Page 80 of Use Me, Daddy

I was completely at his mercy, whichever hole he decided to fuck.

“You look perfect like this,” he said softly, his hands skimming over my hips, his touch igniting a trail of fire in its wake. “Bound. Waiting. Ready. Soaking wet.”

I bit my lip, trying to keep the whimper rising in my throat from escaping. His words were a heady mix of praise and possession, and they left me feeling exposed in a way I couldn’t explain.

“You don’t need to think, sweet girl,” he continued, his voice like velvet. “All you need to do is take your punishment like a good girl. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, the words trembling on my lips.

His hands tightened slightly on my hips, his thumbs brushing against my skin in a way that sent a shiver racing down my spine.

He leaned down, his breath warm on my ear. “Do you know why I tied you up like this?”

I shook my head. “No, Daddy,” I whispered.

“It’s so you remember,” he said softly, his voice dropping to a near growl, “that you’re mine. Every inch of you, every breath, every thought—you belong to me now.”

His words sent a shiver racing through me, and I couldn’t stop the soft whimper that escaped my lips. He moved behind me, his presence overwhelming as his hands traced a slow, deliberate path along my thighs again, teasing and tormenting me with the barest touch.

I closed my eyes, my fingers clenching into fists against the silk ropes. The heat of his hands, the weight of his voice—it was all too much, yet not enough.

“Please,” I whispered, the word slipping out before I could stop it.

“Please, what?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement.

“Please… I need your cock,” I admitted, my face burning with embarrassment.

He hummed, a low, satisfied sound that made my knees weak despite the position I was in.

“That’s a start,” he said. “But I want you to say it properly.”

I hesitated, my cheeks flaming as his hands skimmed higher, his touch sending sparks racing through my body.

“Say it, baby girl,” he insisted, his voice softer now, but no less commanding.

“Please fuck me with your cock, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice trembling but sincere.

He stilled for a moment, then leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear.

“Good girl,” he said softly, his voice filled with quiet satisfaction. “Now let’s see how well you can take what I give you.”

The words sent a rush of heat through me, and I braced myself, knowing he wasn’t going to be gentle.

And deep down, I knew that I didn’t want him to be.

Because I needed this.

I needed to be punished. I needed to know what it was like.

“You thought you could do things your way,” he said, calm and measured, like he was delivering a lecture. “Thought you could make decisions without me. But that’s not how this works, baby girl. You don’t act without my permission.”

“I know,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

His hand came down hard on my backside, the sound echoing in the room as a gasp escaped my lips. The sting was immediate, but it only seemed to heighten the ache inside me.

The next strike was harder, his hand coming down with enough force to make me gasp again, my body jerking against the restraints. The silk ropes held firm, keeping me in place as he continued, each smack firm and deliberate, driving home the lesson he wanted me to learn.

“You take your punishment so beautifully,” he said, his voice low and almost reverent. “Because deep down, you know you deserve it.”

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