Josie
Pain radiates through my body as Daddy’s fingers dig into my aching ass. But before I can do more than issue a whining protest, something wet presses against my forbidden hole.
“Daddy!”
His chuckle vibrates against my asshole and humiliation floods my veins. There is no possible way this is happening. Being publicly spanked and fucked was bad enough, butthis?
Worse, there’s no escape. Even if I ever had a hope of overpowering him, of somehow twisting free of his grasp, there’s no such hope with my arms bound to my back this way. Groaning, I bury my face in a pillow, desperate to hide from the humiliation of having my ass tongue-fucked by a man I thought was dead up until a couple days ago.
But that’s not the worst of it. Themosthumiliating part of this is how my pussy clenches emptily with every probing touch of his tongue.
Traitorous bitch.
Pain and pleasure meld together, no longer two separate sensations, but one overwhelming swell that threatens to drown me. And then my hips are moving of their own accord, lifting, pressing my asshole more firmly against his tongue as he continues to feast.
“My dirty Little girl,” he says with a deep, rumbling laugh that seems to vibrate straight down to my very soul. “You like it when Daddy eats your pretty little asshole, don’t you, baby?”
“No.” But my whining protests only earn me another laugh.
“Little liar.” The mattress shifts and then he’s on top of me, his thick cock pushing into my throbbing pussy. “Someday soon, Daddy’s going to fuck you here.” His thumb presses against my bottom hole, pushing past that tight ring of muscle as he fucks me with slow, deep thrusts. I struggle, but between the ropes and the weight of him pinning me to the bed, I’m stuck.
Trapped.
Helpless.
His.
“Maybe when you’ve been extra naughty,” he continues, his voice thick with need as he works his thumb and cock in and out of both my holes. “Maybe I’ll whip your poor little bottom with my belt, and when it’s all red and welted and so sore you can barely stand to be touched, that’s when I’ll fuck this pretty little hole.”
Once again, my body betrays me, my pussy fluttering around his thick cock as he fills me over and over.
“Oh, you like the sound of that, don’t you, bug? My filthy, naughty Little girl. You like the idea of Daddy whipping your ass and then filling it with his cum. My dirty, dirty little baby.”
His words as much as his touch shove me over the edge and I come screaming, my pussy clamping down around him as pleasure floods me,drownsme.
“Fuck, Josie,” he groans, his own movements turning frenzied as he fucks me harder, faster, with none of the finesse he began with, his hips snapping against my sore bottom with every movement. “My good fucking girl. Are you ready for Daddy to fill you up, baby?”
Need is once more coiling low in my belly with every frantic thrust. “Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy, please.”
Full. I’m so full, with his thumb in my ass and his thick cock stretching my pussy open. And when pleasure overtakes me the second time, he follows me over, burying himself inside me, pressing himself against my aching ass. The pain only makes the pleasure that much more intense, and my vision goes dark at the edges as it overwhelms me.
Pulling his thumb from me, he collapses on the bed, pulling me into his arms and pressing a kiss to my forehead. “My sweet little bug. God, I’ve fucking missed you.”
Too exhausted for pretense, I snuggle into his chest with a sigh. “I missed you. Every day. I missed you so much, sometimes I wished I’d died with you.”
“Is that why you took my name?”
My heart, battered and bruised as it already is, trips in my chest. “Yes,” I whisper, the word sticking in my throat. “I started writing a couple years after I lost my parents and I was so fuckingalone. I needed a pen name, and I was just so desperate to feel close to you. To get some of what I’d lost back. I-I guess I figured if I couldn’t have my family, I could at least have your name. That’s why I chose Marjorie, too, for my grandmother. It was my way of keeping at least a few of the people I loved close to me.”
A sob rises in my chest and he pulls me close, shushing me softly as I sob. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so fucking sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me. But Daddy’s here now. And you never have to be alone again.”
Josie
I wake still pressed against Daddy’s warm chest, but without the weight of the ropes around me. And even though I know I should, I can’t quite find the strength to peel myself away from him.
But there’s an urgent need making itself known between my thighs, one that has nothing to do with the pleasure he wrung from me before our impromptu nap. I try to ignore it for as long as possible, but soon my shifting and clenching draws his attention and he wakes with a chuckle.
“Josie… do you need to potty, baby?”
