Page 100 of King of Temptation

With that dire statement, he pulled back, giving her a moment of relief from the fullness in her bottom.

But then he slammed forward, and a keening sort of wail ripped from her as pain and pleasure thundered through her veins in equal measure. Over and over he fucked her, while apologies and pleas for mercy poured from her lips.

“My naughty little menace.” His low chuckle filled her ears as his hand slid forward, his knowing fingers finding her swollen clit without fail, teasing her with too-light touches as he fucked her. “Would you like a reward for taking your punishment so well, baby?”

“Yes, god, yes. Please. I can’t… I need…”

“Shh, baby. Daddy knows exactly what you need. You just focus on being a good girl for me, okay? On taking everything Daddy gives you.”

Closing her eyes, she did as she was told. Surrendered to him, to the soul-shattering combination of pleasure and pain he was forcing on her. She let go of all the guilt and shame, and focused on the only thing that mattered.

Daddy.

Those clever fingers played her body like a violin as he fucked her faster, harder. It hurt, god it fucking hurt so much, but it did nothing to dim her pleasure. If anything, she craved the ache and the burn, craved the way the pain from her spanking flared back to life every time his hips snapped against her welted ass.

“That’s my good girl.” Brody’s voice was strained, telling her he was just as affected by this punishment as she was. “Come for Daddy, menace. Now.”

Her body responded to his command, the tension inside her snapping like a wire. Fingers digging into the wood of his desk, she screamed as electric pleasure shot through her, setting every inch of her body alive as he continued fucking her, his movements growing more and more frenetic.

Until, at last, he buried himself inside her one final time, filling her up in the most shameful way possible. For several long moments, they held there, the only sound in the room their ragged breaths as they both fought for oxygen.

“No more risking your life, Goldie.” His voice was soft, more tender than she’d ever heard it and her chest ached at the sound. “My heart can’t take it.”

“I’ll be more careful. I promise.”

“Good girl.” Pressing a kiss between her shoulder blades, he sighed as he pulled his softening cock from her ass. “We’re going to keep Daddy’s cum where it belongs tonight, and in the morning you can ask me to remove the plug.”

The tip of the plug pressed against her poor abused hole, but given how thoroughly she’d just been fucked it slid in more easily than the first time.

And then the world spun and she was up in his arms, being carried toward the stairs. Too tired to argue, she let her head drop against his shoulder. His lips pressed against her hair, and her heart tripped in her chest at the simple sweetness of the gesture.

They rinsed off in the shower, at least enough to rid their skin of the sticky sweat left behind from her punishment, and once again he swept her up and carried her to his bed, where he tucked her in as close to his body as they could manage without her physically climbing inside his skin. Her ass still ached a bit from her strapping, and she smiled into the darkness at the thought of how thoroughly she’d been punished.

I won’t sacrifice anyone else I love for this family. Especially not you.

Now that her punishment was over, her brain had nothing to occupy it but those words, played over on a loop. It wasn’t just that he’d actually told her he loved her—which still felt way too big for her to actually comprehend—it was the pain beneath the words she couldn’t stop obsessing over now.

“You’re thinking too loud again, menace,” he murmured, his voice thick with the sleep eluding both of them.

“Sorry. I’ll try to… think quieter somehow.”

“No.” The arm around her waist tightened as he nuzzled at the side of her neck. “Tell Daddy what’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s really wrong, I’m just wondering about things.” Things you never talk about.

“Then let’s wonder together. Talk to me, baby.”

Jesus, could he be any more perfect? Well, other than the kidnapping and running a criminal empire stuff. But everyone had their flaws, right?

Gathering her courage, she wiggled around so she could face him. “I’ll tell you, but you have to promise if it’s too painful you’ll tell me to shut up and mind my own business.”

A hint of a smile played on his lips. “And when has that ever worked?”

“Fair, but I’m serious, Brody.”

“All right, menace. What’s on your mind?”

Fuck, this was harder than she’d expected it to be, especially when she was staring right into those dark eyes. “I was just wondering about your parents.”