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A scream tore from her throat, a wordless cry of need and desire as he forced more and more of that unimaginable pleasure on her.
Then he was moving again, his cock slowly sliding from her, pushing back in as he fucked her ass with slow, sure strokes.
“I love watching you come for me, baby. Ready to do it again?”
She sobbed as his hand left her throat, to the chains still attached to her nipples, while his other hand continued to play with her pussy. The pleasure from her clit had already morphed into pain. There was no possible way she could take another orgasm like the one she’d just had. “I can’t, I can’t. Daddy, please.”
“Oh, little one. It’s so cute that you think you have a choice.”
As he spoke, he pressed harder against her clit, pleasure and pain melding together so completely she lost track of where one ended and the other began. And all the while, he fucked her ass, adding layers and layers to the sensations overwhelming her body.
Just as the pain in her pussy gave way to pure pleasure, he tugged at the chains, sending a jolt of agony through her breasts and straight to her clit. She cried out again, begged again, though she’d long since lost track of exactly what she was begging for.
“Are you going to be a good girl and come for me again, princess Charlotte?”
“I don’t… I can’t… I don’t know.” Her words were broken up by heaving, sobbing breaths. “Daddy. Daddy, please.”
“Daddy’s so fucking proud of how well you’re taking his cock in your tight little ass, princess. You can give me one more, baby. I know you can. Make Daddy proud.”
In perfect timing with that final word, he yanked the clamps from her nipples. Pain, white hot and piercing, flooded her system, bringing with it a tidal wave of pleasure.
Drowning. She was drowning in him. The world around her went black, and the wave was a roar in her ears that blocked out every other sound.
Gradually, the roar receded, and she was dimly aware of her Daddy’s voice, soft and coaxing just like his hands as they caressed her aching body.
“My beautiful princess,” he whispered in her ear, his voice hoarse with desire. “You were born for this, baby. Born for my cock. Born to take me, just like this. Only me. Say it, Charlotte. Say you belong to me. Only me.”
“Only… only you,” she managed to gasp out. “I belong to you, Daddy. Only you.”
“Good girl. That’s my good fucking girl. I’m going to fill you up now, and you’re going to spend the rest of the night walking around the club with your ass full of Daddy’s cum. Ready, princess?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said with a dreamy sigh, her head falling back against him as he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck.
With a groan, he slammed into her one final time, his cock swelling inside her bottom and filling it with the warmth of his pleasure. Inside that most private, shameful part of her, his cock twitched and spasmed until finally, at long last, he was finished.
It was like watching someone else as he slid free from her, then pushed the plug back into her ass. She winced when he freed her arms, and he murmured words of comfort to her as he scooped her up and carried her to the impossibly plush bed.
His hands on her were almost more than she could bear as he stroked her, cuddled her. But she couldn’t stand the thought of being apart from him for even a second, so she ignored the slight discomfort and burrowed into him, wishing she could somehow get closer even though the logical part of her knew the only way to actually get any closer would be to climb inside his skin.
“That was fucking perfect, Lottie-bug,” he said once their systems had a chance to settle. “How are you feeling?”
“Wrecked,” she replied with a weak laugh. “Kind of like you just reached inside me and scrambled up my insides. But in a good way.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “We have the room for another hour if you’d like a nap.”
Already, her eyes were drifting close. “A nap sounds lovely.”
She was almost asleep when she heard him, his voice low as though he was trying to avoid waking her.
“Goddammit. I think I’m in love with you, Charlotte Duvall. What the hell am I going to tell your father?”
In that moment, she didn’t give a flying fuck what they told her father. Her Daddy loved her, and that was all that mattered.
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PASS THE SALT, DADDY
BRADEN
