Page 39 of Daddy’s Hunted Bride

“Have you learned your lesson, little one? No more running off without permission?”

“Y-yes, D-Daddy,” I somehow manage to choke out between gasping breaths.

“Good girl.” His praise is a low murmur in my ear, and I hate that it instantly calms the racing of my heart, even a little bit. “You are so fucking perfect, Vanessa. But I will not stand for you putting yourself in harm’s way. You are mine, and I will destroy any threat that might take you from me—especially your own recklessness. Do you hear me?”

God help me, I almost believe him. It would be so fucking easy to simply let go and sink into this life he’s offering me. To pretend he actually cares so I can live the rest of my life without expectations or responsibilities. After all, the other girls seem plenty happy, don’t they?

But something inside me, maybe it’s survival, maybe it’s just sheer goddamn stubbornness, won’t let me. So even though I nod, even though I say “Yes, Daddy” the way he expects me to, I don’t believe him.

I’ll never believe him.

“Such a sweet little fox.” The sound of a zipper being undone reaches my ears and I close my eyes as my body braces for his invasion. “Daddy’s going to fuck your poor, welted bottom now. Do you want to come with Daddy’s cock in your bottom, baby?”

“No.”

Does he know I’m lying? Can he tell that even now, with my ass on fire and the threat of more punishment to come, I’m literally fucking dripping with arousal? Can he see it coating my inner thighs? Can he smell my scent on the wind?

God, I hope he can’t tell.

Unfortunately, that prayer—like so many others—goes unanswered.

“Are you sure about that, little one?” Amusement dances in his words as his hand slides over my hip to where I’m drenched for him. A thick finger slips between my soaked lips, over my swollen clit, and I just manage to stop the gasp that rises in my chest as pleasure floods my body. “Are you sure you’d rather spend the rest of the day sitting in a pool of your own arousal? Your diaper soaked through with your juices?”

I can’t outright say that I’m not aroused. Not with him two knuckles deep in my pussy. With my ass aching and the promise of another mouth-soaping on the horizon, I don’t dare push hard enough to find out what the punishment for lying straight to his face will be.

So I simply say… nothing. I don’t speak, I don’t even whimper as he continues stroking my swollen and aching nub.

After several long moments of silence on my part, Dane sighs and pulls his hand away.

“All right, babygirl. No pleasure for you. Just for Daddy.”

The thick head of his cock pushes between my bottom cheeks and now I can’t help but whimper at the intrusion. I’m still so sore from the night before, a fact I clearly did not take into consideration when I decided to run for it. Especially since, as far as I can tell, he isn’t using any lubricant. Not even his saliva to help ease his way, whatever good it did me the first time.

Fresh tears well in my eyes as pain shoots through me, sharp and cutting and burning.

“Daddy… please…” My plea is little more than a whisper. Between the pressure in my chest and the soreness of my throat from all the screaming, it’s all I can manage.

“You had your chance, little fox.” More pain as he fucks himself into me with harsh, demanding strokes. Forcing my bottom open for his wicked pleasure. “But you chose to be stubborn instead. Now, you get to take Daddy’s cock in your bottom without the distraction of an orgasm to make it more bearable. Maybe next time you’ll be honest with Daddy.”

More tears spill down my cheeks with every thrust of his cock inside me. And yet, as the pain deepens, worsens, so does the arousal I so desperately don’t want to feel. The more he hurts me, the more I crave it.

The more I crave him.

“I’m sorry!” The words burst out of me as he buries himself fully inside my bottom, his back flush against mine and the coarse hairs of his groin and thighs rubbing against every single welt. “Please, Daddy, I’m sorry! I want to come, please!”

“Hmm.” Pressing me even more firmly against the tree, he dips his head, his teeth grazing along the sensitive skin of my neck and sending shockwaves of need coursing through me. “Are you very sorry for lying to Daddy, little fox?”

For fuck’s sake. Do I not sound sorry?

I am at least intelligent enough—or perhaps just desperate enough—not to say that out loud. “Yes, Daddy,” I whine, and the self-loathing I hold deep in my heart grows heavier. “I’m the sorriest I’ve ever been, I swear!”

“And you’re going to be honest with Daddy from now on? Even when it’s embarrassing? Even when you don’t want to admit how much you like it when Daddy hurts you?”

“Yes, yes, I swear!”

Another low hum, another gentle nip at my neck. “All right.” His hand wedges between my hips and the tree, his thick fingers pressing between my soaked lips. “Come for me, my stubborn little fox.”

Furious fingers rub over my clit as he fucks me, hard and fast. I lose all sense of what’s pain and what’s pleasure as I sink into the dark abyss that is somehow both. Something snaps inside me, and the world goes black as I let out one final scream, my bottom clenching around the thick cock buried inside me.