Chapter 237

My safeword is pineapple, but I don’t intend to use it. I’ve been waiting a very long time for this. Archer is experienced, and I know he doesn’t want to hurt me more than would be pleasurable. I trust him to keep things within a beginner’s limits.

Once the safeword is decided, Archer tells me seriously, “I will stop if you need or want me to. Your well-being and pleasure are non-negotiable. Do you understand?”

I laugh a little. He’s being over the top, isn’t he? But he doesn’t lighten up at my humor, instead his eyes narrow.

“I need you to tell me you understand,” he says, voice flat.

I choke on my laughter some, and come to understand how serious this is. Consent is sexy, after all. So I think about what he said, and then assure him, “I understand.”

“Good,” he says, and the praise makes me shiver.

The weight of his gaze presses down into me, touching me like a caress, as his eyes slide down from my face to my chest. I push out my breasts, eager for his attention. My nipples harden in my bra, aching against the lace.

“Take your clothes off. I want you naked,” he says. He’s shifted now, more fully into his role as Daddy. He’s domineering, with his voice low and sexy.

It’s nothing for me to grip the bottom of my shirt and yank it off, over my head. Like this, I’d do most anything to please him, knowing the pleasure will find its way back to me. His face whispers dark promises without him having to say a word.

His eyes stay on my breasts, where now he can see how they threaten to spill out of my lacy bra.

“Show me your tits,” he growls.

I swallow thickly as my panties dampen between my thighs.

Slowly, I reach behind myself and unclasp my bra. I slip the straps down my shoulder and then toss the bra to the side, leaving my breasts bare for his continued inspection.

He licks his lips, and Gods, I would give anything to have his mouth on my nipple right now. But they’ll be time for that, I hope. I know, good girls have to earn their rewards.

“Pants and panties,” he says. “Drop them.”

I undo the fastener at my waist, then do as he commands, pushing down both my pants and panties at once. When they are down on the ground, I step out of them, coming closer to Archer.

He lifts his gaze and looks around the room. I’m a little annoyed. I’m here, naked, and he’s looking at cars. But then, he finds what he wants and looks back at me with a spark in his eye.

“Follow,” he says and starts walking. I obediently follow him to the hood of one of his sports cars. This one is red with a white racing stripe and a black top. The hood of the car is long, covering what no doubt is a powerful engine.

Archer brings his appreciative gaze from the car to my body. “Hands on the hood. Stretch so your ass is out, presented for me.”

I do my best to obey his command, stretching myself over the car as far as I can, while sticking my ass up in the air.

“There,” he says, and I stop. He stands slightly to the side of me. He brings one hand up and massages one of the globes of my ass.

I close my eyes. His hand is so strong. It feels so good rubbing me.

“Count,” he says. “For now, we’ll only do ten.”

Ten? Ten what? I try to think.

Then, his hand disappears from my ass, only to return right back with a loud slap echoing through the garage.

I gasp at the sudden sting. It hurt more than I thought it would, but not nearly as much as I know Archer is capable of. Yet the pain ebbs quickly until it tingles pleasantly instead.

“One,” Archer says. “Say it.”

“One,” I say. I’m ready now. I can do this.

When the second slap comes, I’m ready for it. This one was a little harder on his side, but no less enjoyable. I even moan this time, especially as he keeps his hand there to rub around a little.

“Two, Daddy,” I purr.

He hums in satisfaction. “Take your punishment, slut.”

He brings down another slap.

“Three!” I say.

By the time we reach 9, I’m a moaning, whimpering mess. My ass is sore but it makes me feel alive. All of my other thoughts have disappeared entirely from my head. I could only feel the pleasure pain, how it tingled and burned.

I was a good girl. Such a good girl. Being so good for my Daddy.

The last of the slaps came down, and I cried out.

“Ah!”

“Count,” Archer says, his own voice tight and hoarse. He’s not unaffected by any of this, and it makes me want to endure more pleasure pain just to entirely wreck him. But he said 10, and 10 is where we are.

“Ten,” I say, gasping.

“Good. That’s my good slut.” He places my hand on the inside of my thigh, and steps closer to me. “Gods, you have a perfect ass.”

I moan. I’m not even shy about it. With my thoughts scattered to the wind, all I know is my own desire. I want more. I want everything he has for me.

I want him to fuck me.

Instead, Archer drops to his knees behind me. He spreads my pussy lips with his thumbs and then licks straight into my pussy.

I try to buck forward at the sudden intense pleasure, but I’m already stretched as far as I can go over the hood. I’m trapped between the cool metal of the car and the soft, insistence of his tongue as he plunges it in and out of my soaking wet pussy.

“Ah… Daddy, please…Oh!”

I’m electric with pleasure. Without my thoughts, it’s as if all other feelings are compounded tenfold. When he drops away from my pussy to lap at my clit instead, I arch my back, bent like a curve of a bow.

Archer takes that as the consent that it enthusiastically is, and sucks my clit into his mouth. He grips me by the thighs, keeping me steady while he goes to absolute town, licking tiny circles around my clit again and again, before sucking hard.

Too soon, I feel my pleasure cresting. It builds up in my lower abdomen then lowers and lowers and lowers. I’m shaking against his mouth, the pleasure almost too much.

His hands hold me prisoner. He will not let me escape this feeling, and I’m hella grateful for it – especially as I plunge over the finish line, crashing straight into ecstasy.

“D-Daddy!!”

My arms and legs turn to jelly and I collapse onto the hood of the car. It’s so cool against my overheated body that I shiver, even as I manage to look behind me to where Archer is standing.

He has a smug smile on his face. I’d call him an overconfident bastard, except he has every right to be that confident.

And all I can think about is, if he’s so good at this, how good must he be with his dick inside of me.

“Archer…” I say, using his name so he knows I’m serious and this isn’t part of our game.

His smile dims somewhat as he looks at me expectantly, waiting for me to continue.

“I’m not a virgin anymore,” I say. “So… would you fucked me, if I asked?”

I expect something like delight to cross his features, at finally be given the green light to fuck me. Instead, his eyes turn stormy and his smile falls totally away.

When he speaks, his voice is a growl, “Who has had you?”