Page 28 of Daddy's Mad Love

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Hailey

I awoke slowly, sore and stiff, reluctantly rising from the darkness into the light. Into the reality I’d escaped when Giacomo had finally let me sleep.

A heavy band lay over me, and it took me a moment to realize it was Giacomo’s arm. He was holding me close to him, his warm body curled around mine. I bit down on my lower lip, stifling my cry, stifling my reaction. Though I wanted to scream, to jerk away from him, that would wake him.

And waking him would be far worse than being held by him.

He’d violated every part of my body last night.

Our wedding night.

He’d taken my virginity. Spanked me. Belted me. Then used my… my…

Heat suffused my cheeks. I couldn’t even think about it. Didn’t want to think about it. Didn’t want to remember the way he’d stretched me, opening me for his manhood, before impaling me upon it. Didn’t want to remember the way I’d come apart beneath him… every time. The way he’d touched me, pushing me to peaks of ecstasy that had shredded my resistance.

I winced as I tried to wriggle away from him, feeling something hard pressing against my buttocks. I almost whimpered. His cock was hard again, and I did not think I could take any more.

I was battered. Bruised. A little physically but mostly my mind. Just like when he’d bent me over at the police station and brought me to climax in front of Bruce and my boss, I couldn’t reconcile what he’d done with how I’d reacted.

If he tried to put it in my bottom again, if he made me climax again during such a perverse act, I would surely break. I could only take so much.

There was also some residual fear. I had meant to kill him last night, and he knew it. Last night, he punished me. Would there be more punishment today? What would he be like upon waking?

The desire to flee rose up inside me, nearly choking me with its intensity, but how could I when he was still holding me so tightly against him? Tears began to spill down my cheeks, and I shuddered with the effort to keep quiet, to keep still.

It was for naught.

I felt him wake. Felt him move.

“Mmmm.” His hand, which had been wrapped around my ribcage, shifted, moving higher to cup my breast. I gasped at the sensation as he pinched my nipple, hard enough to make the tiny bud throb, though I could not truly call it ‘pain.’ It felt good, too, re-awakening the shameful desires he’d kindled last night.

His body rocked, his hard cock moving between the cheeks of my bottom, and finally, I could not take it anymore.

“No, please! Not there!”

His hand stilled, and suddenly, I was rolled onto my back, staring up at Giacomo, my tears sliding down the sides of my face and into my hair and the pillow. His dark gaze bore into me, studying me.

“Not where, mia moglie?” There was a bit of a taunt in his voice, as if he was daring me to tell him what to do. To order him about. He also had apparently not tired of calling me his wife. The possessiveness in his words made me shudder.

“Please, not in my bottom again. I can’t take it.” My voice was a mere pleading whisper. I didn’t dare try to order him about. Not after last night. The pain had vanished in my sleep, but I remembered, and now that I was flat on my back, I could feel how sore my buttocks were after taking his belt last night. If he did it again, it would hurt twice as much.

Rather than answering, he studied me for a moment longer, then leaned down over me. I closed my eyes instinctively as he got closer, my breath growing shallower at his approach.

Something wet touched my face, briefly, and I realized he had just licked a tear from my cheek.

Horrified, my eyes flew open to see him pulling away, still studying me. Meeting my gaze, he smiled. It was like being smiled at by a snake.

“Deliciously salty, mio tesoro,” he said. “Every part of you tastes like ambrosia on my tongue.”

I didn’t know what to say back, so I said nothing. His gaze swept over me. He did not seem to desire a reply, anyway. He was too busy looking at my naked body. I gulped.

“Spread your legs, little one. I will have my breakfast now.”

Closing my eyes, I did as he ordered. Putting my arm over my face, I was unable to hold back my cries as he feasted between my legs, using his tongue to soothe my sore flesh and drive me to climax. Then he slid his cock between them again, riding me to another shameful orgasm, filling me with hot jets of his seed while I quivered around him.

Any bit of control I’d thought I had left was nothing but a mirage.

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