Page 43 of Use Me, Daddy

“You’re going to take this for me like a good girl, aren’t you?” he murmured, running the cool length of the belt across the backs of my thighs, teasing me, making me tremble and gasp with anticipation.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice shaking with a mix of nerves and excitement. I could barely think past the haze of desire clouding my mind. I was completely at his mercy now, and the worst part of all was that I wanted to be.

The first strike was firm but controlled, the leather snapping against my skin with a biting sting that made me gasp. It stung far more than his hand already, like a line of fire arcing across my ass, hot and brutal and immediate, but beneath it was a wave of something else—something that sent a rush of arousal flooding through me. I couldn’t stop the soft moan that slipped from my lips, my body arching into the sensation.

“That’s my good girl,” Aleksei said, his voice low and approving.

Another strike, harder this time, landed across the curve of my ass, the shrill crack of the belt echoing through the room. My hands clenched against the desk, my breath coming in short, ragged bursts as the burn spread through me, mingling with the heat already pooling between my thighs. I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped me, my body trembling with each strike.

He was relentless but measured, each stroke of the belt carefully placed, each one sending another shockwave of sensationrippling through me. I was drowning in it, in the delicious mix of pain and pleasure that had me teetering on the edge of an orgasm just out of reach.

The next strike came down with more force, making my breath hitch and my thighs press together in a desperate attempt to relieve the throbbing ache between them. I was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation, and I couldn’t tell where the pain ended and the pleasure began.

“You’re taking it so well,” he murmured, his voice thick with approval.

I whimpered, the words breaking me down even further, making my knees weak. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, my world narrowing down to the sting of the belt and the dark, soothing tone of his voice.

“Just a few more,” he whispered, his hand sliding down to squeeze my hip, grounding me as he lifted the belt once more. “And then I’ll give you exactly what you’ve been begging for all week.”

The belt came down again, harder this time, the sharp crack of leather against skin echoing through the room. I couldn’t stop the cry that escaped my lips, my hands gripping the edge of the desk so tightly my knuckles turned white.

“Beautiful,” Aleksei murmured, his voice a dark whisper that sent shivers through me. His fingers traced over the welts he’d left, the tender skin stinging under his touch, and my body arched into his hand despite myself.

“You wear my marks so well, baby girl,” he continued, almost to himself, with a twisted kind of admiration.

I could feel the heat in my cheeks flare even hotter at his words, my body trembling. I had come in here thinking I could best him, that I could control this, but he was proving me wrong with every stroke, every word. And the worst part was I liked it.

I craved more of it.

Another strike, and I gasped, my back arching, my body instinctively pushing back against the belt even as it sent a sharp sting racing through me. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but they weren’t from the pain. No, it was something else entirely—a strange, intoxicating mix of shame, desire, and surrender that I couldn’t wrap my mind around.

“Such a pretty shade of red,” Aleksei crooned, his fingers brushing lightly over the freshly marked skin, making me shiver. “But we’re not done yet, are we?” His voice was so calm, so controlled, as if he had all the time in the world to break me down to exactly where he wanted me.

I whimpered, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

“Please… Daddy…” I didn’t even know what I was begging for anymore. Relief, release—something to ease the aching need that was consuming me, that was making my clit pulse like a drum between my thighs.

He chuckled softly, the sound dark and satisfied. “You can take more,” he said, almost gently. “And you will, because you know you need it.”

He lifted the belt again, the leather gliding through his fingers before coming down in a hard, deliberate strike that sent a shockwave through me, leaving me gasping for breath. The sting was scalding hot, and I knew it would linger long after this moment was over.

“Look at those marks. You’re going to feel them every time you sit down tomorrow. Each one is going to remind you exactly who put them there, that Daddy bent you over his desk, lifted your skirt, and belted your pretty ass bright red,” he purred, his fingers brushing over my burning skin with a gentleness that contrasted so sharply with the punishing strikes.

The idea sent a rush of heat through me, and I hated how much I wanted that, how much I liked the thought of carrying his marks long after I walked out of this office.

“Now, be a good girl and reach back and spread those naughty cheeks. Show me the tight little hole I’m going to fuck,” he demanded, his voice a low growl as he leaned down, his breath hot against my ear.

“Please fuck my pussy, Daddy,” I gasped, my voice shaking. “Please… Daddy… please. Not my ass…”

“No, baby girl. If you want a fucking, it’s going to be in that tight little ass,” he whispered, his fingers trailing over my welted skin one final time, making me shudder. My pussy clenched so hard I nearly came, and a single drop of arousal rolled down my inner thigh, making me tremble.

“Please, Daddy?” I tried one last time.

He answered with the belt, one firm strike directly on the tops of my thighs that took my breath away. My knees buckled as the sting radiated through me, the pain somehow heightening the throbbing ache between my thighs.

With a mortified cry, I reached back, obeying his command. My palms pressed into the heated flesh of my ass, pulling my cheeks apart, and the humiliation of the act hit me like a freight train.His hands were on mine in an instant, covering them, and the touch was strangely gentle.

There was a rustle of movement behind me, and I knew that Aleksei was kneeling behind me, his gaze inches from my exposed asshole.

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