Page 59 of Daddy's Laws

Chuckling, he nipped at her bottom, which only made her want more. “You’re just as delicious as I remember. But I want to feel you come with my cock in that pretty bottom, so you’re going to need to be a little more patient, princess.”

“Then would you fuck me already? Please,” she amended with a gasp when he swatted her swollen, exposed pussy.

“What did I say about manners, little girl? If I have to take you back inside and warm your naughty little bottom, you won’t be allowed to come for a full twenty-four hours. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.” And she was, at least enough for her apology to sound sincere. Mostly she was sorry he was torturing her, but she wasn’t about to share that information with him.

“Good girl. I’m going to take the plug out now, baby.”

Even with the warning, she jumped slightly when the tips of his fingers passed over her sensitized skin to grip the base of the plug. All her focus went to the slight burn and pinch as the widest part of the plug stretched her almost to the point of pain again. And then it slid from her, leaving her feeling oddly empty.

“Stay right there, princess. I’ll be right back.”

Panic sent her heart racing. He couldn’t just leave her there! What if someone saw her? Tilting her head, she listened for voices, laughter, but all she could hear was the soothing sound of the ocean.

“Good girl.” His praise washed over her and she relaxed, warmth blossoming in her chest. It surprised her how much she craved those words from him, as if her world was slightly off its axis until he spoke them.

“Ready, baby?” The thick head of his cock pressed against her bottom hole and she instinctively clenched before forcing her muscles to relax.

“Yes, Daddy.”

A strong breeze teased at her hair and sent her skirt fluttering around her legs, and she was suddenly, intimately reminded of how exposed they were. Shame and excitement tangled together inside of her, heightening every other sensation until she thought she might implode with need.

Closing her eyes behind the blindfold, she focused on him. The scent of him dancing on the breeze, the pressure of his fingers digging into her hips as he held her still. The sound of his strained breaths met her ears as he pushed inside her, stretching her beyond what the plug had prepared her for.

With a soft whimper, she tightened her hold on the railing and focused on allowing him in. It hurt, more than she cared to admit, but she didn’t stop him. She craved the pain. Something inside of her welcomed every bit of it, even reveled in the burn of his cock scraping those sensitive inner walls as he forced her bottom to accept him.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered, his voice a soft caress over her exposed skin. “Such a good little princess, taking Daddy’s cock in your bottom. Almost there, baby.”

“Daddy,” she whined, dropping her head and panting while he pushed those last few inches inside of her.

When he was fully settled, he paused to give her time to adjust. Bit by bit, the pain faded, leaving her with only an odd, slightly uncomfortably full feeling.

And then he shifted, and she felt the cool silkiness of his dress pants against her thighs. There was something about knowing they were both fully clothed, completely out in the open while he debased her in the most intimate way possible that sent a thrill racing through her.

“Daddy, please.”

“Please what, princess?” He rocked his hips slightly, teasing her already sensitive nerve endings. “Tell Daddy what you want.”

Was there anything more humiliating than being forced to voice your darkest needs out loud? And was there anything sexier than knowing how your man craved your humiliation, your debasement? That your shame would feed his own need?

If there was, she had never experienced it.

“Fuck my bottom, Daddy. Hard.”

The fingers on her hips tightened as he pulled back again, drawing his cock out of her until only the tip remained before pushing back into her. Pain melded with pleasure and her gasp of surprise was lost to the roar of the ocean.

He did as she’d asked, fucking her hard but slow so she felt each and every inch as he thrust inside of her, a primal claiming unlike any she’d ever experienced. And when he slipped a hand around in front of her, his clever fingers stroking and teasing her up to the peak of desire, she wondered for a moment if she was going to survive the onslaught of sensation.

Then the world fractured, razor sharp pleasure exploding inside of her, scraping her raw from the inside out. Her mind barely registered the feel of his cock swelling inside of her, his hot, sticky seed filling her.

They stayed there for what felt like an eternity, joined together as their pleasure sank into their bones and their ragged breaths evened out.

“Come here, princess. Let’s get you cleaned up and into bed.”

“Mmmm, ‘kay.”

Limp as a noodle, she let herself be scooped up, a move he no doubt regretted when his knees buckled and he stumbled into the bedroom. Giggling at his mumbled stream of swearing, she dropped her head to his shoulder.

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