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She flushed even redder and felt her sex moisten even more. Edward chuckled and then pushed her legs back toward her chest. She tensed, whimpering a bit as she felt his fingers between her cheeks as he took hold of the plug.
“Push against my fingers, Louisa. I want you to help me take your punishment plug out of your bottom.”
She knew she wouldn’t be able to assist him; her shame was too consuming. Yet, when she felt him begin to tug on the awful plug, she couldn’t contain either her moan or stop her muscles from tensing as her body overrode her shame, attempting to push the horrid invader from her bottom.
“That’s my good girl. Help Papa take your little plug out of your sweet little bottom-hole. Push again, little one. Push hard for Papa.”
His words only caused her shame to grow and though she obeyed, pushing hard, it seemed as if her papa didn’t truly wish her to rid herself of the plug. Every inch she gained was lost as her papa pushed the plug in the opposite direction, sliding the awful thing back inside her. She keened as she felt her body spasming, knowing that he’d see every muscle clench, every jerk of her hips or jump of her clittie and every drop of cream that she felt filling her pussy. She felt like a bug on a pin, squirming like a little worm as he took his time. Torn between deep humiliation and an increasing fire building inside her with every movement of the plug, she could only mew and squirm as her papa played with both her emotions and her most private, most naughty place. Her breasts ached with a need to be caressed, her pussy wept and her clittie felt as if it would burst if only he’d swipe a finger across the pulsating bundle of nerves. When the plug finally popped out, she squealed and then flushed when she realized she was regretting its loss. How could that be? It was an awful, wicked thing, far too sinful to be considered.
Edward smiled and set the plug aside. He ran his finger through her sopping sex and then looked down into her eyes.
“Very good, Louisa. Now, lift your bottom. Papa is going to play with your bottom- hole.”
She’d thought she was embarrassed before, but at his order, she was sure shame would be the cause of her death. She wanted the floor to open and swallow her, crib and all. But as she’d learned, what she wanted didn’t matter.
“Louisa, I’ll not repeat myself again. Lift your bottom.” She felt her eyes well but lifted her hips off the mattress. “Good girl, that’s my good little girl offering Papa her sweet little hole.”
Clenching her eyes shut, she felt his finger sliding into her bottom… this time with ease, her poor hole stretched from the plug his finger was now replacing. Moaning, her fingers tugged against the restraints that held her hands above her head as he removed his finger only to press two into her bottom. She felt him begin to pull and push his fingers in and out of her and despite her shame, she felt her sex bloom yet again, her breath catching in her throat.
“That’s it, little one. Rock on Papa’s fingers. Ride them like Papa taught you to ride his cock.”
Sure she was going straight to hell, feeling the fires already consuming her, she obeyed and began to move against his fingers, each press down driving the fingers deeper into a place they didn’t belong. Her nipples tightened to the point of aching, her clit throbbing as if it had its own heartbeat. Moaning with wanton lust, her back arched, her head thrashed as he began to spread his two fingers apart, stretching her small hole as he continued to frig her bottom.
“That’s my good girl. Papa loves every part of his little lady. Papa loves her sweet titties with their hard nipples. Papa loves her precious naked pussy and all the honeyed cream leaking from it. Papa loves the swollen red little pleasure bud I see peeking out of its hood, and I love this tight little puckered hole that will learn to stretch and accept my cock deep inside.”
Finally grateful for the pacifier gag in her mouth as it muffled sounds she was ashamed to be uttering, her mind whirled, every part of her attuned to her papa. Edward continued to stretch and frig her bottom hole as his free hand began to roam over her breasts, tweaking, tugging and twisting each nipple until they were swollen and huge, hot and throbbing. She began to beg behind her gag as his hand moved down to split her nether lips open and slide a finger deep into her pussy. Louisa was no longer concerned about the decadent dance she was performing. She no longer worried that the very devil would welcome her with open arms into the depths of hell for her wickedness. All she cared about was pleasing her papa. Nothing but her own need drove her to continue to rock her hips, to not only ride but to grind onto his fingers as she keened behind her pacifier while he worked her slowly but wonderfully in both of her openings. His thumb rubbed against her engorged clit and with her strangled cry, he said, “Let’s try three, shall we?” a moment before he began to work a third finger into her bottom.
Louisa arched and keened nonstop as he stretched her far beyond what the plug had done yet she knew she couldn’t claim the cries were all ones of pain. Sensations she’d never imagined consumed her as he filled her rectum. Her buttocks were rocking up and down as she tried to get all she could of his fingers. Her head began to thrash from side to side, her chest heaving from breathing so hard and fast. She discovered that what she truly wanted wasn’t for him to stop. Instead, she knew she’d die if he did. She might be damned for all eternity, but she was desperate for her papa to continue what he was doing to her.
She needed those fingers, needed them driving in and out of her bum. Needed them fucking her quim and playing with her clittie. Needed them as much as she needed the very air to breathe. Louisa had never felt like this before. She was spiraling up and up to a height she had never before ascended. Every nerve ending was singing and thrumming and her voice straining to escape the gag, wanting to beg for more, for him to push harder, faster, to… to fuck her bottom. Her vision grayed when he added a finger slick from her pussy to join the thumb on her clit.
“Spend for me, Louisa. I want you to come hard so I can feel it on my fingers in your pussy and up your arse. I want you to come so hard that you feel as if you will explode. Come now, little lady, come for Papa.” His words, his order and his expectation that she obey drove all thoughts from her head. Her entire world consisted of his demands and what his hands were doing to her body. As he plunged his three digits deep into her bottom and pinched her clit flat between his thumb and finger, she bowed practically in half, her voice lost on a scream. Her contractions as she imploded were stronger than any she had ever had, almost expelling his fingers deep as they were inside her bottom. He renewed his efforts and forced her through another explosive culmination while he continued to work the fingers of both of his hands in and out of her body. By the time he pulled away, she was shaking all over, her legs splayed open, the sheets beneath her soaked with her cream.
Edward quickly removed the restraints on her hands and lifted her from the crib. He laid her down on the ottoman, lifted and parted her legs and drove himself into her. She screamed again, the sound choked until he reached down, unbuckled her gag and threw it across the room.
She sobbed, “Ohhh, ohhh, Papa… Papa… Papa,” again and again as he took her. He kept her legs over his shoulders as he pounded into her without mercy. He moved one hand down and with a single hard thrust buried two fingers up her bottom.
“Ahhh, ohhh, Papa!” she screamed and clamped her muscles around both his cock and his fingers. “I’m… I’m… please, Papa!” she begged and he managed to grant her permission to take her pleasure only seconds before she exploded. He groaned as her muscles clamped around him like a vise and the moment the contraction eased, he bellowed and spurted deep inside her. He continued to move for several thrusts until she came for the fourth time and only then did he remove, first his fingers, and then his cock from her body. He staggered to stand and then scooped her into his arms, moved to the rocking chair, collapsing into it with her cradled on his lap. Louisa felt sure he’d agree it had been the most intense lovemaking of their lives, though, she knew he’d describe the act with a crude word. It had been primal, like wild animals rutting without restraint. Yes, he’d fucked her and she’d loved every moment just as she loved the feel of his arms around her as she mewed into his chest, her hands stroking against him as if making sure he was holding her; keeping her safe… loving her.
She had no idea of how much time passed before he bent to kiss the top of her head, something she had grown to love. “I love you, little one.”
“I love you, too, Papa,” she said and then giggled, burying her face against his chest only to feel his fingers cupping her chin to lift her head again.
“What’s so funny?”
Shaking her head, she smiled up at him. “It’s nothing, Papa. It’s just that I-I love it when you kiss my head, is that silly?”
He chuckled and shook his head. “Not at all. And, though I’m sure you don’t wish to admit it, I’m thinking you also love it when Papa kisses your little nipples, your wet cunny and your sweetly puckered bottom-hole.”
Feeling her face instantly heat, she shook her head in denial only to hear him chuckle again. “I think my sweet little lady is fibbing to her papa, which is very naughty and would earn her a spanking.” At her gasp and a hand dropping from his chest to go behind her to provide a barrier to her naked bottom, he continued, “Or perhaps she is just too shy to admit she does.”
Seeing that he wasn’t going to turn her over his knees again, she smiled and gave him the very barest of nods.
“I thought so,” he said with a final chuckle and another kiss to her head when she relaxed against him once more.
His fingers stroked her hair as she laid her cheek against his chest, hiding the blush she could feel heating her skin. She’d never be able to voice it, but she’d loved the very rawness of every stroke, every thrust, every order he’d uttered as she easily remembered the pleasure she had felt when he’d done each of those rather shameful, very naughty things to her.
He bent down again, this time to speak against her ear. “And, Louisa, though you won’t believe me, I promise you are going to love it when I sink my cock into that tight little pucker and fuck your bottom until you scream and beg me to allow you to come.”
