Dungeon Daddy by Golden Angel

Chapter 17

Jax

Spanking Esther had not been in the plans tonight, but his babygirl was asking for it, and he’d be a fool to ignore her signals. That was how they’d gotten into this position. He’d stopped watching for them, and he felt a failure—as a husband and a Dom.

Now, with her over his lap, something settled inside him. It wasn’t just having his hands on her or knowing she still wanted them there, but because he’d missed this. Missed her sassiness, missed her babygirl teasing, missed exerting his own dominance over her when she did.

Fuck, it had been far too long.

He curved his hand over her bottom, still covered by the leggings she’d worn for traveling.

“Well, this won’t do,” he murmured and reached up to yank the waistband down. One nice thing about leggings, other than how fantastic they made her ass look, was how easy they were to pull down. Her panties came with them, leaving her bottom bare and exposed, nicely framed by the shirt bundled around her hips and the leggings just below the curve of her ass.

His wife let out a little squeak.

“Jax, you said no sex tonight!”

He barked out a laugh. “Clearly, it has been too long since we did this if you think we can have sex in this position, babygirl.” His hand came down hard on her ass, and she jerked against him, letting out a little whimper in response. “I said no sex, and I meant it, babygirl, but you’ve earned this spanking.”

Another couple swift slaps to her bottom left her gasping and wriggling. Jax had to press his forearm down the center of her back to keep her in position.

“The next time you address me, you’d better call me Daddy, or this will be an extra-long spanking.”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

* * *

Esther

Owie, owie, owie, owie…

Regrets… she had a few…

Being bare bottomed over her Daddy’s lap while he set her ass on fire was as exhilarating as it was painful. There was a little part of her doing a happy dance of joy at this proof Daddy was still her Daddy and still wanted her.

“Ow, I’m sorry!” she shrieked, kicking.

For half a second, she froze, thinking she needed to keep it down, then she remembered where they were.

Their kids were a whole state away.

No need to worry about someone hearing them in the hallway or other rooms. Not only were these rooms extra soundproofed, Jax had told her everyone else in this part of the building would be doing the same things.

Good grief, the very freedom made her limp with relief or would have if she had gone limp while being spanked.

Another hard smack, right on the center of her butt, which already felt like it was glowing red, then Jax’s hand dipped down to her needy, achy pussy. Why her body responded like that, she didn’t know and had never understood. She only knew that it did.

Somewhere in her brain, a certain amount of pain equaled pleasure—especially when applied to her butt. She wasn’t a hardcore masochist, not really, not like some submissives at the Outlands, but a good hard spanking got her engine going as much as it did her tears.

“What are you sorry for, babygirl?” One of his fingers stroked between the pouting lips of her pussy, easily sliding through the wet folds.

Esther squirmed and whimpered, her hips lifting and pushing back to meet him, needing his touch. Her wet flesh was hot and swollen, and the waistband of her leggings around the tops of her thighs meant she couldn’t spread them like she wanted to give him the access she craved.

It was a horrible tease—just like she’d been teasing him.

“I’m sorry for teasing you, Daddy,” she said, looking over her shoulder with her best pouty lower lip and big, widened eyes.

Jax chuckled, pushing his finger into her as their gazes met, and she gasped, bucking in response. Her muscles clenched around the invader, hips lifting again, then lowering, rubbing the front of her mound against his hard thigh.

His erection was pressing into the soft side of her stomach, and she could feel how aroused he was, which turned her on even more.

Good, sexy fun. That’s what this was. With a spanking as a cherry on top of the sexy sundae.

Jax’s finger moved back and forth inside her, making her drop her head and moan. Her bottom felt nice and hot, but his finger was making her even hotter… then it was gone, leaving her burning and aching.

“Good girl.”

The next thing Esther knew, he was lying back down, pulling her against him into the same position they were in before. The only difference was her leggings were still around her thighs, which meant the sensitized skin of her chastised bottom was rubbing against the front of his pants, which felt so much rougher than they would have otherwise.

A moment later, the television flickered back to life.

Oh… the big teasing jerk.

* * *

Jax

The frustration was pouring off Esther in waves, and Jax barely held in his chuckle. She was riled; he didn’t need to add to her consternation. Sensually torturing his babygirl was always fun, though.

She’d expected more of a spanking, which meant she was tight and anxious from not receiving one, and even more so because she didn’t get the orgasm she wanted, either.

This time, when her bottom squirmed against his hard cock, he didn’t threaten her or sit back up. Instead, he slid his hand from her stomach, up under her shirt, all the way to her breasts. Esther froze against him as he casually cupped one, gently squeezing and kneading it in his hands. He felt her stuttered breath, and her hips shifted minutely against him, then she whimpered when he pinched the hard bud of her nipple through the silky material of her bra.

When she pressed back against him, his cock jerked. He could feel the heat from her spanked bottom through the thin fabric of his pants, which made ignoring her squirming movements even more difficult.

Of course, now he could pay her back in kind, toying with her breasts, rolling her tender nipples between his fingers, and tugging them. Driving her wild.

The movie was playing on, Humperdink and Buttercup were getting married, and Jax knew Esther wasn’t paying attention to it at all. Which would also likely frustrate her because she loved the end of this movie. She wasn’t getting what she wanted out of the movie or what she wanted sexually.

As Inigo Montoya began chasing the six-fingered man through the castle, Jax slowed his teasing. He loved the end of the movie, too, and in the end, keeping Esther simmering without pushing her to boiling would be enjoyable for both of them.

His cock had no problem staying hard with Esther’s curvy, hot bottom snuggled up against it, especially since she kept wiggling against him. She wasn’t even trying to be subtle anymore—but then, neither was he.

When he abandoned her breasts and caressed his hand over her stomach again, he could tell she thought he was going for her pussy. Instead, he adjusted course over her hip to cup her hot cheek while pressing a kiss on the nape of her neck.

He loved the little whimpers and noises she made.

By the time the grand rescue was over, and the characters were escaping to the horses, Esther had apparently had enough.

Squirming around to face him, she didn’t wait, going straight in for a kiss. Jax kissed her back, his hand still on her ass, which he gave a hefty squeeze. Esther moaned against his lips, and he thrust his tongue into her mouth, pulling her fully against him so the front of her body was grinding against his cock.

It felt fucking amazing.

Making out like high schoolers, he rolled on top of her—forgetting they were on a twin-sized canopy bed.

“Shit!”

Esther squealed, clinging to him as he frantically tried to roll back, but the forward momentum with her added weight meant there was no going back. She was hanging off the bed, and he had a choice—he could let her go, or he could be a hero.

Somehow, he shifted direction, again, so when they fell off the bed, he ended up on the bottom, which meant rather than crushing her, he got the wind knocked out of him. He groaned.

“Oof.” Esther’s voice was filled with suppressed laughter. Little brat. “Are you okay, Jax?”

He had enough energy to slap her ass, making her squeal and jerk, which did little to get his breath back. He grunted, tightening his stomach muscles, which was not as easy to do as it once had been.

“What are you supposed to call me?” Unfortunately, the threat came out strained and in a much higher voice than he normally employed, undermining his attempt to be stern.

Esther giggled madly as she answered.

“Sorry, Daddy. Are you okay?”

“I will be.” He groaned when she squirmed on top of him. Despite everything, his erection had only partially subsided, and with her moving like that on top of him, it was rapidly coming to life again. “I didn’t realize how close you were to the edge of the bed.”

“Really?” she sassed. “You mean, you didn’t mean to end up on the floor?”

Opening one eye, Jax squinted at her.

“You really want another spanking tonight, don’t you, babygirl?”

“No, Daddy.” She smirked down at him, her hair flopping messily in the bun on top of her head, which had become somewhat disarranged as they moved. “But you can’t expect me to just pretend like nothing happened.”

She had a point. Jax grinned.

Sometimes sex, even carefully planned scenes, got a little messy, but he’d never minded rolling with the punches. In their twenties, Jax had ended up at the hospital for stitches because they’d fallen off an ottoman they’d been rather precariously balanced on. Of course, they weren’t in their twenties anymore, but he’d rally. As soon as he got his breath back.

“Doesn’t mean you have to make fun of me, though.” He cupped his hands over her buttocks and rocked his hips upward. Despite her amusement, Esther was clearly still turned on. She bit her lower lip and wiggled against him as he dug his fingers into her soft, hot flesh. There. That should help put her in her proper frame of mind, despite rolling off the bed and landing on top of him. “Naughty girl.”

“Sorry, Daddy,” she said again, batting her eyelashes at him, only sounding slightly more remorseful. “Do you need an icepack or something?”

He gave her butt a little slap.

“No, thank you babygirl. Now, get your pants off and your sexy little butt up on the bed.”

“What about you?” she asked as she got up and stripped off her pants, true concern showing through her amusement.

“Oh, I’m going to stay down here on the floor,” he replied. His back only mildly protested as he sat up and positioned himself on his knees in front of the bed. He patted a spot right where he was kneeling. “Now, sit your pretty ass down right here and lie down. I want to eat your sweet little pussy.”

Esther turned bright pink.