Page 246 of Wild Mustang Security Firm

Fingers slick in her juices, he rolled and caressed until he’d wrung every last convulsive shiver from her body. Only when she was done did he take firm hold of her pleasure nub, tugging once before giving a gentle pinch.

“Daddy!” She collapsed against the wall, fighting to hold still while her rebel hips kept tucking and twitching, as if trying to ride his pinching hand.

“Back in position,” he coaxed.

“I’m so sorry. I’m trying.”

“I’ll bet you are. Those welts look angry and they haven’t finished swelling yet. But I must say, that welted bottom has Daddy very hard.” He pinched again, and then took his hand away.

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched him open his fly. She barely bit back her own hungry moan when his fully erect cock was freed. He’d said he was going to punish her with sex, so she knew this wasn’t going to be a gentle ride, but still her pussy pulsed in eager anticipation of what was to come.

Caressing the side of her body up and down with his knuckles, he moved behind her. His fingers slipped down between her buttocks again. He touched her puckered rim, circling it once before pressing in just as his cock breached her core, and in he slid.

Her fingers scraped the bare wood wall as her hands curled into fists. He was so big. She needed him so much. She tried to push back, aching to feel him filling her completely, but he promptly swatted her.

Every newly smacked welt stung and burned, but her pussy only got that much wetter.

“You stay still when Daddy mounts you. This is a punishment. I want you to feel every inch of Daddy’s cock as he sinks his hard length into your wet heat and takes what’s his.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I just wanted you so bad.”

Thom chuckled. “Be careful what you wish for, little girl, Daddy plans to fuck you raw and before we leave in the morning, he’s going to punish your bottom hole as well.”

Slowly, inexorably, inch by inch he pushed back deep inside her. His cock… she shivered. His finger, sinking knuckle-deep into her ass… she climaxed, her knees damn near buckling. She’d have dropped straight to her knees had Thom not hooked his arm around her.

“You need Daddy to spank you hard and keep you well laid, don’t you, kitten?” He began to thrust, a slow in and out motion that dragged all along the walls of her pussy, filling her deep before abandoning her, only to fill her again. It wasn’t just his cock. She was being filled by his very essence.

She moaned, burying her face between her hands, arching back her hips, begging without words for more.

He could have swatted her again, but he didn’t. Releasing her from his hugging grip, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, laughing huskily just behind her ear as he began to whisper, “My kitten needs Daddy to fuck her until she learns to be a good girl, doesn’t she?”

Her fingers clawed the wall as his thrusts intensified, his hips pumping against her welted ass, his cock pounding into her needy pussy until every inch of her felt his possession. “Yes,” she groaned.

“Daddy needs to take your mouth, doesn’t he?” he growled, thrusting hard, hips now spanking her ass, the force of it slowly pushing her flush up against the wall.

“Yes!” she gasped, the pain of her battered welts nothing compared to the rough pump of his hips as he took her.

His fist in her hair pulled her ear right up to his hot breath. His cock was driving her, the tight bud of her nipples scraped the wall, and the brush of his moving lips against the shell of her ear sent shivers like sparkling mini orgasms dancing all through her as he demanded, “You need Daddy in your hot, sore little bottom, don’t you? You need him to fill you up until it hurts and you need Daddy to make that hurt feel good. Don’t you?”

“Yes! Oh, yes! Oh, Daddy!” She came with his suggestive whisper burning in her ear and his pelvis spanking her welted backside.

This felt so wrong, but nothing could have been more right. She was sexy, submissive, safe, and seductive all at the same time, and all because of Thom. He just seemed to know her, inside and out. He knew exactly what to say, the dirty, suggestive things he whispered in her ear calling forth her most secret and submissive self. She wanted him in her ass. She wanted to feel that minute pain as he stretched her open in that most humbling of ways, because with him she knew not only would she always be safe, but empowered and free to be who she was. It was the most amazing thing in the world.

“That’s a good girl,” he crooned. “Come for Daddy again. Show him how much you like his cock stroking your pussy.”

Over and over, he thrust into her, plundering her body as her wet heat melted and molded itself around him and the slap of his hips continued to make her feel every welt he’d left behind. He was giving her just what she needed, a good, hard ramming and she reveled in it. Her inner walls shook and quivered. It was all she could do just to wrap her head about the intensity of her own feelings—the physical, mental, and emotional things that he so easily evoked. Her breaths quickened, her mewling cries devolving into whimpers as another orgasm approached. All her muscles seized in anticipation just as he gave one last ferocious thrust and it all came crashing through her. Her shoutoverwhelmed his growl as her spasming pussy took the torrent of seed he released into her.

Together they rested against the wall, panting. His breaths burned her ear as he curled his face into the side of her throat. He kissed her gently and then pulled out, dribbles of hot wetness spilling down her thighs as he pushed back off her.

“Present your pussy and bottom to me,” he said, letting go of her hair.

Both weary and sated, Avery obeyed. Adjusting her hands on the wall, she arched back her hips as he pulled his pants back up. From the corner of her eyes, she watched him reach into his pocket. She saw the small jar he withdrew, but it wasn’t until he opened it, releasing a wave of pungent spice into the air that she realized this wasn’t yet over. “Wh-what is that?”

He dabbed a small amount of thick salve onto the tip of his finger. “It’s how Daddy’s going to punish your bottom hole.”

“B-but you said you weren’t going to do that until we left in the morning!” She gasped, ducking her head as she felt him rub that salve all around the tip of her dark rosebud. That minute shock was nothing compared to what she felt when he pushed his finger back inside her, thoroughly coating the delicate tissues that were already starting to tingle. Unlike the last time he’d shoved his finger inside her, this time Avery did not come.

“Oh, my God,” she breathed, eyes wide. “What is that stuff?”

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