Page 16 of A Bad Girl's Needs

“I… I don’t know,” I sobbed, my forehead pressed against the cool concrete. “It hurts, but… but…”

Daddy Daniel’s hand slid around to cup my breast, his thumb brushing over my hardened nipple. “But what, bad girl? Say it.”

“But I need more,” I finally whispered, shame burning through me at the admission.

He chuckled darkly, his hips starting to move in slow, shallow thrusts. “That’s it, Amy. Let your body tell you what it needs. Your mind might still be resisting, but this hungry little hole knows exactly what it wants.”

As if to prove his point, my inner muscles clenched around his invading cock, drawing him deeper. I moaned, torn between the urge to push him away and the desperate need to take him fully.

“Look at how well you’re taking my cock,” Daddy Daniel praised, his voice husky with arousal. “Such a good girl, opening up for her daddy.”

His words sent an unexpected clench to my pussy. I cried out, and I pushed backward despite the pain.

Daddy Daniel groaned as I moved toward him, taking his cock even deeper into my aching ass. “That’s it, Amy,” he purred, his voice thick with pleasure. “Show me how much you need this.”

It hurt terribly, but my arousal only grew with the fiery stretching. Each thrust sent jolts of electricity through my body, a confusing mix of pain and pleasure that left me gasping.

“Please,” I whimpered, though I wasn’t sure what I was begging for. More? Less? For it to stop entirely? My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting desires.

Daddy Daniel’s hand snaked around my hip, his fingers finding my swollen clit. I jerked at the contact, a strangled moan escaping my lips.

“So wet,” he murmured, his skilled fingers circling my sensitive nub. “Your pussy is dripping, Amy. Does getting your virgin ass fucked turn you on this much?”

I shook my head in denial, even as my hips rocked back to meet his thrusts. Shame burned through me at my body’s eager response. How could I be enjoying this?

From nearby, I heard Jenna’s cries grow louder as Miss Frieda continued her punishment. The sharp crack of the strap against flesh seemed to echo in my ears, each impact making me clench involuntarily around Daddy Daniel’s invading cock.

“Focus, Amy,” Daddy Daniel commanded, his voice low and stern in my ear. “Feel every inch of my cock stretching that tight little hole of yours. This is what happens to naughty girls who steal.”

His fingers continued their relentless assault on my clit as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. The dual sensations—the burning stretch in my ass and the jolts of pleasure from my clit—were overwhelming. I felt myself spiraling higher, shame and arousal warring within me.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Take it like the bad girl you are. Let everyone hear how much you love getting your ass fucked.”

As if on cue, a loud moan escaped my lips. The sound echoed off the concrete walls, mingling with Jenna’s cries and the wet slapping of Daddy Daniel’s hips against my reddened cheeks.

“Please,” I sobbed, no longer sure what I was begging for. “Please, Daddy!”

His grip on my hip tightened as he pounded into me harder. “Please what, Amy? Tell Daddy what you need.”

The pressure was building, a tidal wave of sensation threatening to crash over me. “I need… I need to come!” I wailed, past caring who heard my shameful admission.

“Not yet,” Daddy Daniel growled. “Bad girls don’t get to come until they’ve learned their lesson. Have you learned yours, Amy?”

I nodded frantically.

“Yes! Yes, I’ve learned my lesson!” I cried out desperately, my body trembling on the edge of release.

Daddy Daniel’s fingers stilled on my clit, denying me that final push over the edge. “Tell me what you’ve learned, Amy,” he demanded, his hips never slowing their punishing rhythm. “I want to hear you say it.”

Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to form coherent thoughts. The relentless pounding of Daddy Daniel’s cock in my ass and the throbbing ache in my neglected pussy made it hard to focus.

“I… I’ve learned that stealing is wrong,” I whimpered. “That I had other options. That I deserve to be punished for my crimes.”

“And?” Daddy Daniel prompted, his voice stern.

“And… and that bad girls only get fucked with very sore bottoms,” I sobbed, shame burning through me at the admission.

Daddy Daniel’s fingers resumed their assault on my clit, circling the sensitive nub with practiced skill. “Good girl,” he purred. “Now, come for Daddy. Show everyone how much you love being fucked in your naughty little asshole.”

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