Page 48 of Punish Me, Daddy

Instead, he pulled out the plug inside of me and replaced it with a much larger one, this time slickened with the lube I’d hearddispensed a moment ago. He pushed the much thicker toy inside my ass, forcing it inside me and spreading my poor hole far too wide. I tried to stay quiet, but I couldn’t help the piteous cry that escaped me. It was too much. Too big. It hurt so much.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispered, running his hands along my sides, soothing the tremors. “Relax. Take it. Daddy’s not taking it out untilyou’re a very sore and sorry little girl.”

Fuck.

This couldn’t be happening.

How could this be happening?

“Look at you, stretched so wide,” he crooned, as he pulled my ass cheeks wide open so he could just look.

He grasped the base of the plug, pushed it deeper, and I cried out as my thighs trembled from the pain.

“Does that hurt, little girl?”

“Yes,” I whispered hoarsely.

“Good.”

He let go of the plug, leaving me impaled, and reached between my legs, finding my clit again. He circled his fingers over the sensitive bundle of nerves, teasing me, taunting me, and then he pulled his hand away.

I cried out through the pleasure/pain, trying to take what he was giving me and feeling very sorry for myself, all while I was the most turned on I’d ever been in my life.

I couldn’t focus.

I couldn’t think.

All I could do wasfeel.

Feel the thick plug stretching me open. Feel his fingers moving over my clit. Feel the cool air against my pussy, soaked and dripping with arousal.

Without warning, he pressed two fingers inside my pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” I wailed.

My body fought him, and my fingers clamped around the front edge of the counter so much that my knuckles turned white.

“You’reso tight, little girl,” he murmured. “Icanbarely fit two fingers in there. Are you going to be able to take Daddy’s cock when the time comes?”

The thought of him inside of me like that made my stomach drop.

He pumped his fingers, his palm slapping against the base of the toy, forcing it into a sort of fucking motion, so that I was being reamed in both holes. I quickly became afraid of the orgasm that was waiting in the wings because it was going to be shamefully hard.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, unable to help myself.

He chuckled and kept fucking me with his fingers. He added a third and the stretch was intense, but the pleasure was even more so.

“That’s a good girl,” he praised. “Take Daddy’s fingers in that sweet little cunt.”

Why did that sound so good?

I was close. So fucking close.

My legs started trembling. My chest was heaving. I was so full. So deliciously, torturously full. It hurt and I liked it, and I wanted it to stop and I didn’t want it to stop.

“You’re going to come hard for Daddy, aren’t you, naughty girl?”

He fluttered his fingers, brushing against the sensitive spot inside me, and I shuddered.

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