Pain explodes across my ass, bringing fresh tears to my eyes. “Naughty baby.Daddydecides when and how you get fucked. Not you.”
“Y-yes, Daddy,” I gasp as he swats me again. “I’m sorry!”
“Good girl.” Fingers digging into my hips, he moves, fucking my ass with slow, shallow strokes of his cock. Every movement is fresh agony, but I don’t care. I want more.
I want all of him.
“Daddy, please. Please. I need you.”
His hips snap against my bottom and I cry out at the waves of pain and pleasure crashing over me. “Is this what you need, baby? You need Daddy to fuck this little bottom hard and fast until it’s nice and full of his cum?”
“Yes, yes, please, Daddy,please!”
Faster now, he fucks me, driving deep into those darkest parts of me. “Good girl, asking for what you need.” One hand slides over my hip, down to where I’m drenched for him. “Daddy will always give you what you need, baby. Because you aren’t alone anymore.”
Pleasure crashes into pain, and my mind goes blank of everything that isn’t Daddy. This is a claiming, even more brutal and searing than our wedding day, because now I know what I wasn’t willing to admit then: That I have never, not for one second in the past twenty years, stopped beinghis.
My begging turns to incoherent pleas, and still he seems to know what I want. What Ineedfrom him. His fingers move over my swollen clit, dragging me along that keen edge of pleasure and pain as he drives himself deep into my ass over and over again.
I shatter with a scream as he buries himself to the hilt inside me, his cum filling me up just as he promised while I sob and gasp for air.
“That’s it, baby. Squeeze Daddy’s cock like the good fucking girl you are.Fuck, Josie.”
Those last words are little more than a groan before he collapses on the bed beside me, pulling me into his arms. “My perfect little baby.” He presses a kiss to my forehead and in that moment, I know I’m finally where I was always meant to be.
CHAPTER 28
JOSIE
“Rise and shine, my little lovebug.”
Daddy’s voice pierces the heavy fog of sleep clouding my brain and I groan as I roll to press my face into my pillow. “Go ‘way.”
“Aw, is my little baby still so very sleepy?” His voice is syrupy-sweet,toosweet. “Do you need Daddy to help wake you up?”
“I need Daddy to goaway,” I repeat, my voice muffled by the downy softness of my pillow.
“Hmm. Afraid I can’t do that, bug.”
Alarm bells ring in my mind a moment before his fingertips dig into my sides. Shrieking with laughter, I try to wriggle away from him, but Daddy has me pinned beneath him, and he is merciless.
“I’m awake, I’m awake!” I squeal, as I wiggle and fight.
“Are you sure?” His laughter joins mine as he continues to tickle me. “I'm not so sure.”
I’m so lost in the simple delight of being tickled, I don’t even notice the pressure in my stomach until it’s too late.
“Daddy, stop! Stop!”
His fingers still, worry creasing his brow as he frowns down at me. “What’s wrong, baby?”
A sob rises up in my chest as I bury my face in his side. “I’m sorry!”
“What are you sorry for? What happened, baby?”
Unable to speak my shame out loud, I press a hand between my thighs as I cry.
“Oh. Did you wet yourself, bug?”
