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“Chivaree!” someone cries out, and the next thing I know, my new husband’s family is dancing around us, cheering and banging on pots and pans as Daddy strips my diaper from me, baring every inch of my body to a room full of strangers.
Oh, god. No. No, no, no. He can’t possibly…
The world blurs as tears fill my eyes, but I don’t fight. I just lie there, staring up at the ceiling, praying it will be over soon.
But Daddy has other plans.
“Eyes on me, little firecracker.”
I don’t want to look at him. Betrayal sits heavy in my chest, making me ache in a way I don’t know that I’ll ever recover from. I can’t believe I trusted him.
Stupid, stupid girl.
A sharp pain shoots up the inside of my thigh and a muffled cry rips from my throat as my gaze instinctively snaps to his face. His ridiculously handsome face.
“When Daddy gives you an instruction, he expects you to obey. Now, keep those pretty eyes on me. Nobody else. Understood?”
A hundred curses burn on my tongue, and I find another reason to be grateful for the pacifier. No matter how hurt or angry I am, I don’t want to compound it by getting my mouth washed out with soap.
That doesn’t mean I can’t have my own form of rebellion. Locking eyes with him, I let the anger and betrayal burn through me, let the tears stream from the corners of my eyes.
If he’s going to force me to bear this humiliation, then I’m going to force him to see the pain he’s causing me as he does it.
“My beautiful girl,” he murmurs, brushing a stray lock of hair from my tear-soaked face and I have to fight the urge to recoil from his touch. “I know this is hard, but you’re being such a good girl for Daddy. You’re so very brave, my sweet Tabitha Grace.”
As he speaks, he strokes a hand up my inner thigh, soothing the ache from his impromptu punishment. To my utter horror, my body completely betrays me, my pussy spasming and my clit throbbing with every soft, feathering touch of his fingers against my skin.
“Daddy’s going to touch you now, and you’re going to show everyone how pretty you look when you come all over Daddy’s fingers. But I want your eyes on me when you do. If you close your eyes or look away, I’ll punish you again.”
Even though it’s what I’d intended to do in the first place, I’m tempted to disobey just for the sake of it. But between my long-standing need to always be the good girl and my need to make himseewhat he’s doing to me, I ultimately give him what he wants.
Deep-brown eyes bore into me as he runs a single fingertip up between my shamefully soaked lips to my swollen clit.Pleasure I don’t want to feel rushes through my body, and I just barely manage to keep myself from arching up off this table.
“That’s my good, sweet girl. God, you’re so fucking wet for me, Tabby. I think you like it when Daddy uses you like this. When I put you on display for everyone to watch the way you respond to me. Your eyes say you’re angry with me, but your sweet little cunt tells me another story.”
Misery washes over me, but rather than dousing my arousal, it somehow manages to amplify it. Until all I know is this desperate, mortifying need as he works me closer and closer toward the edge of reason with agonizing deliberation.
And the whole time he’s forcing this unbearable pleasure on me, his family continues their celebration, their happy shouts and the clanging of pots and pans echoing around the room, a depraved symphony that is just as much a betrayal as his withholding of the truth. From the corner of my eye, I see Lanie and Josie in their Daddies’ arms, and my humiliation burns so hot it’s a wonder it doesn’t simply immolate me right there on the altar.
The pleasure I don’t want coils tightly in my core with every knowing stroke of Daddy’s fingers over my clit and there’s nothing I can do to stop it even if I wanted to. So I’m forced to lie here on this vile altar and surrender to my traitorous body.
A soft whine escapes around my pacifier before I can stop it, and Daddy smiles down at me. “There we go. So close. Come for Daddy, my beautiful bride.”
His words snap that coil and pleasure floods my veins, boiling me alive from the inside out. The force of it is so overwhelming that it rips a scream from my throat as I writhe and thrash against the slippery wood at my back.
I’m still reeling from that unwanted pleasure when Daddy moves to the end of the altar, hooking his arms beneath myknees and pushing my legs back, exposing me even more fully to his wicked family as his cock breaches my entrance.
“Fuck,” he groans, his eyes still locked on mine as he pushes deeper inside me. “You are so goddamned tight, Tabby. That’s it, baby, squeeze Daddy’s cock with that pretty little cunt.”
As if I have any choice in what my body is doing right now. My muscles are acting all of their own accord, spasming and clamping down around him as he moves in and out of me with aching slowness. With any other man, I might be able to mistake that deliberation for tenderness. But he’s already proven that any care he might show me is nothing but an act.
His fingers dig into my thighs as he rocks his hips forward, driving so deep inside me I can’t help but cry out from the combination of pain and pleasure. With every thrust, his movements become less deliberate and more primal, an animal claiming his mate.
“My good. Fucking. Girl,” he growls, punctuating each word with another harsh thrust. “Mine. All.Mine.”
With that declaration, he shoves inside me one last time, and I can feel the sticky warmth of his cum coating my insides as he holds there, his chest heaving with every ragged breath. A smile curves his lips as he runs his hand down my leg to give my hip what could almost be called an affectionate pat.
