Page 19 of Punish Me, Daddy (Boston Kings #8)

“Look at me, baby girl,” he ordered, and my heart skipped a beat in my chest. I turned my head and watched as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a metal object with a bulbous end.

I stared at it for a second, trying to place it, before I realized that it was a butt plug, and it wasn’t a small one either.

Oh. Oh, no…

“It’s time to finish the punishment you’ve earned, little girl,” he said.

“I can’t. That’s not—I’ve never?—”

“Hush,naughty girl,” he murmured. “You will take it, because you have no choice.”

My eyes widened.

“Now, spread your legs wider.”

I bit my lip.

“Wider,” he commanded, nudging my foot with his polished black shoe.

I obeyed.

“Good girl.”

The cold, metallic tip of the plug slid through my wet folds. He used it to tease my clit, swirling it through my arousal and thoroughly coating the cool metal surface.I couldn’t help it. My hips rocked back against his touch, desperate for more.

“There’s my good little girl,” he crooned.

He slid the tip lower, teasing my entrance and then circling it around and pressing the tip of it gently against my soaking wet pussy.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

He laughed softly and pushed the plug inside of me.I gasped as it stretched me and he pumped it inside of me several times, lulling me into a relaxed state and leaving me hoping that he might leave my asshole for another day.

Another day! What was I thinking? Did I actually want more of this? More of him?

Immediately, as though he sensed my inner turmoil, he pulled the plug free from my pussy and dragged it backwards toward my bottom hole.

“No!” I protested, panic squeezing my throat.

But it was too late.

He was already pushing the plug against my tightly clenched opening, and the pressure was unbearable. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit down on my lip.

It wasn’t going to fit. It wouldn’t. It couldn’t.

“Breathe,” he commanded, and the tone of his voice was gentle, but firm.

I tried to obey, but my body was freaking out, and I couldn’t breathe through it. My asshole clenched around the plug, trying to force it out at the same time he was pushing it in.

He was winning.

Inch by inch, the metal object worked its way inside of me.

He didn’t stop until it popped past my tight ring of muscle and sank all the way in, the base nestling firmly between my cheeks.

I shrieked and gasped and cried through the whole thing.

Sweet agony shot up and down my spine, aching deep in my core as my clit pulsed.

“Such a good girl,” he soothed, stroking his hand along the curve of my backside. “Such a perfect little ass. Look at you, taking it all the way.”

My face burned.

I couldn’t believe I had done it.

I couldn’t believe my virgin asshole was stretched wide for the very first time around a thick bulbous plug. It burned and the only thing I could think of was him replacing the plug with his cock and fucking me deep.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any more intense, he reached down and turned it on.

“Oh. My. God!” I tried not to yell the words, my body shuddering.

The vibrations were overwhelming. Every nerve ending was alight with sensation, and I couldn’t focus on anything else.Then he gripped the base of the plug, pulled it out, and started fucking my poor punished asshole with the vibrating torture toy.

“Fuck,” I gasped.

The plug was big and the feeling of being full was so intense, it was almost too much.

My knees buckled, andthe counter wasthe only thing holding me up. His free hand moved between my legs, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing slow, languorous circles around it.

I cried out, but he didn’t stop.He kept fucking my asshole with the pulsating toy and I tried to deal with the pain and the pleasure, and it was devastating.

“Please,” I moaned, begging him.

“What’s that, baby girl?”

“I need?—”

“Say it,” he growled, pushing the plug back in and grinding his palm against my clit. “Tell Daddy what you need.”

Daddy?

One word. Soft. Dangerous. A quiet, brutal thing that landed with more force than the spanking. More than the threats. More than anything he had done to me so far.

And it wrecked me.

I froze. My breath caught. Every muscle in my body tensed like he just hit a nerve I didn’t even know I had.

I should have been disgusted. I should have told him to fuck off. Laughed. Rolled my eyes. Threw a punch, maybe.

I didn’t call anyone Daddy. I didn’t need someone to take care of me or correct me or hold me in place. I was the storm. I broke things. I didn’t get kept. But the second he said it—low and possessive and unapologetic—my body betrayed me so fast it was humiliating.

Heat surged between my thighs like my naked flesh remembered something my brain hadn’t caught up to yet. My breath came out shaky. My cheeks got hot, not from shame, but from this twisted, awful, perfect pulse of arousal that rolled right through me.

It was wrong.

And yet…

I wanted to hear him say it again.

Hell, a part of me wanted to say it too.

“That’s right, baby girl,” he coaxed. “Tell Daddy what you need.”

His fingers circled my clit again, and it was almost too much.

“Say it,” he growled. “Say it for me.”

I couldn’t.

I wouldn’t.

Hispalm cracked against my ass, the sound echoing off the walls as the plug jostled inside of me.

“Say it.”

I shook my head, a sob catching in my throat.

“Fine,” he growled.

His fingers curled around the plug, twisting and pulling, and then, without warning, he spankedmy ass right over top of it.

His other hand was rubbing over my clit, driving my head into the clouds and then before I knew what was happening, I was coming, and I was coming really fucking hard.

My entire body convulsed. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t see.

All I could do was ride the wave of the most intense orgasm I had ever had.

Scalding hot pleasure surged up and down my every limb, making my fingers tingle and my toes curl, lighting up every nerve in my body like a goddamn fireworks show.

When I was finally able to form coherent thoughts again, I pressed my cheek against the cool counter and then his hand was in the middle of my back, holding me in place.

“Such a good little slut,” he murmured. “You came so hardfor Daddy, didn’t you? Let me see.”

Before I could protest, his fingers were between my legs, tracing my soaked folds, slipping inside me, exploring, and I couldn’t help but cry out with pleasure.

“You’re so wet, naughty girl. You liked that, didn’t you? You like beingpunished like a bad little girl.”

Fuck.

I bit back a groan.

“Tellme or Daddy is going to take off his belt,” he warned, his tone turning dangerous.

I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering in my throat.

Take off his belt.

The words echoed through my head, wrapping around my spine like a threat I didn’t know how to process. His tone had changed—deeper, quieter, coiled like something ready to snap. There was no teasing in it. No amusement. Just command.

I believed him.

He would do it. Not for fun. Not for show.

He’d take it off, fold it in his hands, and use it. Not to break me—that’s not what this was—but to truly punish me.

A fresh wave of heat flooded through me, sharp and unwelcome.

My thighs clenched, my eyes still squeezed shut.

The burn from the last strike still pulsed heavy and deep, aching with a sharpness that bordered on unbearable—especially over the plug still stretching me open, keeping me exposed in the most vulnerable sort of way.

I shouldn’t like this.

But the thought of that belt—the leather snapping across already burning skin, the heavy whoosh of it through the air before it landed—terrified me.

And it turned me on in a way that made me hate myself.

I couldn’t take that. I knew I couldn’t.

Yet a part of me was curious…

He slapped my ass again right over the plug, and a cry tore from my throat before I could stop it. My whole body jerked forward, thighs trembling.

“I asked you a question,” he scolded, voice calm and serious.

I wanted to stay defiant. I wanted to stay strong, but I was unraveling too fast, and the belt was the line I couldn’t cross. Not yet. Not tonight. Not when I was already drowning in sensation and shame.

“Yes,” I whispered, voice breaking on the single syllable. My face burned. My pride ached. “I… I liked it.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, and I felt the silence stretch out like a hand reaching for my throat.

So I gave him what I knew he was waiting for.

The word I had sworn I’d never say.

The word that now lived somewhere between fear and craving on my tongue.

“Please, Daddy … don’t take off your belt.”

I felt him still behind me.

I knew, the second those words left my mouth, I’d just given him everything. He’d won .

Thrumming silence stretched.

Thick. Heavy. Hot.

It was the kind of quiet that said more than words ever could, the kind that wrapped around your lungs and squeezed until you weren’t sure if you were trembling from fear or anticipation or both.

I could feel him standing there behind me.

Still. Focused. I could practically feel the weight of his satisfaction pressing into the room like gravity.

Because I’d said it.

I had given him what he wanted.

“Good girl,” he praised, finally, and the words melted through me like molten metal.

Soft. Lethal. Earned.

For one wild second, I wanted to cry.

Not because of the pain—though it lingered, a deep, pulsing ache—but because he was looking at me differently now.

Not because of sadness either, but because I felt like I’d been claimed.

That the wall I’d built around myself was no longer a fortress, just a ruin he walked through without even a smidge of resistance.

I couldn’t look back at him. I just couldn’t.

“Since you’re finally showing me that you can be a good girl,” he murmured, voice dangerously calm, “I think it’s time we see how well you really behave for Daddy.”