Page 61 of Claimed By the Damned

"Please what? Use your words. Tell Daddy what you need." I circle my thumb slowly, deliberately, feeling the dampness soaking through the cotton.

"Touch me," she begs, her voice thick with need. "Please... touch me. I need your fingers inside my pussy Daddy."

"Such a good girl, asking for what you want." I finally hook my fingers under the front elastic of her panties, pulling them aside. Her slick heat greets my touch immediately. She's soaking wet, ready for me. I slide one finger slowly into her tight channel, feeling her clench around me.

She throws her head back against my shoulder with a choked cry, her body trembling violently.

"That's it, Little One," I praise, sliding my finger deeper, feeling the slick glide. "Enjoy my touch. You're so tight, so wet for me." I add a second finger, stretching her gently. She whimpers again but doesn't pull away. She trusts me.

With my other hand, my fingers find her clit, slick and hard under my finger. I circle it gently as I slide my other fingers in and out of her tight channel. She moans loudly, her bodybucking against me, desperate for more. I increase the pace, my finger pressing down on her clit as her walls begin to quake. She's close.

Her breath hitches and her hips buck wildly as I add a third finger, stretching her further. She gasps, muscles clenching around me, but she doesn’t protest. Her nails dig into the desk, leaving faint marks on the wood. "Let go Little One, come all over my fingers."

Her cries fill the room as my fingers work their magic, bringing her to a shuddering peak. Her pussy clenches tightly, walls pulsing with every inward stroke. Her juices coat my hand as she comes undone, crying out "Daddy!" in ecstasy.

"Such a good girl," I murmur, slowly withdrawing my hand. The sight of my fingers coated in her nectar makes me rock-hard again, the need to be inside her almost painful. I lick each digit clean as she watches, savoring her.

Her body trembles with the aftershocks. "Now," I breathe against her neck, feeling the rapid pulse there. "Time for a different kind of lesson. Stay right there."

I move to stand beside her, my eyes tracing the curve of her spine, the flush high on her cheeks, the way her ass is still slightly pushed out from where she braced herself. I help her remove her jeans and her tank top, leaving her naked.

My hand comes down on her naked ass cheek – not hard, just a solidsmackthat startles a gasp out of her. "Did I surprise you?" I ask, my voice low. My gaze lifts, catching her reflection in the ornate mirror hanging on the wall behind my desk. Her eyes are wide, shocked, but already darkening again with arousal.

She nods mutely.

"Okay," I murmur, keeping my hand resting warmly on her stinging cheek. "Checking in, Little One. What color are you?"

Her breath hitches. She hesitates for only a second, processing the sting, the question, the rules. Then, her voice slightly shaky but clear, she answers, "Green, Daddy."

A slow smile touches my lips. "Good girl." Praising her for using her voice, for confirming her consent even through the shock.

"Alright then. Focus, Little One," I command softly. "Feel me. Even when it stings. Trust that I won't truly hurt you." Another swat, slightly harder this time, landing squarely on the roundest part of her ass. She lets out a small yelp, her body jerking. "My pleasure is your pleasure in pleasing me. Taking what I give you."

I continue the rhythm, varying the force – sharp stings that make her gasp, heavier thuds that draw out low moans. Her skin turns pink beneath my hand. Her eyes squeeze shut, and she bites her lip, trying to contain the noises bubbling up.

"Don't hold back," I command softly. "Let me hear you."

As if the permission breaks a dam, a low moan escapes her lips as the pain sharpens into something else, cutting through the lingering thrum of her orgasm. I feel it in the way her muscles clench, the slight instinctive arch of her back. My hand continues its work, finding a steady rhythm, each impact echoing slightly in the quiet room.

I lean close, my lips near her ear. "Feeling it now? The sting? The heat?" I slide my free hand around to her front again, finding her slick folds. She whimpers, hips bucking instinctively against my touch. "Look at you, so wet for me."

Instead of just teasing her clit, I slide one finger, then two, deep inside her tight, wet heat. She cries out, arching hard against the desk, her body instantly reacting to the intrusion combined with the sting on her ass. My thumb immediately finds her clit, pressing and circling rhythmically against the sensitive nub, even as my fingers stretch her.

I combine the sensations – the rhythmic smack of my palm on her ass, the steady stroke of my fingers deep inside her pussy, and the relentless pressure of my thumb on her clit. Her cries intensify, turning into fragmented sobs muffled against the desk, overwhelmed by the onslaught. Her nails dig harder into the wood now, her knuckles white, a desperate attempt to anchor herself against the waves crashing through her.

"That's it, Little One," I growl, feeling her inner muscles clench convulsively around my fingers. "Take it all. Take the sting, take the stretch, take the pleasure."

"Now be my good girl and cum for Daddy again," I command, increasing the pressure of my thumb, curling my fingers slightly inside her to hit that perfect spot, my hand still delivering firm, stinging smacks to her rosy backside. She screams my name –Bastian– before catching herself, the correction lost in the messy, building climax. Her walls clench violently around my fingers, as her hips jerk uncontrollably. She comes hard, her body shuddering violently under the force of the sensations, sobbing brokenly against the wood.

Ilet my hand rest on her stinging flesh for a moment, rubbing the heat tenderly. "Good girl," I whisper, kissing her back softly.

I help her straighten up, turning her to face me. Her face is flushed, eyes hazy with pleasure and exhaustion, lips slightly swollen. She leans into me immediately, seeking support, her legs shaky beneath her. I hold her steady, running a soothing hand over her ass. She trusted me. Not just with pleasure, but with this edge of pain and control. A significant step.

"Are you okay?" I ask, my voice husky, needing verbal confirmation despite her obvious physical state.

She nods shakily against my chest, her body still humming. Without another word, I scoop her effortlessly into my arms, cradling her against my chest. She makes a soft sound ofsurprise but immediately loops her arms around my neck, melting against me, completely pliant.

I carry her out of the office and down the short hallway to my bedroom. The weight of her in my arms feels intrinsically right, possessive and protective all at once. Inside the bedroom, I cross to the large bed and gently place her in the center, moving the heavy duvet aside.

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