Page 21 of Daddy's Little Patient

And cried. Oh, how she cried, her body aflame, her pussy trembling from the mix of agony and ecstasy. The thrill of apotential climax danced in her core, but she knew better than to concentrate on it. Good little girls did not come without Daddy’s permission, and never when they were being punished.

“Please!” she begged, but the burning was relentless. It spread everywhere—from her clit to her ass and beyond. Pain and pleasure intertwined, becoming nearly indistinguishable from one another.

No matter her words, movements or sobs, the bonfire lapping at her most intimate places intensified, the throbbing persisted, and it didn’t stop. It kept coming, fierce and swift, unyielding until she couldn’t even cry out “I’m sorry” anymore.

It burned until it broke her, leaving her to lie over his knees, weeping and blazing. Her bottom seared hotter than any spanking could have left it. The cushion beneath her cheek was soaked with her tears, and his arm was leaning into her back, pinning her firmly down as he took hold of the base of the butt plug and fucked her with it.

What started as slow thrusts, quickly built in savagery until she was being fucked as hard as he ever had and the friction… oh, the friction was kicking off the burn all over again.

Almost against her will, her hips began to rock, meeting his motion, thrust for thrust. Wanton lust licked seductively between her clenching thighs, falling into sync with his motions. She rubbed herself against him, only vaguely aware that what she was rubbing against was the bulge of his cock, jutting against the confines of his jeans to prod her hip.

She moaned. “Daddy, my naughty parts are achy.”

He let go of the plug and smacked her bottom.

“Up,” he ordered.

She stumbled to obey, her legs shaky, and her whole body so unsteady that he had to help her. Standing, he led her around to the back of the couch and bent her over it. He spanked her pussy, five relatively stern swats that heightened her needy ache untilshe was scrambling to get her head down, her arms flat on the cushions, and her legs spread as wide as they would go.

His belt buckle clinked and his zipper whisked down the metal teeth of his fly. In one hard shove, he was in her, stretching and filling her now scalded pussy, his girth competing with the butt plug for what limited space there was inside her. She bit her cast, muffling her sigh as her toes curled and her pussy walls hugged him. He didn’t just rock her couch, he rocked the whole damn world as his hips pounded into her.

He grabbed her ass with both hands, fingertips digging into every tender spot he’d made as he rode her deep and hard. Her toes cracked, she came so hard. Her fingers clenched, too, and that hurt like hell, but the rolling waves of pleasure just kept coming until with three furious pumps, he came too.

She gasped, moaning and laughing as the spasms rocked her, gradually easing away even as his last few lingering thrusts gentled.

“Ow,” she groaned, languid and content.

“For more reasons than one,” he agreed, giving her ass a slap as he pulled out. He grabbed his cock. “Jesus… why did I use the peppermint oil?”

She giggled. “I can feel my bottom throbbing… all the way into my fingers.”

“Breakfast first,” he said, “then I’ll give you your pill. You need to take it with food anyway.”

Her legs were so unsteady, he had to help her off the couch and into the kitchen. She flopped down in the chair he took her to. That hurt as well, but she was too relaxed and happy to care.

“My Daddy loves me,” she sighed, wiggling to make the hurt flare hotter.

“Too bad he let your pancakes get cold.” Turning the stove back on, he checked the bottom of the flapjack still in the pan. Getting a plate from the cupboard, he dished it up, smothered itin syrup, then set it on the table in front of her. “Let me get the next one started, then I’ll grab a pill and cut this up for you.”

She glared at her casts, but there was no real anger behind it, only a mild irritation at her inability to either pick up a fork or tear the soft pancake apart with her fingers.

“The next six weeks are going to be a major pain, aren’t they?”

She heard the sizzle of the next pancake cooking before Cole came walking back. He fed her the next painkiller, but instead of cutting up her food as he’d promised, he walked back out of the kitchen, returning less than a minute later with a blue marker from her coloring pack. Pulling up a chair beside her, he held out his hand.

“Arm.”

She gave him her right one this time and watched as he wrote “It won’t last forever”between the mesh of the cast. He decorated it with stars, coloring them in and adding twinkle lines. She smiled in spite of herself when he turned the apostrophe into a heart.

“Thanks. You’re right.”

“Of course, I am.” Feeding her a bite of pancake, he headed back to the stove. “Daddy is always right.”

And helovedher. She loved him, too, but she hugged her casts over her stomach, content to keep that a secret until the time felt better to reveal it. She chewed her breakfast instead and studied the two happy sayings on her casts.

“It won’t last forever,” she mused, swallowing. How very true. Straightening in her seat, she brightened as a thought occurred. “Plus, if I get really sick of them, I know I can always cut them off.”

Dropping the plastic spatula in the pan, he grabbed a wooden one out of the crock by the stove and marched back to her.

“I’m kidding!” she yelled, laughing, but he still yanked her out of her chair and over the table, very nearly bending her right over on top of her pancakes. “Daddy, I’m kidding!”

Her laughter turned to squeals and her squeals to yelps because, apparently, when it came to cutting off casts, Daddies didn’t have a sense of humor, but that was okay.

He still didn’t spank her, either, and that was okay too. Sort of. Kind of. Or at least she understood the idea of it, if not the actually practice.

But still, when it came to Daddy Cole, if she’d learned one thing in all the time he’d been here—in all the time she’d known him—he didn’t take the easy way out with her. Her health and her safety came first. It would take time for her to learn to trust just how much she could lean on him before he gave up on her.

But hey, if he never walked away–and if there was one thing she could trust about her Daddy, he never lied–then she had the rest of her life to get used to it.

The End

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