Page 83 of For Her Own Good

There’s the briefest pause in the rhythm he’d established.

“You can say no all you want, little girl. You know the word if you really want this to be over. But until I hear it, I’m going to keep going. You’re going to take everything I give you, because Daddy knows what’s best for his little girl. I bet you’re feeling pretty horny and frustrated right now, aren’t you? And maybe you like how I’m stroking this finger in and out of your arse, but you’re going to like it even more when your tight little hole is stretched around two of my fingers and I’m fucking you with them, nice and rough.”

“Oh…” My moan is pathetic and needy, and I rock back, because I do want that. But I can’ttakeit. I want…I want to be coaxed, to be told, to have these things done to me because he knows me so well and not because it’s my idea. “Daddy, please don’t. It’s too small, you won’t be able to fit them in.”

“Yes, I will. You were worried Daddy’s big fat cock wouldn’t fit in your tight little pussy too, and did it?”

Oh god, did it ever.

With faux reluctance because it’s fun and it gives me a thrill, I concede, “Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s right. So, trust me when I say you can take two of my fingers up your arse and that you’re going to like it. You’re going to come so hard that your pussy is going to convulse around nothing at all, and you’ll beg me to fill that hole too. Think about that, Star. Think about me plugging your arse and fucking your cunt. For today we’ll have to take turns, so let’s get started. I’ll be gentle and go slow first, but you’re going to take two fingers in your bottom, stretching that hole.”

Oh, fuck. Fuck fuckfuck. How does he know? But he does, so there’s nothing left for me to say but “yes, Daddy.”

I have to close my eyes to even breathe because I can’t take any more stimulation than what’s already being heaped upon me. This is one of the things that are both a blessing and curse about Lowry: he makes me feel so goddamn much. Even when I’ve been as physically intimate with other partners as I’ve been with him, even when they’ve reached this far inside my body, never have they reached this far inside of my soul.

So, I breathe and relax, try to be open for him, because he’s right, I know he’s right. He’s going to make me feel so good and I won’t regret this. And while being bottoms up over his knee is delightful in its own squirmy, mortified way, I can’t wait for him to fuck me this way too. To feel his cock fill me up and reach so very deep inside me, his hips flush against my ass and the backs of my thighs as he pounds me. It will feel so dirty and so good and…I don’t know, complete in some way? As though every part of me is his, as though he’s mastered everything about me and knows how to, yes, manipulate me, but instead of using that information to hurt me, uses it to care for me and make me feel good.

He’s working his second finger in much the way he did the first, with great patience and caution, and also by sliding in and out, adding more lube as he sees fit. It’s a little bit agonizing, the way my body stretches around the intrusion, but it does in fact stretch, it doesn’t tear. I can do this, I can take this, just as he said I could.

“God, you’re beautiful, little girl. And so fucking sexy, letting me push my fingers into your arse, stretch out your hole and fuck you like this. Makes me feel so good that you trust me enough to let me do this. And wasn’t I right? I knew you could do it and that it would make you feel good.”

“Yes, Daddy. You were right.”

“That’s my good girl. And good girls get rewarded. Would you like your reward, Star?”

“Yes, Daddy, please.”

I’m not proud of how my voice comes out as a whimpering plea, but it probably makes him happy. Altogether, I know he’s quite pleased because I can feel the hard length of his erection against my hip. Which is at once deeply satisfying because he’s being turned on by me, but also scary in its own way. Lowry is…not a small man. When he fucks my ass with his cock instead of his fingers, it’s going to be intimidating. I know he’ll make it enjoyable, but jeez. I won’t be entirely acting when I tell him I’m not sure if it will fit.

He squeezes my ass cheek and then gives the same side a spank, making my flesh heat up in an instant, as if it had forgotten about the thorough spanking I’d been treated to earlier and just now remembered. I have never in my life been this aware of, this focused on, my ass. And why the hell not, because this is amazing.

“Then spread your legs. That’s it.”

Oh. With my thighs parted more, I get more contact on my mound and my clit, and Christ.

“Go on, princess. Rut against my thigh and show me what a filthy little girl you are. I want to hear you, I want your sounds, and I want you to come. I want to feel your muscles clamp down on my fingers when you climax.”

His dirty directives make me want to hide under a table but also grind against his thigh, and when he senses I’m stuck between those two impulses, he urges me on. “Come on. You can do it. Make your daddy proud. I want you to come all over me and scream my name when you do.”

I don’t know about screaming, because hi, apartment building, but the other things? Yes. I do want to make him proud, I do want to please him, and fuck yes, I want to come. So, a little shyly at first, I press back against his fingers, forcing them farther inside me, and there’s something about being active now instead of the passivity of having him be the one to make all the overtures that is at once humiliating but also empowering and it’s all so much in my head. I’m about to get lost in it when Lowry calls my attention back to my body with another spank, hard this time, to my cheek.

“I see you, princess. Stop thinking so much. Let it go. Let it all go. The only thing you need to worry about right now is getting off. That’s it. That’s all you need to do to make me happy, and nothing else matters right now. I want you to come for me.”

It wouldn’t normally be so easy to focus me, but he’s spent the last hour or so filling my senses, making himself the center of my universe even though I can’t see his face, that his words hold an immense amount of sway and drown out everything else. So, I swallow his assurances down and let that base, pleasure-seeking part of me take over. The glutton, the hedonist, she wants more. So we’ll have it.

The wool of his pants against my pelvis is a tad scratchy and the friction is a delight. So I rock and push, hips working against him, rutting as he said, and that’s a good word for it. I feel like an animal, one who is intent on following its instincts for taking pleasure. Life is short and brutal, so take your joy and ecstasy where you can. Snatch it out of the sky and hang on for dear life to enjoy the ride, it will be over too soon.

I can feel my climax coming, bearing down on me like a gathering wave. I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to. I don’t want to.

“Oh, Daddy, please. Please. I’m so close.”

“Yes, Star, come on, fuck yourself against me. I want to see you come with your arse stretched around my fingers. Come on, little girl.”

Between his words, the sensations being inflicted upon me, and the motions of my body, I am so, so close. The penetration, the friction, the taboo, the utter naughtiness of what I’m doing right now, the sweat gathering along my spine and hairline, the slick thrusts of his fingers inside me, the way his knuckles bump up against my ass as I hump his leg and his fingers…

There it is. The wave crests and crashes, and I feel as though I’m being pulled under and tumbled in the undertow of sensation. Everything is so much. The light behind my eyes, the tone sounding in my ears, how every nerve in my body has come alive and is pulsing with feeling, with the experience of being consumed and swallowed and drowned in pleasure. “Fuck, oh fuck, Daddy, fuck me, oh god, yes. Yes.”

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