Page 20 of Mercy
I turn over and do as ordered.
He slams into me, grabbing a fistful of my hair, and pulls hard.
“What kind of a girl comes into a man’s bedroom naked in the middle of the night?” he growls. He pulls my hair tighter, “Fucking answer me.”
“A bad one.”
“I think you deserve to be punished. Don’t you?”
He has a tight hold on my head and my breathing gets heavy.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper.
“You will count after each hit you get. There will be three. Next time it’ll be with a belt. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I gasp. A belt? What the fuck.
He slams his open hand down on my right ass cheek.
“Ow,” I cry.
“Count. Or I will start over.”
“One,” I say.
He hits me again, harder.
“Two,” I cry out.
Another slap to my ass, and it doesn’t really hurt, it just stings.
“Three.”
He starts thrusting again.
“Such a good girl, taking my punishment without complaint.”
He runs his hand down my back and squeezes my ass. He stops, and I hear what sounds like a plastic bottle opening. Then there’s wetness at my back hole as he sinks a finger into me. I freeze.
“Don’t clench, baby girl. Relax. It’ll feel good in a few minutes.”
I try to relax, but it hurts.
As he thrusts his fingers in and out, breaking through the ring of muscle, I start to moan and push back on him. God, it feels good, he was right. He inserts another finger, waits a few minutes before inserting a third. I pant and moan his name repeatedly as I rock my hips, slamming back onto his fingers and his cock.
“Do you like that, baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy, yes.”
He pulls his dick out of my pussy and slowly replaces his fingers with it in my back hole. The sensation is far different from his fingers. I try to relax as he slowly inserts himself.
“Good girl. Take my cock, baby.”
I’ve read about this, it’s a praise kink. I always kind of thought the characters in the books I read were weird being into it. But, when he calls me a good girl, it makes my heart race and my pussy clench. It’s a content, happy feeling that I don’t quite understand. I know in this instant that I would do anything to please him, to hear those words of praise again and again.
He grabs my hips and starts fucking me, every thrust a little faster than the one before. It quickly turns from pain to unadulterated pleasure. Before I know it, I’m pushing back onto him, hard.
“Do you like that?”
