Chapter 51
Sayla
He was impossible, kind, funny, caring and most of all so loving that I needed to take a moment to breathe and believe that Daddy would never harm me. Beneath his hard exterior was tragedy, guilt and his own quiet recovery.
I’d never had a man kneel before me.
Never had a Daddy Dom.
Never knew I needed one until Gabriel.
All of which made loving Daddy easier.
There was no drama, no gaslighting or—
I closed my eyes, not wanting to think of the rest because with it came the same question. Why did I stay?
The towel began to move again—working down my legs and finally to my feet. By the time I opened my eyes Daddy was looking up at me with a wicked glint in his.
My muscles tightened around the silicone plug. I was excited to try something new. Something so far from the shadows of my past.
After all, I was a good girl who followed all of Daddy’s rules.
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?
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Sometimes I didn’t think about it.
But it was difficult not to when your father-in-law had you bent over your princess bed and was rummaging around in your anal passage.
I’d been impregnated by Daddy Asher Kersey.
Gabriel’s real Daddy.
I had the urge to laugh hysterically—but Daddy pushed a second finger in. Why were his fingers so thick?
“You won’t fit,” I groaned when his shorts brushed against the back of my legs.
“I bet you ten pounds that it will,” he said, twisting his fingers.
“Ahh. God,” I hissed. “Ten pounds. Is that all my arse is worth?”
“I don’t want to encourage your gambling.”
I tried to relax and focus—but he made it considerably worse by spreading his fingers apart. I sighed when he removed them. My relief was short-lived when he spread more lubricant over me. His hands gripped my buttocks, thumbs sliding between my cheeks until I began to open for him again.
“Ten pounds isn’t enough when you’re a millionaire,” I said between pants.
“Billionaire,” he corrected, as he began to pull his thumbs apart. “You’re opening up beautifully. I can see all of you. All that pink inside your hole.”
His words made me grind against the mattress.
He was an utterly shameless bastard.
A billionaire bastard.
His thumbs slid slowly back and forth, spreading me open and massaging my insides. It began to feel good. So good.
The dirty bastard.
I pushed my hands along the bedcovers just to feel the cool fabric. His hands moved away and that’s when I felt something much broader brush against me.
“Daddy,” I said, genuinely concerned from a medical standpoint.
He was long and thick.
“Shh. Remember rule number four. All your holes are mine.”
“I’m more concerned with rule number three. My health comes first.”
“Exactly. You need this mega orgasm.”
A mega orgasm did sound good.
“Relax,” he murmured, pulling my cheeks apart. “Breathe.”
I focused on my breathing the way the physiotherapist had taught me.
His cock was wet with lube.
Deep breath.
He pressed in.
Before I could tense, the tip was pushing past my weakened entrance.
“That’s it. Such a sexy little hole. Relax,” he said when I clutched around the tip of him. “Fuck. Damn, so fucking tight.”
I began to pant through the painful stretch as he sank deeper.
“Yeah, baby,” he groaned, beginning to pull back. “Yeah. Give me that filthy arse. Fucking hell.”
My fingers curled into the covers when he pushed back inside me, stretching me, fucking an untouched part of me. In and out, using just the tip until I relaxed a little more.
“Yeah, that’s my girl,” he rasped.
He plunged deeper, pulling back to thrust again and again. Each time the pain lessened. That familiar tension built quietly in the background.
His hands landed on the bed. The warmth of his torso brushed against my back while his shorts touched my thighs. He hadn’t even had the patience to remove them fully.
“You don’t know how many nights I lay in bed dreaming of this arse,” he growled above my head.
“Dirty Daddy,” I moaned.
“Only for you, sweetheart,” he said, dragging his heavy cock back. “Yes. That’s it. Nice and relaxed.”
Without warning he thrust deep. I gasped at the feel of him inside me.
“Yes, Daddy,” I cried.
“Again,” he said—withdrawing, waiting, then slamming into me.
I screamed his name.
“Good. Fucking. Girl,” he grunted, driving deeper with each brutal thrust.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more I felt his hand snake around my hip. His fingers found my clit—forcing awareness of how wet I was, how swollen, how far gone. They worked their magic, circling slowly.
“Now take what I give you,” he growled.
He didn’t hold back. His hips drove forward—beautifully brutal—each thrust deeper than the last. I cried out, wailed, begged for more.
I shattered beneath him.
Spread open for him.
My breath caught as my body shuddered.
I clamped down on him—a twinge of pain that only prolonged the pleasure.
“Oh, yeah. Here it comes, baby,” he roared. “Yes. Take it. Every last drop.” His movements faltered. Heat spilled from him.
Hot and wet.
All of it inside me.
Mega orgasm unlocked, indeed.
Fuck.
He was going to be my undoing.
I might even savour it.