tell them you already punished me. You could save me..."

"It wouldn't be saving you," he says. "It would be spoiling you, and you are spoiled enough."

"But... not now, please... I am sore."