When I was done, I dropped the belt and ran my finger along her swollen slick entrance, up to her tight back hole. Cheryl’s entire body blossomed in a sheen. My dick was painfully hard and I groaned inwardly at how sexy her cherry red ass was. I rubbed her clit with the ginger root and then tugged it out, replacing the emptiness inside her with my finger.
She was hot, very hot. I knew she would melt the coconut oil, and I smeared a large dollop into her welcoming heat. Her little puckered hole flexed at the new sensation, and my middle finger quickly followed the melting coconut oil.
Cheryl moaned and arched her back. “Oh, it feels so good, Daddy, so very good.” She had lost all restraint and relaxed as I massaged her inner walls, preparing her to take my cock. When she was ready, I pressed the head just inside and felt her squeeze.
I spanked her pussy, and she gasped and unclenched immediately. “Listen, the more you squeeze and fight, the harder it will be. Now be a good girl and relax.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she panted.
I slid my big head past her tight ring of muscle and stayed still, giving her time to acclimatize to my size. “It’s too big... I can’t.”
That was her fear speaking, but her body told another story. I reached around and tweaked one of her pebbled nipples while using my thumb to play with her clit. She pushed back, and my cock slid further inside.
She screamed, then grunted with the pressure. I gently tapped her clit and pressed a ginger-slicked finger deep inside, hitting her G-spot, and that was all it took. Both tunnels were hot from the ginger, one from the root itself and the other from my fingers. Now she needed friction to ease the burning.
I brought her to orgasm as she pushed back, fully seating me. She moaned in a low, guttural way. I fucked her tight, hotass and played with her wet pussy, bringing her over the edge repeatedly.
Cheryl was a mess, and after a few minutes of exquisite torture, all I had to do was pinch her nipples, and she came all over my fingers. “You’re such a good girl. That’s it, baby, take Daddy’s cock.” Spurred on by my words, she rode me with her gorgeous red ass, having multiple orgasms. I vaguely thought I needed to think of new punishments because she enjoyed this way too much.
When I was ready, I took over. The pace of the last dozen strokes was hard and fast. As I filled her ass with my seed, one word dominated my thoughts...mine.
Chapter 7
Do not fight it, allow it to take you exactly where you need to go.
Cheryl
Holy hell, where do I begin? The ginger... at first, the heat drove me mad, like an itch I couldn’t scratch. Being in the corner was pure torture. But when the leather smacked down on the ginger, a new experience soaked my senses, and I wanted it—wanted the heat to meet and dance with the fire building inside me.
I was riding the edge between sanity and madness, wanting to tip over and never come back. My senses had been so overwhelmed that I screamed and babbled incoherently, hoping Gabriel didn’t think I was a whack job. If this was punishment, then don’t stop! Nothing mattered except Gabriel, the magic man, the way he owned me, possessed me, made me want to cry happy tears.
I could let go, and I did. I free-floated through the most amazing sex of my life, and the experience left me a gooey puddle of endorphins. When Gabriel pulled out, he sent me back to the corner, and here I was, processing my punishment.
It felt like hours, but glancing at the analog clock over the fireplace, I could see I’d been there for exactly five minutes. Gabriel called me from the corner. I floated until he pulled me between his legs like I imagined a caring daddy would, and I felt tears well in my eyes.
“Are you repentant, naughty brat? Will you follow my orders?”
There were so many things I wanted to say. I wanted to drop to my knees and beg him never to leave me, never to discard me like my parents had. I wanted to be his girl, his naughty brat, forever, but I could barely string two coherent words together.
My frustration led to more tears. “Yes, Sir. Yes, Daddy. I will do whatever you say, forever.” There. I dropped a bomb and watched to see if he would freak out at my confession. Instead, he let out a low growl and pulled me onto his lap.
“That’s right, Cheryl, you’re mine now. I have marked you, and I want you with me always. You’re my baby girl.” Those were the words I needed to hear. Years of longing to be free and loved had finally brought me to his doorstep. Gabriel was my Daddy Dom and would be forever. I laugh-cried into his shirt as he held me in his tight embrace, feeling safe for the first time in my life.
“Come on, baby, I have a surprise for you, but first, let’s get you some water. You need to hydrate.” He released me and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, holding it to my lips. I sipped until half was gone, and he seemed satisfied.
He scooped me up and carried me to a door beside the bathroom. Earlier, I had noted with disappointment that it only contained a sink and a toilet. When Gabriel opened the door, arush of hot air hit me in the face. This wasn’t the night air I had been feeling on my skin. “What is this place?”
Above us, a twinkling night sky enveloped us, seeming far too close overhead to be real stars. “This is your surprise.” He put me down and lit a few lanterns. I saw that we were enclosed in some type of vast, dark tent. Small holes in the top allowed in moonlight, creating the false sky effect. It was ingenious. A vast Japanese tub sat in the center of the covered outdoor space. A tiki bar completed the furnishings.
“Wow, this is awesome, but if I get in, I may never leave.” It was a joke, of course, but Gabriel seemed to take it as a sign.
“Would you like that, my little brat, to stay here, just the two of us?” I thought about it. Could I stay in a place like this indefinitely?
“How would we eat?”
Gabriel smiled. “Let’s get in the tub, and I’ll paint you a picture of what your life could be like.” I leaned back against Gabriel while he lazily ran his hands over my body with some type of organic soap that wouldn’t harm the environment and smelled heavenly.
“We could grow a big garden and make a hothouse for the winter. I could hunt, and once a month, we could go to town for essentials. During the day, we could play, ride ATVs, and go on horseback rides if you’re into that. I would cook for you and feed you. Then, at night... well, at night, I would fuck you until you begged me to stop.” It sounded heavenly but a little too rustic for my taste.
