Page 57 of Punish Me, Daddy

“Yes,” I gasped, trying not to clench my sore hole around the plug, but utterly failing. It hurt in a way that was much deeper than a spanking, much more shameful, and I bit my lip, trying to quiet my cries.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, my face flaring with heat as I said the words he wanted to hear.

“You like the way that plug feels in your ass, don’t you?”

I didn’t answer.

He abruptly pulled the plug out, and I couldn’t stop the sob that escaped me, the sound echoing with half-embarrassment and half-relief.

“I’m waiting for an answer,” he growled.

“Daddy—” I whined.

“Answer the question, little girl. OrI’m going to get an even larger plug to punish this naughty little hole with.”

“I like it,” I finally confessed, shame burning my cheeks.

“Good girl.”

He leaned down and kissed my neck.

“Now, we can do this the easy way, or we can do it the hard way.”

His fingers dug into my ass, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from crying out, the soreness blooming and making my entire body shiver.

“Please,” I breathed, but I didn’t know if I was asking him to stop or begging him to continue.

“Tell me you’re sorry,” he murmured.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

He leaned down and kissed the base of my spine and then gently slid the plug back inside me, and I let out a strangled moan, and my hips bucked, searching for relief.

“Oh, God,” I gasped.

“That’s it,” he said, voice like steel and velvet. “Let Daddy take care of you, baby girl.”

“Daddy, no. No! Oh, fuck,” I hollered as the pressure built in my core, hot and urgent.

“Yes,” he growled, his mouth against my ear. “Come for Daddy, baby girl.”

And just like that, without any warning, I came undone.

I shattered in his hands, the climax ripping through me, tearing me apart. My knees went weak, my eyes rolled back, and the only thing holding me up was him and the tub I was pinned against.

He kept playing with my clit, and I couldn’t tell if it was the pain or the pleasure, but the orgasm stretched on and on, seemingly endless, and just when I was afraid that I was going to pass out, he stopped, and the release melted away into a delicious warmth that filled every inch of my body.

When the tremors subsided, he pulled me upright, turned me around, pulled out the plug, and sat me down on top of the toilet before he turned the water on. When the tub was full, he then lifted me back over the side of the tub.

He placed me in the warm water gently, and I let myself sink beneath the surface, eyes closed, savoring the way the heat wrapped around my muscles.

It was almost too much—the warmth on my skin, the steam curling into my lungs, the way the soreness in my thighs and ass intensified and then melted with the water. I exhaled slowly, my body feeling weightless, floating in something that felt suspiciously like peace.

Which was ridiculous, because Nikolai was still there.

I felt him kneeling beside the tub. I kept my eyes shut, not ready to see whatever expression he was wearing. Not ready to breakthis moment where I could pretend that I wasn’t completely unraveling.

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