Page 113 of Punish Me, Daddy

“I want it, Daddy,” I whispered, barely able to hear my own voice.

“Louder,” he ordered, and his cock nudged harder against me.

“I want your cock in my ass, Daddy,” I said, louder this time, my voice breaking a little as the words tumbled off my lips.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmured, and the head of his cock breached my entrance.

My body locked up tight, fighting against him. He was so big that I worried he might break me in two as he stretched me wider than I could have ever imagined. My poor little hole struggled to take his thick girth, and I couldn’t help but moan and yell and scream as he forced one inch after the next inside of me.

It burned.

It ached.

It was an enormous shaft of fire burning my tender bottom from the inside, to match the outside.

It was fucking excruciating.

But it also felt incredible.

With every inch that sank deeper, I felt myself falling further into the darkest part of me, the one that liked being his bad girl, that liked it when he punished me, that made me want to defy him again and again just so I could earn all of this.

I felt myself stretching wider and wider, and then I felt a pop. He thrust the last few inches inside of me and my breath stuck in the back of my throat.

Holy shit. His cock was inside my ass.

“Look at how well Daddy’s cock is filling this naughty little hole. You look so beautiful like this, holding yourself open for me, taking every inch of my cock in this sweet ass.”

I whimpered, and a flush crept across my face. Embarrassed and more turned on than I had ever been in my life, I hid my face in the bed and tried not to think about how I was about to get the first bottom fucking of my life.

But I wanted it.

I wanted him.

Nikolai rocked his hips, the movement lighting a fire under my skin, searing through every inch of me and sending a terrifyingvolley of aching sensation through me. It hurt. It felt good. It was so confusing.

A good girl wasn’t supposed to get fucked like this. A good girl shouldn’t like it either.

But I wasn’t a good girl.

I was a bad girl who needed to be punished not only with Daddy’s belt, but with Daddy’s cock.

“I can’t wait to fuck this virgin asshole,” he growled, and his grasp on the back of my neck tightened, his other hand squeezing my hip as he pulled out until the tip of his cock was just barely inside me.

I braced myself for him to plunge back inside me.Instead, he waited, holding himself there, making me wait, making me suffer for my disobedience.

“Please,” I begged. “Daddy, please—don’t tease me?—”

“Oh, but I think you deserve to be teased, bad girl,” he replied. “I think you deserve to be teased and toyed with. I think you deserve to be made to suffer for being such a bad little girl.”

Then he pushed back inside me, the burn returned, and this time, I did cry out, the sound swallowed by the sheets as he pulled out again and drove back into me, hard enough to force me onto the tips of my toes.

I keened, a high, broken sound, and the tears that had stopped earlier spilled free again, hot and wet, streaming down my cheeks and onto the sheets.

It hurt.

It felt incredible.

And all I could do was take what he gave me.

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