Page 21 of Her Royal Daddy
He removed his finger and added spit next, smearing it across my anus and then up inside as his finger returned, working its way back up inside me. It wasn’t proper lube, but had he stopped right then to go and get some, I think I would have killed him.
“Say it,” he ordered when I moaned. Pressure. All that glorious pressure, stretching me open, slowly thrusting in and out of me in the most vulnerable and humiliating of ways.
Only I didn’t feel humiliated. Not at all. I felt captured, imprisoned between his strong thighs with my hair in his grasp. I felt wonderfully, gloriously helpless to do anything except submit.
“Say it,” he commanded, his hot breath burning the back of my neck and his voice, so husky and low that it racked me in shivers. “Say punish me, Daddy, I’ve been a bad, bad girl. Say it, or I will get up right now and leave.”
“Punish me, Daddy,” I begged. I would never survive this if he left. “Please, punish me!”
“Why?” he demanded, hungry lips nipping the back of my neck.
“I bit my daddy,” I sighed, loving the feel of it. Loving even more the slow in and out thrust of his finger working me open.
“And?”
“I slapped Daddy, too.” I hid my face in the bedding, feeling more than a little bit sorry about that. I don’t know why I’d done that. I’d never been that kind of person before. When this was over, I vowed I would do everything I could never to be that person again.
“And,” he growled, low against my ear.
“I—” I hesitated, trying to remember what sin I must have forgotten. “I... I got mad?”
“You left Daddy alone for three damn days. Did you think he wouldn’t notice? That he wouldn’t miss the hell out of you?”
My breath caught. The sheer sexiness of the moment didn’t exactly vanish, but I did feel a stab of awfulness. “But... I was starting my new job.”
His hands on me stopped. I could feel the force of him studying me before, with a soft grunt, he acknowledged, “You’re right. Point well made.”
His thumb pulled all the way out of my bottom, but what I felt replace it there was much bigger. Broad and thick, slick with the lubricant of the condom it was wrapped in, and hot as hell, especially when he breathed into my ear, “Relax, baby, push back against me and relax.”
There was no such beast as ‘relaxed anal sex.’ From the moment he applied pressure, all I could do was feel the sheer size of him pushing into me. He was huge, a monster, and I also knew better. There was nothing wrong with his size, but he was using the guise of punishment to turn an ‘out’ door into an ‘in’ and it was so. Damn. Hot.
And a little uncomfortable, particularly when he got through the first rim and butted up against the second. I shouted into fistfuls of blanket, but he kept going, pushing deeper, grabbing my sore ass in both his hands to spread me open so he could watch it happen. I’d never been so humbled and so aroused all at once. I’d never felt more vulnerable, or sexy, or stretched open for the pleasure of another, never mind how weirdly painful and mortifying and fantastic it felt to me.
The old me had once locked myself in the bathroom for four hours because Brian had mentioned wanting to try anal sex. But there was a world of difference between Mazi and my old boyfriend. Brian would have hurt me and I would not have enjoyed it. I’d have lain under him, I’d have endured, but I’d have felt used in all the worst ways and I’d probably have cried for days after it was over. Mazi, on the other hand... Mazi was Daddy, and he would never hurt me. Not even with his cock fully seated in my ass and all I could feel was throbbing and thickness, I knew in my heart he would never, ever hurt me. Not for real. Not when it mattered.
His hands massaged my ass cheeks, spreading them open again and again as he held himself motionless, giving me time for that dull ache of discomfort to fade and for the full sensual bloom of arousal to rise back up and overwhelm me.
Daddy’s cock was in my ass. He was so, so hard for me. Because of me. My pussy twitched and I knew he felt it, because the heaviness of his breathing changed.
Slowly, he let go of my ass and bent back over me. I shivered when he gathered my hair up in one hand and kissed the nape of my neck.
“Have you been a bad girl?” he asked, and my pussy spasmed all over again.
His grip on my hair wouldn’t let me nod. I whispered instead, “Yes, Daddy.”
“What happens when Daddy’s little girl misbehaves?”
My hands became fists in the folds of the blanket. My thighs shook, but my hips were like someone else’s. They kept trying to lift up, tilt back, offer him easier access to take what he wanted. What we both wanted.
“I-I get punished.”
“With Daddy’s cock?” He gave a tiny thrust, a gentle prelude of what was to come.
I gasped, then moaned, helpless to do anything but try to nod again. “Yes.”
“Where?”
My face flamed. My pussy gushed hot and wet, needy. “In...” I couldn’t believe he was making me say it. “In my ass.”
