Page 40 of Daddy's Mad Love

I felt almost hypnotized by him, my clothes dropping to the floor. There was some part of me, back in the recesses of my mind, that couldn’t believe what I was doing, was horrified by my willing participation in this debauched behavior. But somehow, even that part added to my overall arousal, the wickedness that was curling through me in gleeful anticipation.

Would anyone who had known me before my wedding even recognize me in my current state? Would they believe it was me if they knew what I was doing? Despite occasionally going out with Clara, when it came to men, I had always been shy, even reticent.

Yet here I was, naked in front of a man, and the way he looked at me… I felt powerful.

He would do anything for me. He’d already proven that. Maybe it made me a bad person, but that aroused me, too. Knowing that he and all his power were at my command… this was what his mother had been talking about.

I was done fighting it. Done fighting him, done fighting myself, done fighting my feelings.

It was time to fully give in and see what I could do then.

I sashayed over to him, enjoying the way his gaze roved over my body, then I bent down, draping myself across his lap as gracefully as I could. It felt a little awkward, but he didn’t seem to have any complaints.

An appreciative groan flowed from his lips as he caressed my upturned bottom, and I could feel his erection pressing into my side.

“Please spank me, Daddy,” I said, wriggling my bottom at him. I felt saucy and sexy… and a little apprehensive, all things considered. Somehow, I didn’t think this was going to be anything like our wedding night, though.

“With pleasure, little one.”

That was all the warning I had before his hand came down on my bottom. It hurt, it stung, yet it felt good. I gasped at the conflicting sensations, rocking forward slightly on his lap, trying to sort out exactly how I felt about it. There wasn’t enough time to do so before his hand came down again, slapping against the other cheek, igniting a similar stinging burn there.

His hand came down again and again, peppering little swats across my nates, heating my skin, yet also my insides. My pussy clenched as he began spanking me harder, each loud smack echoing in my ears, accompanied by my moans and gasps as both the sting and my arousal grew.

It hurt, yet it didn’t.

It felt good, but it was pain.

I was lost in the confusion, shuddering and moaning, tears starting to slip down my cheeks, yet when he dipped his hand down between my legs, my pussy was slick with creamy arousal.

“Good girl,” he said with a chuckle.

Dipping his finger into my body, he teased me with that little bit of fullness before they retreated. A moment later, his hand came down on the spot, slapping against my swollen, eager pussy. Though he used far less force than he had on my bottom, the sting was twice as strong, and I cried out. My clit throbbed in response, as though it was begging for the same kind of stimulation.

There was something so very wrong with me.

His hand came back to rest on my warmed bottom, rubbing the sensitive skin, and I squirmed against him.

“Now, little one, ask Daddy to fuck your ass.”

My entire body tensed as a wet, slick finger pushed at my anus. He must have put something on it to lubricate it. This was exactly what I’d tried to avoid last night when he’d threatened me if I didn’t beg… but I had promised him anything. My tongue flicked out, wetting my lips as I paused.

His finger pushed at the entrance, and I moaned as it slid inside me, stretching the tiny hole, moving back and forth as if mimicking what he wanted to be doing with his cock.

“Please, Daddy…” I begged, but I wasn’t begging him to put his cock there, and he knew it.

The finger twisted back and forth inside me, igniting little sparks of arousal. Even the fact that he was invading me, knowing that I didn’t like it, somehow made me more aroused.

“You liked the spanking, didn’t you? Ask Daddy to fuck this tight little ass. I’ll make sure you like this, too.” His voice had turned coaxing, crooning, and a second finger pushed in beside the first.

The stretch burned, but like the spanking, it felt good, too. And I couldn’t help but remember how, on our wedding night, he’d made me cum while he was still lodged deep inside my forbidden hole. I whined, my muscles clenching around him as he stretched me with his fingers, preparing me for something much larger.

I panted and squeezed my eyes shut. Somehow, it was easier to say the words with my eyes closed.

“Please, Daddy, fuck my ass.” The words came out as a mere whisper of breath, barely audible.

“What was that, little one?” His fingers twisted again, then spread, pushing at my tight ring and making me squeal.

“Please, Daddy, fuck my ass!” The sooner he started, the sooner it would be over with.

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