All I can do is shudder and squeeze, aching for release, as he pours his into me.
“You took your first bottom-fucking very well, little girl,” he says, sighing with satisfaction as his cock begins to wilt within me. He pulls away, leaving me sore and aching and open… but not for long. I cry out when I feel a plug pushing inside me.
It doesn’t hurt nearly as much as his cock had, but I am so sore there that it is uncomfortable, even though it settles into its spot far more easily than any previous plug. Daddy’s cock has stretched my tight little hole enough for the plug to easily slip into place.
Several tears blot the wood beneath my cheek on the desk and I pant for breath as he pats my bottom, affectionately rather than in a punishing manner. My mind is reeling as much as my body.
Something about having the Duke in my bottom made it easier for me to submit to him, to think of him asDaddyinstead of the Duke. It’s so wrong. It is one thing to have to call him that out loud, per my contract, another to think it in my own mind.
“Make sure she eats a good supper. You can put her in the bed for tonight,” he tells Nanny.
“Yes, Your Grace. Up on your feet, Betty. Don’t make me encourage you to move.”
My legs are wobbly, but I manage to stand and meekly follow Nanny out the door of his study. The plug aches in my freshly fucked bottom. Everything about my bottom hurts, inside and out.
I turn to sneak a peek at the Duke as I exit, which is when I realize he is watching me go. His gaze catches mine and he smiles.
I feel like a mouse, and the barn cat just smiled at me.
It takes my breath away.
Ducking my head, I scurry out into the hall, my heart pounding. There is just something about him that draws me, despite everything he just put me through.
The evening goes very much the way it did before. Supper, two enemas, a bath, and then Nanny puts me to bed. My poor bottom is still sensitive. The soapy enema was extra itchy and terrible, but I bore it, because I could not imagine being spanked again after everything my bottom had already endured today.
The bath is as tortuous as the one the night before. The lingering arousal I had from the Duke fucking my bottom – and I cannot stop thinking about it which does not help the situation – flares as Nanny focuses her attentions on my breasts and pussy, teasing my sensitive bits to needy arousal but without letting me climax.
She binds my hands to the headboard, my wrists wrapped in leather cuffs that are attached to the spindles before leaving the bedroom. I am happy to be in the bed rather than the crib.
Am I a bit disappointed that the Duke does not stop in before she puts me to bed?
Perhaps a bit.
Not that I would admit it to anyone.
As with my nap, I fall asleep quickly.
It is the feel of someone beside me that wakes me in the middle of the night. The scent of whisky and cigars wreathesthrough my nose as the hem of my nightgown is lifted. I squeak, trying to reach for them, having forgotten that my hands are bound to the headboard.
“Hush, little girl.” It’s the Duke’s voice. I recognize it even in the darkness. “It’s just Daddy.”
His hands close around my breasts and I moan in response, my body immediately coming alight with reawakened need. Thumbs rasp over my rapidly hardening nipples, his fingers kneading my soft breast flesh. My eyes are adjusting to the darkness in the room, enough to see his silhouette as he bends down to take one of my nipples into his hot, warm mouth and I let out a keening noise as the pleasure stabs through me.
With my bottom wrapped in the soft diaper, squirming is not as painful as it might have been otherwise.
The Duke sucks and nibbles on my nipples, switching back and forth between them, pinching and twisting whichever one is not in his mouth. I mewl, squirming beneath him, my need growing.
“Please, Daddy, I need to come,” I beg, my voice a mere whisper in the darkness.
“Not until I say so, sweetheart,” he replies, false sympathy filling his tone.
I moan, arching my back as he redoubles his efforts on my breasts, tormenting me with the pleasurable sensations.
When he finally moves away, he undoes my diaper, and hope flares up… only to be disappointed when his head settles between my thighs. My legs are draped over his shoulders, his hands coming up to cover my breasts again, as his tongue begins to explore my pussy.
It’s double the torment of before as he licks and nibbles, fondling my breasts while he teases the neediest part of me but doesn’t give me what I need to go over the edge. I beg, plead, moan, and whimper, but he is playing with me for his ownenjoyment. Still, he does not punish me nor tell me to hush, and I cannot stop the words spilling from my lips anyway as the need compels me to do whatever I can to assuage it. The bed creaks as my arms try to move. Even though I am entirely helpless, I cannot help myself.
Finally he lifts his mouth from my pussy and slides upward. My legs fall down from his shoulders and into the crooks of his elbows as he positions his cock at the entrance of my needy pussy. I am so wet and slick and needy that he easily fills me with one hard thrust that has me arching and crying out with pleasure at being filled.
