Page 20 of Sadie's Little Christmas

“Daddy’s going to fuck your bottom. You can make noise if you want to, but I don’t think you want people knowing you’re getting your naughty bottom fucked with ginger root, do you?”

Panting, fighting not to clench since it only made the fire worse, she shook her head.

“Be a good girl, and as soon as we’re done with the ginger, Daddy will use his cock on your pretty kitty instead of making you take that in your bottom, too. Are you going to be good?”

She nodded desperately, sniffling, the fiery hurt already bringing the stinging rush of tears, although the fiery ache in her neglected pussy was far worse than what the ginger was doing.

“One more push and we’ll be all the way in. Ready?”

When she nodded, he double-crossed her. He turned on the wand, bringing it unexpectedly back to life with its heavy rubber head pressing its aggressive hum directly into her clit. She arched with a yelp, and he pushed the ginger root in.

The dildo fell onto the floor, but she was too busy arching, thrashing, and panting to care. She came to the hum of the wand and the stinging fury of the root as it pumped into her, again and again.

“More,” she gasped, heaving at her bonds, fighting their hold in her desperate need to make him fuck her harder. “More! Oh!”

Every inch of her tensed and arched as the wand hummed, and the root pounded, hurting her bottom again and again until the racking spasms of another orgasmic wave ripped through her.

“Daddy, please!” she wailed, head thrown back, straining against her bonds. “Please!”

The root slammed in deep one last time, then he picked up the fallen dildo.

“Does Daddy’s girl need her pussy pounded?”

“Yes!” she begged, beyond caring who might overhear her.

“Hard or soft?”

“Hard!”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Please!” she sobbed. “Daddy, please fuck my pussy hard! Please, Daddy!”

She shouted when he thrust the dildo inside her, a vigorous rhythm right from the very start. She came.

And came.

And burst into tears as she came again, her entire body exalting at the orgasms he wrung from her as he took her—with a pink-glittered penis when his own was still hard as a post and tenting the front of his jeans. He made her come so many times, she couldn’t come anymore, lying there, sobbing as she took it. Loving it, even when all her pussy felt was raw and sore.

It would be hours yet, long after he took her back to his place and laid her down for her nap, leaving her in a blue-and-white painted bedroom before she remembered her mistake.

She’d called him Daddy.

With her pussy, clit, and bottom hole tender and sore and wrapped in that stupid diaper, it was hard to be sorry she’d done it. But she was a little unnerved, especially when she thought about what she’d said, and the heated blossoms of arousal began to unfurl once more.

Apparently, she liked being Daddy’s girl.

Apparently, she had a tiny bit of a Little side after all.

Unlike Derek, though, she had no control over it. She had no control over herself.

That scared her.

Lying on her tummy in bed, sucking the pacifier he’d put in her mouth before leaving her to nap in peace, she pulled Spankles closer and made up her mind. No matter what, she could not—would not—let herself lose control again.

No matter what.

Chapter 5

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