Larissa #2
“Mmmmmm…” I bite down on my cheek. The metallic flavor of blood spreads over my tongue as I choke on a scream.
“Good girl. Deep breath. The more you tense, the more uncomfortable it will be. You are opening so very nicely, my sweet angel. Daddy is so pleased.”
I moan as he pushes harder. The taper goes from small to large, and my body feels like it is being spread much farther than the size of the plug. My fingers dig into his legs as I try to breathe deep, my eyes wide as I gulp air and try to swallow my growing fear.
“Please, I can’t take anymore… Please stop—”
“Your body can take far more than you think. The plug is going inside, I assure you, your ass will stretch. Keep breathing, baby. This is happening whether you like it or not.”
Just as I think my body will tear apart, Daddy pushes one last time, and the plug tears at me, then in that moment of intense fear, the smallest part of the plug slips inside, and my body grips tightly around the intrusion.
It’s inside me, and I’m alive with a wild mixture of pain, fear, and shameful arousal that draws my skin tight. The muscles in my back jerk and tighten like a weaver knotting a rug.
I gasp, letting out a deep breath of relief. It is a bizarre sensation, a paradox of something so hard, and yet so smooth that feels so shamefully arousing, deep in a shameful part of me.
Daddy’s hands twirl the object, sending a wave of decadent desire through my body. He shifts, and my body melts onto his lap. It feels so strange to have a foreign object inside me in such an intimate way.
“Tell the truth. I can do anything to you I like, isn’t that right?”
I hate that I nod so quickly, and his seductive chuckle makes the wetness grow between my legs.
“And you like having me put something in your ass that pleases me, don’t you?”
That voice inside again chastises me for what I feel.
Telling me good girls would never derive pleasure from such a perverse act. But I can’t deny the wicked tingling that rests solidly down in my core, pulsing between my legs.
Blood rushes down to my mons, constricting the muscles of my canal, which in turn wiggles the plug in my ass. The mixture of sensations has me pressing my legs together, a distinctive gnawing tension growing as I lie waiting for whatever will come next.
“I asked you a question, Larissa. Remember your manners.”
I gulp air and nod. “Yes, Daddy. I like it.”
“Good girl.”
I barely hear him. But I do hear the swoosh of the air and the shift of his body in the split second before he brings his palm back down on my ivory skin.
I yelp with each blow. “Daddy, please…”
The hand comes down in a waterfall of screaming hot lines of pain and fire. The sound of my voice echoes back to my ears as I feel the prickling needles of each harsh contact.
The plug adds a strange new sensation as his hand comes down to sting my flesh. It moves as my body clenches and jerks.
An intricate knot twists with threads of stinging pain and wanton, decadent pleasure. Never have I dreamed that holding something so foreign inside my ass would translate the motion and pain of my punishment into something so intimate.
A gush of my wet juices flows from my body. I steady myself as Daddy’s arm raises again.
My body feels like a firecracker, fuse lit. There is a wrenching anticipation of the impending explosion that lies just under the surface.
“Mmmmm…” I’m moaning now. No more yelps, no more wincing.
Something is growing, like a twisting vine that wraps itself around inside my body.
He is my captor, not my champion, I try to remind myself.
He has given punishments and discipline unlike anything I have ever imagined. Why do I want to scream that I love him and I never want to leave?
My belly presses into his legs, reticent to let him go. Every cell in my body begs for him to move lower down, to find his way lower with his finger, his mouth…
God, his cock.
I want it. I want to feel that. I want to see and hear and have his pleasure mixed with mine.
“Good girl,” he intones as I tremble.
He taps a finger lightly on the base of the plug, sending a wicked pulsing inside me, only adding to the frenzy swirling inside me.
I dare not move. I cock my hips slightly upward, hoping beyond hope that he will understand and touch me where the thumping demands won’t stop.
The room melts into the distance as goosebumps cover my back and run down my thighs.
“Don’t move,” he orders.
The plug begins to rotate as he gently pulls. I gasp in seductive pleasure and pain, but stay still.
I need him. I want his touch. No…not just his touch or his voice, his approval.
His praise. I live for those two words…
Good girl.
When he says them, I hear that ‘I love you’ he said at the beach that day.
I breathe through the plug’s extraction, the loss strange and sad in a way as he sets it aside, tugging me upward until I’m in a ball on his lap, his heavy arms enveloping me as I sink into the warm blanket of his safety.
“Good girl.”
I listen as he breathes, the delicate prickle of his shaved jaw on my forehead, the thumping and pulsing between my legs almost unbearable. I wiggle into his lap, hoping he will understand. The heat from the spanking begins to beat, along with the churning blood down below my belly button.
I feel hot and cold, and desperate, like I’m about to fly apart into a million pieces.
The sound of his heart singing through his chest and into my ear soothes me. I barely know this man, but I have never felt so safe, so comforted in my life.
“Now you may stand.”
I can’t meet his eyes as I obey, getting to my feet again before bending to pull up my panties. Those eyes of his… It’s like staring into the face of a jaguar about to pounce, green like the jungle.
Then, as I reach down to my ankles where my underwear has ended up, I hear him tsk and halt immediately.
“Did I tell you to pull up your panties, Larissa?”
I shake my head. “No, Daddy, but—”
“Yes or no will do.”
“No, Daddy.” I grit my teeth, cursing myself for being so disobedient.
“Take them off and hand them to me.”
I glance up to find him holding his hand out expectantly. I wonder for a split second what he will do with them, but the look in his eyes tells me hesitating will not get me what I want. I step out of them and gingerly hand them over.
“Good girl,” he says. “Are you embarrassed that they are so wet?”
I nod, looking away, then feel his hand on my chin. He gently guides my face back around until he can look into my eyes before he speaks again.
“Never, ever, be embarrassed about anything with me. I want it all, Larissa. All your fears, all your hopes, all your dreams, all your needs, your wet panties. Even when you start your period, you will tell me so I can keep track. So I can make sure you eat right, that you are comfortable. Nothing is off limits. Nothing about you will be shameful. It’s a Daddy’s job to understand it all.
Do you know what I’m going to do with these panties? ”
He waits for me to shake my head, my eyes widening in wonder that he is going to give me so much. Then, to my surprise, he brings them to his face, right under his nose, and inhales deeply, closing his eyes for a moment before muttering, “Sensational.”
When he opens them again, I can’t look away. I am embarrassed, sure, but I am also… So enthralled. My body feels so alive.
I rub my thighs together, and my pussy explodes with sensation. My nipples are on high alert.
“I’m going to tease myself with their scent for the rest of the day,” he says, his voice dropping to a timbre I haven’t heard before.
It makes my mouth dry, and I want to touch myself.
“And then when I can’t take it any longer, I’m going to wrap them around my dick and rub your wetness up and down my shaft. Up, and down. Up, and down.”
He smiles, and I let out a squeak of need and open my mouth, ready to ask, ready to beg… Can I watch, Daddy?
Or, more so, why won’t you fuck me?
But before I can, he suddenly stands from the bed, tucking the panties into the pocket of his pants as he turns away.
Is that… Has he said something he didn’t mean to?
“Take off your dress. Maria will be here in a moment to mend the seam, and then you may wear it again as a reward for taking your punishment so well. Go get shoes,” he says abruptly.
“You will be ready to walk with me in half an hour. Maria will give you two options for dinner this evening, and whatever you choose, I’ll have the same. ”
“Yes, Daddy—” I call after him, but he’s already out of the door.