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“Relax for Daddy,” he murmured, one hand resting on the small of my back.

I took a deep, shuddering breath, forcing my muscles to unclench. He pushed inside, just a fraction at first, a slow, relentless pressure that stretched me and filled me in a way that was painful and intensely intimate at the same time. I cried out at the burning stretch. It was almost more than I could handle.

“Shhhh,” he murmured, his other hand coming around to cup my breast, his thumb finding my nipple and rolling it into a hard, aching peak. “You can take it. You were made for me.”

He pushed deeper, inch by slow, torturous inch, until he was fully seated inside me, his hips flush against my tender flesh. The sensation burned, and I whimpered, trying to take it even as my asshole clenched painfully around his cock.

For a moment, he just stayed still, letting me get used to his massive cock inside my most forbidden place. I breathed through the deep burn until it eventually faded to something more manageable. Then, he started to fuck me.

His hands held my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, pulling me back to meet him, slowly at first, then taking me harder, deeper, with each and every stroke.

“You feel that, little pet?” he grunted. “That’s Daddy’s cock, claiming your perfect little hole. No other man will ever have you here. This is mine. Forever only mine.”

I could only moan in response as my fingers dug into the fabric beneath me.

He leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, the friction of the shirt he still wore against my naked skin a delicious counterpoint to the burn of the deep, rhythmic thrusts.

“You take it so well,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “Such a good girl, taking Daddy’s cock in your tight little ass. So fucking perfect.”

I could feel the coil of pleasure tightening in my belly. I reached down, my fingers finding my clit, rubbing it in a desperate, frantic rhythm.

I was so close to coming I could taste it.

“Let go for me, little pet,” he commanded. “Come for Daddy. Show me how much you love this.”

I pressed down harder on my clit. For a second, my vision fractured, and I came hard enough that I screamed out loud, the waves of ecstasy burning through me like wildfire. Then he reached around, his fingers replacing mine on my clit, rubbing it in a much harder, relentless, demanding rhythm. My body, already over-sensitized from the first orgasm, couldn’t handle the wave of devastating sensation.

“That’s it, come again for Daddy.”

The second orgasm was harder than the first. I came so hard I saw stars, trembling and writhing and screaming my way through the cacophony of sensations whirling through me.

He shifted slightly, changing the angle, and the burning stretch in my bottom intensified.

“Are you sore, little pet?” he murmured.

I could only nod, a pitiful whimper my only answer.

“Good,” he grunted. “I want you to feel me tomorrow. I want you to sit down and remember Daddy’s cock filling this tight little hole.”

His words were filth. They were degrading, but they were also the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. They pushed me higher and higher, coiling the tension in my belly tighter and tighter.

Then he shifted again, his grip on my hips tightening. He drove into me with a renewed ferocity. His thrusts became shorter, faster, more erratic, a desperate, primal drive toward completion.

He was going to come.

After several hard, brutal thrusts, he groaned, and the heat of his cum erupted inside of me, scalding, and I came one last time. My entire body convulsed with electrical sensation. I threw my head back and screamed as my vision darkened at the edges.

That single orgasm lasted a long time, and I suffered and soared through every last second of it.

After my head came back down from the clouds, he slowly withdrew from me, and I collapsed onto the bed. Then, his arms wrapped around me, pulling me against his chest. The leash was still clipped to my collar. I could feel the weight of it lying against my chest.

“May I take it off?” he asked.

It took me a moment to understand what he was actually asking.

“Not yet.”

He didn’t.