Page 54 of Punish Me, Daddy

I couldn’t.

He walked in front of me, his chest rising and falling, his hand dropping to his belt like it was nothing. I glanced down and saw that he was hard.

Sohard.

“Go on,” he growled, voice deep, seductive, dark. “You’re going to ask Daddy for a bath now.”

I swallowed, straightening my spine.

“And if I don’t?” I asked quietly.

He leaned down, his lips just grazing the shell of my ear.

“Then Daddy will take out that plug and fuck that tight little hole until his cum drips from that defiant little ass.”

Fuck.

He reached out, running his fingertips down my side.

I could feel the heated flush creeping up my neck to my face. I knew he could feel the goosebumps rising beneath his touch. His fingers continued down the curve of my waist, lower, until they found the base of the plug, and he grasped it gently.

Pulled.

Pushed.

A slow, steady pump that left me gasping for air as pain and pleasure sizzled through my limbs like a lick of fire to kindling.

My breath hitched.

He chuckled softly and pressed a gentle kiss against my neck.

His other hand reached down, cupping the bare flesh between my thighs, his fingers sliding through the mess there, gathering it up to circle my clit. My legs very nearly collapsed beneath me, but he let go of the plug and wrapped his arm around my waist to steady me.

“Ask Daddy for your bath, baby girl, or you’re going to get a punishment ass fucking that is going to make you scream so loud they’ll hear it on the first floor.”

Damn.

Why did that turn me on so much?

Why did this whole thing make me wet and needy and desperate for his hands on my body again?

“Do you need your bottom hole punished, naughty girl? Do you need Daddy’s cock in your virgin ass?”

No.

Yes.

Fuck.

“Ask me, baby girl,” he growled. “Or it happens now.”

He grabbed the plug again and started roughly fucking my bottom with it, leaving me helpless to imagine his big cock sinking inside me, punishing me, possessing me.

“This is your last warning. I won’t be gentle, baby girl. I’ll fuck that sore red ass so hard there will be pretty little tears dripping down your beautiful face as you come for me, over and over again, until you can’t come for me anymore.”

His words made my body shudder.

“Please,” I whispered.

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