Page 31 of Use Me, Daddy

“Good girl,” he murmured again, and the words sent a thrill through me, making me press my thighs together instinctively.But his hand on my back kept me steady, held me right where he wanted me.

There was a certain relief to the fact that I wasn’t going anywhere, and a certain fear that came with it too.

“Now,” he said, his voice dipping lower, “I want to hear you ask for what’s next. I won’t give you anything unless you ask for it, baby girl.”

I felt the flush creep up my neck, my cheeks burning hotter. This was my choice—every step of it. I could stop him, pull back, but the need inside me was growing stronger by the second.

He was making me submit to this and that was making my pussy clench.

“Spank me,” I said, the words tumbling out in a rush, my voice shaking with both nerves and desire. “Please, Daddy… I want you to spank me.”

The moment hung in the air, heavy and charged, until I felt the first light touch of his hand against my bare skin, sending a jolt through me that was both thrilling and terrifying.

“You need ahardspanking, don’t you?” he whispered, and then his hand came down, lightly, only just enough to send a rush of heat straight through me.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, fear and arousal coiling up within my belly and I drew in a shaky breath.

“Then it’s time Daddy gave you exactly what you need, isn’t it?” he answered, and my heart stuttered in my chest.

I hummed with nervousness, unable to ignore the bareness of my ass and how utterly exposed I was right now over my boss’s knee.

And then, my very first spanking finally started.

His hand came down with a firm, resounding slap, the sound echoing through the quiet office. The sting was harsh and immediate, a heat blooming across my skin that took my breath away. I let out a small gasp, the sensation both startling and thrilling. But before I could fully process it, he brought his hand down again, harder this time, sending another wave of heat rippling through me.

I bit down on my lip, trying to hold back a whimper, but it was no use. Every strike sent a jolt of sensation straight through me, a strange, intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure. This was harder than I’d expected—more intense, much more overwhelming. But even as my body flinched with each smack, there was a part of me that craved it, that needed it.

His rhythm was steady, controlled, each strike perfectly placed. I could feel my skin growing hotter, the sting spreading into a deeper ache that made me squirm against his lap. But he kept his hand on my back, holding me in place, his voice a steady, commanding murmur above me.

“Is this what you need, baby girl?” he asked, his tone low and almost soothing despite the firm way his hand came down on my bare skin again.

The burn—it was making my mind go blank, turning every thought into nothing more than a desperate, needy haze. And yet, as hard as he was spanking me, it wasn’t enough. Not quite.I needed more. Needed to be pushed further, past the line I thought I couldn’t cross.

I needed him to make me surrender.

I let out a shaky breath, the words slipping out before I could stop them. “Harder,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Please, Daddy… harder.”

He paused for a moment, his hand resting on my burning skin, and I could almost feel the satisfied smile that must have been spreading across his lips.

“You want it harder?” he asked in a dark, dangerous whisper. “Beg for it, little girl.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, my entire body trembling as I fought against the instinct to hold back, to protect myself. But I was past that now—too far gone, too desperate for more of the sharp, searing sensation that sent heat pooling low in my belly, too needy for the orgasm he’d promised.

“Please,” I gasped, the words tumbling out in a rush. “Please,Daddy. Spank me harder. I need it. I?—”

Before I could finish, his hand came down again, this time with a force that made me cry out, the pain intense and raw, but exactly what I’d begged for. My body arched, my breath hitching, and I could feel the tears welling in my eyes—not from pain, but from the sheer intensity of the entire thing.

“Good girl. That’s it…” he murmured, his voice darkly triumphant.

And he didn’t let up. Each strike came down with unrelenting force, until the burn in my skin was matched only by the burningneed deep inside me. I was completely lost, completely his, and I never wanted it to stop.

His hand came down again and again, and each strike seemed harder than the last, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. I tried to brace myself for each one, but it was impossible. The sting grew hotter, spreading through me until my entire body was trembling, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. I could feel the heat radiating off my skin, the brutal, aching burn that had gone far beyond anything I could have imagined.

It was more than I thought I could take, and yet, I wanted it—I needed it.

The tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, and I squeezed them shut, refusing to let them fall. I couldn’t give in. Not yet. But Aleksei was relentless, each strike more precise, more punishing than the one before. My hands clenched into fists, my nails digging into my palms, as I tried to hold on, to keep myself from crying out.

“Still need more, baby girl?” he murmured, his voice a dark caress above me. His hand paused, resting on my burning skin, as if he were giving me a moment to catch my breath. But I could feel the tension in him, the way he was waiting, watching, pushing me right to the edge of what I could endure and then right past it.

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