Page 19 of Morally Gray Daddies

“Daddy, no, don’t!”

Unsurprisingly, she immediately started struggling again, her pussy clamping down around my fingers as she bucked upward, trying to dislodge Tomas’ weight. The other man was still staring at her glowing red ass as though he’d never seen one before. Hell, maybe he hadn’t. I didn’t know what his proclivities were other than fucking and leaving a woman exhausted but happy, only to never see her again.

The possessiveness I was feeling welled up again, yet I knew that his presence would make this even more of a punishment for her. Hell, he wasn’t doing anything other than holding her in place and staring, even though he was hard as a rock. With the way her head was moving around, he wasn’t rubbing his dick against her, she was rubbing herself against his cock, and he was bearing it stoically. Poor guy.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at her reaction.

“Babydoll, what makes you think you’re in a position to demand anything?” I thrust my fingers more forcefully inside her pussy. As much as I wanted in there, that would wait for our wedding night. I wasn’t sure she was a virgin, but there were traditions to follow, regardless.

Pulling my fingers from her pussy, I put the wet tip of one right at the opening of her crinkled anus. She let out a little sob, hips bucking as I touched her, but the movement did nothing except push the tip a little way into her tight hole. Her body dropped away immediately, reddened cheeks trying to clench tightly, but my finger followed her down, pushing the tip back through the squeezing ring.

I was absolutely certain she was a virgin here.

“That’s right,” I said, as if she’d pushed herself onto my finger on purpose. “We’ll start with the finger to loosen you up, and there will be bigger things coming after that.”

“Noooooo,” she wailed as I pushed in deeper, forcing my finger between her cheeks. She clenched again, but there was no keeping me out as I began to work my finger back and forth. With my free hand, I spanked her—not too hard—but enough to make her shriek and loosen so I could push a second finger in beside the first.

This was going to be a lesson she would remember.

Clara

The physical sting of his fingers pushing into my most intimate space wasn’t nearly as painful as the mental anguish he was inflicting on me. That was not a space he was supposed to touch, much less invade. What kind of man even thought of something so perverted?

I might be a virgin, but I’d heard plenty, and I’d never heard of anything like this.

Then again, what woman would admit something so shameful being done to her?

I certainly wasn’t going to tell anyone.

Would Gio?

Would Tomas?

Feeling Tomas’ hands on me, pinning me down, while Gio violated me, made everything so much more real. It wasn’t just me and Gio—there was a witness. Not just a witness, an accessory. If he wasn’t pinning me down, Gio wouldn’t be able to do any of this.

Another finger pushed in beside the first, and I wailed again as my hole was stretched open. It felt horribly intimate and so very wrong. It hurt, too, though the sting was fairly minimal between my chastised cheeks. My bottom, pussy, and thighs were still throbbing from the aftereffects of the belt, and now, instead of the pleasure I’d expected, he was threatening to put his cock where his fingers were.

That wasn’t a threat, Clara. It’s what he said he’s going to do.

But he couldn’t, could he? Surely, it wouldn’t fit.

I had already had him in my mouth; I knew how big he was, how much my jaw had ached. I no longer questioned whether or not that night had been real—at this moment, with his hands on me again, inside me, I knew it had been.

“Please, no more,” I begged as he twisted his fingers inside me, igniting a strange sense of pleasure that pulsed uncomfortably alongside the discomfort. The sting from being stretched had faded some, but having his fingers working back and forth in the wrong channel still hurt in a deeper, less defined manner.

“Very well, if you’re already ready.” His fingers retreated, and it took me a moment to realize what he was saying. He must have taken that time to somehow put something on his cock to make it oiled because when it nudged against my opening, it was slick.

“No, Daddy, please!” I squealed as he pushed forward, the blunt head stretching me so much more than his fingers had. My stomach cramped, the ache rippling through my gut as the tight ring was forced open. I squeezed down automatically, but thanks to whatever he’d lubricated his cock with, it did absolutely nothing to stop his forward momentum.

His cock slid deeper, the raw feeling of his cock rubbing against flesh it should have never touched. He was so deep inside me, stretching me so wide, filling me so completely, I couldn’t get enough air to breathe to scream. The worst part was the way my pussy throbbed with envy, my body aching to be filled, just not in the way he was doing.

“You’re too big, Daddy, please!” My plea came out as a wheeze, barely audible, Tomas’ cock still rubbing against the back of my head.

“You can take me, babydoll. Daddy loves seeing his cock go up your hot little ass. And you’re going to remember to be a good girl from now on, aren’t you?” He gripped my hot cheeks, squeezing them and reigniting the pain while retreating, then thrusting in deeper.

“Noooooo.” I wailed at the sensation, anger filling me up. I was giving up on calling him Daddy. It wasn’t getting me anywhere, anyway. “You filthy oaf, get off me!”

Gio snorted, releasing one of my buttocks so he could spank it again. I didn’t care. I was furious at him, furious at my body’s betrayal, and I wanted to deny all of it.

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