Page 147 of Hunt Me, Daddy

I swallowed.

“Yes, Daddy.”

He released my hair and then he undressed. I stayed where I was, my jeans and panties still around my thighs, my bottom hot and throbbing, my face wet with tears I had not wiped away because I didn’t feel the need.

He stepped out of his pants, and his cock was already hard, already waiting for me, and I wanted it. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to finish the thing we had started with the belt, the discipline, the consequences, the honesty of it. I wanted it so much that it made me feel hot and shaky and very small in a way that was not bad at all.

He reached for me and I went to him. He undressed me slowly and completely and laid me back on the bed with the same care that had nothing to do with softness and everything to do with attention. My bottom was hot and sore against the duvet and I felt it clearly and found that I wanted to feel it, which told me something about myself that I was choosing not to argue with tonight.

Then he kissed me.

The kiss was hard. It was not the kind that asked. It was the kind that took, his hand in my hair, his tongue in my mouth, his otherhand gripping my hip and holding me against him. I opened for him. I kissed back with the same need and when his hand moved from my hip to between my legs, I made a sound into his mouth that was entirely unpracticed and entirely mine.

He stroked my clit with his fingers, once, and found that I was already so wet it was almost embarrassing. He broke the kiss and looked down at me. His eyes were dark and serious and there was nothing hesitant in his face.

“You’re going to take Daddy’s cock very well, aren’t you, little girl?” he said.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Where am I going to put it?”

I stared up at him, feeling my cheeks heat with the blunt question and the way it made everything feel very real.

Instinctively, I knew that I wasn’t just going to get my pussy fucked tonight.

My bottom clenched reflexively.

Daddy was going to fuck my ass, and it would probably hurt because I had been a bad girl.

“Wherever you want, Daddy,” I said timidly, too ashamed to say exactly where he was going to put it, but he seemed to know what I meant anyway.

“That’s right, little girl. Daddy is going to punish that tight little ass with his cock,” he said, and he leaned down and kissed me again, then he moved down my body, his mouth replaced his hand and his tongue found my clit, and I arched off the bed and grabbed his hair. He did not stop, did not rush, did not let mecatch my breath until I came with a cry that was not quiet and did not belong to anyone but me and him in this room.

Then he moved up my body again, opened my thighs and settled between them, and the head of his cock pushed into me. I was so ready for him that the stretch was immediate and almost too much, almost enough to make me beg for a moment to adjust, but I didn’t because I didn’t want a moment, I wanted all of him.

He slid in slowly and I could feel every inch of him and my pussy was stretched wide, gripping his cock tightly as I moaned. My bottom was hot against the bed. I could feel the heat of it, the evidence of his punishment, and it made everything feel more intense, more real, more him.

He started to move, a slow, deep rhythm that built quickly into something that was not slow at all, and my hands found his back and held on while he fucked me. I knew he was watching me, watching the way my mouth fell open and my eyes glazed over, the way I gave him everything he wanted to see.

“Does my little girl like Daddy’s cock?” he asked, his voice low, rough, and absolutely certain of the answer.

“Yes, Daddy,” I gasped.

“Tell me how much.”

“I love it,” I said, the words coming out in a rush because they were true. “I love my daddy’s cock so much.”

His eyes flared and he thrust harder, his hips hitting mine, driving into me with a deep, possessive rhythm that made me feel owned in the best way. I came again, harder this time, my body clenching around him, and he didn’t stop, he kept going, fucking me through it until I was trembling beneath him. Thenhe slowed, then stopped, and he pulled out of me and flipped me over onto my stomach.

My heart started to pound.

I knew what was coming.

I wanted it.

But I was also scared of it. I’d never had my bottom fucked before and I was nervous about how much it was going to hurt.

He leaned toward the side of the bed and got a bottle of lube out from the nightstand. He pulled my hips up, arranging me on my knees, my chest still pressed to the bed, and I felt him spread my cheeks, exposing my bottom hole, and my face burned with shame and arousal and the knowledge that he could see everything.