The forward motion stopped and his hands came to rest on her bottom, gently stroking the scorched flesh. “Do you need to use your safeword, baby?”
Did she? Closing her eyes, she focused on the pain. And there was pain, but it wasn’t more than she could take, and it didn’t feel like anything was actuallywrong.
“N-no, Daddy.”
“You sure, baby? What about lube? Do we need some more?”
“Oh. Am I allowed to ask for that?”
“Of course you can ask, baby. I want to punish you, not cause permanent damage.”
That was good to know. Well, sheknewthat, but it was good to be reminded this punishment was going to hurt but she was going to be okay once it was all over.
Behind her, he shifted, and a moment later she felt the cool splash of lube. And then he was moving again, and she nearly sighed with relief.
“Better, babygirl?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good.” A groan met her ears as he pushed forward, burying himself inside her, the heat of his hips pressing against her welted bottom. “Fucking hell, you feel amazing, Sammie-girl. And your bottom looks so pretty like this, all covered with welts and full of Daddy’s cock.”
His praise washed over her, caressing every inch of her like a physical touch. Whimpering, she pressed her face into the comforter, desperate to smother the sound so she wouldn’t be overheard.
“That’s my good girl.” Sliding his hand over her hip, he rolled the swollen nub of her clit beneath his finger. Pleasure flooded her, boiled in her veins with every stroke of his hand, with every thrust of his hip. “My good fucking baby. You’re taking your punishment so well, Sammie-girl. Can you come for melike this? With your poor little bottom so sore and stuffed with Daddy’s cock?”
Words were beyond her. Pain and pleasure were the only language she knew now, a language she spoke in gasps and whimpers and sobs as he moved inside her.
“Come for me, babygirl. Daddy’s not going to fill this pretty bottom until you come at least once.”
More. She needed more, to push her over that edge he’d brought her so close to. Gripping the comforter, she pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts as he fucked her bottom with slow, sure strokes.
His laughter rumbled in her ear. “Is that what you need, Sammie-girl? Do you need Daddy to fuck your ass hard and fast so you remember who you belong to every time you sit down tomorrow?”
Yes. God, yes.Still unable to form the words, she nodded, frantic jerks of her head she hoped conveyed how badly she needed exactly that.
“As you wish, babygirl.”
And with that, everything about him changed. He was no longer her sweet, if strict Daddy, teaching her a careful lesson. With a fingersnap, he became a feral thing, fucking her,claimingher with such brutal intensity her vision wavered as pain and pleasure melded into one.
Someone screamed. She was vaguely aware of the sound, drowned out as it was by the roaring of her blood in her ears as everything inside her fractured. Shattered. Molten rivers of pleasure flooded her veins, and all she knew was this room, this man who made her feel things she’d long since given up on ever feeling.
“Fuck!” Slamming into her with one final, burning thrust, Dylan collapsed against her, his breaths coming in fast,shuddering gasps as he filled that most forbidden place with his cum.
They lay there just like that for what seemed like hours before he finally pressed a kiss to her shoulder and pulled free of her. “Come on, babygirl. Let’s get you showered and into bed. It’s well past your bedtime.”
“Mmm. Okay, Daddy.”
Floating still, she let herself be led into her shower, where he took his time washing and kissing every inch of her between murmured words of praise.
“You took your punishment so well, baby.”
“My good, good girl. Daddy’s so proud of you.”
“Look at how pretty you are, Sammie-girl, with Daddy’s marks all over you.”
By the time he helped her into a pair of fresh pajamas and into bed, she couldn’t have fought sleep if she’d tried. And for the first time in twenty years, she wondered if falling in love might actually be worth the risks.
Chapter Twenty-Two
