Page 38 of Claimed By Daddy

His hand left her sex wanting and rounded her thigh. His fingers stroked her between her buttocks. A probing finger circled her anus, and she tensed.

“Re-lax...” he crooned.

The finger entered her most private place. The cheeks of her bottom clenched against the invader. A sharp smack landed hard on her rump.

“Oh!”

“Behave. Daddy owns this ass, it’s mine to play with.” This time his husky voice turned stern.

She trembled. The commanding tone spoke to her submissive side. Penny revelled in the power he held over her like a spell. All she wanted at this moment was to please him, to be his good girl. Her muscles relaxed and she felt the addition of another finger enter her bottom hole. The salacious scissoring and stretching of her deeply private place set up a quivering need for him to touch her sex again. She ground back onto his fingers in a mindless effort to gain what she needed from him. Another smack fell on her arse.

Somehow the blow heated her blood further. Her hips swayed with a mind of their own, churning and thrusting backward. The guttural grunts she gave were echoed by David’s own gruff sounds of approval.

The cessation of fondling held her suspended with surprise. He rose from his present position, bent over her, and now he was behind her and she felt the prod of his solid girth against her hole. A shudder coursed down her spine. She whimpered.

“Ready, baby? Daddy is taking your arse, right now!”

With that final word she felt the stretch accompanied by an odd fullness as he breached her. His advance brought forth a raw cry. She was unsure if she felt pleasure or pain as his relentless penetration continued. Her head hung low as she assimilated the delicious sensation of being taken. Overwhelmed, in this moment, Penny became his vassal, to be used and owned, and yet she knew in her consciousness that she remained his princess, his angel, his little one. Such powerful emotion coupled with an overload of sensation turned her mindless. He moved ever deeper into her forbidden place while she bucked and lifted her hips into his groin. Gripping the bedding with clenched fingers, her body supplicated itself to his.

“How does it feel to have Daddy fuck your delectable ass?” he growled, punctuating his question with powerful thrusts.

Incapable of speech, she grunted. Wet and wanting, her channel convulsed. It was as if he sensed her need, for he removed one hand from her hip and slid it over her flank beneath her, his fingers parted her labia and found her pulsing clit. She clenched, every sinew in her body gripped with spasm as wave after wave of euphoria ripped through her in a torrent of bliss.

Somewhere in the sea of ecstasy she was aware of David’s shout...

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He smoothed the tangledhair back from her face. She lay with eyes closed, her expression serene. He was content to let her lie, lost in subspace. He had never seen his own version of Penny quite so comatose after sex. Neither had she enjoyed anal as this version of herself had done. Her reaction had been a revelation to him. Hitherto he had kept anal as another punishment but after this evening he knew he could add anal to his arsenal of erotic kink. His cock twitched, hardening, despite the marathon of satisfying sex.

Rising from the bed, he went to fetch the aloe baby wipes he favoured to clean her up. Penny barely stirred. After he’d finished, he tucked the duvet around her and crawled in beside her intending to sleep until morning.

Screams woke him at four. Penny thrashed about in the throes of a nightmare.

“Hush,” he crooned, gathering her close.

Her eyes opened, her gaze unfocused as she gabbled about plane crashes and losing him.

“Shh, baby, I’m right here,” but nothing he said calmed her tears. Gathering her close, he began to sing, replacing Mama with Papa. “Hush, little baby, don’t say a word. Papa’s gonna buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird won’t sing, Papa’s gonna buy you a diamond ring...”

“You have a lovely voice, all deep and rumbly,” she interrupted sleepily.

“Why thank you, honey. Shall I stop, an’ let you sleep now?”

“Please keep singing.” She wriggled closer.

“And if that diamond ring turns brass, Papa’s gonna buy you a looking glass. And if that looking glass gets broke, Papa’s gonna buy you a billy goat. And if that dog named Honey won’t bark,” he grinned as she chuckled at the way he substituted Honey’s name for Rover, and carried on singing to the last line. “Papa’s gonna buy you a horse and cart. And if that horse and cart fall down, you’ll still be the sweetest little babe in town.” Finishing the song, he noted Penny had quietened, snuffling her nose into his shoulder with a contented sigh. “Sleep now, baby. I’m right here.”

He tugged the duvet up over her shoulder.

“Love you, Daddy.” Her voice came out sleepy and muffled.

His heart leapt at her words.

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