Page 35 of Daddy's Little Spy

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She had no idea where the words had come from, but they just felt… right. And judging by the low, throaty growl they pulled from her new husband, they’d hit a chord with him as well.

A fingertip brushed between her bottom cheeks and she instinctively squeezed them together, suddenly very aware of how exposed that part of her anatomy was in this position.

“Such a good girl, asking so politely for her Daddy to punish her. I think we’ll start here.” The questing finger pushed against her entrance and she rocked forward, whimpering at the invasion.

“Back into position, Diana.” He punctuated the sharp order with a swat to each of her thighs.

“Daddy?” she asked when she felt him move away.

“Yes, little one?”

“Are you, um, are you going to… you know? There?”

His low, wicked chuckle filled the room. “Are you asking if I’m going to fuck your tight little ass tonight, bambolina?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

“No, not tonight. As I told you, I’m saving that particular consummation for when you are truly, completely mine. I don’t think we’re quite there yet.”

The guilt that had wrapped around her stomach tightened its grip until she thought she might be sick. God, she wished he’d get on with it so she could rid herself of her annoying hitchhiker.

Liquid, cool and wet, dribbled between her cheeks and she let out a little mewl of protest at the sensation. She discovered the purpose of the liquid a moment later when his finger pressed against her hole again, this time sliding easily into the opening.

“Relax for me, little one. This will be easier on you if you don’t fight me.”

Blowing out a deep breath, she forced her muscles to relax. There was a slight pinch as he pushed past the initial resistance, and a burn as he filled her in a place she’d never let anyone before him enter.

“Good girl,” he murmured, working his finger inside of her, coating her with the liquid. “I’m going to add another finger, to stretch you a bit. The plug is a good bit wider than my finger and I don’t want to hurt you.”

Plug? What the hell was a plug?

Before she could question him, he retreated, then returned with a second finger as promised. More of a burn, more of a bite this time, making her squeal and shake her head as he probed her.

“Daddy, no, it hurts!”

“Relax and open for me, it will stop hurting in a second.”

She wasn’t sure she believed him, but she focused on unclenching her muscles and trying to allow him in. True to his promise, the bite subsided after a few tense seconds and she let out a relieved breath. The burn was still there, and she could feel every centimeter as he stretched her, but now she felt more of an uncomfortable fullness than actual pain.

“There we go. All ready for your naughty girl plug.”

“My what?” she asked, gasping a little when he pulled his fingers from her.

“Your naughty girl plug.” Something much harder and more unforgiving than his fingers pressed against her freshly stretched hole. “When you’re good, Daddy will plug you and make sure you enjoy every second. But when you’re naughty…”

The implication hung in the air around them as he pushed the thick object into her. Unlike his fingers, the plug got wider and wider the further it went. Just when she thought he would split her in two, the plug narrowed again and she felt her muscles clamp down around it.

Full. So incredibly, uncomfortably full. And yet, there was no denying the ache in her clit, or the fact that her pussy was wetter than she could ever remember it being.

And then the burning started.

Just a bit of warmth, at first. But the object inside of her seemed to grow hotter and hotter with each passing second, until it felt like she was on fire from the inside out.

“Daddy! Something’s wrong!”

“What is it, bambolina?”

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