Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

Emily

"Kneel down, little Emily," Lord Adrian said. "I'm going to fuck your face now."

I swallowed hard at the dominance, the sheer aggression in his voice. My legs trembled as I sank to my knees before the man who kept me as his little girl amidst all this luxury. The carpet felt rough against my bare skin, a stark reminder of my nakedness. My bottom still burned from my belt whipping, and I felt the plug's distracting presence inside me as I moved — like a promise of my suddenly brutal Daddy's intentions.

Lord Adrian's hands went to his waistband, unfastening the button with deliberate slowness. Even the soft rustle of the fabric sent a shiver through me — a mix of fear and helpless arousal. He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock, already half-hard and jutting out from his lap.

"Open your mouth, young lady," he commanded in a growl that made my heart race. The caring Daddy in him seemed like a distant memory, and part of me wanted him back — another part, though, knew that I had asked for precisely this side of my sponsor… my keeper… my dominant Daddy.

I hesitated for just a moment as I tried to sort through my emotions, overwhelmed by the reality of what was about to happen. Lord Adrian's hand tangled in my hair, gripping firmly but not painfully.

"Now, Emily," he said, his voice low and full of authority. "Be a good girl and serve your Daddy. Open that pretty mouth."

Tears pricked at my eyes as I parted my lips. Lord Adrian held my head still and guided his cock into my mouth, pushing forward until I felt the tip hit the back of my throat. I gagged slightly, unprepared for the intrusion.

"Relax," he murmured, his free hand stroking my cheek almost tenderly. "Breathe through your nose. That's it, bad girl. You were made for this… to take the cock, wherever Daddy decides to give it to you."

He began to move, thrusting shallowly at first. I struggled to breathe and swallow around his length, my hands resting uncertainly at my sides.

My brutal Daddy's grip on my hair tightened as he began to thrust more deeply into my mouth. I gagged again, tears spilling down my cheeks as I strove to accommodate him. My jaw ached from the stretch, and I could barely breathe around his thick shaft.

"That's it," he growled, his voice rough with pleasure. "Take it all, little girl. Show Daddy how sorry you are for embarrassing him tonight."

I whimpered around his cock, overwhelmed by the sensations and emotions coursing through me. Part of me wanted to pull away, to end this degrading act. But another part — a part I was ashamed to acknowledge — craved his dominance, his control.

Lord Adrian's thrusts became more forceful, pushing deeper into my throat with each movement. I gagged and choked, saliva dripping down my chin. My hands instinctively came up to push against his thighs, but he reached down with his free hand and caught my wrists in it.

"No, young lady," he warned, in a low, threatening tone. "Keep those hands at your sides. This isn't about your comfort — it's about serving your Daddy."

I let my arms fall limply, surrendering completely to his will. The room filled with obscene wet sounds and my muffled whimpers as Lord Adrian used my mouth for his pleasure.

Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, he pulled out abruptly. I gasped for air, my chest heaving. My Daddy didn't let me recover, though. His hand tightened in my hair as he looked down at me, his eyes dark with lust. "Stand up and bend over the bed," he commanded. "Daddy's going to fuck that tight little pussy of yours now."

On shaky legs, I stood and moved to the bed, bending over it as instructed. I felt utterly exposed and degraded in this position, my well-spanked bottom on full display to my stern Daddy. Lord Adrian moved behind me, his hands grasping my hips roughly.

"Such a naughty girl," he growled. "Embarrassing Daddy in public, getting your little backside whipped. Daddy's going to fuck you so hard you can't walk straight."

Without warning, he thrust into me in one smooth motion. I cried out at the sudden intrusion, my body struggling to accommodate his size. Lord Adrian didn't give me time to adjust, setting a punishing pace as he pounded into me from behind.

"This is what bad girls get," he grunted, his fingers digging into my hips. "Used hard by their Daddies whenever they want."

Tears streamed down my face as conflicting sensations overwhelmed me - pain from my spanked bottom, pleasure from the relentless stimulation, shame at my helpless arousal. The plug still nestled in my bottom shifted with each thrust, adding to the intense sensations.

"Tell me you're a bad girl," Lord Adrian demanded, punctuating his words with particularly hard thrusts. "Tell Daddy what you are."

"I'm… I'm a bad girl," I gasped out between thrusts, my voice shaky. "I'm Daddy's bad girl."

Lord Adrian growled in approval, his pace becoming even more frantic. One of his hands snaked around to rub roughly at my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my overwrought body.

"That's right," he panted. "My naughty little girl. Now come for Daddy. Show me how much you love being whipped and used."

The combination of his words, his brutal thrusts, and his fingers on my sensitive bud pushed me over the edge. I cried out as an intense orgasm crashed over me, my inner walls clenching around Lord Adrian's cock.

"Good girl," he groaned, his movements becoming erratic. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside me, and I felt the warm rush of his release.

For a long moment, we stayed frozen in that position, both panting heavily. Then Lord Adrian slowly withdrew, leaving me feeling oddly empty. His hand stroked my back almost tenderly.

"You did very well, Emily," he murmured. "Such a good girl for Daddy."

I remained bent over the bed, my legs trembling too much to support me. Conflicting emotions warred within me - shame at my submission, pride at pleasing him, and a deep, unsettling satisfaction that I didn't want to examine too closely.

Lord Adrian helped me stand up, and he took me into his arms. My Daddy still had all his clothes on: the contrast with my nudity sent a shudder of shame and need thrilling through my frame.

With his hand on the back of my head, he tilted my face back, and kissed me gently. I whimpered up into his mouth, because his other hand had taken firm hold of my bottom, his two middle fingers pressing the jewel on the mortifying plug inside my virgin anus.

When my Daddy broke the kiss and pulled his face back to look into my eyes, the still-hungry expression on his face made me swallow very hard. I bit my lip as I felt his hardness, wet with my helpless arousal, reawaken against my tummy.

"Daddy's bad girl is so fuckable that she's going to have to take him in her little bottom very soon," he murmured. The rumble of the words in his chest seemed to shake not just my body but also the forbidden parts of my soul that Lord Adrian had uncovered and made grow so rapidly and so wildly.

So fuckable. It meant that my Daddy treasured me. He was a bad boy, and I a bad girl: that much had become completely clear. But in his blue eyes I could see it, even through the coarse dominance that so obviously aroused us both: affection. Love, even — or at least its beginnings. A bad boy who needed to serve as Daddy to a bad girl. Not a bad Daddy, though. A very, very good Daddy… for little Emily, anyway.

He put his hands on my shoulders and stepped away a little. I swallowed and let out a little whining sound between my closed lips as he pushed down, pressing me towards the floor.

"Little Emily is going to taste her sweet cunny, now," my Daddy said. "The harder you get Daddy with your mouth, the sooner Daddy will come in his bad girl's bottom."

I sank to my knees again, my cheeks burning with shame as I realized what my Daddy meant. He intended to climax in my anus, however long it would take, after just having come in my pussy. I felt the roughness of the carpet again on my knees as I positioned myself between his legs. His cock jutted out proudly, still glistening with the evidence of my orgasm around it moments before.

"That's it, young lady," he murmured, his hand coming to rest on the back of my head. "Show Daddy how much you love the taste of your naughty pussy."

Hesitantly, I leaned forward and ran my tongue along his length. The musky, tangy flavor of my own arousal mixed with his essence made me whimper softly. Part of me was mortified, but another part — a part that seemed to have grown much too strong to be denied — found it intoxicating.

"Good girl," Lord Adrian praised, his fingers tangling in my hair. "Now take Daddy back in your mouth. You're learning. Get me nice and hard for your punishment arse-fucking."

I obeyed, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock and slowly taking him deeper. The taste of myself on him was a constant reminder of my submission, of how thoroughly he had used me. As I bobbed my head, taking him as deep as I could, I felt him begin to swell and harden once more.

"That's it," he growled, his grip tightening in my hair. "Such a bad girl, but such a good little cocksucker for Daddy. It's time."

He pulled his hardness out of my mouth. "Kneel on the bed with your back to Daddy. Put your face in the covers, then reach back to spread your little bottom wide. Show Daddy your pretty plug."

With trembling limbs, my face burning, I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself as my Daddy had commanded. I buried my face in the soft covers, my bottom raised high in the air. Reaching back with both hands, I spread my cheeks wide, exposing the jeweled plug nestled between them.

"Such a pretty sight," Lord Adrian murmured appreciatively. "My naughty little girl, all ready for her real punishment."

I felt the bed dip as he moved behind me. His fingers traced lightly over my spread cheeks, making me shiver. Then he grasped the base of the plug and began to slowly work it out of me. I whimpered at the sensation, my body clenching around it instinctively.

"Relax, young lady," he instructed firmly. "This will go much easier if you don't fight it."

I took a deep breath, trying to force my muscles to unclench. With a final tug, the plug slipped free. I gasped at the sudden emptiness, my littlest hole fluttering around nothing.

"Good girl," Lord Adrian praised. "Now, let's get you ready for Daddy's cock."

I heard the snap of a cap opening, and then felt cool lube being drizzled directly onto my exposed anus. Lord Adrian's fingers rubbed it around, then slowly pressed one inside me. I bit my lip to stifle a moan as my Daddy prepared me for my final defloration.

Lord Adrian worked his finger in and out of my tight opening, gradually stretching me. The sensation was strange — not quite painful, but definitely uncomfortable. I tried to focus on keeping my muscles relaxed as he added a second finger.

"Such a tight little bottom," he murmured. "Daddy's going to enjoy fucking it so much."

His words sent a shiver through me. Part of me was terrified at the thought of taking his huge cock in such a delicate place. But the dark region inside me had lit up again, as if in welcome, as hot as that idea made my cheeks.

After what felt like an eternity of stretching, Lord Adrian withdrew his fingers. I felt his weight shift on the bed, felt him looming over me. The blunt head of his cock pressed against my entrance, and I let out a whining whimper.

"Deep breath, young lady," he instructed. "Daddy's going to claim your bottom now. Take your hands away so Daddy can feel your little cheeks on his cock."

I inhaled sharply as he began to push forward. The pressure was intense, painful. I sobbed into the bedcovers, my hands clenching in the sheets.

"Shh," Lord Adrian ordered, his hand gripping my lower back. "Relax and let Daddy in. You earned this with your bad behavior."

Slowly, inch by agonizing inch, he worked his way inside me. I felt impossibly full, stretched to my limit. Tears pricked at my eyes from the burning sensation.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, I felt his hips press flush against my whipped bottom. He had seated himself fully inside me. The world narrowed to that singular point of connection, overwhelming and all-consuming. My breath came in short gasps, each exhalation mingling with muffled whimpers as I fought the swell of sensations coursing through me. The pain was sharp and relentless, yet beneath it lay a heat that spread through my body like wildfire. I could feel Lord Adrian's presence engulfing me; his intensity seeping into every inch of my skin as he held me firmly in place.

"Such a brave bad girl," he breathed, his voice low and gravelly. "But we both know what bad girls deserve." The words dripped with a mixture of authority and promise. He began to pull back slowly, teasingly, before thrusting forward again with merciless force. The shock of him filling me anew sent jolts of raw sensation spiraling through my core, igniting what seemed like the insatiable hunger deep within me.

With each thrust, I could feel my body responding against my will, involuntarily pushing back to meet him halfway as waves of pleasure crashed over the pain. My hips instinctively rocked in rhythm, driven by that familiar dance between defiance and submission. "That's it, little Emily," he encouraged, his tone imbued with a dark satisfaction. "You're beginning to see the pleasure in your punishment."

A desperate moan escaped my lips as he buried himself deeper, stretching me more than I had ever thought possible. My body betrayed me; the brutal intensity only stoked the fire burning between my legs. I turned my head slightly, seeking his gaze over my shoulder — his expression fierce and radiant with lust as he savored the sight of his hardness buried in my most private place.

The primal, animalistic desire had etched itself into every line of his face. As I beheld it, I realized with a shock of helpless need that I was becoming as addicted to the carnal hunger in his eyes as he so clearly was to the power he wielded over me.

Lord Adrian's thrusts became more urgent, the bed creaking beneath us as he pounded into me without mercy. With each deep invasion, my body quaked with a heady mix of pain and pleasure. The sensations were so overwhelming I began to tremble uncontrollably, my teeth sinking into my lower lip to staunch the cries threatening to spill from my lips.

"That's it," he growled, his grip on my hips tightening. "Feel how much Daddy needs to punish you."

I gave in: I cried out, and my mounting screams seemed to make my Daddy's punishment bottom-fucking easier to bear. The pain was still there, but it seemed muted by the pleasure my Daddy built inside me, alongside the strict justice of his pounding cock. I let him use my bottom however he wanted; I was his bad girl plaything, his property. I craved nothing more than to please him.

With a final, savage thrust, Lord Adrian grunted and stiffened above me, his cock pulsing deep inside my bottom as he reached his release. His grip on my hips tightened almost painfully as the last of his seed spilled into my still-quivering depths.

As he collapsed onto me, all the air rushed out of my lungs in one ragged exhale. My body trembled with a potent mixture of relief and shameful satisfaction.

"There, little Emily," he murmured in my ear, running a hand over my sweat-soaked hair. "That's how a bad girl learns her lesson."