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ashbrat488 · 1 year ago

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Flower In The Desert - Chapter 3

Captain Syverson Fanfic

"There are two tankers," Syverson begins as everyone gathers around him. He places a map on the hood of the truck and Violet presses her body against his, feeling him tense slightly before continuing. He showed them on the map where the pumping station was and where they would be dispensing the water. "Questions?"

Everyone shook their heads as Harper answered for everyone. "No, sir."

"Good, let's roll out," Syverson commands, motioning for Violet to follow him. He all but shoves her into the Humvee before crawling in beside her.

"I said no special treatment," she spits at him, noticing a few of the men looking at her.

"I'm not." He doesn't bother looking at her as the vehicle starts and pulls away from the building. "It's my job to keep you safe the same as the other men."

"You're going to make this difficult on me, aren't you?" She glares out the window, away from him after her question and Syverson watches her.

"No more difficult than you'll make it on me," he responds softly, and she turns back to find him watching her. Her eyes catch on his for a moment and she feels the bolt down her spine before they both look away out their respective windows.

Her leg begins to shake, bouncing up and down nervously as they pass through the depressing-looking houses into the open area, surrounded by nothing but sand.

Syverson places his hand on her thigh, forcing her to stop as he gave her a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry."

She scoffs at his words, brushing his hand away. Don't worry, she thought to herself. As if it were that easy. She was a woman alone in the company of men in the middle of a warzone. Why did she ever think that this would be a good idea?

They finally pulled up to the building with the pump and everyone climbed out. She leaned against the side of the water truck, waiting for it to fill as Chutsky made his way over to her. "How are you doing, sweetheart?"

"Fuck off, Adam." She rolls her eyes as he only grins, leaning with one arm on the tank, invading her space.

"I don't remember you being so rude in ROTC."

"I was young and stupid," she mocked as he laughs, bringing his hand up to her cheek. She glared at him as a warning, forcing him to drop his hand to his side.

"Come on. The nights get lonely. We could keep each other company."

Syverson watches the interaction between Violet and Chutsky, feeling his stomach tighten as a new feeling washed over him. Was he jealous? Eddie Syverson never got jealous. There was nothing for him to ever be jealous of. But as he stood there, watching Chutsky bring his hand up to Violet's cheek, he couldn't help but imagine ripping his arm out of his socket and beating him with it.

"Sy?"

His attention is brought back to the engineer as he tried to explain to him the problem with the pump and the debris. "Right. We'll try to get you more men to help you fix it."

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"There's a truck on the road."

"Fuck," Syverson growls out as the convoy comes to a stop. They all climb out of their trucks and Violet watches Matt pull the man out of his truck. Everything happens quickly as she keeps her gun pointed to the ground, not wanting to frighten the already frightened man any further.

"There's a little girl in the car. It's his daughter. He said he's taking her to the apothecary." The translator offers as Chutsky looks at him confused.

"Apothecary?"

"Pharmacy, dumbass," Violet snapped, pushing him out of the way as she approached the passenger side of the car.

"Becker!" Syverson warned as she ignored him, opening the door.

She smiled at the small girl, offering her her hand as she helped her out of the car so someone else could check the truck. She knelt down on the ground in front of the obviously scared little girl and placed her hand gently on her cheek. "Shh," she tried to calm her, offering her a smile as the small girl shook.

"The truck is clean."

Violet nodded, helping the girl back into the truck and shutting the door gently. She moved to stand beside Chutsky and Harper. "I don't like it," Chutsky began, "these people use kids all the time. I have a bad feeling about them."

"These people?" She repeats, scoffing. "Not everyone has malicious intent. We are here, invading their homes and their space while they are just trying to live their lives. He's trying to get medicine for his daughter."

"You're too fucking soft to be here, princess," Chutsky remarked with a roll of his eyes.

"And you're too much of a prick to be here!" Violet pushed him back hard before she felt an arm wrap around her waist, pulling her away from everyone.

Syverson set her on her feet on the outside of the Humvee, away from everyone else's earshot, pushing her back against the vehicle. "I can't protect you if you go around doing stupid shit. Chutsky may be an idiot, but he isn't wrong. Your naivety could get us killed. From now on, don't do anything without asking."

"Fuck you," she hisses angrily as he clenches his jaw, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to compose himself.

He leans in real close so she can feel his hot breath on her face. He grabs her face in his hand, forcing her eyes into his. "You will do as you are told, or I will send you home. You understand me?"

"Yes," she finally retorts, glancing away from him until he released her. "I hate you," she spit out just for him to hear, turning away from him as he chuckled.

He leaned close to her ear from behind. "No, you don't, flower."

She felt her cheeks flush, and if they weren't already bright red from the heat and sun, she would be embarrassed as she climbed back into the truck. She avoided Syverson's gaze as he climbed in beside her and everyone loaded into the trucks to leave.

Syverson watched her glance at him briefly, clenching her thighs together as she gripped her gun before locking her eyes back out the window. He chuckled softly to himself, knowing he had gotten to her as much as she had gotten to him. But he knew that it was a dangerous path they were on. Not only were relations within the unit frowned upon, him and a lower ranking officer no less, but he also wasn't sure how her father, his mentor, would feel about him being with his daughter...

Chapter 4

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ravenrosequartz · 1 year ago

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Summary: Even the best behaved girls act out sometimes and need a little correcting. Good thing Henry is not above punishing his little darling.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Warnings: 18+ RPF, DD/LG, daddy kink, spanking, timeouts, oral (m receiving), cocksucking as a form of comfort (should this really be a warning? Fuck it), fingering (f receiving), sort of long description of female orgasm (sorry, I got carried away), kinda fluffy smut?- Let me know if I forget anything!

Word count: 5.3k (I seem to have a hard time writing anything short opps 😅)

Any typos are my own

A/N: Thank you for 62 followers! 🥹I love each and everyone of you all so very much. So, this is a little bit kinkier than my other work. I hope you enjoy, let me know what you think!

You had never been this bored before. Time seemed to be moving along at a snail's pace. Lazily pressing play on another episode of your favorite comedy show, you groaned. Usually, you didn’t mind watching the reruns, but the characters were failing to make you giggle like they normally did.

Henry had sat you down in front of the TV hours ago. During breakfast he told you his manager sent him a script for a pretty big project that he could be involved in. He needed some peace and quiet to read through it with no distractions. He took his work very seriously. So, he planted you down in the den with your games, your shows, water, and a healthy snack.

There had been some major pouting from you at the idea of being away from him. He assured you it would be alright, he would be close by. And he swore he would give you a treat after he was done if you were a good girl.

He let you know that he would be in his office if you absolutely needed him. Then, he made sure to tell you that he loved you before walking into his study that was only a couple doors down the hall.

You tried to wait like a good girl, occasionally getting up to peek your head in to check on him. Each time he told you he would finish soon. You nodded with a pout before ducking back out.

After the third time you had gotten up to check on him, you started to grow annoyed. You knew his work was important, but right now you wanted attention. So, you were going to demand it.

Standing up from the comfy sectional, you marched straight back to his study. This time you didn’t slowly open the door and poke your head in like you did before. You came striding into the room, your arms swinging as you walked like you were on a mission.

His attentive eyes followed you as you moved to stand in front of him. Those wonderful lips tilted up into a grin. He leaned back on the couch to look at you, his legs spread.

“What are you doing, darling?” Henry chuckled, eyeing your position.

Your hands rested on your hips in a sassy demeanor. He looked at your face, smiling wider as you pouted at him.

You grumbled, crossing your arms, “You’ve been ignoring me.”

“No, I haven’t been ignoring you, sweetheart.” He told you sternly, his grin dropping at the accusation.

“Yes, you have!” You stomped your foot, his lips twitched again. He was holding back another chuckle at your little tantrum.

“Do not stomp at me. I told you, little one, I need to read this script.” His voice was still firm, despite being amused by your theatrics. He lifted the pages up for you to see. “Now, Daddy will play with you once he’s done.”

“You’ve been saying that for the past two hours.” You grunted in exasperation.

His brows raised, “It’s not an easy read, love. Now go watch your show while Daddy finishes.”

“I don’t want to.”

A sigh left his mouth, you could tell he was starting to get fed up with your attitude. Still, he tried to reason with you.

“Fine, if you can be quiet, you can sit here with Daddy. I should be done in another half hour or so-“ Your whine cut him off.

“I don’t want to wait! I’ve waited long enough. Can’t you just read it later?” You huffed.

“No, little girl. This role could be very big for Daddy and he needs to finish this. Now, quit that whining. You’re being very bratty right now.” He pointed a finger at you sternly.

“I’m not whining… and I’m not a brat.” You protested, fists clenching.

Deep down, you knew he was right. You really were being a brat. But you didn’t care. He deserved your attitude. You were only yearning for your Daddy’s affection, growing frustrated when he wouldn’t drop everything to pay attention to you. Did he really expect you not to act out?

“Now you’re back talking Daddy. Are you itching to go to timeout?” He threatened, raising a brow as he dared you to say another word.

“No. No timeout.” You whined, trying to get him to just listen to you.

“I think a timeout is exactly what you need.” He grunted, closing the script and going to stand up.

Your eyes widened. No, he couldn’t just stick you in a timeout to get rid of you. Puffing up your chest, you tried to seem bigger. Your lower lip jutted out further as your frustration grew larger. He wasn’t listening to you and or your feelings. Well, you would make yourself known to him, whether he liked it or not.

He was almost standing when you let a small growl erupt from your throat, “No!”

Henry stopped, looking at you in shock. He lowered himself back down to the sofa, having to sturdy himself by bracing his hand on his knee. That sure got his attention.

“Excuse me, little girl?” His statement was enough to make you shiver instinctively. It was his stern daddy voice.

Despite the jolt of fear that spiked through you, you still wanted to push his buttons. Make him pay for ignoring you. You looked around for a moment for another opportunity to show him how bratty you could actually be. Your eyes fall at the pack of papers still in his lap.

Not thinking, you ripped the script out of his hand. He wasn’t quick enough to stop you before you tossed it across the room. You turned your head to watch it hit the wall, smirking triumphantly. When you looked back at him, his face had grown even more flabbergasted. You had to bite back a giggle, wishing you had your phone so you could capture his expression on film.

Your smirk slowly disappeared as his face morphed into one of pure fury. His eyes were ablaze, still sitting on the loveseat in his office. Your ears picked up on the sound of his breath increasing in speed, his nostrils flaring as he panted out of his nose. His lips parted, his lower jaw jutting outward slightly.

He resembled a bull about ready to attack a matador. You were the matador in this situation and you just upset the beast. Upset your Daddy. Big time.

A loud squeal filled the room as he suddenly grabbed you, yanking you to lay over his lap. You blinked, dazed from the quick movement. Turning your head, you caught his gaze. The anger in his eyes made you cower immediately, shivering as he growled at you.

“Is this what you want, huh? You want Daddy to discipline you? Oh, I bet you’re so proud of yourself right now.” He snarled as you squirmed.

Shaking your head quickly, you were well aware of what was to come. Whimpering, you reached back to try and cover your bum. He was quick to take both of your arms, pinning them behind your back with one of his hands.

“Enough. You earned this. What gives you the right to toss Daddy’s things across the room?” He chided you, clicking his tongue and shaking his head when you simply whined.

“Then there was the whining, the back talking, the foot stomping, and you growled at Daddy.” He shook his head in disbelief, scoffing.

“All because Daddy needed to finish his work before he could give you his undivided attention. I even promised you a treat if you behaved well.” He spoke sadly, he had been looking forward to rewarding your good behavior.

You flinched as you remembered. Of course there was no way the idea of a reward was still on the table. You would be lucky if you could even sit after the hiding you were about to receive. Shuddering, you bowed your head and whimpered. Regret filled you.

“This is so unlike you, darling. You’re normally such a good girl.” He murmured in disappointment, softening slowly as your shoulders began to shake when you weeped.

“I’m sorry, Daddy…” You sniffled, looking back at him. You shifted when you felt him grab the hem of your sundress.

“I know you are, little one. But that won’t get you out of your spanking. It’s Daddy’s job to correct that attitude of yours so it doesn’t get out of hand.” He told you, grunting when you tried to lift your legs up to cover your bottom. A last ditch effort to impede your punishment.

“Enough, little girl.” He growled, making your legs immediately drop. Quickly, he tucked his leg over both of yours to keep them pinned down. “You asked for this. You wanted Daddy’s attention, you got it.”

Secretly, you knew this was going to happen. Maybe you even craved it. You just missed him so much today, any attention from him would suffice. Even if he was about to give you spankies.

Henry watched you hiccup and slump submissively in his lap. You understood why he had to punish you, but that didn’t make it any easier. Your heart started to beat even quicker as anxiety rose up inside you.

You looked back at him, seeing an expression of regret filling his features, almost identical to your own. It didn’t look like he was about to enjoy whacking your poor behind. He rubbed your back softly as the last of his anger left him.

“Now, you’re going to get ten swats with my palm. I’m going to make sure that bottom of yours is nice and warm. Then, you’ll do thirty minutes in timeout. Okay, love?” His voice was gentler now, keeping his eyes locked with yours.

He could tell you were already coming out of your deviant mood. After he slowly let go of your hands from behind your back, you raised them to rest obediently on the sofa. You nodded with a sniffle, morphing back into his good little girl.

The girl that always did what Daddy told her to do. Your eyes shined, your remorse showing clearly now. You really were sorry for being a bad girl.

He smiled after a second, holding your cheek. “Daddy has already forgiven you, sweetheart. After I correct your behavior, everything can go back to normal. Okay?”

You smiled weakly a little at his words, nodding quickly again as your tears slipped. You could do this. You could take your punishments like a good girl. If it meant you got to cuddle him afterwards.

He stroked your cheek tenderly for a moment, swiping a tear away with his thumb. Tapping your nose affectionately, his hands resumed tugging up your dress. Letting out a whimper, you buried your face in the couch below you. You yelped when he tugged off your panties unceremoniously.

His large hand rubbed over the flesh on your right bum cheek. He was kind enough to warm up your skin before he was to spank your behind. It would lessen the initial pain.

“You know what to do, darling. Count them.” He reminded you gently, waiting for a nod from you.

He reared his hand back, bringing it down harshly on your flesh. You squealed, jerking a little. Your teeth dug into your lower lip to stop the cry wanting to bubble up. Henry was a gentle, loving Daddy. But he didn’t spare the rod either. He was all about nipping bad behavior in the bud, so his punishments were usually very intense. You would not be forgetting who was the boss anytime again soon.

“One!” You sobbed softly, hiccuping. The urge to cry overwhelmed you already.

If you were this emotional after one whack this was going to be a very bad time.

He smacked the other cheek with the same amount of force, you knew his hand had to be hurting. Maybe even as much as your poor butt which he landed the blow on.

“T-Two!”

Your flesh jiggled when he struck you again, alternating back to your other cheek.

“Ow! Three!”

Tears were streaming down your cheeks by now, leaving wet streaks on your skin. Your face was red and snot dripped from your nose. He spanked you again.

“Four-” You were cut off by another quick whack. “Ah! Five!”

He landed another three quick swats. You tried to keep up with them, though you weren’t sure if you were completely coherent. Henry let your sudden lack of verbal skills slide, your babbled cries would suffice. He paused before he smacked your flesh once more.

“N-Nine…” You blubbered, your skin was red and throbbing. You geared up for the last hit, clenching. It didn’t come, however. He sighed softly from behind you, seeing you start to tense up to lessen the hurt of your final whack.

Gentle fingers lifted your jaw, making you look back at him. He stared at you, letting you see how proud he was of you for taking your thrashing. You melted as you gazed at him, relaxing for a split second.

The last blow was sent to your unclenched bottom, Henry having spanked the last little bit of defiance out of you. His force was enough to send you sliding forward. He quickly steadied you back in his lap.

“Ten! A-Ah…” You finally began to wail, your shoulders shaking as you let all your emotions bubble up.

Henry quickly tilted you up, guiding you to sit in his lap. A hiss escaped you as the fabric of his jeans rubbed against your raw skin. He soothed you, making you lean into his kisses as he peppered them all over your face.

“You were so good, my love. Daddy’s good girl.” He whispered against your temple as your cries softened.

Rocking you for a little bit, he made sure you were only sniffling when he carefully lifted you to stand in front of him. He stood up, rubbing your arms as he towered over you. Your knees wobbled as you stared up at him with watery eyes, wanting to show how much of a good girl you were by keeping eye contact with him- something you knew he loved.

You were rewarded with a smile from him. He bent down to kiss your warm nose, humming gently as he led you to a nearby corner for your timeout. Normally, you would have squatted on your timeout stool, but it was all the way on the other side of the house. So, standing in the corner would do just fine for now.

“Thirty minutes, darling. Daddy will set a timer. He should be done reading by then, so he will give you all the cuddles you want after your time is up.” He murmured, reaching into his pocket to quickly set a timer on his phone.

You assumed the standard timeout position. Your arms rested at your sides and you lowered your head, pressing it into the corner of the walls. Henry hummed in approval, rubbing your hips.

“Good girl.” His hands wandered closer to your bum.

Your panties had been lost beside the couch, but your sundress had fallen back down; thankfully covering your red bottom. You squirmed when his palms grazed over your clothed backside, the fabric so thin you could still feel the warmth of his palms against your tender flesh. He lifted the dress again, bunching it up and holding it in front of you.

“Hold up your dress. Daddy wants to see that smart little behind as he finishes reading.” He breathed against your ear, causing you to tremble.

You shakily reached up to grip the bundle of fabric in both your hands. Sniffling, you heard him pull away. He praised you one last time before reaching down to pick up the script that had fallen close by.

He moved back to the loveseat, you heard him sigh and open the pages again. You could feel his eyes burning into your backend occasionally as time lulled on. The cool air in his office grazed against both your heated bottom and sensitive cunt. Slick coated the inside of your thighs, growing cold against your skin as it dried.

No matter how rough Henry’s punishments might be, they never failed to leave you soaked. You really had no control over your body when it came to him.

With only your sniffling and the occasional sound from him, the room was nearly silent. It left you alone with your thoughts. You dwelled on your actions earlier, how despicable they had been.

This is why Henry always said the timeout was always the most crucial part of punishment. It gave you time to reflect, letting the fact that he had no other choice but to spank you sink it.

You had been a very bad girl. How could he ever forgive you? Your shoulders dropped, tears threatening to bubble up again. What if he was lying before, and you weren’t really forgiven?

“Stand up straight, sweetheart. Only five more minutes.” He coached you, audibly turning a page.

The sound of his voice relaxed you, reminding you that he still cared. His tone told you that you were really forgiven. He never gave you a reason to doubt his words before.

Squaring back up, you vowed to take the rest of your discipline like a good girl. You sniffled, trying to stop your crying. Good girls don’t cry over the consequences of their bad decisions.

When the timer finally went off, you jumped at the jarring sound. The scare made your eyes tear again, all your emotions crumbling. You started hiccuping and shivering, the weight of what happened finally crushing down fully.

Your punishment was over. It was horrendous, but you made it. Everything can go back to normal again, right? You were too scared to turn around and face him, fearing you might not be able to stop from crying.

“Sweet girl, turn around.” He said softly, loud enough for you to hear from the corner. He must have finished reading because you heard him close the script.

Slowly, you obeyed. Your eyes met his as you turned. Immediately, you broke out sobbing. The sight of your Daddy looking at you with nothing but love and affection was enough to break you. You didn’t deserve his forgiveness, but you were ever grateful for it. Both your hands come up to rub your watery eyes, your dress falling back down.

“Oh, darling…” His face dropped when he saw you start to cry, opening his arms for you. “Come here.”

You dropped to your knees, immediately starting to crawl towards him. Your legs couldn't be trusted to carry yourself to him. He had to know how grateful you were for him, you had to make it up to him.

He opened his legs for you to kneel between, watching you as you immediately nuzzled his thigh. You huffed on his scent, sniffling messily. Whining when he lifted your head, you peeked open your eyes.

His fingers gently stroked your cheek which was wet with tears. He reached for a tissue from the table beside him, wiping your nose after dabbing the moisture from your eyes. This comforted you, closing your eyes with a sigh as he cared for you.

“My good girl. You did so well. I’m so proud of you.” He eased your cheek back down to his thigh, sighing as you continued to breathe in his scent.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, your head resting on his leg as your crying slowed down. He played with your hair, whispering soft shushes to you. You calmed a little, closing your eyes as he spoke.

“Daddy’s sorry for not spending time with you today, little one. He let himself get too busy to be with his little girl.” He apologized for his part in all of this, bending down to kiss your head.

“That doesn’t excuse your actions, however. But Daddy has already corrected you, so everything is all better now.” He told you with a nod.

His loving words made you emotional all over again. You couldn’t speak, but you needed to show him how sorry you were and how much you appreciate him. Whining, you nuzzled further up his thigh, closer to his groin. You rubbed your cheek against his bulge. He tensed for a moment, fingers twitching in your locks. After a second, he relaxed and cooed softly.

“Darling, you just want to suckle on something, don’t you?” His voice deepened a little, causing your poor little cunt to pulsate sharply. He knew exactly what you needed.

The little whimper you let out answered his question. You started to squirm as you got excited at the idea of taking comfort from his cock in your mouth. That would be just wonderful right now, as you tittered on the edge of another meltdown.

“Oh, it’s alright. Daddy will give you something to suckle on.” His hands went for the button of his jeans, yanking the zipper open.

You pulled back a little to let him pull himself out, anxiously waiting to see the cock you love so much. Your tongue unconsciously came out to lick your lips when he pulled his pants and boxers down just enough for his half hard length to pop out.

“Here we are, sweetheart. Go ahead, latch on.” He guided the tip of his dick into your lips after you opened them.

With your cheek still pressed into his thigh, you suckled on the head. You loved that he was still partially soft, that way you could feel him harden slowly in your mouth. You moaning, drooling on the taste of him

Suckling gently on him, you hummed and closed your eyes. He bobbed in and out of your mouth. The weight of him on your tongue comforted you, relaxing as he petted your hair tenderly. Soft little sucking noises can be heard, Henry grunting a little.

He hissed quietly, “That’s it, darling. Soothe yourself with Daddy’s cock. Good girl.”

The rolling of your tongue along his frenulum made him leak precum. The taste of him was welcomed by you, making your body wiggle excitedly as you swallowed it down. He groaned, letting out a breathless chuckle.

“There’s my happy girl. Does Daddy taste good?” He hummed, watching your bum sway back and forth as you lapped at him. You nodded quickly.

You could tell he wanted to buck his hips. He didn’t, however, letting you remain interrupted as you licked and sucked him softly. Soon, his dick started to harden completely, making you follow it with your lips as it stood straight up now. You eagerly listened to his deep groans.

Taking him further in your mouth, you began to move your head up and down. His length was lubricated from your saliva and his precum, making it easy for your lips to glide over his warm flesh. He growled and finally let his hips buck up.

Your eyes rolled back when the head brushed the back of your mouth, making you gag a little. Tightening your lips around him, you moaned and relaxed your throat. Henry felt this, looking down at you. He groaned, seeming to be amazed by your virgor. You pulled back to catch your breath, lapping messily at his dripping tip as your hand wrapped around his base.

“You really want to make it up to Daddy, don’t you, little one?” He chuckled deeply, holding your hair back with one hand.

He cooed as you nodded enthusiastically. You moved to rest both your hands on his thighs, gripping the muscles there. Slowly, you lowered your mouth back down onto his cock. His finger traced your cheek, tickling the corner of your lips as he felt them stretch around him.

“You’re taking me so well in your little mouth, darling. Such a good girl. Keep this up and you’ll receive a treat very soon…” He panted, grunting as he watched you start to bob your head.

You squirmed excitedly now, eager to receive your tasty treat. This must be your reward for taking your spankies like such a good girl. You gagged a little, eyes tearing. That didn’t stop you from increasing your pace, Henry lifting his hips to meet your lips.

His moans of pleasure were music to your ears. He grew louder the closer he came to his climax. Those thick fingers of his weaved into your hair, gripping your locks as his groans boomed around the room.

“A-Ah, just a little more, sweetheart. Daddy’s so close.” He gasped, tossing his head back and strained a little.

You felt his cock start to throb repeatedly against your tongue. With one final roar, his balls tightened as he emptied his creamy seed into your mouth. Moaning, you swallowed it all down without a second thought. Henry panted deeply above your head, growling occasionally.

Slowly, you pulled away. He fell out of your lips with a soft ‘pop’. You pressed your cheek against his leg as he huffed, licking your lips as you savored the taste of him. Gazing at his softening length, you hummened in content when he rubbed the back of your neck.

He eventually recovered enough to lift your head to stare into your eyes. His smile made you blush, looking down bashfully.

“That was wonderful, love. You really made Daddy feel good.” He huffed in amazement, watching your face light up when he said that.

“Really?” You looked up at him, biting your lip. Giving him pleasure was all you hoped for, and learning that you exceeded made you all feel all tingly.

“Really, my love.” He murmured with a smile, leaning down to kiss you.

Relaxing, you barely felt him pull you into his lap. You shivered when his warmth surrounded you, leaning into his embrace. He held you, rubbing your hip comfortingly.

“Rest now, my love. It’s past your naptime.” He rocked you gently, you yawned in exhaustion.

Your arousal didn’t disappear, unfortunately. You tried your very best to close your eyes and fall asleep all curled up in your Daddy’s lap. An all new, painful wave of lust coursed through you when he hummed; your ear pressed right up against his chest so you could feel the vibration. You couldn’t get to sleep while you were like this.

His hand trailing down to rub your bare thigh made you hiccup and lean your head back. Your body was still on fire, yearning for release after everything that happened. But you were so tired, all you wanted to do was take a nap. Preferably with Daddy. Your traitor body had other ideas.

Your soft moan made his eyebrow raise. He tilted his head, watching you start to squirm again. A playful grin graced his lips. He was enjoying seeing you try and rub your legs together for any kind of friction. You hide your face in his neck, whining.

“Oh, my little girl is still all excited, hm? How are you going to fall asleep all riled up like this?” He tutted, patting the back of your thigh as he shushed your exhausted little whine.

“Hush, now. Daddy can make those tingles go away quickly, then you can take your nap.” He beamed at you, spreading your legs and hiking your dress up over your hip.

You gasped when he cupped your center, mewling as you automatically rolled your hips in response. His skilled finger found your clit easily, he knew your body better than you. He started rubbing small circles on your sensitive pearl.

It had your legs shaking in no time. The pressure on your clit was steady, firm but not too harsh. He was a man with only one objective, who had no time for teasing. The objective was to tucker out his little one before naptime. His lips pressed against your temple as you wiggled in his lap.

Your poor body was torn between excitement and exhaustion. You sobbed, tossing your head back as your hips instinctively tried to move away from his touch. Keeping a firm grip on you, he leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“It’s alright, darling. Daddy’s got you. I just have to play with your cute little button for only a tiny bit longer, I promise.” He cooed at you. It never took him long to get you off, it was like muscle memory to him.

You curled in on yourself, latching onto his arm as his fingers continued to work dutifully. The entire time you let out weak, pitiful whimpers. Henry let you cling to him for a second before he leaned you back and he increased the pace.

Another sob left your mouth, laying almost flat in his lap. This left you completely at his mercy, all you could do was arch your back and cry out. Nervously, you wanted for your orgasm that was coming anytime now. You knew that after this one more manic moment, you could finally be able to sleep.

“Look at me, darling.” Henry gently urged you, making you look him in the eye. He never paused his actions.

Somehow you manage to force your eyes to open, gazing at the man you love more than anything in the world. He gave you a smile as his blue eyes reflected off your own. His fingers stroked some of your hair away from your eyes, cradling the side of your face with one hand as the other worked wonders between your thighs.

“Daddy loves you, little one. He’s so proud of you. You’ve been such a brave girl for me today. Now be a good girl and cum.” He pressed his forehead against your own as he murmured to you. How did he know that was exactly what you needed to hear from him?

Your orgasm hits you hard, making every nerve in your body spark from the pleasure. A single short gasp was heard before you lost the ability to breath. Your face twisted, eyes fluttering closed again. With your lids closed, all you could see was white. Dizziness flooded your brain, for a brief moment you feared you might be dying.

The release felt beautiful though, it made you want to cry all over again. A few droplets even did escape your eyes as weightlessness took hold of you. Maybe you were dying?

Hell, if this is how you go, you’ll die a happy woman.

Finally, you were able to breathe again. Henry’s gentle caresses of your cunt brought life back into you. He never stopped touching you, easing you through your euphoria. You gulped down air greedily, your body starting to shake. It felt like you just ran a marathon. He cradled you gently, using his fingers to ease the pulsating of your quivering little pussy to a minimum before he pulled his hand away.

Your body tried desperately to recover from your intense orgasm, but exhaustion weighed heavily on you now. Weakly, you opened your eyes to watch him ease you down onto the couch. You blinked, your vision so fuzzy you saw two of him.

“Lay back, sweetheart. You can take your nap right here.” He eased you off his lap to stand up from the sofa.

Taking the blanket from the armchair in the corner, he draped it over your quivering body. You welcomed it, your skin hot and sweaty still but it gave you something to curl up in.

Your panting slowed. The feel of the back of his fingers stroking your cheek was enough to calm your heart beat. You couldn’t open your eyes now even if you wanted to. The last thing you felt before you drifted off was his lips on your forehead. His deep voice coaxed you further into sleep.

“Sweet dreams, my darling. I love you.”

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