Page 18 of Morally Gray Daddies

My breath hitched as I tried to get my lungs under control—hindered by the fact he put his hand on my bottom and moved it over the surface, touching the hot, raised skin. Maybe I really should shut my yap, but that had never been in my nature.

“What do good girls get?” I didn’t sound half as sassy as I wanted to; I sounded more hopeful than I wanted to, but at least I’d proven that I could still talk. He couldn’t shut me up, even with a belt. Only I could do that.

“Pleasure,” he answered, his hand dipping lower.

That was when I realized I was aroused. Despite everything—despite my fear, despite Tomas’ cock rubbing against the back of my head, despite the burning pain that flamed across my backside—my pussy was wet as his fingers stroked through the slippery folds. I groaned, utterly humiliated by my reaction, hating myself for it as he rubbed his fingers over my clit, and my hips jerked upward as pleasure flared.

“Unfortunately, you’re not done paying for being a bad girl.” His fingers moved away from my pussy.

I could have cried, and not just because I knew he was about to start up with the belt again. I wanted more of what he’d been doing, even though I’d never admit that out loud, no matter how hard he used the belt. It was too shameful to say the words, to acknowledge I wanted his touch in this moment.

“I said five for insulting me.”

Oh no. I couldn’t take five more.

“I’m sorry!” Compared to admitting that I wanted him to keep touching me, apologizing was easy.

“Oh, I know you are, babydoll,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m just going to make sure you remember your lesson.”

The belt came down again, and the brief reprieve seemed to have done me more harm than good. I’d almost been getting used to it, but now my system was shocked all over again as the leather seared my skin. I screamed and sobbed and kicked just as hard as I had before, feeling the stiffness of Tomas’ cock rubbing against the back of my head while I did so. I hated him, hated Gio, and mostly I hated myself.

I shouldn’t have gone into the warehouse while I was distracted. I’d been cocky, and now I was paying for it, even as part of my body betrayed me.

The belt came down again. Three more to go. I couldn’t possibly.

“I’m sorry! I’ll remember, Daddy, I promise!” If he’d really been in my room, then hopefully he’d like that. Hopefully, it would make him take pity on me and my poor roasted bottom.

“Almost there, babydoll, you’re doing great,” he said soothingly, running his hand over my butt and making me whimper. “I’ll help you out, though… just one more to your bottom.”

I didn’t have the chance to ask him what he meant because he brought the belt down across it again, and I screamed as the fire flared, choking on my sob.

Then I found out as the next blow hit me across the backs of my thighs.

The sound I made was inhuman, and I bucked up, actually managing to move a bit before Tomas’ weight pushed me back down. It hurt so much more than my bottom had, the sting so much stronger, the fire so much harsher. My shoulders ached from my arms held behind my back, especially as Tomas tightened his grip, but I barely noticed compared to the throbbing pain from below my waist.

Then the belt snapped across my flesh for the last time, just above where Gio had landed it before, crossing just under the curve of my bottom, the leather cracking against the swollen lips of my pussy. I didn’t have any breath left to scream. All I could do was sag and sob, so, so thankful it was over, even as the sting burned steadily through my abused lower half.

“Now then, that’s all done, and you’re forgiven, babydoll,” Gio crooned.

I wanted to tell him where he could stuff his forgiveness, but the belt had done its job. I had no interest in opening my yap.

Especially not when his fingers found their way to my pussy again, gently stroking the folds he’d just used his belt on, igniting my senses. I whimpered at the conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure, but one thing was clear. I didn’t want another belting—I wanted an orgasm.

Chapter Eight

Gio

The red heat of Clara’s bottom was stunning. Not a lick of pale skin remained. Crouching behind her, he used one hand to play with her pretty, pouting pussy. It was a much brighter pink than it had been before after taking a bit of the belt. Really, I’d gone easier on her than I probably should have, considering how much trouble she’d caused, but it was her first punishment from me.

She would have time to learn the rules, then breaking them would come with harsher consequences.

Though I wasn’t quite done with her yet. Her pussy was soft and wet against my fingertips, but I would save that for our wedding night. What I needed right now was something far more depraved, far more humiliating, something that would demonstrate how thoroughly I was claiming her.

Something that would put her into a properly submissive mindset and keep her focused on being a good girl for Daddy from now on. I pushed my fingers into her cunt, enjoying her whimper as I twisted them back and forth inside her, her muscles quivering around them. She was so damn wet. Her juices coated my fingers, from tip to knuckle.

“Daddy, please,” she begged, though I couldn’t tell what she was begging for—release or release.

“Don’t worry, babydoll, you’ll get to cum… once my cock is up your pretty little ass.”

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