Page 32 of Use Me, Daddy

“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered.

My spanking started anew, each terrible slap enough to send a searing wave of heat over my scalded flesh as he struck the fullest part of my ass.

And then his hand moved lower, slipping from my sore, reddened cheeks to my thighs. The first strike there made mejerk in surprise, a strangled cry escaping my lips. The scalding sting was so much harsher now, the skin so much more sensitive. It felt like a brand, hot and searing, and my body instinctively tried to pull away. But his grip on my waist was firm, unyielding.

“Stay still,” he ordered, his voice firm, and even in my haze of pain, I couldn’t help but obey. My thighs quivered under his touch, my mind spinning as he brought his hand down again, the sound of the slap sharp and merciless.

My eyes watered and I blinked away my tears, trying to hold on, trying to take this gracefully, but it was hard. It was so hard. He spanked from the tops of my cheeks all the way down to the middle of my thighs. He pushed me right past the edge of what I thought I could take and then I took more.

I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

The tears spilled over, hot and unbidden, and I felt something inside me crack. The fight, the stubbornness—it all slipped away, leaving me raw, open, and entirely vulnerable. A sob caught in my throat as I finally let go, surrendering to the intensity of it all.

“Please, Daddy!” I whimpered, my voice broken, barely more than a whisper. “Daddy, please!”

His hand stilled, resting on my thigh, and for a moment, the only sound in the room was my ragged breathing, the soft, almost inaudible sobs that I couldn’t seem to stop. His fingers traced gently over the marks he’d left, his touch surprisingly tender, almost reverent.

I was still trembling, still trying to catch my breath, but the release was overwhelming, almost euphoric. I’d finally let go, finally surrendered completely, and in that moment, I realizedjust how deeply I’d needed it. Aleksei’s touch, firm and unyielding, had taken me to a place I hadn’t even known I could reach, and now, as I lay across his lap, I felt a peace I hadn’t felt in years.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered softly, his lips close to my ear. “I’m going to take care of you. And right now, you need to come for me.”

And then, his fingers pressed between my legs, grazing over my wet folds until they finally settled on my clit.

Lightly, he circled my needy bud and I moaned, tears still sliding down my cheeks and I almost came right then and there over his knee with my bright red ass still on display.

I shuddered, the sensation overwhelming, and for a moment, I was sure I couldn’t bear it. But his touch was gentle, knowing, and the ache inside me grew, the need to come so strong it was almost painful. I bucked my hips against his hand, desperate for more, and his fingers slipped inside me.

“Fuck,” I moaned, my voice ragged.

This man was going to make me come undone. I told myself that couldn’t happen. That he wouldn’t best me, that this was just an orgasm, plain and simple, nothing more.

But as his fingers curled inside me, stroking against that perfect spot, I knew it was already too late.

I cried out, my body writhing under his touch, the orgasm building within me, threatening to break free.

“Come for Daddy,” he murmured, his fingers working their magic between my legs. They swirled around my clit, pressingdown in just the perfect way, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me and then I couldn’t hold back anymore.

My orgasm hit like a tidal wave, sending me spiraling into a white-hot abyss of ecstasy, my body shaking with the force of it. I could feel his hand tighten on my hip, holding me in place, his touch possessive and firm, and the knowledge that he was still in control, that he was still taking care of me, sent me soaring even higher.

Before I could stop myself, I opened my mouth and a scream of pleasure tumbled out.

And then, everything went black.

I was falling, falling, and I couldn’t stop.

My world spun around me, darkness and light swirling together in a dizzying blur, and the only thing that kept me tethered to reality was his touch, his one free hand still resting on my hip, holding me in place.

The darkness closed in, pulling me under, and for a moment, I felt a flicker of fear, of panic, but his presence was reassuring, his voice a steady, low murmur in my ear.

“That’s it, little girl,” he whispered. “Give yourself to me. Give it all to Daddy.”

His words were a warm, comforting blanket around me, wrapping me in a sense of safety, of security, and I drifted for a moment, floating on a sea of bliss, before his fingers grazed over my clit once more and then I came again.

My second orgasm was so intense, so overwhelming, that it seemed to last forever. Waves of pleasure crashed over me,drowning me in a sea of sensation, and I couldn’t do anything but ride it out, letting the current carry me far away.

I writhed over his knee, trying not to think about how my bright red ass was clenching over his knee, or how my pussy was squeezing the fingers that still surged inside of me, or how good it felt when his other hand slid up the curve of my spine and gripped the back of my neck.

He held me steady, his voice a low, soothing murmur.

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