BegForMe:You look fucking stunning.
BegForMe:Turn around for me, baby.
BegForMe:Show Daddy those pretty holes.
My pulse stutters.
I obey because of course I do. Because that voice, even in text, still owns the part of me I swore I buried.
I twist to face the camera over my shoulder, lowering myself onto all fours with slow, practiced ease. My ass lifts into the air, framed perfectly by the soft curve of my back and the glint of the emerald plug still inside me.
Reaching back, I spread myself open just for him.
“What do you think of my surprise, Daddy?” I ask, feigning innocence that’s long since burned away. My voice is velvet-dipped sin as I glance over my shoulder to read his response.
BegForMe:I think you’re just begging to be put over my knee.
BegForMe:But then again, a little whore like you would love that, wouldn’t you?
God. Every part of me clenches.
I widen my stance, knees pressing into the mattress, spine arching deeper as I reach back to grip the jewel. The cool metal shifts, and a molten jolt of sensation courses through me.
“I’ve been such a good girl for you tonight,” I gasp, every syllable honeyed and breathless. “Don’t you think I deserve a reward?”
BegForMe:Show me how bad you need it.
A reckless thrill slices down my spine. I bite my lip, then tug the plug free. The stretch as it slips free makes me moan, raw and real, and my thighs tremble.
I set the plug aside, then glance toward the camera again, knowing the exact image I’m giving him—flushed, breathless, hole winking open slightly as if already aching to be filled again.
Reaching for the toy I saved just for this—longer, thicker, with a curved base that hits deep, I also grab the bottle of lube. My impatience has me fumbling with the lid for a second, but soon enough, the toy is slippery in my hands.
“Think I can take it, Daddy?” I ask, guiding the wet tip to my tight hole, my voice wobbling with anticipation. “Think I can be your good little anal whore?”
I lower myself slowly, inch by inch, until the toy breaches me. My breath catches, eyes fluttering shut as the pressure builds, blinding and exquisite. I pause, then push deeper, my hands gripping the sheets.
“Oh fuck—” I cry out, voice cracking. “It’s so big… I forgot how much it burns at first.”
But that burn is everything. That stretch, that raw ache. That delicious reminder of every time he made me take it, even when I said I couldn’t. Of the games we used to play, the thrill of getting caught heightening our every encounter.
I roll my hips, grinding down until I’ve taken it all, until I feel full—stretched and aching and fucking ruined.
“I want it to be you,” I admit, a gasp tumbling from my lips. “I want your cock inside me instead. I want to ride you like this, taking every inch until I cry.”
I move slowly at first, grinding in lazy circles, the toy dragging against every nerve ending. Pleasure builds like a storm, savage and low, tightening through my core until I’m panting, desperate for more.
“Fuck me in the ass, Daddy,” I whimper, glancing at the screen to see his response. “Say it. Say you want to destroy this tight little hole.”
BegForMe:I want to split you open on my cock.
BegForMe:I want you ruined for anyone else.
BegForMe:You were made to take me there. No one else, just me.
A sob punches from my chest.
Because it’s not just arousal anymore—it’shim. The way he ruins me without even touching me. The way I still let him.
