Page 47 of Good Girl

I almost sigh a breath of relief as Daddy starts to focus on my ass cheeks, but somehow, it’s more painful on the softer flesh.

“Daddy,” I sob, eyes burning. “Daddy, it hurts. Please stop.”

Daddy ignores me and continues to rain down fire on the backs of my legs. When he keeps the same routine as last time, moving to concentrate on one cheek, I let the sobs free, knowing what is coming.

Five on one side, then…

“Oh,” I moan, the sound hiccupping over the sobs that try to fight through. Just like last time, the ends flick against my pussy, and while I feel the sting, there is also a zing of something good. Something that seems like, maybe, I might like it?

After the five on the second side, the flogger disappears, and I stiffen, waiting for the spank, but it doesn’t come.

My entire body moves with every inhale and exhale, and a sweat has broken out on my neck and forehead. The fire in my back is a low hum, and my eyelids feel heavy.

The bench creaks, and someone shifts behind me, then grips my ass cheeks too tightly. I cry out, but again, they fuck with my head, turning my pained sound into one of pleasure.

“Oh, god,” I moan as a tongue disappears into the entrance of my pussy. It licks in and in and in, never stopping, searching for something.

I feel the fucking moan as my wetness mingles with their saliva.

“There it is, kitten. Give it to me.”

I have no idea what Hudson wants, so I try to just push my pussy against his face, and the sound of approval I get does things to me. My insides feel like outsides, and my brain wants to wave a white flag.

How can I have so much heat and pain hammering at my system, yet feel pleasure because a tongue is buried inside of me?

Cool air ghosts my overheated pussy as Hudson pulls away.

“No,” I moan and am rewarded with a spank to my pussy. I jump and almost cry out, but where I think I should be registering pain, I don’t. Instead, there is heat and sparks of pleasure.

I moan again and thrust my pussy out for more. Another round of chuckles, these a little darker.

“There she is. I think we might have a pain slut on our hands.”

I have no idea who said it, because I’m distracted by a hand in my hair, yanking my head to look up. My neck screams at the angle, and I groan.

“Open your eyes, baby.”

It takes more effort than it should, but I get them open. Everything is a little hazy, but I can make out Daddy.

“Daddy,” I say, but it sounds slurred and kind of fair away.

“Hi, baby.” He smiles down at me, but it’s not a kind smile. It’s a little feral, ragged at the edges, like he is coming undone. Kind of like he wants to eat me alive. “You starting to feel a bit floaty?”

Floaty? Is that what this haziness is?

I try to nod, eyelids drooping shut again. “Yeah. Tired.”

“Need help holding up your head?”

“Yes, please,” I reply, my lips not really feeling connected to my body.

There is a bump and a click before the sound of something being tightened. The entire time, Daddy keeps my head pulled back tightly. Once the noises stop, fingers grip either side of my head and my chin is lowered onto something padded. The padding extends up either side of my face, and when the grip on my hair is released, my face is left smooshed into the cushioned prop. I don’t feel like my face is pointing straight out, but I’m not far off, tilted down to the ground just enough.

“Open your eyes for me one more time, baby.”

I pry my eyes open, the heat starting to turn from the floaty pleasure back to pain.

In front of my face are green and black strands.

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