Page 56 of Morally Gray Daddies

Why did he have to have his finger wet with my arousal for a punishment? His command didn’t make any sense to me, but I spread my legs regardless.

Erik lowered his hand and rubbed his finger along the folds of my sex, collecting my wetness once again. When he did so this time, he made sure to run his fingertip across my clit and press lightly.

I gasped as a bolt of electricity shot through me. I instantly wanted him to do it again, but instead, he moved his finger to my anus and rested it on the outside of my hole. I tensed immediately, unsure why he would touch me in such a way.

“We don’t want to wake everyone up with the loudness of a spanking, so I’m going to give you a silent punishment for your behavior. This tight hole of yours is perfect.”

What the?—

Answering my internal question, Erik pressed his slick fingertip past my puckered hole in one effortless motion.

My squeal at the invasion would have been louder had his finger not been in my mouth.

“Shhh. Be a good girl and take your punishment without waking everyone. If anyone’s sleep is disturbed, then I’ll spank you again.”

The threat of another spanking forced me to hold back any loud shouts of protest. I had no choice but to succumb to his invasion of my most intimate spot or risk another discipline on my already tender behind.

His finger went in deeper, and although I whimpered lightly from the bite and sting of the penetration, I did control my verbal response.

“That’s a good girl. Allow me to stretch your naughty little hole. Suck on my finger while I teach you your lesson.” I did just as he asked, proud when he praised me and called me good girl.

In and out, he pumped, his movements slow and even gentle. His finger inside of me felt so much larger than I knew it to be, as it forced my body to accept him. It hurt… but it also felt good.

Would moans like Rue’s soon escape my lips? Was it just a matter of time until Erik was mounted on top of me, thrusting his cock inside this hole rather than his finger? Is that what would be next? The thought of him doing so both terrified and fascinated me.

Just as I felt I couldn’t take any more, Erik slowly withdrew his finger.

He kissed my cheek then removed his other finger from my mouth. “That’s enough for tonight. You have a tight little hole that needs extra care. But with time, we’ll get you ready to take all of me there. It’ll all be part of your training. If you behave the rest of the trip, I may start off with a small finger rather than a large dick.” He kissed me on the cheek again and chuckled.

Was he serious? Or was he gaining enjoyment from my fear of him training me?

“I don’t understand,” I whispered. And I didn’t.

He simply kissed me on the cheek for the third time and fixed my clothing so I was no longer half-nude.

Why was he following his painful punishment with kisses and cuddles? Was this a mind game? What the hell was going on?

Why had I allowed this indecent, forbidden act to happen? My mother would have died if she knew I allowed this without a fight. Not that I had much of a choice, but I’d put up absolutely no resistance at all.

Why had I felt loss and incompleteness the moment he pulled his finger from my anus?

I didn’t understand why a strong, rhythmic beat occurred deep within my pussy. It was so strong I struggled not to beg for Erik to touch my clit again and give me that jolt of pleasure I wanted to experience over and over again.

And I really didn’t understand why I liked how he practically growled the words good girl into my ear, and how it filled me with security I never experienced nor knew existed before. And if I were honest with myself?—

No! I couldn’t be honest with myself. I could not! For I feared what would truly result from doing so.

Erik adjusted my body to spoon me once more. “Go back to sleep. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. You and I are going home.”

“Home?” I whispered, my head and body still drowning in confusion. “Just you and me?”

“Yes, our home will just be the two of us. I have a small cabin and a little land on the northern tip of Heathens Hollow. It isn’t much, but for now, it’ll have to do.” He paused for a long moment. “I hadn’t planned on taking you with me, but plans change. You’re here, and I suppose we just have to adjust to the situation.”

I nodded. I had to adjust to the situation. It wasn’t like I had much of a choice. My father had made the decision for me. My freedom was sold the day I left Russian soil. Did it really matter who my owner, even captor, would be?

I remained silent, still feeling the arousal between my legs, the tenderness of my backside, the sting from the stretch of my asshole, and the mixture of hate and desire for this man… but as time went by, much less hate.

“Go to sleep,” he said.

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