Page 30 of Margo

Instead, Margo had declared that it was indeed on the table and climbed on his cock to prove her point. A stronger man would have nipped that in the bud, reminded her that she was not in charge, and proceeded to show her who was in charge, but after the day he’d had, Knox wasn’t feeling very strong.

Dipping his head, he covered her lips with his and kissed her, softly at first, and then deeply, claiming her with his mouth. She tasted like mint and sweetness and gyrated her hips against his.

“Little girl, you don’t know what you’re doing,” he growled.

She paused the kiss. “I’m pretty sure I do,” she sassed with her lips still pressed against his.

That was all it took for him to flip her over and upend her across his lap, where she belonged. Unceremoniously, he peeled off her pajamas and diaper, leaving her naked and at his mercy.

“Daddy!” she gasped. “What are you doing?”

He traced a thin red line left by the switch he’d used on her earlier. “Just a little bottom inspection, darling.”

Her response was a slight shudder. “Does it look bad?”

“Bad? No… I love seeing you bear marks from my correction.” Knox trailed his fingers across the width of her bottom and her sit spots.

Margo whimpered and spread her legs.

“You’re wet, little girl,” he growled. “Does it make you hot thinking about my marks on your naughty little bottom?”

“Everything you do makes me hot, Daddy.”

Her response was a breathy whisper that hardened his cock and heated his core. His gaze swept from her sweet little toes to the top of her head. She was perfect, curvy in all the right places, alabaster skin that turned a lovely shade of pink when he spanked her and a light dusting of freckles all over her body. And she was all his.

“Daddy wants you, naughty girl.” He slipped his fingers between her legs and played with her pussy lips before finding her clit and teasing it with his fingertips.

She moaned and squirmed, writhing in his lap. It just made him want her more.

“Daddy,” she moaned.

“What is it, little one?”

“I want you… I want… your cock. Please.”

He shook his head, chuckling at her wanton pleas. “Not yet, little one. Daddy wants to see and play with all of you first.” Removing his hand from between her legs, he parted her cheeks, exposing her tight puckered hole, and pressed his thumb against her entrance.

“Have you ever had a man here?”

“Mmm mmm,” she moaned and clenched her bottom.

“Does it scare you? Is it a limit?”

Margo’s voice sounded strained and far away when she answered. “For now it is, but I want you to have all of me, eventually. Even there.”

“Maybe we’ll start with a plug. Get you ready and used to the idea of taking Daddy’s cock back there someday.”

“Mmmm,” she arched her back, pushing her bottom toward him. He pressed harder against her entrance, past her barrier and she relaxed her clenched cheeks, letting his finger inside her.

“Maybe tomorrow we’ll start training your bottom for Daddy’s cock. How does that sound?”

“Okay, Daddy.” She sounded like she was in a state of bliss, ready to agree to anything he said, a fact that both pleased and worried him. He licked his lips and withdrew his finger, lifting her off his lap and laying her on her back on the bed.

Her eyes widened, full of lust as she stared up at him, obviously wondering what he would do next. Standing, he chucked his clothing, pants first and then shirt, and finally his boxers. His erection sprang free, and Margo jerked her head up as she gazed at it with wide eyes.

“Daddy, you’re so big! I’m scared!”

“Nothing to be scared of, little one. We’re gonna go slow.” He moved until his cock was poised in front of her mouth. “Open up. Give it a kiss.”