It was 3 a.m. when we wandered into our hotel lobby. I was still a little drunk, and I lost my footing for a moment. Ever so quickly, though, I was caught by a pair of strong arms. I regained my balance a moment later and smiled. I turned to face him, and our faces met. I melted when I saw the love in his face. Daddy has always been supportive, both physically and mentally. He always knows what's best for me.

Looking at this gorgeous, caring man fills my heart with joy. Standing at 6' 2", he is much taller than me. His muscular arms are hugged tight by his shirt. I grabbed onto his right bicep and squeezed. I've always marveled at how stiff his muscles are. God, I love this man so much. I often wondered what I did to get so lucky. Looking down, however, I became distracted by the growing bulge in his pants. I wanted him to take me to our room and devour me and make me cum over and over again.

"Is my Girl still hungry?" he asked in his husky voice.

"I'm always hungry for you," I said, looking into his eyes. "I love you and cannot get enough of you."

"That's my girl," he said. "I love you too."

Guiding me to the elevator, I gazed around at our opulent surroundings. Daddy really went all out for this weekend and spared no expense. The gorgeous marble floors and the breathtaking cathedral ceilings were stunning. He rented the penthouse suite, and it was beyond luxurious. I pressed the button, and we waited patiently for the car. I turned to look at him; his lustful eyes were wandering up and down my body.

I was wearing the dress Daddy bought for me last week for my birthday. The long, strapless dress fitted me like a second skin. He surprised me when his hand brushed over the front of my dress near my pussy. He felt how damp the fabric was and smiled at me devilishly. I was still very wet from him when he was fingering me in the car on the ride back. It was a long drive, too, almost 30 minutes. Daddy started as soon as we sat down. It was tortuous, and he edged me over and over. I was glad I didn't cum right there on the seat, though. We had a chauffeur, and it would have been rather embarrassing for me to cum in front of a stranger.

Ding! The elevator arrived, and we entered.

We got to our floor, and the doors opened. I started to exit when I felt Daddy's strong arms on my waist. He pulled me towards him and pushed me against the rear wall. The only sound to be heard was my heavy breathing and the dulcet tones of the elevator music. He pinned both hands above my head and pressed against me hard.

I felt a rush of excitement when his hard cock pushed against me. I was silently begging for him to take me right now. I wanted him to bend me over and impale me over and over. I just smiled back at him playfully, though. He brought his hands to my face and kissed me deeply. I love kissing him and how our tongues become intertwined in a swirling dance. He made me hotter by the second. The kiss was so deep that I forgot whose air I was breathing. As suddenly as it started, he pulled back. I was left flustered as I gasped for air.

"I want you to be silent," he warned. "If you make any noise, I'm taking you straight back to the room, and you are going to get a spanking."

"Am I understood?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir," I said with a shaky voice.

He released my arms and caressed my face. His hands are strong but gentle. He moved down to my neck, and I silently gasped when he hit the sweet spot just behind my right ear. He massaged it gently with his fingers, and I closed my eyes in pure ecstasy. His hands moved down to my chest. He suddenly cupped both of my breasts, and I moaned slightly. He paused and looked at me. I looked back with a bratty little wink.

Without warning, he pinched both nipples fairly hard. It caught me off guard, and I had to put both hands over my mouth to keep me from yelling out. He looked at me again while he reached his hands behind me. He squeezed both ass cheeks hard, and I crooned. Stepping back, Daddy told me to take my hands and hold up my dress. I obeyed instantly and raised it seductively, slowly revealing my bare pussy. He smiled and licked his lips when he saw it. Then he knelt in front of me.

"Do you remember what I said about the noise?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir," I replied in a soft voice.

Suddenly he slipped two fingers into my wet slit. I squirmed against the intrusion, but only for a moment. I was so wet that his fingers quickly started sliding in and out. He thrust his fingers a little faster. I tried hard not to scream in pleasure. He started going faster and faster. I closed my eyes and held my mouth shut. Suddenly, he stopped and stood. I opened my eyes to see him licking both fingers, which were glistening with my juices. I know he loves to taste me. He closed his eyes and drew his head back like he was tasting a fine wine.

"Open your mouth," he said.

I did as I was told. I eagerly licked and sucked on my juices. I love how I taste, especially when tasting myself directly from Daddy's fingers. He knelt again. I looked at him just as he took his tongue and gently licked up and down my slit. He teased me mercilessly, pushing with his tongue until it went entirely inside me. He began to move his tongue in and out of me rhythmically. I screwed my mouth up and tried not to scream. It was pure, delicious agony, and I wanted more and more. Daddy knows exactly how I like to be eaten. Keeping two fingers inside me, he started sucking on my exposed clit. He had me panting, and I was fighting a losing battle.

Then it happened. I yelled out in pure ecstasy. Daddy immediately stopped, stood up, and grabbed my neck. Squeezing not too hard but enough to get my attention. I quieted up immediately. He quickly turned me around and delivered several stinging smacks to my cheeks, causing me to yelp. The wave of excitement washed over me, knowing what was coming next. I wanted him to keep spanking me; however, he stopped and turned me around.

"What did I tell you about being quiet?" he asked. "Tell me what is about to happen?"

I looked down. I knew that Daddy didn't like it when I didn't look him in the eye when speaking to him. I really wanted him to spank me more right then and there, so I decided to be a brat.

"You would spank me if I didn't keep quiet," I said in a barely audible voice.

He put his hand under my chin and pushed up with a slight amount of force.

"Look at me when you are addressing me, little girl!" he growled. I flinched at his raised voice.

I looked back down and mumbled something under my breath. I knew this would get him going; I only hoped I didn't push him too far. He took a couple of steps back. I looked at his face, and I could see his anger.

"So you want to act like a brat!" he said, echoing off the walls. "Take off your dress now!"

I just stood there looking at him with my mouth hanging open. I quickly snapped out of it and began to take off my dress. It fell in a pile at my feet.

"Turn around, face the wall, and put your hands on your head," he ordered.

"Now!" he said when I wasn't moving fast enough.

When I did as he commanded, he came up behind me and gathered my hair. He pulled my head back, eliciting a small gasp. I breathed heavily when I felt his hand pat my ass before he raised it and brought it crashing down. The sting was unreal. I howled. Daddy just pulled my hair a bit more. He rained blows down on my naked ass. I was being defiant. I made noise, and I struggled. This made him just spank me harder and harder. He stopped suddenly and stepped back.

"I don't know what's going on with you tonight," he said. "Prepare yourself, little girl; I'm going to spank you until you can't sit down."

To be continued.

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