Page 81 of Use Me, Daddy

I whimpered, my body trembling as the sting radiated through me, mingling with the growing heat that made my thighs clench.

“Tell me why you’re being punished,” he said, his hand stilling for a moment, giving me just enough time to catch my breath.

“Because I… I didn’t trust you,” I said softly, my voice shaking but honest.

“That’s right,” he said, his tone softening, though the intensity in his gaze didn’t waver. “And will you make that mistake again?”

“No, Daddy,” I whispered, the words spilling out without hesitation.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, his hand caressing the stinging skin as if to soothe the burn.

And then I heard the sound of his clothes rustling behind me and his zipper coming down.

Not a second later, the fat head of his pierced cock was pressing against the entrance to my pussy, and I knew the real part of my punishment was about to begin.

He thrust into me hard, the sudden fullness stealing my breath. There was no preamble, no teasing, just a single, brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt inside me. I cried out, the mixture of pain and pleasure flooding through me, making my head spin.

He didn’t start off gentle. He wasn’t kind or tender in any way.

He simply fucked me hard and deep, his cock and his piercing hitting places inside me I didn’t even know existed. He was relentless, taking me like an animal, his grip on my hips unrelenting as he used my body for his own pleasure.

It was raw and primal, the most intense fucking I had ever experienced.

His pace didn’t slow; if anything, it got faster, his cock slamming into me over and over, his breath coming in rough, ragged pants as he took what was his. He pounded into me, every thick inch of him filling me up completely and then some.

His piercing added another layer, another sensation, making me feel every tiny movement of his cock and he stroked into me over and over, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy, each stroke making my body tremble.

He felt so good, his body dominating mine as he slammed into me again and again.

The pleasure and the pain mingled together, the sensation so intense it was almost overwhelming. I struggled to catch my breath, but it was useless, the air forced out of me with every thrust.

He was merciless.

My pussy ached, unable to get used to the sheer size of him as he mounted and rutted me like a wild beast.

His hand wrapped around the nape of my neck, squeezing firmly as he drove into me, his hips slapping against my freshly reddened ass.

He was a machine, brutal and savage and relentless. There was no mercy, no respite, just his cock claiming me, dominating me, owning me in every way.

“Now, baby girl, you’re going to come hard for me. For every orgasm, I’m going to remove a clamp. If you don’t come hard enough, I’m not going to count it,” he said softly, his command settling over me like a weighted blanket.

My eyes closed, the sensations more than a little overwhelming as his fingers dug into my hips, his grip almost bruising. I was lost in the rhythm of his thrusts, the pleasure and pain blurring together until all I could focus on was the feeling of his cock driving into me, of his piercing rubbing against a spot deepinside me, over and over, deeper and deeper until I couldn’t tell left from right or up from down.

The pressure was building inside me, my whole body trembling as the heat twisted inside my core, the tension coiling tighter. I moaned, my hands clenched into fists against the restraints as he buried himself to the hilt, his cock stretching me until I thought I would burst.

“That’s my girl. Come for me,” he demanded.

And I did.

My climax crashed over me, a white-hot inferno sweeping through me. My whole body shook, waves of pleasure rolling through me, consuming every inch of me.

I cried out, my voice hoarse and ragged, but he didn’t stop. His cock thrust into me again, his pace never faltering, his grip on my hips holding me in place.

Then he reached around me and undid the clamp on my left nipple.

It hurt, a sharp, sweet sting that made my breath catch in my throat. My eyes flew open, and I stared down at the swollen flesh, the sensation both painful and pleasurable.

Before I could recover, he was back, his hands gripping my hips as his cock filled me again. The newfound sensitivity made the sensation all the more intense, and I cried out, the sound echoing in the room and before I could stop it, another orgasm steamrolled into me with the power of a tidal wave.

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