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Lord Adrian's eyes darkened at the word. His thumb brushed over my lower lip, and I felt a shiver run through me that had nothing to do with pain.

"Now then," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "It’s time for you to serve your Daddy like the bad girl you’ll always be, deep down.”

My tummy flipped at his words. Part of me wanted to shout no — that really I was good. He had just called me good, hadn’t he?! But the thrill of need that had traveled through my limbs, radiating out from my still-damp, shamefully smooth pussy, told me that acting out at the gala, trying to embezzle all that money… they said something important about me, something I had pushed away for much too long.

Bad girl. Yes. Always… especially if a man like my Daddy is taking care of me.

Chapter Eleven

Emily

“Kneel down, little Emily,” Lord Adrian said. “I’m going to fuck your face now.”

I swallowed hard at the dominance, the sheer aggression in his voice. My legs trembled as I sank to my knees before the man who kept me as his little girl amidst all this luxury. The carpet felt rough against my bare skin, a stark reminder of my nakedness. My bottom still burned from my belt whipping, and I felt the plug’s distracting presence inside me as I moved — like a promise of my suddenly brutal Daddy’s intentions.

Lord Adrian's hands went to his waistband, unfastening the button with deliberate slowness. Even the soft rustle of the fabric sent a shiver through me — a mix of fear and helpless arousal. He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock, already half-hard and jutting out from his lap.

"Open your mouth, young lady," he commanded in a growl that made my heart race. The caring Daddy in him seemed like a distant memory, and part of me wanted him back — another part, though, knew that I had asked for precisely this side of my sponsor… my keeper… my dominant Daddy.

I hesitated for just a moment as I tried to sort through my emotions, overwhelmed by the reality of what was about to happen. Lord Adrian's hand tangled in my hair, gripping firmly but not painfully.

"Now, Emily," he said, his voice low and full of authority. "Be a good girl and serve your Daddy. Open that pretty mouth."

Tears pricked at my eyes as I parted my lips. Lord Adrian held my head still and guided his cock into my mouth, pushing forward until I felt the tip hit the back of my throat. I gagged slightly, unprepared for the intrusion.

"Relax," he murmured, his free hand stroking my cheek almost tenderly. "Breathe through your nose. That's it, bad girl. You were made for this… to take the cock, wherever Daddy decides to give it to you."

He began to move, thrusting shallowly at first. I struggled to breathe and swallow around his length, my hands resting uncertainly at my sides.

My brutal Daddy’s grip on my hair tightened as he began to thrust more deeply into my mouth. I gagged again, tears spilling down my cheeks as I strove to accommodate him. My jaw ached from the stretch, and I could barely breathe around his thick shaft.

"That's it," he growled, his voice rough with pleasure. "Take it all, little girl. Show Daddy how sorry you are for embarrassing him tonight."

I whimpered around his cock, overwhelmed by the sensations and emotions coursing through me. Part of me wanted to pull away, to end this degrading act. But another part — a part I was ashamed to acknowledge — craved his dominance, his control.

Lord Adrian's thrusts became more forceful, pushing deeper into my throat with each movement. I gagged and choked, saliva dripping down my chin. My hands instinctively came up to push against his thighs, but he reached down with his free hand and caught my wrists in it.

"No, young lady," he warned, in a low, threatening tone. "Keep those hands at your sides. This isn't about your comfort — it's about serving your Daddy."

I let my arms fall limply, surrendering completely to his will. The room filled with obscene wet sounds and my muffled whimpers as Lord Adrian used my mouth for his pleasure.

Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, he pulled out abruptly. I gasped for air, my chest heaving. My Daddy didn’t let me recover, though. His hand tightened in my hair as he looked down at me, his eyes dark with lust. "Stand up and bend over the bed," he commanded. "Daddy’s going to fuck that tight little pussy of yours now."

On shaky legs, I stood and moved to the bed, bending over it as instructed. I felt utterly exposed and degraded in this position, my well-spanked bottom on full display to my stern Daddy. Lord Adrian moved behind me, his hands grasping my hips roughly.

"Such a naughty girl," he growled. "Embarrassing Daddy in public, getting your little backside whipped. Daddy’s going to fuck you so hard you can’t walk straight."

Without warning, he thrust into me in one smooth motion. I cried out at the sudden intrusion, my body struggling to accommodate his size. Lord Adrian didn't give me time to adjust, setting a punishing pace as he pounded into me from behind.

"This is what bad girls get," he grunted, his fingers digging into my hips. "Used hard by their Daddies whenever they want."

Tears streamed down my face as conflicting sensations overwhelmed me - pain from my spanked bottom, pleasure from the relentless stimulation, shame at my helpless arousal. The plug still nestled in my bottom shifted with each thrust, adding to the intense sensations.

"Tell me you're a bad girl," Lord Adrian demanded, punctuating his words with particularly hard thrusts. "Tell Daddy what you are."

"I'm… I'm a bad girl," I gasped out between thrusts, my voice shaky. "I'm Daddy's bad girl."

Lord Adrian growled in approval, his pace becoming even more frantic. One of his hands snaked around to rub roughly at my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my overwrought body.

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