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“Are you regretting your choices now?”

She’d never regretted anything more in her life as he pulled the dildo from her ass and used it to fuck her with short, slow thrusts. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good. Maybe the next time you’re tempted to blatantly defy a direct order from your Daddy, you’ll think twice.”

If she’d thought her confession would win her some mercy, she’d grossly miscalculated. Over and over he moved the fake cock in and out of her ass, the rubber scraping her sensitive inner walls until she felt raw and chafed.

And very, very sorry.

Dropping her head to the side, she let it rest on her arm as she closed her eyes against the pain and humiliation. And the need. God, that was the worst part. She should be hating everything he was doing to her, the way he was making her feel so small and helpless.

But she didn’t hate it. With every thrust of the cock inside her, the coil of desire in her belly tightened further and further until she couldn’t stand it.

How fucking broken must she be to enjoy this treatment?

Finally, when her blood was boiling with need so hot she wondered how she didn’t simply burst into flames and herbottom was aching inside and out, he pushed the cock all the way inside her. And held it there.

“Have you learned your lesson, little siren?” His voice was surprisingly tender, and her heart constricted at the sound of it.

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll never disobey you again, I swear.”

To her surprise, her desperate promise earned her a low, amused laugh. “Oh, my bratty little girl. I have no doubt you will test me every chance you get. I don’t expect to ever get unquestioning obedience from you. Just know that when you test me, I will always rise to the occasion and give my naughty girl the attention she needs.”

As she was rolling that response over in her mind, he released her wrists from the hooks at the top of the cross. “Make sure that cock stays right where Daddy put it,” he said as he took her hands, guiding her to the middle of the platform.

Her bottom immediately clenched around the foreign object lodged inside it, as if her very muscles knew their master and lived to obey him.

“On your knees, little siren. Daddy’s going to wash all those filthy little lies out of your mouth.”

Chapter Eleven

Frankie

She wasn’t used to getting on her knees for anyone. And she definitely wasn’t used to getting on her knees with her ass stuffed full of rubber cock.

But she managed it, albeit awkwardly, and the struggle was all worth it for the approving glint in her Daddy’s eyes when he looked down at her.

Cupping her face in his hand, he brushed a thumb over her cheekbone, wiping away the tears that had slipped from her eyes. “You’ve taken your punishment so well for me, little siren. When we’re done here, it’s all over and you’re forgiven. Can you take this last part for me?”

The thought of swallowing his gigantic cock didn’t exactly appeal, but something inside her simply… stilled at his words. Like her entire life had been leading up to the moment her Daddy told her she’d done well for him. It was peaceful, and she knew without question she would do everything in her power to keep that peace as long as she could.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” Pulling his hand away from her face, he unbuckled his belt, the sound ringing in her ears as he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free. “Open wide, little siren.”

Still riding the high of being told what a good job she’d done, she parted her lips as wide as they would go to welcome him in. The salty taste of his flesh hit her tongue as he pushed deep inside her mouth. Not quite deep enough to trigger her gag reflex, but instinct told her that was coming.

“Fuck,your mouth feels good, baby. I’m going to go slow this time, but if you can’t breathe or you need me to stop, just tap on my leg. Tap twice if you understand me.”

Lifting her hand to his thigh, she rapped her fingers twice against the rock-hard muscle.

“Good girl.”

The internet was bursting with memes and videos of women drooling over being called a good girl. Frankie had never considered herself one of those women.

Until now.

Everything in her craved his praise like her lungs craved air. As though she might actually die without it. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that wasn’t logical, was possibly even a huge red flag.

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