Page 47 of Fight Me Daddy

"You need to learn how to speak to me," he said evenly as the belt flicked against my skin. "When Daddy asks you a question, you fucking answer it. The first time."

I shook my head. "You're not my Daddy! Fuck you! You are nothing to- Shit!" I trembled as the next blow came down harder.

"No," he snapped. "Try again."

You crazy bastard!

I bit my lip and refused to give Gabriele what he wanted. He was the one that had told me I was nothing to him when I thought I could see a peek of something different. Now he wanted to be my Daddy? Fuck no. I wasn't about to go cowering to him for a damn thing, let alone scraps of affection and care.

Gabriele could go to hell.

"You're stubborn," Gabriele growled as he struck me again. "It won't get you anywhere. I can do this all day." He shifted and I felt his hand as it gripped my ass tightly. "Your ass is the most intoxicating shade of pink. Let's see how it looks red. And then maybe all bruised."

I blinked and shook my head. "D-don't," I choked out. "Gabriele, don't."

"Daddy," he corrected as he slapped my ass with his palm before he squeezed again, his nails digging into my flesh. "Say it."

"I-I..."

"Say it!"

"I can't!" I bit back and jumped as his palm connected with my flesh. "You don't have what I need and I've told you that already," I panted as I shook my head. "You will never be my Daddy."

Gabriele's hand against my ass made pain flare and my cock stupidly twitched. I shut my eyes and braced myself for the next blow. But it never came. Instead, Gabriele's calloused fingers stroked my flesh before he parted my cheeks. A digit prodded against my hole and I shot forward.

"Don't," I groaned.

Gabriele was back to being silent. He spread me open more and spat onto my hole before he wiggled a finger inside of me. I clenched around him and rolled over to my side only to be shoved back onto my stomach again.

"Gabriele," I shook my head. "I don't want it."

"Liar," he hissed.

My cock jerked and I rocked against the floor before I pushed back toward him. Apparently, my body had a mind of its own because I sure as hell wanted Gabriele off of me, but my body wanted him to keep going. To touch and stroke and fuck me into the ground until I couldn't take it anymore. I twisted my wrists and the metal of the cuffs dug into my skin, preventing me from moving too much.

Gabriele's finger sank deeper and I bit my lip so hard I tasted the familiar, coppery tang of blood. He hooked it and pressed against my prostate. A moan slipped free and my face burned. I'd tried so hard not to show him I was turned on but there was no hiding it now.

My thigh muscles squeezed and gave in. I fucked myself on his finger. A cloud of shame settled on my shoulders and I buried my face on the floor so he couldn't look at me like this. Why did I become a desperate whore when Gabriele touched me?

"What I said before," Gabriele growled out as he began to push against my hole with another finger. "That day... It had nothing to do with you and everything to do with my mental state. No, you should not have touched my phone and read my personal messages. But I shouldn't have snapped on you either. And then abandoned you after." Gabriele sighed, his voice softening. "I needed time."

I opened my eyes and frowned. Was he opening up to me? I didn't have any overwhelming urge to forgive Gabriele just because he was being nice, but... I never expected him to get so close to being a decent human being.

"What I'm saying is, I'm sorry," he rushed out. "Okay? Stop fighting me because I'm not going away. And you're going to be mine no matter how much you say otherwise."

I froze. Did he just apologize to me? I couldn't wrap my head around someone like him apologizing to someone like me or giving a damn. Was this really Gabriele? Or did he suddenly get possessed by a demon that was less of an asshole than he was?

I groaned and glanced over my shoulder. "Why?" I moaned out as he picked up speed. "Why do you want someone like me? You could have anyone."

"But I don't want just anyone," Gabriele growled and fucked me so hard I couldn't stay still any longer. "I want you, Tesoro. And if I have to lock you up and fuck you stupid every single night until you give in? That's what I'll do."

My heart rate tripled. I believed every word he said. His lips brushed against my back and I shivered. "Gabriele," I groaned. "I don't forgive your bullshit just because you say sorry. Words don't mean shit to me."

"I respect that," he said. "But I will still be your Daddy, puppy. And eventually you’ll forgive me."

Shit. A moan left my lips and I couldn't take it anymore. I maneuvered onto my knees and pushed back against his fingers. I wanted more. My ass ached to be stuffed with Gabriele's cock. Yes, he was an asshole. And I couldn't stand him or the control his family had over me. But I also couldn't deny that I was attracted to Gabriele.

My mind was filled with images of him fucking me as I called him Daddy. That pushed me right over the edge, and without my cock being touched, I decorated the floor in spurts of cum.

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