OBEYING DADDY

MIA KINGSLEY

A DARK DADDY ROMANCE SHORT STORY

CONTENTS

Obeying Daddy

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

About the Author

OBEYING DADDY

I had too much to drink at the club. Luckily, a handsome stranger helped me get home. I didn’t anticipate him coming back the following night, and when I realize I’m not alone anymore, it’s already too late . . .

Warning: This short dark daddy story contains a dubious consent scenario, but I promise there’s a happy end that will be worth it and make you swoon. Daddy just wants to play!

1

BETH

I still feel bad for not obeying Daddy’s rules last night. Sitting at the kitchen table, a little hungover, I can feel every drink I had churning in my belly. Why couldn’t I just say no to Sandra as soon as she pouts?

Daddy said one drink and ordered me to be home at 11:00 p.m. I stumbled through the door at around 3:00 a.m., drunk after a night at the club—very, very drunk. I’m pretty sure I flirted with a handsome tall stranger at some point, another rule broken.

The tea smells delicious, yet my stomach is knotted tightly. Daddy wasn’t in bed next to me when I woke up, and I haven’t seen him all day. I need him, and still, I dread the moment he’ll be home because he will make me confess my sins. Every broken rule comes at a price, and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying. I knew it was a bad idea to go out with Sandra. She always gets me into trouble. I don’t fear the punishment though. It’s Daddy’s disappointment I can’t stand. He’s always disappointed when I break the rules willingly.

I take another sip of tea and start rubbing my temples. The pounding in my head seems to get worse with every heartbeat, although it’s already dark outside and I spent most of the day trying to drink as much water as possible. I can’t even remember how I got home, just that I talked to a handsome stranger who helped me get into a cab. After that, it’s all kind of blurry.

Sandra texted me early this morning, making sure I got home safely. She hooked up with some random guy as usual and was already gone when the stranger helped me. So stupid, Beth, I tell myself. Imagine what could have happened to you. I shush the voice inside my head and return to the bedroom. I have to lie down. My head is killing me.

My back is turned toward the door, and I close my eyes, taking a deep breath, when I hear the floorboards creaking in the hall. A shiver runs down my spine, and I freeze. As quietly as possible, I turn around, pushing myself up onto my elbows to get a glimpse.

There’s a dark figure looming in the doorway, definitely a man. He extends his hand, switching off the light. His steps fall heavily on the floor as he comes closer.

I forget my headache and that I’m hungover and leap off the bed. The fear makes me run that much faster. I make it to the hall and can already see the steps when he catches me. He slings one arm around my waist. The other hand grips my hair. He lifts me like I weigh nothing and carries me back into the bedroom.

His vicious grip on my hair forces me to turn my head to reduce the pressure on my neck. My cheek is next to his, and I can feel the fabric covering his face. He’s wearing a mask, and I whimper. Why is he wearing a mask?

"Don’t cry," he whispers harshly next to my ear. "Last night, you thought I was nice."

"Last night?"

"When you were drunk at the club. Don’t you remember? Don’t you remember dancing in that tiny little dress riding up your thighs? Using your pretty body to get the men’s attention?"

I remember, but the tone in his voice makes it sound so dirty. "What do you want from me?"

He throws me onto the bed, and before I can get up again, he’s above me, his weight pressing me onto the mattress. "What do you think I want?"

"Please. My husband will be home any minute."

"Husband? How come you didn’t mention your husband last night when you flung yourself at this handsome stranger?" He gestures at himself. "That’s what you kept calling me. Your handsome stranger. The way you behaved, you were practically asking for it, little slut."

"No, that’s not true."

"It’s not?"

He lowers his face until it’s close to mine, but I can’t see anything more than shadows and silhouettes. It’s too dark to even see his eyes behind the mask. His breath is warm on my face and smells like mint.

"You weren’t asking for it, getting drunk in a seedy club, wearing nothing more than a joke of a dress, shaking your tits, and pouting with that pretty mouth of yours? I was watching the whole time, you know. You were bound to attract predators. I just needed to make sure to be the first in line. And then you wanted me to come home with you, giving me your address and all that. Come to think of it, you’re probably right. You weren’t asking for it. You were begging for it."

"No!" I buck, trying to get him off me, but he’s too heavy and strong. "My husband⁠—"

The stranger puts his hand on my mouth and forces me to be quiet. "There’s no one coming to save you. You’re alone with me, the handsome stranger you wanted so badly yesterday that you practically humped my leg as soon as we sat down in the cab."

I can feel my eyes go wide at his words. He took me home? I let a stranger bring me home? Oh god. No.

"So now you can have me, little slut." He leans forward, and I can feel his thick erection pressing against me. "All of me."

My fear and my struggling made him hard. I swallow nervously, my mind racing. He can’t be serious, right? I try to shift my weight again to get at least some kind of leverage. Maybe I can throw him off if I just push my heels into the mattress and lift my pelvis.

"Are you trying to make me lose control, my pretty whore? Grinding against me like that?"

I slump down and want to protest that this wasn’t my intention, but his big hand is still covering my mouth. He’s tall and, from what I can tell, muscular, with strong arms and broad shoulders. The way he’s holding me down lets me know that there’s more strength behind his grip. He’s holding me firmly, but he’s not hurting me—yet.

"You clearly need to be taught a lesson. Don’t you think, little whore?"

The question just hangs there in the air between us, and I hate the smugness in his whisper. He knows I can’t defend myself against him. I have no choice but to obey.

"I’m going to take my hand from your mouth, and you’re going to answer my question. Just a little hint. There’s only one acceptable answer, and it is 'Yes, Daddy.' So I’ll ask again. Do you need to be taught a lesson?"

His hand pulls away, and I inhale deeply. I’m shaking underneath him, the fear still pooling in my belly, but his words are strangely comforting. It can’t be a coincidence that he wants me to call him Daddy. It just can’t be.

"Alex? Is that you?" I ask, my heart beating a mile a minute. It has to be him. It has to be my husband, my daddy, trying to teach me a lesson.

He slaps my face. It stings, not too bad, but I’m surprised nonetheless. His fingers dig into my throat as he grips my neck.

"That wasn’t what you were supposed to say. I suggest you follow my instructions from now on, or I will make sure you thoroughly regret it. Say it."

My voice is trembling. "Yes, Daddy."

"That’s better. Such a good whore."

The way he appraises me, even with the demeaning choice of words, reminds me of Daddy, my husband—the cadence in his voice, the way he moves his head for that tiny little nod. I squint my eyes, trying to see more clearly in the dark. The light was already switched off when he dragged me into the bedroom. I didn’t notice at the time, but he seemed to know the way. Even with the lights out, he didn’t hit the chair standing below the window or the dresser next to the bed. It has to be Daddy.

I try to envision his broad shoulders and the tapered waist, his strong grip, the feel of his fingers in my hair. With every heartbeat, I become more confident that my attacker is Daddy, and I almost relax, only almost since there’s still the shadow of a doubt in the back of my mind.

I don’t have any time to dwell on my worries because Daddy roughly pulls my arms up and holds them by the wrists with one of his big hands. The fingers of his other hand trail down from my throat to my chest. I’m wearing an old T-shirt and comfy flannel pants, both of which aren’t a match to his strength. I can feel how he rips my shirt apart before I feel the air on my exposed skin. My nipples tighten, and my clit starts throbbing. I’m still trying to tell myself how wrong this is, but my body has a mind of its own.

Daddy shifts his weight to shove the pants down over my hips. He leans back and pulls them off while I’m forced to lie helpless beneath him. His fingers sneak between my thighs. I feel him prying my pussy lips apart, and my breath catches in my throat.

"So wet. Does it turn you on to be handled like the slut you are?"

I want to shake my head and say no, but it would be a lie. Since I want to believe that the intruder is no other than my daddy, I’ve relaxed considerably, and now I actually want him. "Yes, Daddy."

His only answer is shoving his fingers into me, roughly and with the intent to open my pussy up for his thick cock. A fire ignites in my lower half, and I get wetter with every passing second. My pussy clenches around his fingers, and a shiver runs through Daddy.

He leans forward, his breath caressing my neck. "I can’t wait to fuck you, to feel your hot cunt milking my cock, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me from getting what I want. I might even fuck your tight little ass."

"No, please, Daddy. Not my ass."

He finds my nipple in the dark and pinches it hard. "That’s not for you to decide." His hand cups my breast, feeling the weight of it. "But if you obey me, I’ll consider your request."

All of a sudden, he gets up, and I don’t know what to do. Should I run, or should I obey him like he asked? I’m still quite sure that the intruder is no other than my husband, but I feel dirty here in the dark not knowing for sure.

I hesitate too long. His strong hand grips my arm, and he drags me off the bed until I’m kneeling on the floor. I hear fabric rustling before he pulls me up again. The moment to run has definitely passed when he arranges my body over his lap, my ass in the air.

"Hold still, my dirty whore."

Daddy’s hand kneads my butt cheeks, and heat blossoms in my face. I should be thankful for the darkness surrounding us so that he can’t see what effect he has on me.

His hand feels heavy before the first slap stings. I can’t help but flinch. It’s a mistake since he’s asked me to stay still. Daddy clicks his tongue and twists his other hand in my hair, holding my head firmly. The next slap is way harsher. The smack of the impact is loud, and it takes a second before the pain radiates through my body. I whimper and try not to wiggle my ass too much. He warned me fair and square.

Daddy starts spanking me in a slow and steady rhythm, peppering my whole ass with his slaps, each one harder than the last one. At some point, tears prickle my eyes, and I can’t hold back the sob. I know that crying won’t help me. If anything, they will turn Daddy on even more and make him that much crueler. He loves it when I cry. The sadist inside of him just can’t help himself.

My breath comes in short gasps, and I’m struggling to stay in control of my movements. I just can’t take it anymore.

"Daddy, please!"

"Please what, slut?"

"Please stop."

"Just for that, you’re getting the belt. It’s not for you, little whore, to decide when enough is enough. You’ve had enough when I say so."

I’m shaking with fear as he leans forward with me on his lap, his strong hand on my back, and searches the ground until he finds what he was looking for.

I get no warning other than the hiss of the leather cutting the air. Daddy strikes my ass, and it’s pure agony, like an earthquake rippling through my body. Every single nerve comes alive and fires confusing signals to my brain. More. Stop. Oh my god. No. Yes. Please. The leather kisses my skin again, and this time, I can’t hold back the scream.

Daddy chuckles and shifts his weight. His erect cock presses into my belly. I know I’ll have to take his punishment and be his good girl before he makes his threat come true and fucks my ass. Daddy’s dick is big, long, and pretty thick, and I don’t want it anywhere near my poor anus. That’s our deal. I behave, and he doesn’t force his cock into my ass. Unfortunately, I didn’t behave last night, and the thought makes me nervous as hell.

The belt comes down with a vengeance again, and I count eight more lashes before Daddy finally stops. Tears are running down my cheeks, and yet my pussy is dripping. I’m being pushed off his lap, but his hand remains fisted in my hair. He guides my head until something pokes at my lips. I barely manage to open my mouth before he shoves his cock down my throat. There’s the faint salty taste of his precum on my tongue, and he glides deeper. Soon, I struggle to breathe, his thick length blocking my airway. I know better than to try to pull back.

He keeps a firm pressure on my head, guiding my movements, using my mouth to his liking. "I wish I could see you swallowing my cock like a good little whore. You’re Daddy’s good little whore, aren’t you?"

I hum my answer around his dick, knowing that he likes the vibrations. His hands are on both sides of my head, and he starts forcing his cock deeper, choking me, before pulling out. He fucks my mouth harder, uses me for his pleasure only, not caring that I choke and cough while saliva dribbles from my lips.

"Say that you are Daddy’s whore," he demands, his voice rough and laced with need as he pulls his cock free from my mouth.

"I’m Daddy’s whore." I use my hand to wipe the spit and tears from my face.

"Are you sorry?"

"Yes. Yes, I am."

He laughs. "No, you’re not. Not yet. But you will be."

With that, he grabs my arm and yanks me up before pushing me facedown onto the bed. He must have attached the restraints beforehand because when he takes my wrist, he binds it to the bedpost. He does the same to my other wrist and my feet until I’m lying spread-eagle on the bed, naked, helpless, and at his mercy, although I already fear that tonight there will be no mercy.

"I’m really, really sorry, Daddy."

He doesn’t acknowledge me. Instead, he puts his hand between my legs, rubbing my exposed pussy. "You’re wet, whore. Dripping. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you like being abused."

I gasp as he slips two fingers into my pussy, pushing deep, spreading them inside of me. "No," I whimper.

There’s the rustling of fabric again before I feel his cheek on my shoulder. The scruff on his strong jaw makes me shiver as he rubs his face along my skin. He bites my neck. "I’m going to do whatever I like to you. And you’re going to take it."

He shifts his weight, and his heavy erection, still wet from my saliva, presses against my ass. With one hand, he pushes my face onto the mattress while he uses the other one to rub his dick between my butt cheeks, which are tender from the spanking. I can’t hold back a moan.

"It would be so easy to make you take it up your ass." He bites my neck again and licks the teeth marks afterward.

I want to protest or even beg, but before I can make up my mind, he shoves my head back down onto the mattress. Struggling under his weight, I try to turn my head, but I freeze when I feel his big cock at the entrance of my pussy. He’s so big that I scream into the mattress as he forces his length inside me with one brutal motion of his hips. Deeper and deeper, he drives while I whimper at the feeling of being stretched to the max.

"That’s it, my little whore." He pulls back and pushes in again. "You like it when it hurts."

It’s a statement, not a question, and I can’t deny that there might be some truth to it. I’m gasping for air when he lets go of my head to grip my hips instead, angling them so he can fuck me even deeper with his violent strokes. Soon, the pleasure outweighs the pain, and I moan every time he pushes all the way inside of me.

Of course, I should have known better. Daddy stops and pulls his cock out. Like a threat, he starts rubbing the big head over my anus. He circles the tiny opening, slowly increasing the pressure. "Now would be a good time to beg."

Beg for what? I ask myself. For him to not fuck my ass so he can marvel in my desperation? Or for him to fuck my ass because he loves to force me to do things I don’t want? I decide to go for the first option. "Please don’t fuck my ass, Daddy. Use my pussy instead."

"Whose pussy?" he growls dangerously.

The blood is pounding in my ears, and I’m well aware that I’m treading on thin ice. "Your pussy. Use your pussy to your liking."

"Not good enough." The pressure on my anus becomes painful as Daddy almost forces the head of his dick in. "You can do better, and you should do better, or I’m fucking your tight little ass raw, whore."

"No, Daddy, please don’t. I’ll be good. I promise. And I’m sorry for yesterday. Really, really sorry. Please fuck your pussy. It’s so wet for you. Only you, Daddy."

I whimper because he pushes a little deeper into my ass, and the stretching is just too much. I sob frantically as he suddenly pulls back and plunges all the way back into my pussy. He drives in hard enough to make me gasp for air and starts thrusting without mercy. I marvel at the feeling, the delicate mix of agony and lust, pain and pleasure, knowing full well that it would be much worse if he was fucking my ass that way.

Daddy’s fingers find my clit, and he rubs it. "Cum for me, my little whore. Show me how much you need it."

I can feel the heat in my belly, the tingling sensation in the tiny bundle of nerves as his skilled fingers rub faster and faster. He fucks me harder, every thrust taking me higher. I can feel the orgasm building and my toes curling. No matter the pain and the humiliation, I know I’m going to cum. No one can manipulate my body like Daddy.

"Please," I whimper and shiver underneath him.

He rams into me, pinching my clit, and I go flying off the rails, screaming his name until I’m panting. Daddy follows me, and as he fills me with his hot load, he bites down on my shoulder, making my own orgasm feel even better, as only he’s able to. I can feel him sliding out of me and leaving the bed before freeing me from the binds. I want to sit up, but his big hand is on my back in an instant.

"Don’t move, whore," he snarls through clenched teeth. "You’re not done suffering for me. Like I said, you will be very, very sorry."

2

DADDY

My pretty princess becomes still at my words. She clearly doesn’t remember, and I just shake my head. The blindfold is on the nightstand, where I put it. I snatch it and pull it over Beth’s eyes before I switch the light on. She lifts her head as if to look at me, but she can’t see anything through the thick fabric. I grab her wrists and attach the handcuffs. She doesn’t resist. She just sighs.

"What do you remember?" I cup her chin, my thumb stroking her cheek.

She looks beautiful as always, even with her hair messed up and her cheeks with high bones wet with tears. "Sandra leaving me before I took a cab home."

"Let me tell you, my little slut, you’re missing a whole lot of the action."

Although I might appear calm and collected, I’m still angry. Beth must have some kind of guardian angel who made her send me a quick text, complaining about how Sandra kept pushing her to drink more and more alcohol, although she’s perfectly aware that Beth is a lightweight.

I had been out drinking with friends myself and took a cab to the club Beth had mentioned in her text. When I got there, Sandra was gone, and my wife was too drunk to recognize me. She kept calling me a "handsome" stranger. I guess I can be kind of proud that she still finds me attractive after being married to me for all those years, even when she’s drunk and totally honest, but I was too pissed at her and Sandra, but Sandra, I can’t control.

When I finally managed to get my wife to bed, I decided to teach her a lesson, a lesson about how dangerous her behavior was. What if it hadn’t been me she invited back home with her? The thought alone makes me clench my teeth, but after tonight, she will be smarter. I’ll make sure that I won’t ever have to fear for my wife’s safety again.

"I’m really sorry, Daddy." She bites her lower lip, silently pleading for mercy.

I don’t acknowledge her concern. Instead, I brush the back of my hand over her cheek. "Are you ready?"

"No." She pouts a little.

"Do you really think bratty behavior is going to get you anywhere?" I chuckle. If there’s still enough disobedience in her to be bratty, I don’t need to feel bad for not holding back.

I push her onto her back, parting her legs. It’s time to fuck with her head a little before I teach her to obey me better in the future. Leaning forward, I kiss her hips and lick the soft skin of her pubic mound. Beth trembles, but she doesn’t protest. Why would she with my mouth this close to her cunt?

My fingers caress her ribs before I slide my hands down and grab her ass firmly. I lift her pelvis up and press my lips against her clit. Beth pants a little, trying to hide her reaction before I realize how much she enjoys this. Like I don’t already know. My tongue quickly darts out, just tasting her for a quick second. Beth quivers and spreads her legs a little farther, an unspoken invitation.

"Not so fast, my greedy whore." I pat her leg and get up to grab the things from the nightstand that I’ve laid out so carefully.

Desire rages through my veins as I squirt some lube onto the decent-sized butt plug. I would have started with a smaller one, but since my princess can’t behave, her ass will pay the price. She’s lucky she can’t see what I’m planning to do to her. She would have already started begging if she could.

I lower my mouth again to distract her and make her feel relaxed. My tongue circles her clit before I suck it lightly. I push two fingers into her tight cunt, loving the way she clenches down on my digits. Taking my time, I kiss her cunt, lick her clit, and fuck her with my fingers until she moans, "Daddy."

I suck a little harder, and as she starts trembling, I stop and unceremoniously push the lubed butt plug into her ass. Beth cries out, wriggling her hips like crazy, but I anticipated her reaction and grip her hips hard, holding her in place. I don’t give her time to process her feelings. Instead, I suck her clit hard so that the pain of the butt plug mixes with the pleasure I’m giving her. Beth gasps and bucks underneath me, making little mewling sounds that turn me on even more. While sucking her clit, I push my fingers back into her wet cunt, and I love how tight the plug makes her.

"Please take it out," Beth begs. "It hurts. It hurts so bad, Daddy."

"I know. It’s supposed to hurt. Bad girls who don’t obey their daddies get hurt. And you’ve been very naughty, haven’t you?" My voice is teasing, sarcasm dripping from my words like the cream dripping from her cunt. She loves this, even if she doesn’t want to. My little whorish princess just can’t help herself.

"Please. Please, Daddy, please. Take it out."

"Ask me one more time, and I take the plug out before I replace it with a larger one. Is that what you want?"

Beth clamps her lips shut and turns her face away, although she can’t see me.

"That’s what I thought." 

I focus on her clit again, sucking it between my teeth, biting down lightly until Beth forgets all about her ass and moans. Bending my fingers inside of her, I locate her G-spot and rub it. Beth starts panting. Her muscles are taut, and I know she’s close.

"Here’s the deal," I say between two longs licks over the sensitive bundle of nerves. "I will take the plug out as soon as you cum. How does that sound?"

"I don’t know if I can. It hurts too bad."

"Well, it’s your choice, whore. If you don’t cum, you’ll keep wearing that plug."

Beth huffs a little but is smart enough not to protest any further. I push my tongue against her clit, my fingers fucking her cunt slowly, and I resume licking. Despite her protest, I can feel how she starts quivering as I increase the pressure on her most sensitive spot. Her thighs are pressed against my head. She’s shaking.

"Oh yes, Daddy, don’t stop. Please, don’t . . . don’t . . . don’t stop!"

Her juices drench my face as she cums hard. I give her one last long lick before I kneel between her still-shaking thighs, grip her hips, and push my cock into her. There’s something about my wife’s wet cunt that I just can’t resist.

I will still fuck her ass, but I figure that my sweet little princess will suffer more the longer I last, and she needs to suffer for me. I want her to know that she’s not allowed to endanger herself. Never again. She’s mine, and it’s my job to protect her, even from herself.

My whore whimpers because her cunt’s unbelievably tight with the plug in her ass, and I moan as I slide all the way in, filling her with my dick. That’s where she belongs—underneath me, bound, with my cock in one of her holes.

I try to go slowly, savoring the moment. "Do you like your ass stuffed?"

"No." She shakes her head, pouting.

"I think you’re lying. Are you supposed to lie to Daddy?" I lose myself in her expressive face. Even with the eyes blindfolded, she’s like an open book to me.

"No, Daddy."

"So I’ll ask again. Do you like your ass stuffed?"

She shifts underneath me, wrapping her long legs around my hips and tilting her pelvis so I can fuck her even deeper. "It’s weird, and I don’t like it. But I love when you fuck me with your perfect cock, Daddy."

I chuckle because I know what she’s doing. She wants to charm me and stroke my ego so that I’ll cum in her pussy. Beth still thinks she’ll get off easy. Well, too bad that I have another plan.

She gasps as I put my hand around her neck and squeeze gently while picking up speed. The friction feels incredible, and I already know that I will fuck my princess more often from now on with her ass plugged. She will learn to enjoy it—eventually. I’m fucking her faster now, slamming into her, enjoying the way she clenches around my cock.

"You will cum again for me, slut, won’t you?" I tease her because I can read the way her body reacts—her breathing is labored, her chest is flushed, and her head is rolling back.

For someone who supposedly doesn’t like their ass filled like this, she sure cums easily enough. Being responsible for making her cum again and again only turns me on more. Beth cries out, her cunt spasming around my cock. I can’t hold back any longer as she milks the orgasm straight from my balls. With a low growl, I shoot my second load deep into her hot cunt.

After a few seconds of catching my breath, I push myself off her and circle the base of the butt plug with my index finger. The prospect of forcing my length through that tiny opening is enough to keep my dick hard. I feel like a teenager again, although I wasn’t that protective of my girlfriend when I was that age. It’s only Beth who brings out that part of me. I need to cherish and protect her, care for her, and make sure she’s okay—but I also need to hurt her.

"Thanks," she murmurs with relief after I pull out the plug.

"Don’t thank me yet. Get on your hands and knees."

"But, Daddy⁠—"

My hand is over her mouth before she can finish the sentence. "Didn’t I warn you not to protest?"

I pick up the ball gag from the nightstand and force it into Beth’s mouth. She wants to beg, but the big ball pushes her tongue down and makes her open her jaw obscenely wide. After I fasten it, no more words come out, just incomprehensible noises. I can tell she doesn’t like it because she shakes her head.

Clicking my tongue, I slap her cheek lightly. "You’re going to obey your daddy, my little slut, unless you want the cane. Get on your hands and knees. We both know you can do that very well with cuffed hands. You did it before. Now do it and don’t make me wait."

My dick twitches to go up her ass. I can’t wait, especially considering that Beth is completely at my mercy—bound, gagged, and blindfolded. I could do whatever I want to my precious princess. I take the lube and squirt some onto my fingers. Her ass is relaxed enough for me to slip two digits inside. Beth mewls into the gag, making me smile. Moving my fingers in and out of her pretty ass, I can feel my balls tingle with need.

I put my free hand between Beth’s shoulder blades, pushing her upper body down and her face onto the mattress. Her ass is in the air, begging me to take it. I can’t restrain myself any longer. Grabbing her waist with both hands, my fingers digging into her skin, I position myself.

"Ready for your punishment, princess?"

She relaxes and tenses up at the same time. The term of endearment makes her feel safe and loved, yet she’s scared of what I’m about to do. I begin to make my way in, pushing the tip of my cock in. Beth groans into the gag, wiggling her hips, trying to get away.

"What is it, my dirty little slut? Aren’t you ready to have your ass pounded? That’s too bad, I guess, because naughty girls need to be punished."

Despite her shifting her knees and leaning forward, I have her and slide deeper into her ass. It’s magic, pure magic. Pushing all the way in, I feel her rippling around me. She must be screaming behind the gag, but all I hear are muffled sounds as she’s kicking her feet. It’s too late. I’m all the way inside of her, and I love every second of it—the way Beth arches her back and shakes her head, the way her fingers grip the sheets covering the mattress, the way her body shivers while she groans with pain.

I’m all the way inside that tiny hole, and I can’t believe it. I could hurt her pretty bad now, but I don’t want that. I just need her to know who owns her. Slowly, I rock back and forth, inching out and back in with deliberate strokes. I’m trying hard to control my temper, to go slowly, but all of a sudden, I remember what she did last night. I’m pulling back a little faster now, shoving back in a bit rougher.

"You’re mine, princess. You get that?"

Beth nods frantically, mumbling into the ball gag.

"I’m going to fuck you until you never forget that ever again. You’re mine."

My fingers are digging deeper. I’m going at full speed now. Beth is caught between pleasure and pain, with nowhere to go. My fingers sneak between her thighs, rubbing her swollen clit, and my greedy whore bucks under me. I know what that means. More. Please, Daddy, more.

I can always give her more. Without hesitation, I slap her ass so hard that I can see the imprint of my hand on it. Her anus clenches around my shaft, and it feels so good that I want it again. Rubbing the little nub above her cunt, I spank her one more time—and one more. One more. One more.

Beth cums, and I can feel my balls drawing tight to my body. 

"You’re mine," I repeat. "Mine and mine alone."

My muscles tighten, and I don’t hold back any longer, fucking her with brutal strokes, almost going too deep, but Beth doesn’t notice. She’s high from the pain and all the orgasms, smiling around the gag, her cheeks wet with tears. I give in. All I care about now is my own orgasm. I go as hard as I can before I cum into her ass, balls tingling and feeling like they’re filled with lava.

I need a moment to gain composure before I pull out and free my wife of the restraints. I take her blindfold off and unclasp the ball gag. Her hair is damp, her skin glistening, and I kiss her forehead. "Don’t ever scare me like that again, princess. I can’t lose you."

She flings her arms around my neck, burying her face into my chest. "I’m sorry, Daddy. It won’t happen again."

"No, it won’t. Or I’ll make sure to cane your ass before fisting it."

Beth chuckles. "I’m not sure I would survive that."

"Then you’d better not test me on that."

"I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, princess."

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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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