Page 148 of Hunt Me, Daddy

His finger touched my asshole, slick with lube, and I gasped.

“Relax for Daddy, little girl,” he said.

I tried.

He was gentle, but he was not hesitant, and I felt him press inside my virgin hole, just one finger to begin, and I bit my lip and breathed and told myself not to fight it because this was what I had asked for, this was what my punishment had been building toward, and I wanted to be good for him. I wanted to take it all.

He worked me open slowly, one finger, then two, scissoring inside me, stretching me carefully, and it felt strange and invasive and incredibly intimate in a way that made me want to hide, but I didn’t want him to stop. When he finally pulled his fingers away, I felt empty for a moment.

Then I felt the head of his cock press against my ass.

I froze.

“Kit,” he said, his hand smoothing over my back. “You can take this. You’re going to take Daddy’s cock in your ass and you’re going to take it well because you’re my good girl, even when you’re being punished.”

I nodded, my forehead pressed to the duvet, my hands gripping the sheets as I lifted my bottom just a little.

He pushed forward.

The stretch was intense, a deep, burning pressure that made me feel like I was being split open, and I whimpered, tried to relax, failed, and then tried again. He stopped, just holding there, letting me adjust, his hand still on my back.

“You’re doing so good, little girl,” he said. “Just a little more. I know it hurts, but you’ve earned this, haven’t you?”

He pushed forward again. I cried out, but he didn’t stop this time; he kept going until he was fully inside me, his cock buried deep in my ass, and I felt him everywhere, I felt the punishment and the possession and the fact that he had taken me completely.

He held still for a long moment.

Then he started to move. Slowly at first, small movements that made me gasp and clench around him, and then faster, deeper, until he was fucking my ass with the same relentless rhythm he’d used on my pussy. It hurt, but it was the kind of hurt that was mixed with so much pleasure I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

His hand came around to my front, finding my clit, and I almost screamed because I was so sensitive, and overwhelmed, and so completely his.

“Come for Daddy, little girl,” he growled. “Come with Daddy’s cock deep in your ass.”

I did.

I camehard.

The orgasm ripped through me, immediate and extremely intense. I sobbed into the bed as my ass clenched around his cock, and he thrust deep, over and over again, dragging out my orgasm and punishing me through it with every thick inch of him. I whimpered and cried and moaned, but still he didn’t stop fucking me and I realized then that the belt had only been the beginning.

This was the true punishment.

He fucked my ass even harder then. It hurt, but I knew it was meant to. He was punishing me with pleasure and pain and pleasure again until my virgin hole was on fire and I was begging him to stop and not stop. Then when I was so sensitive that every stroke felt like a jolt of electricity, he fucked me harder, his hand still on my clit, and I came again with an exhausted scream and felt tears stream down my cheeks. It hurt so much I was desperate for him to stop, but he was a man who knew that when punishing a girl’s bottom, it wasn’t over until he was completely satisfied and she was oneverysorry little girl.

He made sure to do both.

Finally, I felt his rhythm falter, and I felt the thick heat of his cock pulse inside me. He groaned deep in his chest, and with afinal deep thrust, he started to come. The sensation of his hot cum filling my sore ass was the most intense, overwhelming thing I had ever felt.

I came one last time. I couldn’t help it.

I collapsed onto the bed completely, my body shaking with aftershocks, my ass throbbing and full and marked by him in the most intimate way. He collapsed over me, careful of his weight, his cock still buried deep inside me, and his arms wrapped around me.

We stayed like that for a long time. Eventually, he shifted, pulling out of me slowly, gently, and I whimpered at the loss of him. He rolled me onto my side and pulled me against his chest, and I tucked my face into his neck and breathed him in, smelling his scent, feeling the solid warmth of him, and I felt safe in a way I hadn’t felt in years.

He held me quietly. He didn’t say anything and I just listened to the steady beat of his heart against my ear.

After a while, I whispered, “Thank you, Daddy.”

He kissed the top of my head. “You’re welcome, my perfect little girl.” He paused for a long moment and cleared his throat before he spoke again. “I love you. I will always love every defiant stubborn moment with you. I will love you when you’re naughty and I will love you when you are good and I will love all that is you forever and for always.”