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His hand told me that again and again as I keened for him. My body shook and my voice quivered until I was on the verge of tears. I didn’t want to fall apart in front of him.
Not again.
I never cried in front of my marks. Until him and I still didn’t know how to handle that.
Did he like it? Had it made him hard?
“Daddy, please. It hurts,” I whined. He growled seductively in my ear and I could feel the velvet iron of his cock pressing against my sore bottom cheek. My inner walls clenched greedily around empty air and even as his palm continued to punish my pussy, I knew that it wasn’t just the wetness of the shower in between my legs.
Despite the pain, my own arousal was there too.
Why the fuck did having my pussy smacked make me want to come all over again?
His fingers returned to soothe my clit, teasing it softly enough to drive me wild with need. I squirmed against him, trying to grind myself against his fingers.
I wanted him inside me, but I knew better than to ask for that now. I would get every last inch of him when he was ready and not a moment before.
He teased me toward the edge of orgasm once again, those devilish fingers working my body with skillful ease. Within moment, I was ready to come again with the folds of my pussy still burning from his punishing blows.
My hips rolled lewdly, and I could do nothing to stop them. My orgasm seemed just out of my reach and then I started to do the unthinkable.
“Please, Daddy. Please,” I begged.
“Please what, little girl? You’re going to have to be far more specific when you tell Daddy what you need,” he answered, and a harsh shudder raced down my spine.
I felt a heated flush race over my cheeks, and I was vaguely thankful that my face was pressed against the stone tile. He wouldn’t be able to see what his words were doing to me.
“I…”
“Tell Daddy, little girl, or this little pussy is going to get spanked bright red instead of just pink,” he warned, and my inner walls nearly convulsed at the meaning behind those words.
“Please. Daddy.”
For a moment, I wavered and then I focused on his instructions and it became infinitely easier.
“Please, Daddy. Please let me come for you,” I pleaded. I sounded weak. My voice trembled and I wondered if there was a part of me that was broken for saying exactly what he wanted me to say.
“There, now. Was that so hard?” he asked, and I quivered, refusing to answer.
He laughed softly.
“Such a proud little girl,” he purred and there was a hidden message beneath those words that left me reeling with fear. He didn’t continue the thought, but I knew a veiled threat when I heard one.
“But with Daddy, you’re just a wet and needy little girl, aren’t you?” he pressed.
A cry of shame died on my lips.
I hated that he was right. I would never admit it either. Never in a million years.
“I…” I began, meaning to start arguing with him that he was wrong even though I knew that every word was a lie, and my body was telling him everything but that.
“You will answer me properly, little girl, or Daddy will be forced to take you over his knee for another very real lesson in obedience,” he said brazenly, and I cringed with fear.
“Yes, Daddy,” I wailed.
He cleared his throat. He didn’t even need to say the words to make my anxiety implode inside me. I opened my mouth, and I knew that I was going to say the words he wanted to hear.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m a wet and needy little girl for you,” I cried, unable to stop the way I quivered with every last breath.
