Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

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I did want to please him.

I did and I hated that.

There was a part of me, a part that was growing larger by the minute, that wanted him to be pleased, that wanted to give him everything that he desired.

But I had a hard time admitting that.

I gritted my teeth and met his eyes, trying to read what he wanted, and what he would do, but the darkness within them gave nothing away, so all I had to go off of were his words.

“Be a good girl and swallow every last drop of my cum down that pretty little throat and I just might let you come for me after your spanking.”

The last three words rang out in my head and my whole world spun as my backside tingled with sensation, almost as if I was anticipating that very thing.

Fuck.

He was really going to spank me, wasn’t he?

He was going to put me over his knee and redden my ass and make me come all over his fingers and then probably fuck me right here and?—

No.

I couldn’t let myself think that way.

I needed to gain the upper hand here and fast, but I didn’t know how. So I did the next best thing.

I stayed quiet and lifted my chin, proud of myself for making him come. Clearing my throat, I pulled my shoulders back and he leveled me with a look that made my knees go weak. I hated him for having such an effect on me, but more than that, I was annoyed at myself for letting him.

With a smirk, I licked my lips, tasting him, and I could tell by the way his jaw twitched that it had an effect on him, and my grin widened by the second, at least until he cocked his head and cleared his throat to speak.

“That was a good start, but now Daddy’s going to take you into his office and show you what a real orgasm feels like.”

A real orgasm?

What the fuck did that mean?

“Look at Daddy, little girl,” he ordered, and my eyes immediately flicked back to his. “You need Daddy to take care of you, don’t you? In all of the ways a naughty girl needs to be taken care of. Punished, and spanked, and made to come so hard that your legs give out and your voice goes hoarse from screaming. You need that, don’t you?”

My lips parted, and I felt the warmth spreading across my skin. It was too much, the way he said it, the way his eyes burned into mine. But more than that, it was the truth. And that was the worst part. The fact that he could see me.

The real me.

My stomach twisted, the conflict inside me growing stronger, the desire and need warring with the stubbornness and pride. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and a part of me wanted to push him away, to protect myself, but another stronger part wanted him closer, wanted him to see all of me, every single broken piece.

He held my gaze, his eyes searching mine, as if looking for an answer. I opened my mouth, and closed it, then opened it again.

“Yes.”

The word fell off my lips before I could stop it.

“Yes, what ?”

He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine and a shiver raced down my spine. He was going to make me say it. The word was right there, right on the tip of my tongue. All I had to do was open my mouth and allow it to come out, but it was so hard.

Could I even say it out loud? Could I do that?

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry, and his lips curled into a faint smile. He leaned down, his mouth only a breath away from my ear, his voice low, a whisper of velvet.

“Say it, baby girl. Let Daddy take care of you. You know you need it. Say yes, Daddy, and it’s yours. Everything you need. Every. Single. Thing.”

His words, his closeness, the heat of his breath on my skin, the intensity in his eyes, it was all too much. My core constricted tight, and it was hard to draw air into my lungs. My lips parted.

“Yes, Daddy.”

The words slipped off my tongue before I could stop them, my voice hardly more than a whisper.

And just like that, it was done. There was no going back.

“Good girl,” he purred, and his lips brushed against my ear. “Let’s get started then.”

Aleksei’s hand closed around mine, warm and commanding, as he pulled me away from the wall. For a moment, I was too caught up in the dizzying afterglow of calling him Daddy. Unable to bring myself to fight, I let him guide me, my pulse still racing, as if my body was just waiting for whatever came next.

Without a word, he led me through the gallery, past the lingering scent of oils and canvas, past the pristine frames that lined the walls and into the back.

He pushed open a heavy oak door at the end of the corridor and drew me inside. The moment we stepped into his office, I felt like I’d been transported into another world—one that was purely and unmistakably him.

The space was rich and dark, lit by the soft glow of a vintage brass desk lamp that cast a warm pool of light over deep mahogany furniture. The air was thick with the scent of leather and the faintest hint of cigar smoke, though there wasn’t a single ashtray in sight. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with leather-bound volumes on art, history, and philosophy. A massive abstract painting dominated one wall, its deep reds, purples, and blacks bleeding into each other like secrets whispered in the dark. The desk was large and uncluttered, save for a crystal decanter filled with amber liquid and two heavy glasses—ready, waiting.

Aleksei’s grip on my hand tightened slightly as he turned to face me. In one smooth motion, he released my hand, stepped back, and closed the door behind us with a soft, deliberate click. The sound of the lock turning sent a shiver down my spine. My breath caught as he turned to look at me, the air between us thickening with that same tension that had been building ever since the moment we met.

His eyes were dark, almost predatory as they roved over me, taking in the way I stood there, chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. For a moment, I thought he might say something, but instead, he simply watched me, the corner of his mouth lifting into that same infuriating, knowing smile that made my pussy clench with need.

Without a word, he crossed the room, moving toward the desk with slow, deliberate steps, as if savoring every second. With one hand, he picked up the decanter and poured the liquid into the two glasses. My mouth went dry.

“Would you like a drink, baby girl?”

The words hung in the air between us, as if daring me to respond.

I swallowed hard, a flicker of fear and anticipation running through me.

“Yes.”

The word slipped off my tongue, and the way his eyes darkened when he heard it made my clit throb.

“If I have to remind you how to refer to me properly again, baby girl, I’m going to have to bend you over my desk and take off my belt,” he threatened, his tone casual as my stomach pitched forward and catapulted up into my throat.

He’d spank me with his belt?

My clit pulsed again.

The thought was terrifying, but at the same time… somehow exciting. I took a shaky breath and tried to gather myself as his fingers curled around the glass. I could feel his gaze on me, burning into my skin, the air thick with anticipation. I held his gaze, and the corner of his mouth lifted, the shadow of a smile playing across his lips.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered finally, not wanting to test the waters just yet, not when I didn’t know what was to come.

A spanking with his belt would certainly sting, I was sure of it, and I didn’t yet know how I felt about going over his knee in the first place. I assumed he would use his hand to slap my ass a few times. Maybe he thought it would make my pussy wet, and then maybe he’d bend me over his desk and fuck me with that big hard pierced cock, but I couldn’t know for sure.

The one thing I was sure of though was that I wasn’t ready for his belt.

Not yet anyway.

I’d called him Daddy again and all it had taken was a single threat that he’d spank me with his belt.

My cheeks burned with the humiliation of knowing that I was calling my boss , the man who held my professional life in his hands, Daddy , something so intimate, so raw. The word tasted foreign, almost forbidden, each syllable tinged with a strange mix of shame and desire that left my heart racing and my pussy clenching.

His eyes darkened and the corners of his lips lifted up in a smirk. He didn’t answer, and instead, simply walked back toward me, the liquid in the glass sloshing ever so slightly as he moved.

He placed the glass in my hand, his fingers brushing against mine, sending a shiver down my spine. His eyes met mine, his expression inscrutable, and a wave of warmth washed over me. I sipped at the liquid, finding it to be a spicy bourbon that burned as it slipped down my throat. It was strong, the taste of oak and caramel lingering on my tongue.

He took a long sip from his glass, and I caught the scent of the liquor, the sweetness of oak and the bite of caramel on his breath. His eyes never left mine, the tension between us crackling, as if charged by the electricity in the air. For a moment, neither of us spoke, the silence stretching out, as if neither of us dared to break it.

Finally, Aleksei broke it first, his voice a low rumble, his words spoken as if he carefully considered each and every one.

“Let me tell you what’s going to happen next, baby girl. I’m going to sit down and then you’re going to climb over my knee with that beautiful little ass high up in the air. You’re going to ask me to lift your skirt. Then you’re going to ask me to take down those sexy panties you’re undoubtedly wearing and then you’re going to ask me to spank you. Hard. If you’re a good girl for your spanking, then I’ll make you come for me. If you’re not, I’m going to leave you wet and needy. Do you understand me?”

His words, spoken in that soft, deep baritone, made my heart race and my skin flush. The image his words conjured sent a wave of heat rushing through me. I wanted that, desperately, but more than anything, I wanted him to make me come because I already knew it wasn’t enough for me to do it. It needed it to be him.

“I—”

I hesitated, unable to form the words, to admit what I wanted.

“The only answer I want to hear is ‘Yes, Daddy’ or ‘No, Daddy,’ baby girl. Nothing else,” he murmured, and I bit my lip, my stomach doing somersaults at the low warning in his tone. I didn’t trust myself to speak, so I simply nodded.

He leaned forward, his lips a mere inch from mine, the smell of his cologne intoxicating, his proximity making it hard to breathe.

“Use your words, baby girl,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument, yet somehow still soft and gentle.

“Yes… Da —Daddy,” I breathed, unable to stop myself. I did want what he was offering. I did want to come for him. I wanted to come hard and for some reason, I trusted in his ability to deliver on that promise. Maybe it was his cool confidence, or maybe it was his tempting charm, but I knew without a doubt that this man was going to make me shatter into pieces.

On his fingers.

On his cock.

Over his desk.

Maybe even in his bed.

I lifted the glass in my hand and brought it to my lips. With a flick of my wrist, I upended it and swallowed every drop of that bourbon in a single gulp. I needed the liquid courage, or whatever the hell you called it, if I was going to get through this.

He smirked, and the way his lips curled, the way his eyes shone with mischief, was enough to make my legs tremble with anticipation. With a flourish, he removed his jacket and laid it neatly across the back of the leather chair. Then he sank down, his movements slow and graceful, like a panther, his gaze never leaving mine.

I couldn’t help but think that the only way someone could possibly have such perfect posture was if he spent hours practicing it, but the thought quickly fled as he reached out his hand and beckoned me to come to him.

I placed the empty glass on the desk beside me.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, a frantic drumbeat that seemed to echo through the quiet of his office. I couldn’t look away from him, couldn’t stop my mind from racing, trying to anticipate what he was going to do next.

And fixating on how much my spanking was going to hurt…

I’d known this might happen—he’d warned me and some part of me had been waiting for it, almost wanting it. But now that I was here, standing in front of him, the reality of what was about to happen sent a rush of nerves skittering up my spine.

I could almost picture it, being pulled over his lap, my breath coming in quick, uneven gasps as I waited for the first strike of his hand against my bare flesh.

Would it sting? The thought sent a shiver through me, a confusing mix of fear and anticipation that I couldn’t quite untangle.

And yet, beneath that fear was a flicker of something else. A deep, almost desperate need that had been growing inside me for longer than I cared to admit. It was the need to be pushed, to be forced to let go of the control I held onto so fiercely.

But giving in meant trusting him, meant accepting that he knew what I needed better than I did.

I could feel my cheeks burning, my skin prickling with the anticipation of his touch. I wanted to take a step back, to tell him I wasn’t ready, but my body was betraying me, my breaths shallow and quick, every part of me aching for something I wasn’t sure I could handle but wanting it all the same.

Finally, I took a step forward, every nerve in my body screaming at me to stop, to run, to do anything but what I was about to do. But that quiet voice inside me—the one I’d ignored for too long—kept urging me on. I reached for his hand, and the moment my fingers touched his, it was like something inside me snapped into place. His grip was firm, warm, and the instant he had me, I felt like I was exactly where I was meant to be.

With his hand steady on mine, I let him pull me down, guiding me over his knee. The warmth of his thighs pressed against my belly, and I couldn’t help but notice his hard cock along with it. I tried to steady my breath, to calm the wild flutter of nerves that made my hands tremble, but it was impossible. The position was so vulnerable, so exposed, and I could feel every muscle tense with the anticipation of what was coming.

His hand rested on my lower back, heavy and possessive, sending another shiver down my spine. I pressed my lips together, fighting the urge to squirm as he adjusted me, making sure I was exactly where he wanted me. The moment seemed to stretch on forever, the air thick with the weight of what we both knew was about to happen.

“Relax,” he said softly, his voice a low rumble that sent heat flooding through me. “I know you’re nervous, baby girl. But you’re going to be just fine. I’m just going to give you what you’ve needed for a very, very long time.”

I wanted to believe him, wanted to trust that he knew what I needed, but the uncertainty was eating me alive. What if I couldn’t handle it? What if the sting was too much, or I couldn’t bear the thought of letting him see just how desperately I wanted this? What would he think when he saw how wet I was right now, how ready I was for a fucking after all this talk of punishment?

The silence in the room was deafening as I lay across his lap, my heart racing so fast I thought it might burst. I felt his hand resting lightly on my lower back, steadying me, waiting. He wasn’t rushing this. No, he was giving me time to catch my breath, to really take in that I was over his knee about to get the first spanking of my life.

I drew in a shaky breath, gathering my courage. This was what I wanted. What I needed. I turned my head slightly, my voice trembling but clear.

“Please, Daddy,” I whispered.

His fingers flexed slightly on my back.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice low and rich, like dark velvet. “I need to hear you say it clearly. Tell me what you want. Tell Daddy what you need… Ask for it. I want to hear you say it, step by step.”

I bit my lip, my face flushed with both embarrassment and desire. “Lift my skirt,” I said softly, the words tasting foreign and thrilling on my tongue. “Please, Daddy.”

The air seemed to crackle between us as his hand moved, slowly gathering the fabric of my skirt and lifting it up over my hips. The cool air of the room hit the backs of my thighs, making me shiver. I couldn’t help but let out a small gasp, my skin tingling with anticipation. The sensation of being so exposed, so vulnerable, sent a wave of heat flooding through me.

“What next, baby girl?” he asked, his voice gentle but edged with that quiet authority that sent my pulse racing. His hand hovered, waiting for my permission.

“I want you to pull down my panties and bare my… my bottom,” I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath.

His touch was careful, almost reverent, as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly drew them down. The fabric slipped over my skin, leaving me exposed, my body heating under his steady gaze. I couldn’t see his expression, but I could feel it—the way his eyes roved over me, taking in every inch he revealed. I felt so exposed like this, with my skirt pushed up to my back and my panties down to my knees, my bare cheeks trembling and waiting for the first strike of his undoubtedly firm hand.

“Good girl,” he murmured again, and the words sent a thrill through me, making me press my thighs together instinctively. But his hand on my back kept me steady, held me right where he wanted me.

There was a certain relief to the fact that I wasn’t going anywhere, and a certain fear that came with it too.

“Now,” he said, his voice dipping lower, “I want to hear you ask for what’s next. I won’t give you anything unless you ask for it, baby girl.”

I felt the flush creep up my neck, my cheeks burning hotter. This was my choice—every step of it. I could stop him, pull back, but the need inside me was growing stronger by the second.

He was making me submit to this and that was making my pussy clench.

“Spank me,” I said, the words tumbling out in a rush, my voice shaking with both nerves and desire. “Please, Daddy… I want you to spank me.”

The moment hung in the air, heavy and charged, until I felt the first light touch of his hand against my bare skin, sending a jolt through me that was both thrilling and terrifying.

“You need a hard spanking, don’t you?” he whispered, and then his hand came down, lightly, only just enough to send a rush of heat straight through me.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, fear and arousal coiling up within my belly and I drew in a shaky breath.

“Then it’s time Daddy gave you exactly what you need, isn’t it?” he answered, and my heart stuttered in my chest.

I hummed with nervousness, unable to ignore the bareness of my ass and how utterly exposed I was right now over my boss’s knee.

And then, my very first spanking finally started.

His hand came down with a firm, resounding slap, the sound echoing through the quiet office. The sting was harsh and immediate, a heat blooming across my skin that took my breath away. I let out a small gasp, the sensation both startling and thrilling. But before I could fully process it, he brought his hand down again, harder this time, sending another wave of heat rippling through me.

I bit down on my lip, trying to hold back a whimper, but it was no use. Every strike sent a jolt of sensation straight through me, a strange, intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure. This was harder than I’d expected—more intense, much more overwhelming. But even as my body flinched with each smack, there was a part of me that craved it, that needed it.

His rhythm was steady, controlled, each strike perfectly placed. I could feel my skin growing hotter, the sting spreading into a deeper ache that made me squirm against his lap. But he kept his hand on my back, holding me in place, his voice a steady, commanding murmur above me.

“Is this what you need, baby girl?” he asked, his tone low and almost soothing despite the firm way his hand came down on my bare skin again.

The burn—it was making my mind go blank, turning every thought into nothing more than a desperate, needy haze. And yet, as hard as he was spanking me, it wasn’t enough. Not quite. I needed more. Needed to be pushed further, past the line I thought I couldn’t cross.

I needed him to make me surrender.

I let out a shaky breath, the words slipping out before I could stop them. “Harder,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Please, Daddy… harder.”

He paused for a moment, his hand resting on my burning skin, and I could almost feel the satisfied smile that must have been spreading across his lips.

“You want it harder?” he asked in a dark, dangerous whisper. “Beg for it, little girl.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, my entire body trembling as I fought against the instinct to hold back, to protect myself. But I was past that now—too far gone, too desperate for more of the sharp, searing sensation that sent heat pooling low in my belly, too needy for the orgasm he’d promised.

“Please,” I gasped, the words tumbling out in a rush. “Please, Daddy . Spank me harder. I need it. I?—”

Before I could finish, his hand came down again, this time with a force that made me cry out, the pain intense and raw, but exactly what I’d begged for. My body arched, my breath hitching, and I could feel the tears welling in my eyes—not from pain, but from the sheer intensity of the entire thing.

“Good girl. That’s it…” he murmured, his voice darkly triumphant.

And he didn’t let up. Each strike came down with unrelenting force, until the burn in my skin was matched only by the burning need deep inside me. I was completely lost, completely his, and I never wanted it to stop.

His hand came down again and again, and each strike seemed harder than the last, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. I tried to brace myself for each one, but it was impossible. The sting grew hotter, spreading through me until my entire body was trembling, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. I could feel the heat radiating off my skin, the brutal, aching burn that had gone far beyond anything I could have imagined.

It was more than I thought I could take, and yet, I wanted it—I needed it.

The tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, and I squeezed them shut, refusing to let them fall. I couldn’t give in. Not yet. But Aleksei was relentless, each strike more precise, more punishing than the one before. My hands clenched into fists, my nails digging into my palms, as I tried to hold on, to keep myself from crying out.

“Still need more, baby girl?” he murmured, his voice a dark caress above me. His hand paused, resting on my burning skin, as if he were giving me a moment to catch my breath. But I could feel the tension in him, the way he was waiting, watching, pushing me right to the edge of what I could endure and then right past it.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered.

My spanking started anew, each terrible slap enough to send a searing wave of heat over my scalded flesh as he struck the fullest part of my ass.

And then his hand moved lower, slipping from my sore, reddened cheeks to my thighs. The first strike there made me jerk in surprise, a strangled cry escaping my lips. The scalding sting was so much harsher now, the skin so much more sensitive. It felt like a brand, hot and searing, and my body instinctively tried to pull away. But his grip on my waist was firm, unyielding.

“Stay still,” he ordered, his voice firm, and even in my haze of pain, I couldn’t help but obey. My thighs quivered under his touch, my mind spinning as he brought his hand down again, the sound of the slap sharp and merciless.

My eyes watered and I blinked away my tears, trying to hold on, trying to take this gracefully, but it was hard. It was so hard. He spanked from the tops of my cheeks all the way down to the middle of my thighs. He pushed me right past the edge of what I thought I could take and then I took more.

I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

The tears spilled over, hot and unbidden, and I felt something inside me crack. The fight, the stubbornness—it all slipped away, leaving me raw, open, and entirely vulnerable. A sob caught in my throat as I finally let go, surrendering to the intensity of it all.

“Please, Daddy!” I whimpered, my voice broken, barely more than a whisper. “Daddy, please!”

His hand stilled, resting on my thigh, and for a moment, the only sound in the room was my ragged breathing, the soft, almost inaudible sobs that I couldn’t seem to stop. His fingers traced gently over the marks he’d left, his touch surprisingly tender, almost reverent.

I was still trembling, still trying to catch my breath, but the release was overwhelming, almost euphoric. I’d finally let go, finally surrendered completely, and in that moment, I realized just how deeply I’d needed it. Aleksei’s touch, firm and unyielding, had taken me to a place I hadn’t even known I could reach, and now, as I lay across his lap, I felt a peace I hadn’t felt in years.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered softly, his lips close to my ear. “I’m going to take care of you. And right now, you need to come for me.”

And then, his fingers pressed between my legs, grazing over my wet folds until they finally settled on my clit.

Lightly, he circled my needy bud and I moaned, tears still sliding down my cheeks and I almost came right then and there over his knee with my bright red ass still on display.

I shuddered, the sensation overwhelming, and for a moment, I was sure I couldn’t bear it. But his touch was gentle, knowing, and the ache inside me grew, the need to come so strong it was almost painful. I bucked my hips against his hand, desperate for more, and his fingers slipped inside me.

“Fuck,” I moaned, my voice ragged.

This man was going to make me come undone. I told myself that couldn’t happen. That he wouldn’t best me, that this was just an orgasm, plain and simple, nothing more.

But as his fingers curled inside me, stroking against that perfect spot, I knew it was already too late.

I cried out, my body writhing under his touch, the orgasm building within me, threatening to break free.

“Come for Daddy,” he murmured, his fingers working their magic between my legs. They swirled around my clit, pressing down in just the perfect way, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me and then I couldn’t hold back anymore.

My orgasm hit like a tidal wave, sending me spiraling into a white-hot abyss of ecstasy, my body shaking with the force of it. I could feel his hand tighten on my hip, holding me in place, his touch possessive and firm, and the knowledge that he was still in control, that he was still taking care of me, sent me soaring even higher.

Before I could stop myself, I opened my mouth and a scream of pleasure tumbled out.

And then, everything went black.

I was falling, falling, and I couldn’t stop.

My world spun around me, darkness and light swirling together in a dizzying blur, and the only thing that kept me tethered to reality was his touch, his one free hand still resting on my hip, holding me in place.

The darkness closed in, pulling me under, and for a moment, I felt a flicker of fear, of panic, but his presence was reassuring, his voice a steady, low murmur in my ear.

“That’s it, little girl,” he whispered. “Give yourself to me. Give it all to Daddy.”

His words were a warm, comforting blanket around me, wrapping me in a sense of safety, of security, and I drifted for a moment, floating on a sea of bliss, before his fingers grazed over my clit once more and then I came again.

My second orgasm was so intense, so overwhelming, that it seemed to last forever. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, drowning me in a sea of sensation, and I couldn’t do anything but ride it out, letting the current carry me far away.

I writhed over his knee, trying not to think about how my bright red ass was clenching over his knee, or how my pussy was squeezing the fingers that still surged inside of me, or how good it felt when his other hand slid up the curve of my spine and gripped the back of my neck.

He held me steady, his voice a low, soothing murmur.

“That’s it, little girl,” he cooed, his thumb caressing my neck, his fingers curling deeper inside me. “Let go. Give yourself to Daddy.”

And then, his thumb drifted backwards, glancing over my bottom hole and my whole body stiffened for the briefest of seconds before he forced it inside me.

The pain, the sensation, the shock, it was all too much.

My body clenched, the orgasm cresting higher until I felt like I might burst from the pleasure. I clung to him, my body shaking, as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through me, and all the while, he held me steady.

His hand splayed between my legs, one pair of fingers rolling over my clit, another two inside of my pussy and his thumb filling my asshole. The varying sensations were too much, and I broke apart as another orgasm tore through me before I could even think to stop it.

“Please,” I whimpered, not sure what I was asking for, not even sure what was happening, just knowing that it was too much, too intense, but I took it anyway because deep down, a tiny little part of me want to be forced even further.

His fingers continued to work between my thighs, drawing out every last shudder of pleasure, until finally, I slumped against him, utterly spent.

But still, he didn’t stop.

His fingers moved inside me, and his thumb continued to push inside my asshole, pumping in and out and sending sparks of pleasure racing through my body.

I didn’t want to like it.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with promise. “Not even close.”

It was too much.

I tried to pull away, to escape the overwhelming sensation, but his hand tightened around my throat, keeping me in place.

“No,” he growled, his voice stern, unyielding. “You’re going to take this, baby girl. You’re going to take everything Daddy gives you.”

And then, he leaned down, his breath hot on my ear, his tone a dark, dangerous whisper.

“Because that’s what a good girl does. She takes what Daddy gives her and comes good and hard for him.”

I gasped, the words hitting me like a jolt of electricity, and I came one last time so much harder than all the rest. I couldn’t believe I came so hard, but the truth was that it felt like every single muscle in my body had released a tension that I hadn’t even been aware of.

My clit was swollen, pulsing, and my nipples ached, and my whole body felt like jelly.

I was spent.

Utterly and completely spent.

“You did so well, baby girl,” he whispered, his voice soft and soothing, and I felt his thumb slide out of my ass, his fingers slipping out of my pussy and then with the same hand, he slapped my ass hard enough to sting.

To remind me how he’d forced my surrender.

How he’d played my body like an instrument,

And how he’d made me call him Daddy…

My head was reeling with the implications of what that meant.

“But the next time you come for me, it won’t be my thumb buried deep inside your bright red little ass. It’ll be my cock.”

My pussy clenched down hard.

Fuck .

How was it possible to be so terrified and so aroused at the same time?

I bit my lip, feeling the blush creeping up my cheeks, my stomach twisting with a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation. I couldn’t imagine how it would feel to have him inside me like that, but the thought sent a shiver through me.

“Do you understand, baby girl?” he asked, his tone soft but firm.

I drew in a shaky breath and nodded, staring down at the floor as my head whirled from everything that had happened between us this afternoon.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.

And even though I was afraid, I knew it was only a matter of time before I begged for that too.