Page 44 of Punish Me, Daddy

“Please,” I whispered. “I need?—”

“I know what you need, little girl,” he answered, his voice deep and rumbly. “But you’re not getting it until you’ve had your punishment.”

His fingers trailed down the curve of my ass, over the backs of my thighs, and then, without warning, they slipped between my legs, just glancing over my clit.

I sucked in a sharp breath.

“Your pussy is so wet, Sloane. I think you like it when I play with this naughty little asshole…”

His fingers stroked me slowly, teasingly, and I pressed my forehead against the countertop, trying to stay still.

It felt good.

Too good.

I didn’t want him to stop.

“Look at me, baby girl,” he ordered, and my heart skipped a beat in my chest. I turned my head and watched as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a metal object with a bulbous end. I stared at it for a second, trying to place it, before I realized that it was a butt plug, and it wasn’t a small one either.

Oh.Oh, no…

“It’s time to finish the punishment you’ve earned, little girl,” he said.

“I can’t. That’s not—I’ve never?—”

“Hush,naughty girl,” he murmured. “You will take it, because you have no choice.”

My eyes widened.

“Now, spread your legs wider.”

I bit my lip.

“Wider,” he commanded, nudging my foot with his polished black shoe.

I obeyed.

“Good girl.”

The cold, metallic tip of the plug slid through my wet folds. He used it to tease my clit, swirling it through my arousal and thoroughly coating the cool metal surface.I couldn’t help it. My hips rocked back against his touch, desperate for more.

“There’s my good little girl,” he crooned.

He slid the tip lower, teasing my entrance and then circling it around and pressing the tip of it gently against my soaking wet pussy.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

He laughed softly and pushed the plug inside of me.I gasped as it stretched me and he pumped it inside of me several times, lulling me into a relaxed state and leaving me hoping that he might leave my asshole for another day.

Another day! What was I thinking? Did I actually want more of this? More of him?

Immediately, as though he sensed my inner turmoil, he pulled the plug free from my pussy and dragged it backwards toward my bottom hole.

“No!” I protested, panic squeezing my throat.

But it was too late.

He was already pushing the plug against my tightly clenched opening, and the pressure was unbearable. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit down on my lip.

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