Chapter 25 #2
“Even though we agreed that when your safety is in question, you would tell me first.”
I nodded again.
“And now that I’ve punished your bottom properly, you understand that your punishment isn’t over yet.”
My breath caught because I hadn’t expected anything more than a spanking. Maybe a fucking, but no more than that…
He moved around me, his hand sliding through my hair and clenching into a fist at the back of my scalp. Then he lifted me up by my hair, so I was looking up at him. I whimpered at the ache and his eyes darkened with want.
“You took your belting like a good girl,” he said quietly. “Now Daddy’s going to finish your punishment with his cock.”
My body tightened all over.
He waited.
“Are you ready to be a good girl for Daddy’s cock, little girl?”
I swallowed.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He released my hair and then he undressed. I stayed where I was, my jeans and panties still around my thighs, my bottom hot and throbbing, my face wet with tears I had not wiped away because I didn’t feel the need.
He stepped out of his pants, and his cock was already hard, already waiting for me, and I wanted it.
I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to finish the thing we had started with the belt, the discipline, the consequences, the honesty of it.
I wanted it so much that it made me feel hot and shaky and very small in a way that was not bad at all.
He reached for me and I went to him. He undressed me slowly and completely and laid me back on the bed with the same care that had nothing to do with softness and everything to do with attention.
My bottom was hot and sore against the duvet and I felt it clearly and found that I wanted to feel it, which told me something about myself that I was choosing not to argue with tonight.
Then he kissed me.
The kiss was hard. It was not the kind that asked.
It was the kind that took, his hand in my hair, his tongue in my mouth, his other hand gripping my hip and holding me against him.
I opened for him. I kissed back with the same need and when his hand moved from my hip to between my legs, I made a sound into his mouth that was entirely unpracticed and entirely mine.
He stroked my clit with his fingers, once, and found that I was already so wet it was almost embarrassing. He broke the kiss and looked down at me. His eyes were dark and serious and there was nothing hesitant in his face.
“You’re going to take Daddy’s cock very well, aren’t you, little girl?” he said.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Where am I going to put it?”
I stared up at him, feeling my cheeks heat with the blunt question and the way it made everything feel very real.
Instinctively, I knew that I wasn’t just going to get my pussy fucked tonight.
My bottom clenched reflexively.
Daddy was going to fuck my ass, and it would probably hurt because I had been a bad girl.
“Wherever you want, Daddy,” I said timidly, too ashamed to say exactly where he was going to put it, but he seemed to know what I meant anyway.
“That’s right, little girl. Daddy is going to punish that tight little ass with his cock,” he said, and he leaned down and kissed me again, then he moved down my body, his mouth replaced his hand and his tongue found my clit, and I arched off the bed and grabbed his hair.
He did not stop, did not rush, did not let me catch my breath until I came with a cry that was not quiet and did not belong to anyone but me and him in this room.
Then he moved up my body again, opened my thighs and settled between them, and the head of his cock pushed into me.
I was so ready for him that the stretch was immediate and almost too much, almost enough to make me beg for a moment to adjust, but I didn’t because I didn’t want a moment, I wanted all of him.
He slid in slowly and I could feel every inch of him and my pussy was stretched wide, gripping his cock tightly as I moaned. My bottom was hot against the bed. I could feel the heat of it, the evidence of his punishment, and it made everything feel more intense, more real, more him.
He started to move, a slow, deep rhythm that built quickly into something that was not slow at all, and my hands found his back and held on while he fucked me. I knew he was watching me, watching the way my mouth fell open and my eyes glazed over, the way I gave him everything he wanted to see.
“Does my little girl like Daddy’s cock?” he asked, his voice low, rough, and absolutely certain of the answer.
“Yes, Daddy,” I gasped.
“Tell me how much.”
“I love it,” I said, the words coming out in a rush because they were true. “I love my daddy’s cock so much.”
His eyes flared and he thrust harder, his hips hitting mine, driving into me with a deep, possessive rhythm that made me feel owned in the best way.
I came again, harder this time, my body clenching around him, and he didn’t stop, he kept going, fucking me through it until I was trembling beneath him.
Then he slowed, then stopped, and he pulled out of me and flipped me over onto my stomach.
My heart started to pound.
I knew what was coming.
I wanted it.
But I was also scared of it. I’d never had my bottom fucked before and I was nervous about how much it was going to hurt.
He leaned toward the side of the bed and got a bottle of lube out from the nightstand.
He pulled my hips up, arranging me on my knees, my chest still pressed to the bed, and I felt him spread my cheeks, exposing my bottom hole, and my face burned with shame and arousal and the knowledge that he could see everything.
His finger touched my asshole, slick with lube, and I gasped.
“Relax for Daddy, little girl,” he said.
I tried.
He was gentle, but he was not hesitant, and I felt him press inside my virgin hole, just one finger to begin, and I bit my lip and breathed and told myself not to fight it because this was what I had asked for, this was what my punishment had been building toward, and I wanted to be good for him. I wanted to take it all.
He worked me open slowly, one finger, then two, scissoring inside me, stretching me carefully, and it felt strange and invasive and incredibly intimate in a way that made me want to hide, but I didn’t want him to stop. When he finally pulled his fingers away, I felt empty for a moment.
Then I felt the head of his cock press against my ass.
I froze.
“Kit,” he said, his hand smoothing over my back. “You can take this. You’re going to take Daddy’s cock in your ass and you’re going to take it well because you’re my good girl, even when you’re being punished.”
I nodded, my forehead pressed to the duvet, my hands gripping the sheets as I lifted my bottom just a little.
He pushed forward.
The stretch was intense, a deep, burning pressure that made me feel like I was being split open, and I whimpered, tried to relax, failed, and then tried again. He stopped, just holding there, letting me adjust, his hand still on my back.
“You’re doing so good, little girl,” he said. “Just a little more. I know it hurts, but you’ve earned this, haven’t you?”
He pushed forward again. I cried out, but he didn’t stop this time; he kept going until he was fully inside me, his cock buried deep in my ass, and I felt him everywhere, I felt the punishment and the possession and the fact that he had taken me completely.
He held still for a long moment.
Then he started to move. Slowly at first, small movements that made me gasp and clench around him, and then faster, deeper, until he was fucking my ass with the same relentless rhythm he’d used on my pussy.
It hurt, but it was the kind of hurt that was mixed with so much pleasure I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
His hand came around to my front, finding my clit, and I almost screamed because I was so sensitive, and overwhelmed, and so completely his.
“Come for Daddy, little girl,” he growled. “Come with Daddy’s cock deep in your ass.”
I did.
I came hard.