Page 45 of Punish Me, Daddy

It wasn’t going to fit. It wouldn’t. Itcouldn’t.

“Breathe,” he commanded, and the tone of his voice was gentle, but firm.

I tried to obey, but my body was freaking out, and I couldn’t breathe through it. My asshole clenched around the plug, trying to force it out at the same time he was pushing it in.

He was winning.

Inch by inch, the metal object worked its way inside of me. He didn’t stop until it popped past my tight ring of muscle and sank all the way in, the base nestling firmly between my cheeks. I shrieked and gasped and cried through the whole thing. Sweet agony shot up and down my spine, aching deep in my core as my clit pulsed.

“Such a good girl,” he soothed, stroking his hand along the curve of my backside. “Such a perfect little ass. Look at you, taking it all the way.”

My face burned.

I couldn’t believe I had done it.

I couldn’t believe my virgin asshole was stretched wide for the very first time around a thick bulbous plug. It burned and the only thing I could think of was him replacing the plug with his cock and fucking me deep.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any more intense, he reached down and turned it on.

“Oh. My. God!” I tried not to yell the words, my body shuddering.

The vibrations were overwhelming. Every nerve ending was alight with sensation, and I couldn’t focus on anythingelse.Then he gripped the base of the plug, pulled it out, and started fucking my poor punished asshole with the vibrating torture toy.

“Fuck,” I gasped.

The plug was big and the feeling of being full was so intense, it was almost too much.

My knees buckled, andthe counter wasthe only thing holding me up. His free hand moved between my legs, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing slow, languorous circles around it.

I cried out, but he didn’t stop.He kept fucking my asshole with the pulsating toy and I tried to deal with the pain and the pleasure, and it was devastating.

“Please,” I moaned, begging him.

“What’s that, baby girl?”

“I need?—”

“Say it,” he growled, pushing the plug back in and grinding his palm against my clit. “Tell Daddy what you need.”

Daddy?

One word. Soft. Dangerous. A quiet, brutal thing that landed with more force than the spanking. More than the threats. More than anything he had done to me so far.

And itwreckedme.

I froze. My breath caught. Every muscle in my body tensed like he just hit a nerve I didn’t even know I had.

I should have been disgusted. I should have told him to fuck off. Laughed. Rolled my eyes. Threw a punch, maybe.

I didn’t call anyone Daddy. I didn’t need someone to take care of me or correct me or hold me in place. I was the storm. I broke things. I didn’t getkept.But the second he said it—low and possessive and unapologetic—my body betrayed me so fast it was humiliating.

Heat surged between my thighs like my naked flesh remembered something my brain hadn’t caught up to yet. My breath came out shaky. My cheeks got hot, not from shame, but from this twisted, awful, perfect pulse of arousal that rolled right through me.

It was wrong.

And yet…

I wanted to hear him say it again.

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