Page 104 of Brat Baby
“Don’t hide your pain from me. I want to hear it. Beg me to stop. Tell me how much it hurts. If you can convince me that you truly are sorry, I might even let you come.” That black tone still fills his words, and my pussy tightens around his dick.
But I do as I’m told and stop trying to contain the pain.
I whimper and moan, cry with wrenching sobs, and manage to get out a few words here and there.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I really am. I promise, I’ll be good. Please stop, it hurts so bad. The m-marks, they burn, Daddy. Pl-please stop.”
But he doesn’t. Instead, he reaches between us, shoves my panties down to my ankles, and then hikes up one of my legs so that my knee rests on the desk and fucks me even deeper.
“No, no, no. Owwwww, my pussy hurts. You’re too big. I can’t, Daddy. Please. It hurts, it hurts. I promise to be good. I’ll be your perfect girl again. Please stop.”
He still doesn’t listen. If anything, he fucks me harder, shifting the desk beneath me with every forceful thrust. All the knickknacks on the tabletop rattle around, and I don’t know if I can take this for much longer.
I open my eyes to try to distract myself. Except, that’s when I see the framed picture, hidden behind books on the shelf next to his desk and angled so that only someone behind the desk can see it.
My drawing.
The one I drew for him at the apartment, with me bent over the spanking bench and him waiting to flog me.
My heart beats heavily and my throat aches.
He still cares.
And if he still cares, that means he must still want me too.
And not just thefuck me against his deskkind of want, either.
Closing my eyes once more, I take a deep breath and try to relax, to help ease into this rather than bracing against it.
Untensing all my muscles as he thrusts into me is difficult, but I fully sag against the table, my foot coming off the ground and just letting his motions rock my body.
It’s like that was exactly what he’s been waiting for because he pulls out, lifts me up and positions me on my back, ass hanging off the edge, before thrusting back in and gathering my ankles in his hands.
“Hold your thighs to your chest,” he growls as he picks up his pace.
I do as I’m told, quickly drawing them back and gasping around the stuffed-full sensation. “Oh fuck, I’m so full, Daddy. My pussy is so stretched.”
This new angle pulls at my clit, bringing a little burn and pull with each slide in.
Derek releases one of my ankles, brings his thumb to his mouth, sucks on it, then lowers it to my clit. “You’ve been so naughty this last week. Flirting in my classroom. Talking back to me on Darcy’s phone. That video call. You’ve been asking for a punishment for over a week.”
I groan and drop my head back against the desk, the lowly simmering heat in my core jumping up as his thumb flicks back and forth over my clit, in time with his thrusts. “I have, Daddy. I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll be good from now on. I’ve learned my lesson.”
“Good girl, baby. I believe you. Come when you’re ready,” he grits out, the harsh edge gone and replaced with the Daddy I’m used to.
He doesn’t ease up with his thrusts or with how he is playing with my clit. My abs tighten with every step I take closer to the edge, heat pooling and spreading throughout my body. My tits ache behind my bra, and I can hear how wet we are together.
“Come on, baby. Come on Daddy’s cock. Nice and loud, give it to me.”
He applies a little more pressure with his thumb, flicking faster, and I’m done. Fireworks explode inside of me, so hot, I’m sure I’m burning from the inside out.
My upper body arches away from the desk, and I let out my moan, not keeping it quiet at all. Derek’s thrusts start to slow, and I wonder if I missed his orgasm, but then he withdraws as aftershocks still pulse through me.
Something falls to the ground, and then I am being picked up from under my arms and dragged off the desk. I fall into Derek and try to stand, skirt still up around my waist, but he puts pressure on my shoulders, causing my shaky knees to collapse beneath me.
I land heavily on my knees, but thankfully I land on something soft. I only get a quick glance down at what I think might be his balled-up jacket before my hair is tugged on and my face is forced up and his dick is shoved into my mouth and the taste of my cum floods my mouth.
“I’m going to come in this filthy little mouth to clean it out. Do not swallow.”
