Now that the worst of the pain has faded, the needy thrum between my thighs is making itself known.
Am I ready for more? No. But do Ineedmore?
Absolutely.
I need him to hurt me, to take me to breaking point and hold me there until I have no choice but to surrender every piece of myself, body and soul to this cruel, depraved man. So even though I'm not sure I’ll ever be ready for him and his sadistic ways, I force myself to nod.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m ready.”
Hunger dances in his eyes as he pushes two fingers inside me.
Two fuckingfreezingfingers.
My mind goes blank as my body struggles to adapt to the new sensation. It hurts, but not so much I can’t handle it. More, it’s just confusing. I mean, I know doctors are known for having cold hands but his hands are beyond just cold. It’s almost as if…
A low rumbling sound washes over me and I realize he's laughing as he fucks me with his icy fingers. “Something wrong, sunshine?”
“C-cold.”
“Mmm. I’ve been wondering how you’d respond to different temperatures and since your Uncle Maxwell was so nice as to provide me with a glass of ice water, it seemed like the perfect time to test things out.”
Ice. Son of a bitch.
With his two fingers still buried inside me, he presses the opposite thumb against my clit and again my mind fractures at the intense cold. Pain and pleasure swirl inside me, each fighting for dominance. As his fingers warm, pleasure takes the lead, but pain is still there, the dull ache in my breasts, the fading intensity of his icy skin on mine.
Surrendering to both, I let myself be taken under. Let myself be swept away on this sea of sensation. And I’m close, so close to being completely overcome when he pulls his fingers away.
Whimpering quietly, I raise my hips, a silent plea for more. Daddy slides his arms under my thighs and with one quick, sharp jerk, brings me to the edge of the table, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
“I thought about fucking your pretty bottom.” His tone is almost conversational, save for the tightness about it, a tightness that tells me he’s on as edge as I am right now. “I fantasized about bending you over and showing our new family how well you take me there, without any lubricant to ease my way. I wanted to hurt you, Camilla, so I could show everyone what a good girl my filthy little baby is.”
Buried inside me, his dark gaze clashes with mine as his fingers dig into the fleshy skin of my thighs. “But I was told there are traditions to be upheld, so here we are. Someday soon,though, you’re going to take me just like that. And you’re going to enjoy every second of it, aren’t you my sweet Camilla?”
The lie trembles on my tongue. But what’s the point? He knows me, even better than I know myself it seems. So I meet his gaze head on, and give him the truth.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Those words seem to snap something inside him. Need flares in his eyes and he pulls back, only to slam forward again, fucking me with such ferocity I can only dig my fingertips into the cool wood beneath me as I cry out. Fresh pain, fresh pleasure, both so overwhelming I can barely think through them, flood my body.
So I stop trying to. And I surrender myself to my Daddy.
Just as I shatter, sharp needles of pain stab at my breasts and I come screaming. Sobbing and begging wordlessly for mercy as I am undone. All I know is sensation, and all I can do is take it as he continues to force more and more of it on me with every thrust.
“One more, my beautiful girl. One more.”
My body betrays me, need once more coiling tight in my lower belly as he fucks me relentlessly. And this time when I shatter, he joins me, burying himself as deeply inside me as he can go, his groans joining with a chorus of pleasure around us.
And as I lay there, my ears ringing, my body aching, my mind utterly splintered, I slowly become aware of the others around us. I’d all but forgotten about them, my entire being so focused on my Daddy and our pleasure.
But now, awareness creeps in, and embarrassed heat creeps into my cheeks. With a quiet moan, I lift my hands to cover my face, but I’m stopped by someone gripping my wrist and holding me still.
Instinctively, I look to see who it is. Uncle Max, a warm, satisfied smile on his face, rubs his thumb over the inside of mywrist. “You don’t need to hide from us, sweetheart. We’re family now.”
And with that, he lifts his free hand to my mouth. A pearlescent sort of liquid coats his fingers, but I’m still too shaken by what’s just happened to me to understand what it is.
“Open up, sunshine. Our family has another gift for you.”
Obediently, I let my mouth fall open. And when Uncle Max pushes his fingers between my lips, I realize what that substance was on his skin.
