Page 112 of Punish Me, Daddy

The pain was already fading, but the humiliation was growing with every passing second. I held myself spread open, exposed to his eyes and his hands, just like he’d told me to, and I shivered, trying to keep both my sanity and my dignity in check and pretty sure I’d already lost at least one of those.

I should hate this, but something was keeping me still. Something was keeping me here with him.

At first, I thought it might be the belt, but almost immediately I pushed the thought away. That wasn’t right. It wasn’t the punishment that was making me stay.

It was him. All him. I wassubmittingto him.

Nikolai was touching me, looking at me, punishing me, watching me fall apart under his hand, and even though I should have been embarrassed and humiliated, I wasn’t. Not really.

He didn’t make me feel weak. He didn’t make me feel worthless or unwanted. He didn’t make me question myself, or the decisions I’d made. He made me feel strong. Beautiful. Desired. He stripped away everything I didn’t need and showed me what I truly was.

He pushed a single finger against my asshole, and I stilled, my mouth going dry.

This was really happening.

My pussy clenched down hard.

He rubbed a circle around the rim, not pushing, not pulling, just massaging, and I slowly started to relax. Then he pushed that thick digit into my asshole roughly and a cry flew from my lips before I could stop it.

Pain hurtled around my virgin hole and then skirted up and down my spine in sizzling, agonizing waves. It didn’t hurt; it fucking burned.

Lava coursed through my veins as he ruthlessly pumped his finger in and out of me, forcing my asshole open despite the fact that my body was fighting him every step of the way. My body clenched around him and another lightning bolt of pain zapped through me.

“You’re so fucking tight, bad girl. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock.”

He pulled out his finger, and a rush of air left my lips. I slumped over the bed, exhausted, panting, and so fucking turned on, but before I could take another breath, he shoved two thick fingers back inside me and a scream tore out of my lungs. He pumped his fingers in and out, spreading and stretching my tight channel, and my knees almost buckled from the agony of it.

But then, something began to happen.

Somehow, it started to feel good.

“Daddy, please—oh, God?—”

My words caught in my throat.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? You like it when Daddy punishes this tight little hole. It turns you on so much that I can see it dripping down your pretty thighs,” he growled.

The worst part was he was right.

He kept pumping, scissoring his fingers and opening me up. The burn was still there, but the pain was dulling, replaced with a sensation I couldn’t begin to describe: a deep, forbidden ache, a longing I didn’t know how to put into words.

My body didn’t need words, though. It wanted more of whatever he was offering. More than anything though, I wanted his cock.

Neededit.

He withdrew his fingers and I almost whined, a desperate empty feeling taking over instantly. I wanted him inside me. My pussy clenched around nothing but emptiness and I bit my lip, tryingto keep as quiet as I could. I made myself pull my cheeks open wider for him, arched my back more.

I didn’t want him to know how much I wanted his fingers back inside my asshole, but I couldn’t help myself.

Then his hand came down on the back of my neck and held me there, pinned against the bed as the wide, blunt head of his cock pressed against my ass.

I whimpered desperately, but Nikolai only chuckled.

“Such a bad girl, moaning like a needy little slut. You want Daddy’s cock. You want me to fill this virgin hole, don’t you, bad girl?”

I moaned, and his hand pressed down harder.

“Tell Daddy what you want,” he demanded, his voice a rumbling growl, a warning and a promise all at once.

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