Page 175 of Morally Gray Daddies

After what felt like an eternity of stretching, Lord Adrian withdrew his fingers. I felt his weight shift on the bed, felt him looming over me. The blunt head of his cock pressed against my entrance, and I let out a whining whimper.

"Deep breath, young lady," he instructed. "Daddy's going to claim your bottom now. Take your hands away so Daddy can feel your little cheeks on his cock."

I inhaled sharply as he began to push forward. The pressure was intense, painful. I sobbed into the bedcovers, my hands clenching in the sheets.

"Shh," Lord Adrian ordered, his hand gripping my lower back. "Relax and let Daddy in. You earned this with your bad behavior."

Slowly, inch by agonizing inch, he worked his way inside me. I felt impossibly full, stretched to my limit. Tears pricked at my eyes from the burning sensation.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, I felt his hips press flush against my whipped bottom. He had seated himself fully inside me. The world narrowed to that singular point of connection, overwhelming and all-consuming. My breath came in short gasps, each exhalation mingling with muffled whimpers as I fought the swell of sensations coursing through me. The pain was sharp and relentless, yet beneath it lay a heat that spread through my body like wildfire. I could feel Lord Adrian’s presence engulfing me; his intensity seeping into every inch of my skin as he held me firmly in place.

“Such a brave bad girl,” he breathed, his voice low and gravelly. “But we both know what bad girls deserve.” The words dripped with a mixture of authority and promise. He began to pull back slowly, teasingly, before thrusting forward again with merciless force. The shock of him filling me anew sent jolts of raw sensation spiraling through my core, igniting what seemed like the insatiable hunger deep within me.

With each thrust, I could feel my body responding against my will, involuntarily pushing back to meet him halfway as waves of pleasure crashed over the pain. My hips instinctively rocked in rhythm, driven by that familiar dance between defiance and submission. “That’s it, little Emily,” he encouraged, his tone imbued with a dark satisfaction. “You’re beginning to see the pleasure in your punishment.”

A desperate moan escaped my lips as he buried himself deeper, stretching me more than I had ever thought possible. My body betrayed me; the brutal intensity only stoked the fire burning between my legs. I turned my head slightly, seeking his gaze over my shoulder — his expression fierce and radiant with lust as he savored the sight of his hardness buried in my most private place.

The primal, animalistic desire had etched itself into every line of his face. As I beheld it, I realized with a shock of helpless need that I was becoming as addicted to the carnal hunger in his eyes as he so clearly was to the power he wielded over me.

Lord Adrian's thrusts became more urgent, the bed creaking beneath us as he pounded into me without mercy. With each deep invasion, my body quaked with a heady mix of pain and pleasure. The sensations were so overwhelming I began to tremble uncontrollably, my teeth sinking into my lower lip to staunch the cries threatening to spill from my lips.

"That's it," he growled, his grip on my hips tightening. "Feel how much Daddy needs to punish you.”

I gave in: I cried out, and my mounting screams seemed to make my Daddy’s punishment bottom-fucking easier to bear. The pain was still there, but it seemed muted by the pleasure my Daddy built inside me, alongside the strict justice of his pounding cock. I let him use my bottom however he wanted; I was his bad girl plaything, his property. I craved nothing more than to please him.

With a final, savage thrust, Lord Adrian grunted and stiffened above me, his cock pulsing deep inside my bottom as he reached his release. His grip on my hips tightened almost painfully as the last of his seed spilled into my still-quivering depths.

As he collapsed onto me, all the air rushed out of my lungs in one ragged exhale. My body trembled with a potent mixture of relief and shameful satisfaction.

"There, little Emily," he murmured in my ear, running a hand over my sweat-soaked hair. "That’s how a bad girl learns her lesson."

Chapter Twelve

Emily

I awoke slowly, coming back into my body as if from a million miles away.

Sore. My first waking thought. I’m sore. But…

I felt the heat creep into my face as the reason for it flowed back into my mind: the causes of the little stabs of of discomfort that kept radiating out from the whole region between my waist and my knees.

Daddy took off my diaper and spanked me. Daddy fucked my face, and then he fucked my pussy so hard. Daddy took out the butt plug he had put in my bottom, and then he fucked his bad girl’s bottom until she screamed, begging him to come inside her.

Only very gradually did I start to wonder where my Daddy was. My eyes stayed closed at first as I reached my hand out to the other side of the enormous bed.

Daddy gave me this apartment, and he made sure it had a very big bed, because…

The blush in my face got even hotter. Such a tiny realization, but it brought a new note — distressing but irresistible — to the soreness between my thighs and my bottom cheeks. I felt my backside squirm, as my body paradoxically tried to increase the discomfort, because the discomfort had something… more to it.

Daddy wanted my apartment to have a very big bed, because Daddy likes to fuck his bad girl.

But my hand didn’t find my Daddy in the big bed. Instead, my fingers brushed against something cool and crisp: a folded piece of elegant stationery. The paper felt strange against my skin, smooth and refined, a stark contrast to the memories of warmth, of wetness from the night before. My heart quickened as I carefully opened the note, anticipation mingling with sudden stab of anxiety.

My dear Emily,

I wish to express my gratitude for your continued dedication in embracing your role as my bad girl. Your willingness to submit to my desires does not go unnoticed. Remember, it is through discipline that we cultivate trust and connection. I will of course continue to expect nothing less than your unwavering compliance.

~A

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