In my bed

Aurora’s POV

I felt my knees getting weak, and I had to sit back on the bed while reflecting on what just happened. I couldn’t believe it; I was spanked by my godfather like a six-year-old kid. But why do I suddenly feel a burning heat between my thighs? Why can I feel my nipples hardening in my bra? Why do I feel wet down there?

“Fuck!” I groaned and lifted my dress. Slowly, I moved my fingers to my underwear, shifted it, and trailed my fingers toward my pussy, only to realize that I was soaking wet! I got turned on by a spank from my godfather.

Swallowing in discomfort, I undressed and went into the shower. A sudden rush of heat enveloped my entire body, and I needed to cool it down.

Standing in the cold shower, a sigh of relief left my lips. The coldness of the water hit my body, helping to quench the heat I had felt earlier. Closing my eyes and trailing my fingers on my body, I thought of him. I imagined what it would feel like to have his hands roaming my body. I wondered how it would feel to have his fingers inside me while I moaned out his name in pleasure.

Holding my left breast, I arched my head backwards as I imagined his hand on my boob, squeezing them while his other hand played with my nipple.

“Gosh!” I moaned loudly, wishing he was standing in the shower with me, fully naked, giving me the opportunity to see his nakedness. With my eyes closed, I imagined what his naked form would be like. Although I have been privileged to see his bare chest, I'm not so lucky to get a glimpse of his dick. Gosh! I craved to get a glimpse of it, to know what he looked like. I craved to touch it, to feel it buried deep inside me while he fucks me. I knew he had a massive length because there were times I stared at his dick when he was wearing swimming shorts. Whenever he comes to swim with Father, I would make sure I size his dick in the shorts with my eyes, and from what I have seen, I could tell he was up to eight inches. But what is the use of imagining and craving for a thing I can never have?

Grunting frustrated, I opened my eyes and turned off the shower. I tied a towel around my chest before leaving the bathroom. Reaching my room, I dried my body and hair with the towel before climbing onto the bed without bothering to put on any clothes.

Covering myself with the blanket, I turned off the lights and closed my eyes. I wanted to force myself to sleep so that I wouldn’t think of him, but I ended up thinking about him until I drifted off to sleep.

“Aurora!” I heard a deep, hushed voice that forced my eyes open. The room was dim, but I could see a figure hovering over me. “It's me. Don’t make a sound; close your eyes,” I recognized the voice as Lord Frederick's, and obediently, I closed my eyes.

“Good girl,” he whispered and took the blanket off my body, causing the coldness of the room to brush against my skin, making me shiver. Soon, I felt his fingers trailing all over my body, causing chills to run down my spine. Then, I felt his fingers playing with my left nipple while his warm mouth sucked on my other nipple, which made me release a soft moan.

“Good girl,” he moaned with my nipple still in his mouth. Letting go of my breast, I felt him place kisses all over my stomach, and then he placed my legs on the bed and parted my thighs.

My eyes were closed, so I didn’t know what he was doing, but I began to feel something wet and soft in my pussy, and that made me realize he was licking my pussy with his tongue.

“Mmm,” I moaned as I felt the tip of his tongue in my pussy. He began to lick my clit while I released a louder moan. I could hear him moan as he sucked on my clit, and my pussy, and licked my entire pussy.

Soon, I didn’t feel his mouth on my pussy anymore, but I felt a finger trying to invade my pussy, and I gasped. He slowly inserted a finger into my pussy, and I moaned in satisfaction. Soon, he began fingering me at a slow pace, but he increased his pace and added another finger, prompting me to release a louder moan.

“So fucking tight,” he grunted, and then I felt his free hand squeezing my boobs and pinching my nipples.

“Daddy!” I moaned in pleasure.

“Call me that again,” he demanded, his voice deep and husky.

“Daddy!” I moaned and heard him grunt. I felt him take his fingers out of my pussy, and suddenly, I felt something harder and bigger touching my pussy, trying to penetrate through my pussy, and out of panic, I opened my eyes only to realize there was no one in my room. It was morning, and the sun was already out.

Inhaling deeply, I sat on my bed and glanced around my room and realized, indeed, there was no one in my room, and then realization hit me—I just had another wet dream of him. This wasn’t the first, but this felt like the realest.

Moving my hand under the blanket, I traced my fingers over my pussy and realized I was wet.

“Fuck!” I groaned and fell back on the bed. Another night of dreaming of a man that I would never have. To him, I was just a little girl, and he was never going to see me beyond that.

Sighing heavily, I took off the blanket and got down from the bed. I went into the shower, took a warm bath, came back to the room, and got dressed in a simple wear of black jeans and a blue crop top. I packed my hair in a bun and stared at myself one more time in the mirror before I picked up my bag and car keys.

Getting downstairs, I realized Lord Frederick was at the table, having breakfast. I wished I could just walk away, but he had already sighted me and was staring right at me. Leaving me with no choice, I walked over to the table, pulled out a seat, and sat down. Not able to look him in the eyes, I looked away and filled up my plate with what was served on the table.

“Is it that you have forgotten how to greet or did we share the same bed last night?” He asked, and I swallowed hard. The way he sounded, it was as if we had truly shared a bed, and the pictures of my wet dream flashed in my head.

“Aurora?” His call brought me out of my thoughts.

“Good morning,” I murmured and began eating. The table was oddly silent, and I didn’t dare to look up at him; rather, my eyes settled on the plate. Despite how much I tried, I couldn’t shake off the memories of my wet dream in my head; it felt like my entire mind was messed up by it.

“Are you okay?” He sounded concerned, and I was forced to look up at him. Instead of looking into his eyes, my gaze fell on his lips, those lips I had craved to kiss. “Are you okay? You seem uncomfortable,” he asked, and I shook my head and got up. “I'm fine… I have to go; I have a class by 9 am,” I lied and tried to run off, but he called me back. “Wait!” I was forced to look his way.

Our gaze interlocked for a moment before he looked away and took a sip of his drink. “I will be traveling to Greece,” he announced, and a sudden frown appeared on my face. I was supposed to feel relieved that he was traveling, and I won’t have to see his face, but strangely, I didn’t feel so happy about it.

“I will be coming back by tomorrow evening,” he added, and I shrugged. “Why do you have to tell me?” I acted as if I didn’t care. I heard him grunt; he didn’t seem pleased by my behavior.

“Remember, you are to come back home before 9 pm. Fox will be here to monitor you. If you dare disobey any of my rules, be sure to receive a punishment for that.” A nervous gulp passed down my throat as I imagined the punishment he was going to give me, perhaps another spanking.

He left his seat and walked over to where I stood. His green, piercing, yet alluring eyes settled on me, and it caused the hair on my skin to stand on end. I hated how just his stare could have such an effect on me.

“Be a good girl and don’t cause trouble,” he commanded, his hand gently tousling my hair before he walked away. As he walked away, leaving me with a flurry of emotions swirling inside me, I couldn't help but replay his words in my mind.

“Be a good girl and don’t cause trouble.” The words echoed, sending shivers down her spine. I stood there for a moment, my cheeks burning with embarrassment from his touch.