Page 42 of Use Me, Daddy

I pressed my forehead against the desk, my breath coming in ragged gasps. My pride was fighting a losing battle against the throbbing need that had taken over my body.

“I… I can’t,” I whispered, my voice shaking.

“Oh, but you can,” Aleksei murmured, his hand slipping between my thighs, teasing me with feather-light touches that left me trembling. “And you will. Because until you do, I’m not going to give you what you’re begging for with every part of your body.”

I clenched my fists against the desk, my breaths coming out in short, desperate bursts as he glanced over my clit. He was right.

And the worst part was… I wanted to give in. I needed to.

“Please,” I finally gasped, my voice a broken whisper. “Please, Aleksei… I need you.”

He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. “There’s my good girl,” he whispered, his voice dark and possessive. “Now let’s see just how much more you’re willing to give me.”

And with that, his fingers pressed into my pussy, slow and deliberate, and I cried out, my body arching against his touch.

Every thought, every ounce of pride, melted away, leaving only the raw, desperate need for him. I squeezed my eyes shut, my entire body trembling.

God, I couldn’t believe I was doing this, that I was letting him reduce me to this… but I couldn’t stop. The way he touched me, the way he commanded me—it was like nothing I’d ever felt before. And deep down, some part of me wanted to surrender to him.

“I need you to… to fuck me,” I finally gasped, my voice breaking, my cheeks burning hot with the shame of admitting it. “Please, Daddy… I need it.”

A low, dark chuckle rumbled from his chest, and I could feel the heat of his satisfaction like a physical touch. “Now, was that so hard?” he teased, his fingers pressing into me morefirmly, drawing another breathless moan from my lips. “You’re learning, baby girl. Maybe next time, you won’t fight me so hard.”

Without warning, he withdrew his fingers from my pussy, leaving me gasping, bereft, aching, on the edge of release but not quite there, and then he smacked my ass,hard. I let out a frustrated cry, my body straining toward him, but he simply spanked me several more times, making me cry out from the brutal sting.

“You think you can come into my office, play your little games, come for me, and leave without suffering any consequences?” he said, his tone dangerously soft. “I told you, little girl… I always win.”

I could barely breathe, my legs trembling as I tried to steady myself, my mind a haze of need and frustration. He had me right where he wanted me, and we both knew it.

“Now,” he said, his eyes locking onto mine, “if you want more… if you want me to finish what I started, you’re going to have to ask for it properly. Ask Daddyfor what you truly need.”

I swallowed hard, my pride warring with the desperate ache between my thighs. I looked over my shoulder and met his eyes. But the way he was looking at me, the heat in his eyes, the way my body was screaming for him—I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Please, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of my surrender. “Please… I need you to finish it. I need you to fuck me.”

He said nothing, waiting. I knew he wanted me to be more specific, and taking a deep breath, I continued.

“I need you to… to fuck my ass,” I finally gasped, my voice breaking, my cheeks burning hot with the shame of admitting it. “Please, Daddy… I need it.”

Before I could even process what was happening, he grabbed my wrist, twisting my arm up behind my back and holding it there in a vise grip. He kicked my feet apart and pushed my torso further down against the desk.

One thing was abundantly clear.

I was no longer in charge.

“Now, this sweet little ass needs to be bright red before I fuck it,” he murmured and I looked over my shoulder, my eyes wide.

My heart skipped a beat when his hands moved to his belt.

The soft, metallic click of the buckle sent a thrill straight through me, my whole body tightening with anticipation. I should have felt nervous, should have been second-guessing myself, but instead, all I could feel was a hot, pulsing need that had been building ever since I walked into his office. I was lost in the heat of the moment, desperate to see where this would lead.

Desperate for the orgasms that would ultimately come after all this was over.

“Eyes on me,” he said, his voice low and commanding as he slowly pulled the belt free from his slacks. I turned my head to watch the leather slide through the loops with a soft, dangerous hiss, and I couldn’t stop the way my thighs clenched together, trying to contain the aching heat between them.

The sight of him holding that belt, the dark leather dangling from his fingers, made my pulse race even faster. I wasbreathless, my hands gripping the edge of the desk, and I knew he could see just how much I wanted this. How much I needed it.

He stepped closer, the belt hanging loosely in his hand as he reached out to gently tilt my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze.

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