Page 18 of Exception to the Rule

Something is growing, like a twisting vine that wraps itself around inside my body.

He is my captor, not my champion, I try to remind myself.

He has given punishments and discipline unlike anything I have ever imagined. Why do I want to scream that I love him and I never want to leave?

My belly presses into his legs, reticent to let him go. Every cell in my body begs for him to move lower down, to find his way lower with his finger, his mouth…

God, his cock.

I want it. I want to feel that. I want to see and hear and have his pleasure mixed with mine.

“Good girl,” he intones as I tremble.

He taps a finger lightly on the base of the plug, sending a wicked pulsing inside me, only adding to the frenzy swirling inside me.

I dare not move. I cock my hips slightly upward, hoping beyond hope that he will understand and touch me where the thumping demands won’t stop.

The room melts into the distance as goosebumps cover my back and run down my thighs.

“Don’t move,” he orders.

The plug begins to rotate as he gently pulls. I gasp in seductive pleasure and pain, but stay still.

I need him. I want his touch. No…not just his touch or his voice, his approval.

His praise. I live for those two words…

Good girl.

When he says them, I hear that ‘I love you’ he said at the beach that day.

I breathe through the plug’s extraction, the loss strange and sad in a way as he sets it aside, tugging me upward until I’m in a ball on his lap, his heavy arms enveloping me as I sink into the warm blanket of his safety.

“Good girl.”

I listen as he breathes, the delicate prickle of his shaved jaw on my forehead, the thumping and pulsing between my legs almost unbearable. I wiggle into his lap, hoping he will understand. The heat from the spanking begins to beat, along with the churning blood down below my belly button.

I feel hot and cold, and desperate, like I’m about to fly apart into a million pieces.

The sound of his heart singing through his chest and into my ear soothes me. I barely know this man, but I have never felt so safe, so comforted in my life.

“Now you may stand.”

I can’t meet his eyes as I obey, getting to my feet again before bending to pull up my panties. Those eyes of his… It’s like staring into the face of a jaguar about to pounce, green like the jungle.

Then, as I reach down to my ankles where my underwear has ended up, I hear him tsk and halt immediately.

“Did I tell you to pull up your panties, Larissa?”

I shake my head. “No, Daddy, but—”

“Yes or no will do.”

“No, Daddy.” I grit my teeth, cursing myself for being so disobedient.

“Take them off and hand them to me.”

I glance up to find him holding his hand out expectantly. I wonder for a split second what he will do with them, but the look in his eyes tells me hesitating will not get me what I want. I step out of them and gingerly hand them over.