Page 65 of Reckoning


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I’d never believed a man’s word.

Until him.

Until Daddy.

I curled up in his arms and he held me as I cried out my tears. I let go of all the barriers I’d put up to keep him out and my heart soared. For the first time in my entire life, I felt free. Liberated. I felt loved.

“Daddy’s got you, little girl. Shh… It’s okay,” he crooned.

I curled my arms around him. My fingers dug into his shoulders now, but he didn’t complain. I clutched at him because if I let him go, I was afraid that I would shatter into a billion little fragile pieces.

“That’s my good girl.”

His words were like a lifeline and I held onto them for dear life.

I didn’t feel like a good girl. I felt like a punished little girl. A bad terrible girl who didn’t deserve a man like him.

“That was a hard punishment, my sweet girl. I’m so proud of you,” he added, and my heart swelled.

“Do you mean that, Daddy?”

“I mean every single word, little girl,” he answered. The sound of his heart beating soothed me, and I sniffled. His thumb dragged across my cheek, wiping away the remnants of my tears. His hands smoothed over my body, softly petting me. His fingers drew upward, massaging my scalp as I snuggled even closer to him.

This was safety and security in its purest form.

“Daddy is here to take care of you, little girl. I just needed to remind you of that,” he murmured, and my heart pulsed with love and adoration.

His arm curled around my legs, pulling me closer to him in the process.

“Yes, Daddy,” I agreed, and he kissed my forehead gently.

We sat together in each other’s arms for a long time. He didn’t rush me, and I couldn’t bring myself to pull away. I didn’t want to. I felt like I would be happy if I could stay here forever with him like this. Instead, I just enjoyed the feeling of utter security and safety of my body against his. As the minutes passed, my tears stopped falling and my heartbeat returned to a more normal pace. My breathing was no longer frantic, and I closed my eyes, just enjoying the feeling of his arms around me. Each moment was like heaven and I never wanted it to end.

Before long though, I became keenly aware of the pulse between my thighs. I shifted a bit, thinking maybe I was imagining it, but it soon became all too clear that I most definitely wasn’t.

I swallowed anxiously, trying to take stock in the state of my body. My breasts felt exceedingly heavy, and my nipples were stiff with need. I slid my legs against each other, and I was aghast at what I found.

I’d been wet before, but now I was utterly soaked. My arousal had dripped down onto my thighs and my clit was throbbing desperately with need. My legs quivered the slightest bit and his fingers flitted along my side until they dipped between them to just brush against my sensitive flesh.

“Little girl, you’re soaking wet for Daddy,” he teased, and I blushed hard, knowing I c

ouldn’t say anything that could even begin to argue against it because he was absolutely right.

I was so sore. My bottom was burning inside and out from my punishment, but my pussy was far from sated.

I needed more and Daddy knew it.

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I wanted Daddy’s cock.

I wanted him to fuck me, and I wanted it so badly that I ached for it.

His fingers slipped between my thighs and very slowly explored my wet folds. I keened in both embarrassment at my body’s reaction and blatant arousal at his sure and steady touch. He found my clit and started to slide those fingertips up and down in a way that drove me wild with need that could not be contained.

“You needed to be punished by Daddy, didn’t you, little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, unable to hide just how much his touch was making me even more desperate. I shook against him and I wondered if he could feel how much of an effect that he was having on me.

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