Page 79 of The Masquerade: Room 2

“For questioning my judgment, you will count to six as I paddle you.”

“Paddle?” I squeak.

He walks around until he’s in my line of sight, smoothing his hand over a wooden implement. It looks like a pickleball racquet. A paddle. Fuck, it’s going to hurt, and I can’t wait.

“Remember your safeword, little one.”

“Yes, Daddy. Lavender.”

“And how many counts?”

“Six, Daddy.” I’m practically panting.

“Before I start, I have a little something for this pretty little ass of yours.” He sets the paddle down at my side and reaches into his front pocket. My breath hitches as he pulls out a small tube of lube and a silver butt plug with a lavender jewel on the end.

As he squeezes some lube onto his fingers, I clench my thighs together, trying to relieve the growing ache. I startle when he smears the cold lube between my cheeks before slipping one finger inside me, stretching my ass in preparation for the plug.

“So tight, little one. Relax.” He presses a second finger inside me. “That’s it. Be a good girl for Daddy.”

I find myself pushing back, wanting more. “Oh God.”

“Such a greedy little thing.” When he pulls his fingers out, they are immediately replaced with the lubed tip of the plug. “Breathe through it.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I choke out. The fullness is overwhelming, and the anticipation of my punishment has my legs shaking.

When the plug is in, Pierce caresses my ass. “I’m going to enjoy turning these cheeks red, little one. Maybe you’ll learn to trust my judgment.”

“I trust you, Daddy.”

He grabs the paddle off the counter and leans in, his lips caressing my ear. “Don’t lie, little one. It will only hurt more.”

I gasp as the hard wood of the paddle comes down on my ass, the metal plug vibrating, sending a torturous and delicious jolt of desire straight to my core.

“One, Daddy.”

He smooths his palm over the spot the paddle connected. “Good girl.”

Another strike.

“Two, Daddy.” I’m soaking wet for him, and he knows it, this time sliding his hand between my legs. “My girl enjoys punishment.”

Again, and again, and again.

When he lands the last bite of the paddle, I cry out in exhaustion and frustration. “Six, Daddy.”

The paddle drops to the floor with a thud before he sinks to his knees and spreads my legs, devouring my pussy, swollen and drenched with arousal. His tongue feels so good it should be illegal.

With the butt plug still in place, he pushes two fingers inside my pussy as he sucks my clit into his mouth.

“Daddy.”

He gives my ass a sharp slap, and I love the sting as I’m overwhelmed with pleasure. Sliding his fingers back inside me, he sets a punishing rhythm. “That’s it. Be a good girl and come all over Daddy’s face, little one.”

Flicking his tongue over my clit, I lose all control, and he has to pin my legs to stop me from bucking wildly. “Yes… oh God, yes, Daddy.” He lets me ride out the aftershocks before relinquishing his grip. I slump off the counter and into his arms, my breathing labored as I come down from the high. “That was…”

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you behave yourself.” He tightens his hold on me, kissing the top of my head. “Let’s get you cleaned up and lotion on before work.”

“Oh God. How am I going to make it through the day? I won’t be able to sit down after the paddle.”

---