Page 45 of Punish Me, Daddy (Boston Kings #8)

The longer I stayed in his lap, the more I realized what was building again inside me.

That slow, familiar feeling.

That deep, liquid heat in my core.

My ass still stung, and yet… my clit was throbbing. My body was waking up again, but this time in a gentler way, more open. I could feel the slickness between my thighs, feel the way my hips shifted subtly, chasing the friction of his thigh beneath my burning skin.

He noticed.

Of course he did.

“I’m sorry I disobeyed you, Daddy,” I murmured.

He tilted my chin up with one hand, looked me right in the eyes.

“I know you are, baby girl. But your punishment isn’t quite over. Not yet,” he warned, and I stiffened in his arms.

“What do you mean?”

“Daddy is going to finish your punishment with his cock, bad girl. Now bend over the bed and spread yourself wide open for me. Daddy wants to see that pretty virgin asshole before he fucks it.”

I froze.

He couldn’t mean that. Sure, he’d punished it with a plug before and threatened to fuck me there, but he wouldn’t actually follow through, right? Yet there was something darkly thrilling about the thought of him enjoying my asshole before he even fucked my pussy.

I shook my head, and he grasped my chin a bit tighter, holding my gaze with his dark orbs and I swallowed hard, nervous that this was really about to happen, that there was nothing I could do to stop it, and that a deep part of me actually was curious what it might feel like.

Would it hurt? Could it feel good? Would I come with his cock deep in my tight little hole?

Nikolai smiled and lifted meoff his lap.

“Now, turn around andbendover. Put your shoulders on the bed. You are going to stay there with your handsholding your ass cheeks open for me, and not move a muscle while Daddy finishes your punishment. Do you understand me, baby girl?”

I nodded.

His fingers tightened on my jaw, just enough to make me wince, but it was enough to remind me who was in control.

“Answer me, bad girl.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. “I understand.”

He leaned in and kissed my forehead. Then he smiled again and released his grip on my jaw. He gave my ass a little swat, which stung a little bit more than I wanted to admit, and turned me around.

I whimpered as he bent me over the bed and kicked my feet as wide as they would go. A frisson of shame rattled through me at just how exposed my dripping wet pussy was right now. I keened when he grasped my bare bottom cheeks and spread me wide apart.

“Daddy,” I moaned. “Please?—”

“Shhh,” he soothed, his warm hand stroking my lower back. “Don’t worry, bad girl, I’m going to punish your virgin asshole just like I did your naughty little bottom.”

He held my backside open, and I could feel the weight of his stare. Unable to help myself, I squirmed a little, knowing exactly where he was staring.

“So pretty,” he growled. “I can’t wait to fill this tight little hole. Reach back now and hold yourself open for me.”

Humiliation shot through my body like lightning, but I obeyed his order. I took hold of my burning hot, thoroughly punished cheeks and spread them wide.

Then I heard the snap of a bottle opening and felt cool liquid dribble down the cleft of my ass. I mewled and then hissed when he pressed his thumb against my tight ring, the feeling one I had thought never to experience in my life.

“Shhh,” he crooned, his thumb swirling gently, spreading the lube over my sensitive entrance. The rough pad of his finger slid over my tight hole, and I couldn’t help but try to pull away. His other hand gripped my hip, jerking me back so I couldn’t escape him.

A fresh wave of shame washed over me.

Nikolai stroked his thumb over my hole, spreading the slick fluid. My legs shook and I was panting. He pressed again, testing, and this time I couldn’t stop the tiny cry that escaped my throat.

“ Daddddyyyy ,” I whined, breathless and a little bit scared.

“Just relax,” he murmured, voice soothing, warm. “Let Daddy open you up.”

He stroked his thumb over my sensitive rim of muscle, his other hand keeping my body in place.

I whimpered, but kept my position for him.

The pain was already fading, but the humiliation was growing with every passing second.

I held myself spread open, exposed to his eyes and his hands, just like he’d told me to, and I shivered, trying to keep both my sanity and my dignity in check and pretty sure I’d already lost at least one of those.

I should hate this, but something was keeping me still. Something was keeping me here with him.

At first, I thought it might be the belt, but almost immediately I pushed the thought away. That wasn’t right. It wasn’t the punishment that was making me stay.

It was him. All him. I was submitting to him.

Nikolai was touching me, looking at me, punishing me, watching me fall apart under his hand, and even though I should have been embarrassed and humiliated, I wasn’t. Not really.

He didn’t make me feel weak. He didn’t make me feel worthless or unwanted. He didn’t make me question myself, or the decisions I’d made. He made me feel strong. Beautiful. Desired. He stripped away everything I didn’t need and showed me what I truly was.

He pushed a single finger against my asshole, and I stilled, my mouth going dry.

This was really happening.

My pussy clenched down hard.

He rubbed a circle around the rim, not pushing, not pulling, just massaging, and I slowly started to relax. Then he pushed that thick digit into my asshole roughly and a cry flew from my lips before I could stop it.

Pain hurtled around my virgin hole and then skirted up and down my spine in sizzling, agonizing waves. It didn’t hurt; it fucking burned.

Lava coursed through my veins as he ruthlessly pumped his finger in and out of me, forcing my asshole open despite the fact that my body was fighting him every step of the way. My body clenched around him and another lightning bolt of pain zapped through me.

“You’re so fucking tight, bad girl. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock.”

He pulled out his finger, and a rush of air left my lips.

I slumped over the bed, exhausted, panting, and so fucking turned on, but before I could take another breath, he shoved two thick fingers back inside me and a scream tore out of my lungs.

He pumped his fingers in and out, spreading and stretching my tight channel, and my knees almost buckled from the agony of it.

But then, something began to happen.

Somehow, it started to feel good.

“Daddy, please—oh, God?—”

My words caught in my throat.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? You like it when Daddy punishes this tight little hole. It turns you on so much that I can see it dripping down your pretty thighs,” he growled.

The worst part was he was right.

He kept pumping, scissoring his fingers and opening me up. The burn was still there, but the pain was dulling, replaced with a sensation I couldn’t begin to describe: a deep, forbidden ache, a longing I didn’t know how to put into words.

My body didn’t need words, though. It wanted more of whatever he was offering. More than anything though, I wanted his cock.

Needed it.

He withdrew his fingers and I almost whined, a desperate empty feeling taking over instantly. I wanted him inside me. My pussy clenched around nothing but emptiness and I bit my lip, trying to keep as quiet as I could. I made myself pull my cheeks open wider for him, arched my back more.

I didn’t want him to know how much I wanted his fingers back inside my asshole, but I couldn’t help myself.

Then his hand came down on the back of my neck and held me there, pinned against the bed as the wide, blunt head of his cock pressed against my ass.

I whimpered desperately, but Nikolai only chuckled.

“Such a bad girl, moaning like a needy little slut. You want Daddy’s cock. You want me to fill this virgin hole, don’t you, bad girl?”

I moaned, and his hand pressed down harder.

“Tell Daddy what you want,” he demanded, his voice a rumbling growl, a warning and a promise all at once.

“I want it, Daddy,” I whispered, barely able to hear my own voice.

“Louder,” he ordered, and his cock nudged harder against me.

“I want your cock in my ass, Daddy,” I said, louder this time, my voice breaking a little as the words tumbled off my lips.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmured, and the head of his cock breached my entrance.

My body locked up tight, fighting against him.

He was so big that I worried he might break me in two as he stretched me wider than I could have ever imagined.

My poor little hole struggled to take his thick girth, and I couldn’t help but moan and yell and scream as he forced one inch after the next inside of me.

It burned.

It ached.

It was an enormous shaft of fire burning my tender bottom from the inside, to match the outside.

It was fucking excruciating.

But it also felt incredible.

With every inch that sank deeper, I felt myself falling further into the darkest part of me, the one that liked being his bad girl, that liked it when he punished me, that made me want to defy him again and again just so I could earn all of this.

I felt myself stretching wider and wider, and then I felt a pop. He thrust the last few inches inside of me and my breath stuck in the back of my throat.

Holy shit. His cock was inside my ass.

“Look at how well Daddy’s cock is filling this naughty little hole. You look so beautiful like this, holding yourself open for me, taking every inch of my cock in this sweet ass.”

I whimpered, and a flush crept across my face. Embarrassed and more turned on than I had ever been in my life, I hid my face in the bed and tried not to think about how I was about to get the first bottom fucking of my life.

But I wanted it.

I wanted him.

Nikolai rocked his hips, the movement lighting a fire under my skin, searing through every inch of me and sending a terrifying volley of aching sensation through me. It hurt. It felt good. It was so confusing.