Page 33 of Big Daddy Christmas
“Do you ever wish I was… different?”
The fingers inside her ass stilled. “Different how?”
“I dunno.” Embarrassment welled in her chest, smothering all the other emotions. “Never mind. Forget I asked.”
Two hard swats landed on her oiled ass, and she instinctively clenched at the punishing sting. Which reminded her, rather forcefully, that her bottom was still full of him. “Francesca, I would much rather spend the rest of our night rewarding you rather than punishing you, but my patience only goes so far.”
“That’s what I mean!” The words burst out of her, the acrid taste of them lingering on her tongue. “I’m such a fucking brat that you’re constantly having to punish me. Don’t you get sick of it?”
“Baby. Where’s this coming from?”
“I don’t know. I was just thinking how like, some of the other girls only get fucked this way when they’re in trouble but like, if you did that we’d only ever get to do butt stuff so that’s why you save it for a reward instead and… I guess I just sort of spiraled from there.”
“Francesca, I use this as a reward because I enjoy it and I want you to enjoy it as well. It has nothing to do with how bratty you are.”
“Oh.”
His fingers moved again, stretching her further. “Do you really think I would have married you if I didn’t love every last bit of you, including your bratty side?”
“I guess not.”
“Absolutely not. So put this nonsense out of your head right now, or I will show you the difference between getting your bottom fucked as a reward and getting it fucked as a punishment.”
It never failed to thrill her, the way he could make a threat feel like the darkest kind of temptation. “Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my good girl. Now let’s get this bottom ready for Daddy’s cock.”
Even though it was a reward, she never could quite shake the embarrassment of having his fingers there. Fighting back the waves of it, she buried her face in her arms as he worked her, stretching her until she was ready for him.
“All right, baby. Turn over on your side for me.”
He pulled his fingers from her, leaving her feeling oddly empty as she shifted into position. But when he settled into place behind her, holding her close to him, all she knew was the comfort and protection of her giant Daddy cradling her against his chest. This position never failed to make her feel even smaller than usual compared to him, and more than ever she reveled in how very breakable she felt, all while knowing he would never in a million years truly harm her.
Hooking his hand under her knee, he pulled it closer to her chest, both anchoring her to him and giving him better access to all her most secret parts at the same time. And then the thick head of his cock was pressing against her entrance, and she had to breathe deep, forcing her muscles to loosen for him as he pushed inside her.
“That’s it, baby.” The deep growl of his praise washed over her, sending a delicious little shiver up her spine. “Taking Daddy’s cock in this pretty bottom so well. You’re doing such a good job for me, little siren.”
Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back against his shoulder as he moved inside her. Branding her with the heat of his cock as he stretched her impossibly wide. “Daddy… please…”
Again the bed shook with his laughter. “Such a needy little thing tonight. Tell Daddy what you want, baby.”
God, she hated it when he made her beg. But he loved it, and despite being a brat ninety-nine percent of the time, deep in her soul she wanted nothing more than to please him. “Wanna come. Please, Daddy. Please.”
The hand gripping her knee loosened to travel up the inside of her thigh to where she burned for him. “So wet for Daddy,” he murmured in her ear as he ran a single thick finger through her dripping slit. Behind her, he flexed his hips, driving deeper into her bottom with a delicious burn. “My pretty babygirl loves getting her bottom fucked. Don’t you, baby?”
Another thing she hated, confessing to exactly how much she enjoyed the way he hurt her. But his fingers were doing an excellent job of distracting her from her own humiliation. Arching back against him, she impaled herself fully on his cock with a gasp. “Yes, Daddy.”
“My good girl. Come for me, baby. I want you to come with your bottom full of Daddy’s cock, and then I want you to come again. Until all you know is the pleasure I give you.”
Thank fuck he wasn’t going to make her wait for permission. These were her favorite scenes, when he simply showered her with pleasure without demanding anything in return. Even with the bite of pain from his short, shallow thrusts inside her bottom, this night was about her. Her reward, her pleasure, her healing.
And so she surrendered herself to it. To him. Let his magic fingers work her into a frenzy while he whispered his filthy praise in her ears.
Until she was writhing against him, her body flush and slick with need as she whined and whimpered her way toward release. “Daddy, please. Please.”
His lips brushed over her shoulder, a move so tender it made her heart stutter in her chest even as her clit throbbed with need. “Tell Daddy what you want, baby. Use your words.”
“Harder.” Lifting her arm over her head, she pressed herself more tightly against him as she sank her fingers into his hair. “Faster. More. Hurt me, Daddy.”
