Page 18 of A Bad Girl's Needs

I buried my face in the crook of Daniel’s neck, overwhelmed by the conflicting sensations coursing through my body. The ache in my thoroughly fucked bottom seemed to intensify with each small movement, yet the growing pleasure between my legs threatened to overshadow the discomfort.

Daniel’s skilled fingers found my clit, circling the sensitive nub with practiced ease. My hips jerked involuntarily, grinding down against his hand as a needy moan escaped my lips. The movement sent fresh waves of pain radiating from my overstretched anus, causing me to cry out softly.

“That bottom is still very sore, isn’t it, honey?” Daddy Daniel crooned in my ear.

My words came out in a high-pitched, girlish voice I had never imagined my throat could produce. What I said took me by surprise even more forcefully.

“Yes, Daddy,” I told him, my forehead creasing deeply. “You paddled it so hard.”

“So,” my new daddy replied, emphasizing his words with the movements of his strong hand between my thighs, “I think you should have another fucking, with my fingers. Would you like that, honey?”

“Oh, God,” I moaned, the girlishness flying away in the face of the very grownup need I felt. “Yes… oh… Daddy… please…”

The probing fingers moved up and down my tender, smooth cleft, teasing and exploring with exquisite skill. He held me close against his broad chest, my body cradled in his lap as if I were something precious. His other hand stroked my back in long, soothing motions that sent shivers down my spine.

“That’s it, honey,” he murmured, his breath hot against my cheek. “Just relax and let Daddy take care of you.”

Two thick fingers slid inside me, seeking and finding a place that made me cry out. I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily. The movement sent a fresh jolt of pain through my thoroughly fucked ass, a new reminder of the brutal ordeal through which my new daddy had already put me.

“Shh,” Daniel soothed, his thumb circling my clit as his fingers worked their magic inside me. “I’ve got you.”

As pleasure built within me, Daniel’s voice rumbled low in my ear. “You know, I watched you earlier,” he confessed. “When Daddy Kevin was fucking you in the training room.”

A fresh wave of shame washed over me at the memory. But Daniel’s fingers never faltered, drawing me inexorably toward the edge of bliss.

“God, you were beautiful,” he continued. “The way you took his cock, how your face flushed with pleasure… I knew right then that I had to have a share of you for myself.”

His skilled digits found a rhythm that had me squirming in time with their increasingly urgent thrusts. The relentless assault on my soaking sheath drew me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. His deep voice rumbled in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

“You know, Amy,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin, “I read your whole file before I came here today. Every single detail about you fascinated me.”

I whimpered, both from the pleasure building between my legs and the unexpected revelation. Daniel’s thumb circled my clit with exquisite precision as he continued speaking.

“Did you know that I even saw your high school transcripts? Straight A’s across the board. Quite impressive.”

My breath hitched, a mixture of shame and pride washing over me. How could he know so much about me? And why did the idea of him poring over my past send a thrill through my body?

Daniel’s fingers worked me relentlessly. “You’re incredibly intelligent, Amy. Creative, too. It’s part of what drew me to you.”

I moaned, my hips rocking against his hand as he brought me closer to the brink. His words, however, kept me tethered to reality, forcing me to listen even as pleasure threatened to overwhelm me.

“You know,” he mused, his voice thoughtful despite the increasingly urgent pace of his fingers, “I’ve found that bad girls often make the best executives. There’s something special aboutthat rebellious streak, that ability to think outside the box that leads to success in what I think are the most important roles.”

Daniel’s words reverberated through my mind, even as I succumbed to the relentless pleasure his fingers drew from my body. As I teetered on the edge of orgasm, a sudden realization hit me with the force of a freight train.

My breath caught in my throat, not just from the exquisite sensations coursing through me, but from the overwhelming emotions that threatened to engulf me. Here, in this cold, sterile cell, cradled in the arms of a man who had just brutally fucked my virgin ass, I found myself falling. Falling hard and fast, in a way I never thought possible.

Daniel’s touch was electric, his fingers playing my body like a finely tuned instrument. But it wasn’t just the physical pleasure that had me reeling. It was the way he spoke to me, the genuine interest he showed in my past, my intelligence, my potential. His words painted a picture of a future I had never dared to imagine for myself.

I had always scoffed at the idea of love at first sight, dismissing it as a fantasy perpetuated by cheesy romance novels and saccharine movies. Yet here I was, my heart racing not just from arousal, but from a deeper, more profound emotion that I couldn’t quite name.

Daniel’s combination of raw sexual dominance and unexpected tenderness had bypassed all of my carefully constructed defenses. His knowledge of my body, the way he seemed to instinctively understand what I needed, both physically and emotionally, left me breathless.

Daniel’s knowing fingers drove me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. His touch was masterful, alternating between feather-light caresses that made me whimper with need and firm, purposeful strokes that had me seeing stars.

“That’s it, honey,” he encouraged. “Let go for Daddy. Show me how good I make you feel.”

I writhed in his lap, my hips bucking against his hand as pleasure built within me. The soreness in my thoroughly fucked ass only seemed to heighten every sensation, a constant reminder of the shameful things my new daddy had so recently done to me.

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