Sadistic bastard.
I keep that thought to myself. After the strapping I got for calling Uncle Max an asshole, I have no desire to see how bad things can get for me if I start calling my Daddy nasty names.
But I do allow myself an aggravated huff. “Nothing’s wrong.”
I’m lying, of course. So much is wrong. Ever since Juju pitched me her plan to smuggle me back to New York, it’s been all I can think about. And the more I think about it, the more conflicted I feel.
I can’t tell Daddy that, of course. Not only would he lock me away somewhere to be sure I couldn’t escape, I have no doubt he’d call Uncle Jasper and tattle. And no matter how conflicted I’m feeling about my own role in our plan, I refuse to get my friend in trouble.
Unfortunately for me, my lie isn’t going to earn me any relief for the ache between my things. A fact that is confirmed when Daddy sighs and begins spanking me all over again.
It doesn’t hurt, not really. There’s a tiny bit of a sting, more than the first time but still nowhere near the burning pain of a punishment spanking. The pain is just enough to fuel the already unbearable inferno between my thighs.
I try to stay still and quiet this time. Maybe if he thinks this spanking isn’t actually affecting me the way he intended, he’ll think of some other way to interrogate me.
But I can only control my reactions for so long. It only takes a dozen or so swats for my body to take over, my hips pressing against his thighs, grinding my swollen clit against the denim of his jeans in a desperate bid for release.
“None of that, little doll,” Daddy scolds, landing several hard swats to the backs of my thighs. “Daddy decides when you get to come, not you.”
“Please, Daddy! I need to come! It hurts!”
“Aww. Poor little doll.” His voice drips with fake sympathy that, for reasons I cannot fathom, only make me ache for him more. The spanking once again pauses, and Daddy slides his fingers into my wet, aching pussy. “Does your sweet little cunt need Daddy’s cock inside it, little one? Does your poor little clitty need Daddy’s attention?”
“Yes, Daddy! Please, please, Daddy.”
“Tell Daddy what’s been bothering you, and you can have all the orgasms your body can take. And then some.”
God, it’s tempting. At this point, I would do almost anything to end this torment.
But what can I say without implicating Juliet?
Because nothing comes to mind, I just shake my head again. “N-nothing is wrong, I swear.”
“You’re lying to me, Isabella. And I’m going to warn you now, I am quickly losing patience for your lies.”
This time when the spanking begins again, the swats are distinctly harder, closer to what I’m used to when I’m being punished. I welcome the pain, the cleansing I know it will bring when it finally becomes more than I can take and shatters the heavy weight sitting on my chest.
I have no idea how long I lay over his lap, alternating between being spanked and being teased. All I know is that I’m in agony of the most delicious kind, and that I might actually die if I don’t get some kind of relief soon.
The final round that breaks me are a series of punishing spanks delivered directly to my sit-spots. That area is so sensitive and I’m already so sore and on edge, I finally cave.
“I miss New York!” I scream at last. “I just miss my home!”
Daddy’s hand comes to rest on my heated bottom, gently cupping one cheek then the other. “I thought we were past this, Isabella.”
There’s such sadness in his tone, it threatens to shatter my heart. “We are! Or, we were. I just… lately I’ve been missing it more.” I still refuse to tell him about Juliet or her plan, and I can only hope that what I have told him is enough to pacify him for now.
“Thank you for telling me the truth, little doll. Tomorrow, we’ll talk more and see if we can’t come up with a solution. For tonight, however…”
Once again, his fingers are on me. Inside me. Only now, his touch isn’t slow and teasing. Firm and demanding, he shoves me straight over the edge of oblivion, pleasure shattering me from the inside out as my screams echo around the room.
I’m still shaking from that first orgasm when he flips me onto the bed and all but dives between my thighs. My mind goes blank, overcome by need as he feasts, tongue and teeth and those clever fingers driving me to the brink again. Shattering me, again.
Just as he promised, he gives me as much pleasure as my body can take. And when I’m begging him to stop, insisting I cannot possibly take any more, he gives me more.Demandsmore of me than I think I can give, and yet, somehow, my body obeys.
By the time he presses his thick cock inside me, I’m boneless, mindless. When I whimper at the invasion, he lowers himself onto his elbows on either side of my head, caging me in as he presses a gentle kiss to my forehead.
“You were so good for me, Isabella. My beautiful, precious little doll. Now you’re going to lie right there and take me. You’re not going to move or make a sound while Daddy fucks this tight little pussy. Nod once if you understand.”
