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“Will you keep the butt plug v-vibrating while you do it, sir? It’s a little hard to c-concentrate.”

“Glad you’re paying attention to the plug now,” he told her. “And yes, it stays on.”

Savannah moaned.

“I thought I’d lost you for a minute,” said Blake. “I thought something had happened to you. And that’s not acceptable. I must know where my Little is at all times. You understand?”

Savannah nodded. “I understand, sir.”

"You know the safeword,” he reminded her. “If you need to use it, then do so."

“Okay.”

"Count them out as I give them to you," he instructed before delivering a sharp spank to her backside. This was a lesson she needed to learn: to be aware of her surroundings and to trust that he had her best interests at heart.

"O-one," she stammered, her breath hitching.

"Two," she gasped as another spank landed.

"Three . . . F-four . . ." She counted each swat, her voice growing more and more strained, all the way up to nine.

“This last one is for leaving the safehouse without my permission last night,” he told her, turning up the vibrations on the plug to the maximum and then delivering the hardest smack yet.

"T-ten," she croaked, her body trembling all over.

"Good girl," Blake murmured. “Now, stay exactly where you are.”

His heart raced as he stood behind her, looking down at her beautiful body pressed up against the tree. He admired the deep pink of her ass cheeks, and how hot the plug looked inside her. In a moment, though, it was time to take it out. It was time to satisfy his own needs as well as hers.

"Are you ready for your reward, babygirl?" Blake asked, his voice low and husky.

Savannah looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes a mix of vulnerability and desire. "Yes, Daddy," she whispered.

"Good. And don’t worry. I'll take care of you." His fingers trailed down her spine, making her shiver in anticipation.

"Thank you, Daddy," she breathed.

With one hand on her hip to steady her, Blake carefully removed the vibrating butt plug. Her soft moans only fueled his desire as he pushed a finger deep between her buttocks. She was still very wet from the lube, and he used his fingertip to smear a little of the moisture around her asshole, to make her as comfortable as possible.

"Relax, sweetheart," he murmured. “Daddy’s going to take this nice and slow.” He positioned himself at her entrance and began to push inside her slowly but steadily.

"Oh my . . . Daddy," Savannah gasped, gripping the tree bark tightly as her body adjusted to the feeling of fullness. “It feels like I’m still vibrating.”

"You’re doing so well, darling," Blake praised, giving her a moment before starting to move in a gentle rhythm, each thrust met with a soft whimper or moan. “How’s that, babygirl?”

“It’s g-g-good. Like nothing I ever felt before. Can I touch myself while you do it?”

“No,” he replied, sliding his hand around her possessively. “Your clit belongs to me.” He began showing her just how muchhe owned that part of her body, how he knew exactly what was best for it.

As they moved together, Blake marveled at the trust Savannah had placed in him, allowing him to lead her through this intimate act. It made him want to protect her even more fiercely.

"God, Savvy . . . you're incredible," he grunted, his control slipping as he teetered on the edge of ecstasy.

"Please, Daddy . . . let’s both come together" Savannah panted, her voice desperate and pleading.

"You’re gonna have to come quick,” he said, voice strained. “Daddy’s about to explode.”

“I can be quick,” she panted.

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