Page 70 of Break Me, Daddy

“Tell me, little girl, or else you won’t come again tonight.”

“No, Daddy,” I admitted.

“Tell Daddy exactly what you need, my little Ada.”

“I need you to break me, Daddy. Please fuck my ass and make it hurt!” I wailed. The words tumbled out. There was no use keeping my needs quiet anymore. If he didn’t take me hard right now, I would want it tomorrow and regret not asking for it now.

“Fuck, Ada. You’re perfect,” he growled.

With one hard thrust, he forced the entirety of his length inside of me. In an instant, my world turned white with sheer, scorching agony. I couldn’t keep myself from screaming, but then I tumbled over the brink into a second orgasm that was world’s harder than the first, and so deep that I thought it touched on the darkest depths of my soul.

The scream that emerged from me was beyond feral. It was savage and wild, breaking me down to something so primal that I scared even myself. What terrified me most of all was that I’d come that hard and it had only been the first thrust. He hadn’t even began fucking me yet.

Even worse, he hadn’t been touching me anywhere else. I’d come from his cock inside my asshole and nothing else. My face burned as I tried to swallow a few mouthfuls of air, but then he pulled out and slammed into me hard enough to make me scream again.

That’s when my fucking really started.

I didn’t take any part of it quietly. From the very beginning, I screamed and cried and writhed beneath him as his fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place for the roughest fucking of my life. The lubricant eased his passage, but only so much. He’d stretched me with his fingers and the plug, but all that paled in relation to the burning fire as he took me with his cock.

Before I realized what was happening, I was coming again. Consumed by agonizing pleasure, I was left with no choice but to take it, knowing that I could trust him to carry me through this. I whimpered and cried as he yanked my hips back and reached around them.

I gasped when his fingers slid over my clit. He’d broken me with pain before. Now, he was going to break me with pleasure, and this was how he was going to do it.

He forced one orgasm after the next from my trembling, defenseless body, his fingers playing me like an instrument he’d been an expert at his entire life. There was nothing I could do other than take the pleasure he forced from me over and over again.

He fucked my ass until my throat was well past hoarse from all my screaming. He fucked me hard enough that I knew I was going to feel the effects from his hard cock for days. He fucked me until my face was soaked from my tears and every last bit of fight was ripped from my body.

He fucked me until he broke me.

When it was all over, I was well past sobbing, so over-sensitized and overwhelmed from the countless number of orgasms I’d suffered through within the safety of his hands. I was only vaguely aware of the fact that his seed was leaking from my asshole when he pulled me into his arms and held me as I sobbed. One aftershock after the next tore through me, each one hard enough that I wasn’t really sure if they counted as orgasms or not.

It didn’t matter. I was safe in Daddy’s arms.

I cried into his chest, curling as close to him as I possibly could. He kissed the top of my head and squeezed me tight, whispering sweet words into my ear as he slowly pieced me back together again.

It took a really long time.

Eventually, my tears dried, but my body was still shaking. I shivered, feeling cold all of a sudden, and he grabbed the blanket at the end of the bed and swept it over me. Shortly after that, I stopped trembling, but I made no move to pull away from him.

In his arms, I’d found my safe place.

“You’re mine, my Ada. I love you forever and for always,” he whispered.

“I love you too, my Daddy,” I answered, my voice as raw as I knew it would be.

He kissed my forehead, and a swirling surge of joyful pleasure struck me. I snuggled my cheek against his chest, listening to the steady, constant beat of his heart.

“My bottom is sore,” I pouted, but I couldn’t keep myself from smiling even as I said the words.

“Good. That was my intent,” he replied. He stared into my eyes, searching them with glowing warmth and endless adoration. I bet they were still glassy from crying, and I suddenly worried that I was too much of a mess.

“You’re fucking beautiful every time I look at you, little girl, but you’re absolutely radiant like this,” he murmured.

“Daddyyy…” I blushed, but his adoring praise made me feel whole.

“Want to know something, my little girl?” he asked, but his tone had taken a distinctly playful turn.

“What’s that?” I asked, my suspicions raised.

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