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God, yes. Be mean, be cruel. Please, Daddy. “I have no secrets!”
I braced for another stripe, but none came. “Sit up.”
Confused, but painfully aroused by the uncertainty of what he had in mind, I shifted positions so I was sitting up on the couch. The leather was not as welcoming for my poor, abused bottom as I might have liked. “Sir?”
“Scoot forward so your ass is hanging off the edge and lean back a little.” A smirk tilted his lips when I obeyed. “Hands behind your knees and hold them up as far apart as you can manage.”
The position left my pussy fully exposed. My most sensitive parts were completely vulnerable to whatever punishment he might dream up, and the knowledge nearly made me whimper.
And when he gripped the buckle of his belt, wrapping the thin leather around his hand so only a short strip was left hanging free, I had to fight to stay in position. Knowing what was coming did nothing to prepare me for the burn and sting of the leather lashing against my swollen, soaked lips.
Screwing my eyes shut, I suffered through three such painful strokes before I broke. “No more, Daddy, please! I’m sorry, I’ll tell you everything!”
“Tell me, and I might just let you come while I fuck you.”
Merde, the things this man did to me. “I, um, wh-when I was twelve, I stole a lipstick from the store while I was out with my friends.”
“Naughty little girl. Did you return it?”
Still gripping my legs, I shook my head. “No, Sir. And I never told anyone.”
It was, for once, the truth. A secret I had never shared with anyone, not even my closest girlfriends at the time.
“Thank you for telling me, sweetheart. We can discuss your punishment for shoplifting at a later date, but for now, my good girl deserves a reward for telling the truth.”
And then he was on his knees in front of me, that wicked tongue of his working its magic against my clit. Pleasure as sharp as the pain he’d inflicted on me exploded inside of me, but I didn’t dare release my hold on my legs. I hadn’t been given permission, and the last thing I wanted just then was to give him any reason to deny me my release.
“Daddy, please, please, please.” For what felt like eternity, I begged and pleaded with him to make me come, to give me what I so desperately needed.
“Not yet.” Sitting up straight, he grinned, the stubble along his chin glistening with my juices. “I want to feel you come around my cock. Roll back on your tummy, baby.”
I hurried to obey while he stripped and knelt behind me on the couch. Hands gripping my hips, he hauled my ass up high once more as he sank into my dripping pussy.
Rough, hard, without mercy he fucked me. Each stroke felt like a branding. A claiming. And even though I knew it could never be, I gave myself over to it. To him. In that moment, I was his, and nothing else mattered but the brutal way he was using my body.
“Come for me, baby. Come all over Daddy’s cock like a good girl.”
The order, combined with his fingers finding my clit as he rode me to oblivion sent me screaming over the edge. But even as I went limp, my limbs heavy with pleasure, he continued to work me up to the peak again.
“Can’t,” I managed. “Daddy. Stop.”
I barely recognized the whiny, needy voice coming from my own lips. My protests earned me a sharp pinch to my clit, and a throaty chuckle.
“You can. And you will.”
My body responded instantly to the growled command. Another scream ripped from my throat as pleasure and pain mixed together, rushing like molten lava through my veins.
Cole’s cock slid free from my pussy, and a moment later I heard his grunt of release right before his hot, sticky seed coated my welted ass.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, gathering me up into his arms. “Let’s get you washed up, sweetheart, and into bed.”
All I could manage in response was a soft hum of agreement as he strode toward the bathroom.
