“Fuck.” He groans, a low, desperate sound that makes my pussy twitch in response. “Do you know what those little noises do to me, kitten? The way you whimper and whine? I swear, I’m about to throw tradition out the window and fuck you properly.”
I’m not sure what “tradition” he’s talking about, but if it’s the only thing standing between me andnotgetting my ass fucked then I say screw tradition. Grasping onto that glimmer of hope, I let another soft whimper free. “Ithurts, Daddy.” I put a little extra whine into my voice, which isn’t very hard because it does, indeed, hurt.
“Poor little kitten.” His tone is coated with sweetness when he speaks, a fake sort of sympathy that has goosebumps popping up all over my skin. “My poor, naughty Little girl. Are you regretting your choices yet, little one?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.” I sniffle dramatically for added effect. “I’m sorry, I won’t be naughty again, I swear!”
“Fortunately for both of us, that is one promise you won’t be able to keep. Little girls can’t seem to help themselves. But maybe you’ll think twice for a few days, until the soreness in your poor little hole wears off.”
A second finger joins the first, and there’s even less lubricant now to ease his way. Now my whimpering and whining is all too real, not at all a show as I wriggle and writhe at his touch, unable to resist my futile struggles as he stretches me open in ways I didn’t even know were possible.
I’ve never let a man touch me there. Never wanted a man to touch me there. I assumed it would hurt, and holy fuck, was I right.
But the pain isn’t all pain. As I wriggle, my hips grind against the armchair, adding jolts of pleasure to the mix that have my head spinning. Am I… am I into this? Do Ilikebeing hurt? If anyone had asked me that before I left New York, I would have told them they were crazy.
Now, though… I force the thoughts from my head. Of course I don’t like this. It’s just a natural response to the physical stimulation of my clit. I don’t have to beenjoyingwhat’s happening to me for my body to register that feeling as pleasure. It has nothing at all to do with what Evander is doing to me.
Liar.
The fingers in my ass disappear, and I sigh with relief. But again, that relief is very short-lived. A moment later, his hands grip my hips and he slowly pushes his thick cock into my pussy.
“Don’t worry, little one. Just need some extra lubricant. I don’t want to hurt my little kitten any more than necessary.”
We havewildlydifferent ideas of what “any more than necessary” entails, I’m sure.
He groans again as he fucks me once, twice, three times before pulling his cock free with a sigh. “Two more nights. Just two more nights and then I can fuck this pretty pussy the way you deserve.”
“You could do it now,” I offer, trying to crane my neck to smile up at him.
“There are traditions, kitten. And besides, what kind of Daddy would I be if I neglected your punishment in favor of my own pleasure? Not a very good one at all, I’m afraid.”
It’s all the warning I get before the head of his cock is pushing between my cheeks, splitting me open with slow, deliberate force.
“Daddy, no! It hurts! Take it out, take it out!” I’m crying now, short hiccupping sobs as the pain engulfs me.
“At the risk of sounding cliché, it’s meant to hurt, kitten. This is how naughty Little girls learn to be good girls. The next time you’re tempted to climb out of bed or run from me, you’ll remember this. And you’ll think twice.”
A keening sort of cry is torn from my throat as he continues stretching me, burying his impossibly huge cock in a place no man has ever been before. “I’m sorry! I'm sorry! Please, Daddy, I’m s-sorry!”
“Shhh. I know, kitten. I know. But you need to learn your lesson. Just breathe and relax, and I promise it won’t hurt… too much.”
It seems to take forever for him to finally push all the way inside me. To settle, with every inch of that huge cock in my ass, his balls pressed up against me as he groans again.
“Goddamn, kitten. If I’d known you would feel this good, I’d have fucked your ass when you ran from me the first time. I think this might have to be your punishment every time you run from now on.”
Great. Now I’m going to have to find a way to retrain my fight-or-flight response.
His fingers dig into my hips, an extra bite of pain that draws yet another whimper from my lips as he slowly pulls his cock out of my bottom. I only have a second to enjoy the reprieve before he thrusts forward again. Fucking me. Fucking my ass with deep, hard strokes.
And with every one, my hips rock against the armchair, and more of those little jolts of pleasure mingle with the pain, meld with it, until I can no longer tell one from the other. It hurts, the way his cock scrapes against the sensitive inner walls of my ass, and I vow to myself never to do anything to earn another punishment like this again. But that familiar coil of need is growing tighter and tighter in my core with every punishing stroke. Until the release hanging just out of my reach is almost as painful as his cock pounding into my asshole.
“Daddy… Daddyplease.”
“Tell Daddy what you want, kitten. Use your words.”
A strangled cry pours from my throat as he thrusts harder, faster. “I-I wanna come! Please, Daddy!”
“My filthy Little girl,” he says with a crude laugh even as he slides one hand between my hips and the arm of the chair, his fingers unerringly finding my swollen clit. “Is this what you want, baby? You want Daddy to make you scream while he fills your pretty little ass with his cum?”
