Chapter 14 #3
His pelvis slapped against my bottom, reigniting the sting from his palm and his hard wooden paddle and I moaned loudly, losing myself in myriad sensations as I struggled to take them. My nipples peaked and my clit pulsed against the vibrating bullet beneath me.
“Daddy! I need…” I began.
“Come hard for me, little girl. Come hard for Daddy.”
My body reacted with violent intensity to his command.
At once, every single muscle tensed hard and a slow wail began to emerge from my throat.
A ball of pleasure imploded deep inside my core as he fucked my bottom more roughly than ever.
Maybe I came harder because of that. Maybe it was because he’d spanked me hard enough to hurt or maybe it was everything coming together all at once.
My orgasm was as powerful as it was humbling.
White-hot bliss hurtled through my system, a blazing fire that refused to be put out until it burned through me.
Even when it began to ebb away, the vibrations did not stop, and I was pushed over the edge into a second orgasm that blew my mind just as much as the first.
I’d never expected to like getting my bottom fucked by Daddy.
But I did. I liked it a lot.
Even though it hurt. Especially because it hurt.
My legs trembled and I whimpered, feeling as though I was drowning in a chasm of never-ending pleasure. My fingers tightened around the blanket beneath me as I tried to hold onto my sanity, but as I took every inch of Daddy’s cock, I soon realized that I wouldn’t be able to.
I came a third time and then a fourth. By the fifth orgasm, my screams echoed throughout the room.
Then the vibrations increased in intensity and I cried out in fear. My anger at my arousal and how much the spanking hurt had already faded, leaving me with a nervous anxiety at how many times he was going to make me come for him and how sore my bottom hole was going to be by the end of it.
I shuddered as another orgasm racked my body senseless.
I cried out as his thrusts became harder, his cock taking my bottom more deeply than ever.
Every time he slammed into my bottom, it reawakened the soreness of his initial entry.
The constant burning ache pulsed deep in my bottom, settling in my core and rushing through every muscle until I was a mess of sensation.
It was no longer clear if I was feeling pleasure or pain or even desire. It didn’t matter.
“Daddy!” I screamed as I came several more times, each one harder than the last. I grew desperate, just like he said I would.
By the tenth orgasm, my legs started to shake and by the fifteenth, they gave out entirely.
I held onto the bed for dear life, and still he fucked my bottom as hard as he liked.
“Keep coming for Daddy, little girl. He’s enjoying himself,” he chided.
“Please!” I begged.
“Daddy is taking his time, little girl,” he scolded with a hard thrust that made me moan with pleasure and cry out from the scorching pain.
I writhed beneath him and then the vibrations increased once again.
Sixteen.
My fingers tightened so hard that my knuckles turned white.
Seventeen.
My toes curled and my legs quaked hard.
Eighteen.
My back arched and my hips lifted so that I could take him even deeper in my bottom.
Nineteen.
My screams grew so loud that my voice went hoarse.
Twenty.
Surrender. Complete and utter surrender.
I writhed, fully immersed in the power of my pleasure. My skin buzzed with flickering sensation and there was nothing more than Daddy and me. His pelvis slapped against my bottom, the sound wet and sordid and then his seed burst up inside me, hot and thick and possessive.
He fucked me slowly after that, dragging out his own orgasm even as I suffered through mine. My entire body pulsed hard and I couldn’t stop myself from shaking.
I started to cry.
I gave him everything.
He gathered me in his arms and held me as I shook against him. He’d taken care of me in a way that I had never expected, and I adored him for it. My heart pounded and my breathing was frantic. He pulled out of my bottom and gathered me in his lap, curling his body around me in a protective embrace.
It didn’t matter that his seed was dripping down the backs of my thighs, clear evidence of the fact that Daddy had taken my last virgin hole.
I decided that I loved that.
He lifted me and tucked me into bed.
“You’re letting me sleep in your bed tonight, Daddy?”
“This isn’t my bed anymore, little girl. This is our bed now,” he replied decisively, and I hummed contentedly at just how firmly he’d said those words.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered as his arm circled around me. He pulled my body close and I sighed with sheer happiness.
“Daddy?” I whispered hesitantly.
“What is it, little girl?” he answered gently.
“I love you, Daddy,” I said, unable to hide the way my voice trembled as the words left my mouth.
“I love you too, little girl. I have since the moment you walked in my door and blushed for me for the very first time,” he replied.
His arms squeezed even more tightly around me.
I didn’t know what to say, but really, I didn’t need to say anything at all.
Right here in his arms, everything was perfect.
He was my daddy, and I was his little girl.