Free Blaze (Halloween's Forbidden Lust) by Alexia Stark Page B

back down on the stage, leaving her bent and vulnerable. Oh, fuck, this is so sexy. She let out a gasp as he pinned her with a forearm, his fingers on the outside of her suit bottoms, stroking along the damp material. The lyrica clung to her wet pussy, and the gentle tickle of his fingers along the sensitive, swollen flesh tormented her.
    “You’re so wet.” His growl sent her heart into overdrive. “My little girl is so excited, with no one to please her.”
    She moaned. Needing more stimulation, she wiggled. The triangles of her top slipped to the sides, leaving her breasts free against the wood. With the tiny bit of give he’d allowed, she lifted up on her elbows. His hand pulled back and she whimpered, not wanting him to go even as she felt a flash of embarrassment. Her father was making her so hot she couldn’t think straight.
    She let out a yelp as his hand connected with her flesh, the sharp slap stinging even as her pussy tingled with need. Her body pitched forward with the blow; her nipples scraped the wood, sending bolts of need right to her core.
    “You’re such a naughty girl, getting so wet for your Daddy.” His words reached her from far away.
    “Please…” she gasped, needing him, wanting the release his fingers had teased at.
    “Please what?” he asked, his fingers tracing over her hip and down the line of her suit bottoms toward her inner thigh.
    Refusing to answer, she bit down on her lip and thrust her ass back toward him, trying to force his fingers to touch her lips once more. He pulled back a bit. Upset he was pulling back, she lowered her forehead to the stage.
    His palm stung against her ass, but a scream tore from her throat because of the sharp burst of pain as his fingertips smacked against her pussy with the blow. Tears filled her eyes, excitement surged in the tingling flesh between her legs.
    Oh, god, please just fuck me! The dirty thought brought a surge of shame. I don’t care! I want my dad to fuck me! Somehow, the forbidden-ness of it turned her on even more and she moaned.
    His whispered words curled her spine, leaving her wanting to beg for it even more. “You’re loving this, aren’t you? My bad girl likes spankings.” His hand came to rest on her ass, his thumb slipping under the thin material. She whimpered and jolted as the pad of his thumb circled her pucker. “Maybe I need to think of a new way to punish you.”
    She held her breath, terrified to move as he eased around the delicate opening before withdrawing. Instead, his index fingers slid along her soaking pussy, the heat of his touch coaxing another whimper from her throat. When his thumb made its way back up to her pucker, she sucked in a breath and held it. The world took on a hazy swirl, like the time she’d gotten into Daddy’s stash of Bourbon.
     
    Kaden
    Her body went stiff, but he’d already crossed the line. The line was miles back, now. He gazed down at her ass, loving the heart-shaped curve of the delicate, pale flesh. His finger teased around her sensitive opening, begging her to respond. Even if she didn’t…
    His teeth sliced his lip, the burst of pain just enough to ease the worst of the agony of his cock straining against his pants under the thick robes encasing his form. Damn tease. She’d baited him with the little wiggle of her ass, and her half-hearted attempt at escape. There was no way she was getting away now.
    Under the red light her skin almost glowed, despite the dark smears of body paint she’d brushed on. The tip of his thumb penetrated her tight little ass and she let out another of those cock-teasing whimpers. Massaging gently, he pulled his forearm from her lower back. She wouldn’t try to get away now, he was sure, not with his finger threatening such a sweet and painful place.
    “Daddy—“ she whimpered, and he smiled. The perverse situation was riling her up as much as it was him.
    “Yes?” he asked, slipping his index finger back down toward her pussy. He tried to