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His cock only got harder against my bottom. His fingers glided along his thick length, just brushing against my backside as he did so.
“Perhaps the hardest punishment of all would be not getting fucked at all, little girl. Maybe Daddy should just stroke his cock and come all over the pretty welts he gave you instead of giving you the hard fucking you want so badly,” he threatened, and a soft noise of disappointment fled from my lips.
I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. I’d been spanked and belted and edged so many times that my body throbbed with a scalding pain like I’d never felt in my life.
The more he denied me, the angrier I became. His fingers were merciless and far too talented. He pressed me closer and closer until I felt as though I was about to hurtle into the mind-bending abyss of passion, then he pulled away. The next time he edged me, I tried to force myself to come before he drew away, but it was as if he knew what I was doing. He took his fingers away and just dragged the tips along my soaking wet folds instead.
I didn’t have to take this. I could just leave and take care of myself when I got home. I could use my little bullet vibrator in between my legs until I came enough times to tire myself out.
“Such a proud little girl, even with the marks of Daddy’s belt all over her bare little bottom,” he mused.
It was as if he wanted to make me angry.
He pressed one teasing finger into my pussy, slowly pulling it in and out and making me shiver with agonizing need.
My fury exploded.
I pushed my hands off the couch and unexpectedly, he stepped aside. He let me up and with as much pride and dignity that I could muster, I grabbed the pile of my clothes and strode toward the door. I walked to the door of the study stark naked, fully intending on leaving him behind just like I always did. I turned away, expecting that he was just going to let me go.
This time though, something was different.
He didn’t let me go.
He made me stay.
I didn’t even hear him move behind me. His fingers closed around my upper arm before I had any chance to react. With one simple maneuver, he pulled me back and for the first time, I grasped how strong he really was. He pulled me back to the couch with such extreme ease that it caught me off guard. He bent me over the couch and his hand settled firmly on the small of my back, holding me in place.
“Do you remember what Daddy made you ask for?” he demanded.
“I…” I began.
“You asked for Daddy to hold you down for your fucking, but that’s not all you need is it, little girl?”
His words echoed in the back of my mind.
“You need Daddy to grab you by the arm, throw you over the back of that couch still so very wet and still so very angry and then you need him to fuck you very, very hard no matter how much you fight him.”
He’d told me what I needed, and it was at that moment that I fully realized that I was not in control and that realization sank in far more deeply than ever before. He’d said that before I’d first left his house that night, before I’d gotten in the crash, and before I’d shown up at his door for a second time.
“No, Daddy,” I quivered.
“What you really need is Daddy’s cock,” he said firmly, and I shook hard, knowing for the first time that he was right.
I was about to be fucked properly for the first time in my life. Every other man I’d ever been with had been a joke compared to him and I knew at that moment I was about to get truly fucked.
The head of his cock pressed against my entrance.
I expected him to tease me. I expected him to start slow.
He didn’t. He did none of that.
He slammed into me with every last inch of that cock, making me scream with raw desire and pain and pleasure right from the start. I almost came from the first thrust. I was so wet that he slid into me with ease, even as I fought against him with every shred of pride I had left.
“I want to hear every last scream as you come for Daddy,” he demanded and my pussy spasmed hard around his thick cock.
He fucked me hard from the beginning and my body struggled to acclimate to his large size. It hurt and it hurt a lot, but my body was also responding with rabid desire. It was as if the pain and pleasure had twisted into one intoxicatingly and incredibly addicting sensation that tore through my anger and irritation at the endless denial that he’d put me through. My inner walls fluttered hard around him.
“Come hard for Daddy,” he commanded, and my body responded instantaneously. To him. Only for him.
