Page 117 of For Her Own Good

“There. That’s better,” he observes, almost to himself, but he’s saying it out loud for me. “Nicely done, princess.”

Praise, I will take it, soak in it, let it wash over me because I’ve been so very good and he’s pleased with me. I’m not at all surprised when I hear the sound of a drawer opening and then the snick of a cap. There’s not much of a gap between that and his slick finger gliding down my cleft and over my asshole. Jesus. I’ve gotten a little less…squirmy about this, but I’m still a bit embarrassed about how much I enjoy it and perhaps that’s part of the fun for both of us.

He takes his sweet time stroking and pressing before he adds more lube and legit pushes a finger inside me. Slowly, slowly, murmuring praise and encouragement as he goes, along with some extremely filthy things that make me squirm.

A quick, hard spank gets my attention and makes me stop trying to get the contact with my clit I really wanted, but it doesn’t make me sorry, not at all.

“Don’t be a naughty little thing. Are you really so impatient for me to stuff my cock in your arse, little girl? I thought you’d want me to take my time, get you all relaxed and stretched and ready to take me, but I’d be happy to take you right now.”

He won’t, I know he won’t, he’s saying this to give me that glowing ball of embarrassment in my belly that somehow works its way to my pussy and, on the way, turns into desperation and desire.

“No, Daddy. Please, I’ll be good, I promise.”

And I try, I really do try, but it’s hard when he works in a second finger and fucks me with them. I’ve started moaning a little, making small, increasingly desperate noises.

“That’s it, Star. You like it when Daddy finger-fucks your tight little hole, don’t you? Just imagine how much better it’s going to feel when you’re stuffed full of my cock. You like being filled up, don’t you, little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy.” A little plaintive because yes, I do, and I want him to and he’s got me nearing the delirium that will allow me to beg for it shamelessly. I’m already soaked between my legs and I want more. Want to be fucked, want him to take what he wants while still making me feel good, because my daddy always does.

This isn’t the first time he’s added a third finger, but it still feels like a stretch, still makes me feel full and pried open.

“Come on, Star. Relax for me. This is going to make it so much easier for me to work my way inside you. Don’t you want to be a good girl for Daddy while I stretch your hole? You can take it, love. That’s right.”

I feel pinned in a way that’s complete and filthy and overwhelming with the movement of his fingers inside me. He’s pressing a hand into the small of my back, but there’s no need. I’m not going anywhere. I don’t think I could, but more so, I don’t want to. Ever.

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Lowry

God, she’s lovely—upturned bottom in my lap, with three of my fingers pressed into the most private part of her body and knowing she’ll let me have more. I’ve earned it. It took a while, and occasionally she’ll be skittish with me when she’s especially nervous, but she always comes round and it’s my goal in life to never make her worry about me leaving ever again. The platinum band on my ring finger glints from where my hand is spread over the small of her back.

I wouldn’t have cared if she didn’t want to get married, but I do enjoy it. I am hers and she is mine and all that good stuff. My sweet little thing who isn’t going to be able to contain herself for much longer, so I ought to get down to business.

“You know you said you’d been a good girl but I don’t think you can say that anymore, my squirmy little princess. I think you’ve had enough of this, though, because I want to feel your climax with my cock in your arse.”

She squeaks and it’s the most delightful sound—utterly brilliant that I can feel it with my fingers buried inside her like this.

As carefully and gently as I pushed my fingers into her, I slide them out and rub the still-pink skin of her bottom.

“I’m going to wash up. Before I do, you’re going to take off all your clothes except these frilly panties. You’re to keep them right where they are.”

Starla groans as I lightly pinch along her panties where arse meets thigh.

“Up you get.”

It’s sweetly awkward how she has to climb off me with her underwear hobbling her a bit and she stands there, face nearly as red as her bottom and then pulls her dress over her head, unfastens her bra and drops it to the ground. She’s just so pretty I hate to leave her for even a second, but needs must. I pile two pillows in the middle of the bed and gesture to them. “Over you go, bottoms up.”

She mewls again, looking at me with those big, pouty hazel eyes, but she enjoys the embarrassment, yes, she does. And her body responds so nicely to it as well, making her cunt slick and wet and welcoming. Doing as I’ve asked, she drapes herself over the pillows and it’s a lovely sight.

“Now stay right there and don’t misbehave. I’ll know if you’ve rubbed yourself off on those pillows like a naughty, horny girl. Don’t you dare.”

Would I really? Who knows. Should she get a guilty look on her face or tell me—which she likely would—yes, but otherwise, probably not.

Upon my return, she’s lying quietly, face turned away, but a slight shift of her hips and the curl of her toes tells me she’s not entirely at peace.

I climb on the bed and there’s a hitch in her breath as I kneel behind her. Probably because she can feel I’m as naked as she is, having stripped off in the bathroom. Sometimes when we do role-play—badly behaved girl gets sent to the principal’s office is one of her favorites—I’ll keep my clothes mostly on, but tonight I want to feel her skin on mine and reassure her with the warmth of my body.

The pale expanse of her back and hips is before me, so I take the opportunity to glide my hands over her flesh. Not too light—since the point is not to make her shiver and tremble—but firm and constant.

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