Page 55 of Punish Me, Daddy

“Please what?”

“Please give me a bath… Daddy.”

He groaned, and his fingers were suddenly on my clit, circling, teasing, stroking, and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped me.

“Good girl.”

His hands moved from between my legs, and he found the base of the plug once more. My knees trembled, and my stomach lurched. I didn’t know what he was going to do next and that made me nervous.

“Relax,” he whispered, his voice soothing and calm.

But it was impossible. It was so big, and my bottom hole was so sore. My heart pounded like a drum in my chest, my breath was shaky, and my entire body still hummed from the orgasms he forced out of me earlier.

He gave the plug a tug, and I hissed, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls. His ensuing laugh was low, rough, and wicked.

“You’re a very naughty little girl, aren’t you? Your poor little bottom hole is so sore and yet you’re still so greedy. Maybe youwanta punishment fucking, hmm?”

“No, please,Dadddddyyyy,” I whimpered.

“Maybe you’d like me to keep fucking this naughty little hole with the plug,” he murmured, pumping the toy into my asshole and driving me out of my fucking mind.

His free hand wound around my throat, fingers pressing lightly against the side, and a shudder rippled through me.

“Don’t worry, little girl. Daddy will decide for you. Now, be a good girl and spread your legs for me.”

My pulse hammered and I swore it must have been loud enough to echo throughout the room.

But I obeyed.

“Wider,” he commanded, his voice like gravel.

I spread my legs and moaned as the plug was roughly fucked in and out of my ass, and I couldn’t help the way my hips rocked back, meeting his every thrust.

“Does that hurt, little girl?”

I nodded.

“Use your words, bad girl,” he demanded.

“Yes,” I gasped.

I couldn’t help it as my hips bucked, and when he found my clit with his other hand, I was lost.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

“Say please, Daddy, please make me come,” he growled, the raspy edge of his voice betraying the control he was trying so hard to maintain.

“Please,” I mewled.

“Tell Daddy you need it.”

“I do, Daddy. Please. Please, make me come.” I was begging him, and the sound of my own voice made me cringe.

He chuckled, amused by my response, and fucked the plug in and out of my asshole, harder, rougher, faster.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

Finally, the orgasm hit.

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