Page 56 of Punish Me, Daddy

I cried out, a hoarse, primal moan that seems to echo in the cavernous bathroom. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My head fell forward, my eyes closed, and all I could do was ride the wave of the most intense, earth-shattering orgasm I’d ever experienced in my life.

It was incredible.

Overwhelming.

Perfect.

When I finally opened my eyes, Nikolai was staring down at me, his expression dark, his eyes hooded.

“That’s averygood girl,” he purred, and a little shiver of pleasure rolled through me.

Looking over my shoulder, I watched his face as he slowly pulled the plug free from my ass. The ache was cruel, painful, and I couldn’t help but squirm a little. He just smiled, set the plug aside, and turned back to me.

“Time for a bath,” he offered, his tone a little lighter now.

The command was still there, though, still heavy and demanding.

He guided me into the bathtub with one strong hand on my hip, his touch somehow firm and gentle all at once, but I didn’t want to obey. Not yet.

So I resisted.

Not enough to break free. I couldn’t. I knew that he was infinitely stronger than I was, and his grip was already so tight. Yet I didn’t move when he stopped at the edge of the tub, and I allowed the resistance to ripple through me, a little reminder that I was still here. I was still myself, and he wasn’t the only one who was dangerous.

He noticed.

Of course he did.

His grasp tightened, and his jaw flexed. I could see the darkness flickering behind his eyes, but it wasn’t enough to scare me. I wouldn’t let it.

“Do you want to make this harder on yourself, little girl?” His voice was darkly quiet, and my heart thumped once, twice, too hard.

“Maybe,” I countered recklessly. A tiny bit unsure.

“Are you sure about that?”

I didn’t answer.

“Then Daddy will give you what you need,” he said, the words soft, but full of frightening promise.

Before I could process that, though, his hands moved, quick and decisive, wrapping around my waist and hauling me over the lip of the tub.

I cried out as the cold marble met my skin, his hands moving to flip me over. He pinned me there, stomach flat against the tub, the cool surface a shock to my bare skin.

“You want to be a brat?”

I stayed silent, just waiting to see what he was going to do.

He didn’t answer either, just grabbed the large plug again and roughly shoved it back into my ass, no lubricant this time, and no mercy. He pumped it in and out of my poor backside several times. I keened and moaned as the movements reawakened the soreness deep within me once again. He kept going, fast and hard, and soon I was writhing and bucking my hips as my clit thrummed to life once more.

“You’re a greedy little slut,” he muttered.

“No, please,” I whined, even though I couldn’t stop my hips from grinding into the tub.

“Your body wants it, little girl. It wants Daddy to punish your ass. Don’t deny it.”

“Daddy,” I whimpered, too embarrassed to say it out loud.

“Are you sorry for being a bad girl?”

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