Page 41 of Daddy Commands

“Do you feel them, Hannah?”

“Ye-yes, sir.”

“Do you know why your ass bears those marks?” When she stopped moving, I took her hips in my hands, pressed her down and then moved her body, scraping her ass along the sheets.

“Oh… God… be… because I was naughty, sir.”

Releasing her hips, I slid my hands beneath her, easily finding a welt and scraping my nails across the bump. She groaned but didn’t attempt to move away. “Yes, but give me another reason. Tell me why I’ve branded your ass with my belt.”

“Because my ass belongs to you, sir. Only to you.”

“That’s right. I’m the only person who can make your buttocks jiggle and bounce with every swat of my hand. I’m the only person who can watch it depress, turn white and then red with a paddle or your hairbrush. I’m the only one who can watch it clench in anticipation of knowing that I’m the man who will light it on fire with my belt and watch every single welt rise and swell from each kiss of leather.”

She was breathing hard, her arms shaking with the effort it took to keep her hands where they’d been instructed. Still clutching and squeezing her bottom that I knew still burned and throbbed, I bent forward to speak a fraction of an inch away from lips that were trembling.

“And, Hannah, I am the only man who will bury my cock in your ass and fill it with my cum.”

Her eyes widened, her breath hitched, but she nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Pulling my hands free, I moved off of her. “Turn over. Hands and knees. Chest and face down and that well-striped ass up. Legs wide and reach back and spread your hot cheeks apart. Show me where I’m going to claim you.”

As she obeyed, I reached into my nightstand drawer and removed the bottle of lubricant. Settling back, my ass on my heels, I slowly applied the emollient to every inch of my cock, squeezing the base to remind it that I was not ready to release despite my need.

“Wider, Hannah. I want to see every wrinkle of your pucker.”

After she pulled herself open further, I poured some of the lubricant down her cleft, watching it glide down to her anus. Her pucker was pink and quivered when the fluid hit it, the wrinkled skin turning a darker hue. I began to rub the lube around the rim, loving every shudder and soft mew. I’d waited a year for this moment. I’d been preparing her for a week, but knew it would still be an effort for her to accept my cock. I was far larger than the egg I’d pushed into her or the fingers I’d inserted. It would be an effort, but she’d take every single inch.

Sliding a finger into her, I rotated it, watching her pussy leak its own lubricant onto the sheet. I added another finger, and she gasped as I began to scissor them, stretching her resisting muscle. Applying a bit more lube, I made sure she was as prepared as possible, slick both inside and out. Flipping the top closed, I set the bottle on the mattress and moved up between her splayed legs. Fisting my cock at the base, I guided it to her entrance.

“Ask me for it, Hannah.”

“Please, sir.”

She squealed when I reached out and slapped two fingers into her cleft. “No, ask me properly. Tell me what you want, what you need.”

“Please, sir. Please show me that you own all of me. Please… fuck my ass.”

Pressing forward, I introduced my cock to her ass for the first time. I watched the skin of her anus stretch, the wrinkles smoothing, the flesh stretching to accept my cockhead. She cried out, my girth far more than she’d ever taken before. I stilled a moment, gritting my teeth as I waited for the muscles to surrender, to accept that they would be defeated. Once I felt the merest hint of relaxation, I pushed again, forcing the inner muscles to give. Her hands dropped, fingers clutching at the sheets.

“Who owns your ass?”

“You do, sir. God… it… it burns!”

“Let that burn remind you that every single inch of you belongs to me.” I wanted so badly to plunge inside but I forced myself to go slow. She whimpered, she gasped, she cried out with every inch, but her ass swallowed my entire shaft. My balls slapped against her flesh as I paused again once I was buried to the hilt.

Holding onto her hips, I bent forward, the heat of her punished ass against my abdomen as I kissed her shoulder. Moving to speak against her ear, I said, “Good girl. Now I’m going to fuck you and fuck you hard. I’m going to keep fucking you until you come. I want to feel your ass clamping around my cock. I want to feel it hugging my flesh, thanking me for reminding you that I own even this darkest, most intimate part of you.”

It was glorious to see her flush, watch her eyes close but not before I saw the look of complete surrender, the submission so beautifully reflected. I moved back and began. Starting slowly, I withdrew, the tightness of her virgin ass gripping my cock as if reluctant to let me go. I didn’t pull out completely, sliding back in. Back and forth, in and out, I repeated the moves until she loosened just a bit. Her legs trembled, perspiration shone on her skin, but when I reached beneath her to flick a nipple, I found it rock hard. When I twisted it, I felt her channel convulse, tightening around me.

“Where is my cock, Hannah?”

“In-in my ass, sir.”

“And what is it going to do?”

“Fuc-fuck me hard.”

“That’s right. And if you don’t come like I’ve commanded, I’m going to spank your naughty cunt again. Understand?”

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