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  I can’t help myself. I want to be his bad girl, his babygirl, for this one night. I want to call him daddy and have him spank me and— “Ow!” His hand comes down, with a surprising force, smacking the center of my wet, silk covered ass. There’s a little splat sound from the water from the hot tub. “That hurt!”

  “It ought to. Little girls shouldn’t disobey their daddies.” He brings his hand down again, on the center of my right cheek, then the center of my left.

  “Mm…it hurts, but…it feels good.” The stinging spreads from my ass, creeping between my thighs, making tingles dance through my pussy.

  “Daddy wants to spank your bare ass.” His fingers wander up my thigh, unsnapping the fastenings at the crotch of my teddy. He brushes over the gusset of my G-string panties, sending sparks through my core. He pushes the fabric of the teddy up over my ass, exposing my bare cheeks.

  I give a little shiver as the cool air rushes over my skin.

  He pats my curves. “Now, say please, and ask daddy to spank you like a good girl.”

  I moan, my hips wiggling against his thigh in anticipation. “Please, daddy, spank me.”

  “You ask so prettily.” He brings his hand down, spanking my ass, alternating cheeks, right and left, right and left. He stops, smoothing his palm over my warming flesh. “And you look stunning over my lap like this. Like you should be here every night.”

  Every night? Oh my God. Did he really think that?

  My skin stings under the spanks from his big hand and it feels so good, if he asked me now, I’d probably commit to coming back. But this is a one-time thing, a fuck and run, a fill up the bank account and never see him again and—oh-my-God-what-is-he-doing-with-his-hand, right now? His hand slips down the cleft in my ass, his fingertips pressing against my back entrance over the thin scrap of fabric of my G-string, completely voiding my mind of thought.

  “Daddy would love to take you here, one day.” His finger slides beneath the G-string and he pulls it back, letting it go with a snap against my skin.

  “I, uh, I don’t know about that.” But the way it feels when he touches me makes me think maybe I would go there with him, one day, if we saw each other again and he keeps making me feel like this—Emmeline, quit it.

  One time. Then back to med school, back to becoming a doctor. I respond to my own thoughts out loud. “Right. One time, Emmeline.”

  His hand stops moving. “What was that?”

  “Oh, uh, nothing. I…oh…” he slips his fingers between my thighs, pressing over my panties. I give a sigh of pleasure. “I like that.”

  “I know you do. I can feel how wet you are, and I know it’s not from the hot tub.” His finger sneaks under the elastic band of my panties, diving into my slick folds.

  And I almost fucking come.

  “Oh my God!” My body tightens over his lap and my thighs spread to the side, offering him better access to pleasure me. “More of that.”

  His finger plunges in my pussy, filling and stretching me as his other hand comes down hard on my bare ass. “Still so bossy. Daddy needs to teach you who’s in charge.”

  “Sorry, daddy,” I whimper. “I meant, more of that, please.”

  “Good girl. But don’t come till daddy says or you’re going to feel my belt across your ass.”

  I give a gasp at the thought of his leather belt smacking my ass, just as he makes the addition of a second finger to his first. The two fingers move together, filling me and fucking me and now I’m laying limp over his legs, my hips bucking backwards, my pussy demanding every ounce of friction I can get.

  The pressure builds so quickly, I’m suddenly on the edge of coming. I give a little whimper, stilling my hips, forcing myself to stop, though everything in me just wants to ride his hand harder and harder until I orgasm. I guess I am a quick learner. “I…need to come. Please.”

  “There’s a good girl. Let it go. Fuck daddy’s hand and come all over daddy’s fingers, pretty girl.”

  Holy shit, the mouth on this man. I obey, fully, shamelessly bucking, humping his thigh as his fingers move in and out of me, fucking me to climax. My fingertips dig into the edge of the tub, my eyes shut tight and my entire body tenses as a rock n’ roll orgasm rips through my body, leaving me shuddering and panting over his lap.

  I let out a low moan, totally and completely spent. “Fuck me.”

  He smacks my ass, and I groan. I swear the smack goes straight to my spasming sex. “Don’t you mean, fuck me, please, daddy?”

  He lifts me up from his lap, and our eyes meet. I should feel shame, humiliation, having been forced to lay myself over his lap, have my bare ass spanked by him, made to call him daddy.

  I feel only lust as I stare into his gold-flecked gaze.

  Longing to call him daddy again.

  Chapter 4

  Rawley

  This girl will be the death of me. I know she’s a professional, but damn, the mouth on her. Please daddy. Fuck me daddy. Spank me daddy, I’ve been a bad girl. I didn’t have a daddy fetish before her, but this Emmeline, there’s something so pure about this girl.

  She makes me want to be her daddy.... whatever that means. What does it mean?

  It’s like she’s really getting off on this stuff, not just play-acting. Isn’t it just role play?

  Guess a lot of people could do a lot of things for fifteen grand, but...there’s an authenticity to her I can’t deny.

  And when I slide my fingers inside her, there’s no mistaking the message her body is giving off: warm, wet, and ready. She’s as turned on as I am.

  Her ass wears my handprints, an angry red on her smooth flesh, marking her as mine. Fucking stunning.

  I’ve never spanked a woman before. I hope she disobeys me again, just to give me reason to do it again.

  I lift her up from my lap and she looks at me through her dark lashes, those green eyes sucking me in. Shit, I should walk away. I shouldn’t let myself get roped in, I shouldn’t let myself care…

  But damn, I’d give this girl damn near anything. Anything she wants. And yet—this is only going to be one night, one magical night, and I need to keep reminding myself of that fact. But now, the tip of her bubblegum pink tongue is sliding over that full bottom lip and she’s giving me babygirl pouts.

  Spank me, daddy, I’ve been a bad girl.

  My cock’s rock hard.

  I want to make her come again, and again, and again.

  I need to pace myself, or I’m going to fall for her. Jesus.

  “Let’s get out of these wet clothes.” I lean down, kiss those pouty lips and scoop her up in my arms. She giggles as I carry her dripping wet body back into the suite. I take her into the bedroom and set her down. “I’ll get us some towels.”

  I grab two from the bathroom, return to her and wrap one around her shoulders. She dabs at the ends of her hair, smooths the towel over her skin. She gives me a flirty look. “May I take my clothes off now?”

  I shake my head. Proud she asked, not willing to grant permission.

  “Not yet. That’s my job.”

  Her teeth sink into her lip. I cross the room to her, peeling off my wet shirt, tossing it onto a chair. I like the way her eyes widen when she takes in what she sees. I work out hard, and for the same reason any guy at a gym does: to get laid. I’m glad she seems to like what she sees.

  We’re gonna have fun tonight.

  I reach her, my finger sliding under the strap of her teddy. “Let’s start with this.”

  I take the other strap, sliding them both down at once, exposing her breasts. I cup them in my hands, leaning down, kissing and sucking each damp, slightly cold, pretty pink nipple in turn. Her nipples tighten in my mouth as I slide my tongue over their tips. Her hands find my shoulders, her fingers digging into my skin. I slide the teddy down further, pulling it over her hips, taking her G-string with it, letting her clothing drop to the ground. She steps out of them and I step back to take in the full vision that is her body.

  She gives
a shy grin. “Do you like what you see?”

  “I fucking love what I see. You’re a beauty.”

  She’s beautiful, yes, there’s no doubt about that. She just…fits. She’s the perfect size for me, and when I have her body against mine, it’s like I’ve always had her in my arms.

  Like she was made for me.

  Like fate had some hand in this day, in bringing us together.

  Goddamn it, why do I have to be such a hopeless romantic with this girl? Why can’t I be all cold and detached like I have been in the past with my other one night stands?

  Fuck, Rawley. Get yourself together, man. This is a fun fling with someone you are paying to like you. Of course you feel like she’s made for you. That means she’s doing her job.

  She must have been at this for years, since she really knows what she’s doing. I push that thought away immediately. I don’t care about what happened before. All that matters is right here, right now. I slide my hands around her waist, and kiss her, bringing her body closer to mine, feeling her naked breasts, her pert little nipples pressing against the bare skin of my chest.

  I slide a hand down, cupping the curve of her ass, making her moan. She loves any attention I pay to those curves and I know if this was to go on for more than one night, she’d be putty in my hands, ready to try anything I wanted to back there. Just to test my theory, I part her cheeks, running a fingertip over her little rosebud.

  Another deep moan.

  Just as I thought.

  “Do you like that? Do you like it when daddy touches you there?” There I go again, with the fucking daddy talk...and she fucking loves it.

  She gives a little shiver. “Am I supposed to?”

  “You tell me. How does it feel?” I push a little on her tight ring of muscles.

  She gives a little whimper. “I really like it. I just...I’ve never, um, had anyone touch me there before.”

  Christ, a kink virgin.

  Yes.

  I look down at her face as I switch my finger for the pad of my thumb, cupping her ass with my palm while I press against her tight hole with my thumb. She rises on her toes, pink rising in her cheeks and I believe her.

  Making me wonder...does this really only have to be one night? I’d love to bring her back some other time and take her in that sweet ass of hers, but it seems harsh to do it now, our first time.

  Fucking first time? She’s an escort, not your girlfriend. And it's the first and last time, bro.

  “Maybe another time daddy can show you how good it feels to be touched there, taken there.” I let my hand drop from her ass.

  She gives my chest a little nuzzle. “Mmm. I think I’d like that.”

  “So would I.”

  But we know there won’t be a next time.

  I run my hands over her shoulders, down her arms, enjoying the little bumps that rise on her flesh at my light touch. I know I should savor this moment. Maybe light some candles, lie her on the bed and eat that sweet pussy of hers till she’s calling yes, daddy, but my cock is pressing against my trousers, begging to be let out.

  I can’t wait.

  I can’t draw this out.

  I need to fuck her. Now.

  Tearing my clothing from my lower body, I kick it to the side. Finally free, my cock stands proud and hard, ready for her, pre-cum already glistening from the tip. She takes me in and my fucking ego goes through the roof when her eyelids grow heavy, her tongue licks her lips, and she gives a murmur of approval.

  Then I remember—she could just be acting. This might all be part of the training they get when they’re hired. But-oh-holy-mother-of-God. She’s kneeling before me, those pretty pink lips wrapping around my cock.

  The way she sucks my cock, she’s definitely a professional.

  This time, I offer no chastisement of waiting for daddy to tell her what to do. I take control back another way. “Suck it, babygirl. Yes, just like that.” I wrap a hand around her long hair, holding her head and gently guiding her further down my shaft. Her hand slides up my belly, fingernails raking my skin as she takes me deeper in her mouth.

  It feels so fucking good.

  She’s eager to please and gives a little moan, only making my cock harder in her mouth.

  If this were another night, another girl, I’d let her suck me off, come in her mouth, and get the pleasure of watching her swallow it down. But this girl…Emmeline…she’s something special and for some inane reason, I want her off her knees. I want her mouth on mine. And I want to be inside her.

  I want to be as close to her as humanly possible. I can’t believe I’m ending the best blow job of my life. Having my cock in her mouth is fucking heaven, but I find myself pulling her to her feet.

  She wipes at her mouth with the back of her hand, looking up at me with wide eyes, the dirty look and move making me stifle a groan, “Was I not doing it the way you like it?” She looks away.

  “No, babygirl. You did it so good. You’re amazing at that. I just wanted to feel you.” I grab her chin, making her meet my gaze and when our eyes lock, something shifts in the center of my being. “I want to be inside you.”

  She sighs and nods. “Yes, please.” She bites her lip and lowers her lashes. “Daddy.”

  I lean down and kiss her, something passing between us — energy, passion, stronger than just a fuck between two strangers. We have a connection. A real one. One money can’t buy.

  Is that fucking crazy? Am I crazy? She’s a paid escort.

  But now, she’s looking up at me like I’m something special. Like she wants to be with me regardless of how we got here.

  Like…she likes me.

  Fuck it, Rawley—just enjoy the moment.

  I grab her, lifting her up like I did in the jacuzzi. Her legs wrap around my waist, her arms hooking around my neck. I’m kissing her and holding her and she’s kissing me back with enthusiasm that can’t be faked.

  I want to be inside her. I line the head of my cock up with her sweet pussy and push through her tight entrance. She moans as I enter her. Fuck—she’s tight and warm and wet and the feeling of being inside her is unbelievable.

  I move my hips and she moves hers to meet mine, rolling them and riding me with perfection. I tighten my hold on her ass and she locks her ankles behind my back, taking me deeper. Her head rolls back and she gives a whisper. “Yes, daddy. Just like that.” Then she leans forward, burying her face in the crook of my neck.

  I fucking almost come. I’ve got to slow my roll or I’m going to shoot my wad and she’ll be asking me for a refund.

  I carry her over to the bed, bend down and lay her on her back, still inside of her.

  Hovering over her, I stroke her dark hair back from her face. Kiss her lips. Run my palm over her breasts. Move inside her slower, making it last, savoring the moment. A few more slow strokes and the undeniable desire to have my mouth where my cock is comes over me. I slide out from her.

  She pops up on her elbows. “Hey! Don’t stop. I was so close to—”

  “Don’t boss your daddy.” I step back, giving her pussy a slap with my open palm.

  The look on her face tells me this girl’s never had her pussy spanked and she fucking loves it. She lets out a squeal, her wide eyes staring up at me in shock. The shock fades, that tongue darts out to lick her lip as the sting settles down over her clit. A wicked smile flashes over her face. “Do it again.”

  I can’t help the laugh that bursts from my chest. “God damn, you are a bossy one, aren’t you?”

  She flops back down on the bed, her hands held high in surrender. “Can I help it if I know what I want?”

  I kneel before her, my hands going to her sex, two fingers holding her apart for my tongue to taste her, two fingers sliding inside her. “We’ll see how bossy you are with my tongue between your thighs.”

  Her hands go to cover her face and she lets out a low moan.

  I pump my fingers, enjoy the look on her face, then dive down, licking circles around her clit with my
tongue.

  She lets out a squeal of pleasure. “Oh my God! That feels so fucking good. Don’t stop!”

  Bad girl. I stop.

  I slide my fingers from her, take my mouth off of her. “What was that, little girl?”

  She gives a little whimper. “Please don’t stop, daddy. Please?”

  “Good girl.” I resume my position, building a rhythm with my fingers, making smaller, tighter circles with my tongue. At the end of each circle, I swipe the tip of my tongue over that taut little bud, making her squeal with pleasure.

  “Oh daddy! Make me come!” Bad girl, again.

  I pinch her thigh warningly and go to stop but she quickly adds in with a little squeal, “Please! Oh please, oh please!”

  I keep up the good work, taking her right to the brink of release. Her fingers twine in my hair, her nails scratching my back. “I’m going to come—”

  I leave her pussy with one final lick, slide my fingers from her and rise from the floor. The look on her face is bewilderment, horror, as she teeters on the unbearable edge of a denied orgasm.

  I crawl over her body, my hands pinned to the bed on either side of her face, and with one, hard thrust, I enter her. Her eyes roll back into her head, a deep guttural moan rises from her lips and her head lulls to the side. “Fuck. Me. Please.”

  Only three more deep strokes and she’s grabbing my shoulders, pulling me into her and making these fucking adorable little squealing noises. “I’m coming oh my god I’m coming!”

  Her pussy locks down on my cock and she gives a full body shudder. “Rawley.”

  My name on her angel lips takes me over the edge, and I’m tightening like a spring. I thrust into her, moving through her orgasm, milking my cock with her pussy until my hot seed bursts inside her.

  Her mouth finds mine and she’s kissing me like some kind of hero that’s saved her fucking life. She pulls me closer, burying her head in my shoulder, nuzzling into me. “That was exactly what I needed.”

  And she is exactly what I needed.

  I kiss her forehead.

  I lie down on the bed beside her, hoping, and somehow just knowing she’ll curl up into my arms. And somehow, she does. I lie on my back, her head resting on my chest, one leg crooked over mine. Her hair is soft and silky against my cheek. She draws slow circles over my pec with the pad of her finger.