Page 46 of Punish Me, Daddy (Boston Kings #8)

A good girl wasn’t supposed to get fucked like this. A good girl shouldn’t like it either.

But I wasn’t a good girl.

I was a bad girl who needed to be punished not only with Daddy’s belt, but with Daddy’s cock.

“I can’t wait to fuck this virgin asshole,” he growled, and his grasp on the back of my neck tightened, his other hand squeezing my hip as he pulled out until the tip of his cock was just barely inside me.

I braced myself for him to plunge back inside me.Instead, he waited, holding himself there, making me wait, making me suffer for my disobedience.

“Please,” I begged. “Daddy, please—don’t tease me?—”

“Oh, but I think you deserve to be teased, bad girl,” he replied. “I think you deserve to be teased and toyed with. I think you deserve to be made to suffer for being such a bad little girl.”

Then he pushed back inside me, the burn returned, and this time, I did cry out, the sound swallowed by the sheets as he pulled out again and drove back into me, hard enough to force me onto the tips of my toes.

I keened, a high, broken sound, and the tears that had stopped earlier spilled free again, hot and wet, streaming down my cheeks and onto the sheets.

It hurt.

It felt incredible.

And all I could do was take what he gave me.

He pumped in and out of me, rough and ruthless, each stroke like a firebrand inside me, his fingers digging into the back of my neck, the other hand gripping my hip so tightly I could already feel the bruises rising beneath his touch.

Every inch of me burned, my skin, my muscles, my nerve endings. Everything was on fire and the only thing I could do was hold onto my ass cheeks and moan, the sounds muffled, strangled, broken.

The bed shook beneath us, and the sound of skin against skin echoed around us like a symphony. He grunted with every stroke, and the sound made my pussy clench even more, made me want him even more.

His pace quickened. His breath was ragged. My pulse was roaring in my ears. Then he released his hand on my hip, circling it around my body so that his finger settled directly on my clit.

A gasp flew out of my lips and his chuckle was dark and dirty as he started to stroke that sensitive nub.

“Do you like it when Daddy’s cock is buried deep inside your ass, bad girl?”

I moaned.

“Answer me,” he growled, his finger rubbing slow, firm circles around my clit.

“Yes,” I managed. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Do you want Daddy to come inside this naughty little asshole? Do you want to feel my seed spilling out of your pretty little hole?”

“Daddy, please,” I tried, not wanting to admit such a filthy thought had me on the edge of orgasm. I tried not to imagine the sight of my poor punished ass leaking with his cum, but it was impossible.

He rubbed my clit faster, fucked me harder, and the image bloomed in my mind, so vivid, so real, so hot.

Oh, my God… I was going to come.

Like this, with his fingers on my clit and his cock driving deep into my freshly belted bottom.

And just like that, the pressure exploded.

It was unlike any orgasm I’d ever had. Like the pleasure was coming from the deepest part of me, like he’d unlocked some secret inside my body that left me feeling wild and free and reckless.

All of a sudden, I was flying.

Falling.

Soaring.

It was everything and it was too much, and I was gasping and whimpering and crying. Then he thrust deep, his cock bottoming out and stretching my ass so full that I saw stars.

When my climax began to fade, I sagged against the bed, overwhelmed, oversensitive, and so sore. He slowed for a second and for a fleeting moment, I thought my punishment was over, that maybe he was close, but then he started fucking me all over again like a ruthless beast claiming his mate.

A wave of panic surged through me at the realization that this was far from over.

He pumped his hips, slamming into me again and again. My body was racked with sensation, and the only thing I could do was lie there, bent over the bed, and take every brutal stroke, the sound of his cock burying deep inside me echoing through the room.

“Come for Daddy, bad girl,” he demanded.

He pinched my overly sensitive clit and thrust into me hard enough to force the air out of my lungs. My knees buckled and a scream flew out of my mouth, my vision blurred, and the pressure burst all over again.

A moan slipped off my tongue, and he thrust deep, so deep that the world spun and shattered around me.

“It hurts, Daddy,” I whined.”Please—it’s too much?—”

“I know, baby girl, but you’re taking it so well. I am looking right at how your naughty little asshole isstretched aroundmy cock. It feels so good inside this tight little hole. Daddy can’t wait to come inside it, but you’re going to come several more times before he does.”

Raw panic shot straight down to my clit.

His fingers worked me roughly, and I didn’t know how many more orgasms I could take.

“You can do it,” he growled. “Because Daddy demands it. He demands that his dirty little bad girl come on his cock again and again and again, and when she finally does, then Daddy will give her his cum.”

Another stroke, another thrust, and then his hand moved up from my hip to grab the back of my neck and push me against the bed. His fingers on my clit never wavered.

And then I was coming again.

Stars stuttered behind my eyelids and my inner walls fluttered around nothing. My asshole clutched his cock like a fucking vise, like I couldn’t get enough of it. I bit my lip, trying to keep my screams of climax from echoing throughout the room, but I was fighting a losing battle.

One orgasm bled into two. Two became three and then I lost count.

All I knew was his cock and his hands and his voice, and the pleasure that ripped through me over and over again. I’d let go of my ass, hoping he wouldn’t punish me for it, just to try to hold myself up from collapsing completely.

I was floating, and then I was falling.

It was too much.

No.

It was just enough.

He thrust again, his strokes becoming erratic, the grip on the back of my neck tighter, fiercer.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he urged. “Let Daddy fuck you until you’re so sore and sensitive thatyou feel him with every step you take down the aisle tomorrow. Let Daddy fill you up and make you his.”

He pounded into me.

I screamed and my eyes watered as another climax tore through me. He fucked me faster. Harder. One tear escaped, followed by another and another until I was sobbing through my release as he fucked my ass and worked my clit.

The world tilted.

The orgasm hit like a freight train, and I didn’t know if I would survive the impact.

His strokes turned feral.

Brutal.

“Daddy,” I begged. “Please. Please?—”

“Beg me harder,” he demanded. “Beg for Daddy’s cum.”

“Please, Daddy,” I screamed, desperate for him to come, “please come inside me. Please fill up my ass and make it yours.”

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Such a good girl.”

He drove his cock into me one last time, then the roar ripped out of his chest and he emptied his seed into my ass.

Filling me completely.

The pressure was so intense that I cried out, the sound muffled, strangled, broken, and all I could do was hold onto the bed, and let him ride me through his orgasm as I rode out mine.

I collapsed forward, limp and exhausted and completely spent.

He let go of my neck and stroked the curve of my ass gently, his fingers ghosting across the welts left by his belt, and the gesture sent a shiver down my spine.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he murmured, his voice thick and deep. “Such a good girl. You took that so well.”

I closed my eyes and sighed.

I could feel the tension starting to seep from my muscles. Feel the exhaustion and the ache and the satisfaction and the soreness all at once. I took a deep breath and winced. My body was throbbing, and every inch of me was a mess.

Gently, he pulled free of my sore hole, and I gasped, the feeling of his seed dripping from me instant. It was shameful and wrong, but my clit throbbed in response anyway.

His arms circled my waist, and then he was lifting me, turning me, gathering me against his chest as he stepped back toward the bed.

My fingers curled into the soft material of his dress shirt.

“Thank you for punishing me, Daddy,” I whispered, not sure where the words came from, but knowing they were true.

He kissed the top of my head, and we sank down onto the bed, tangled in each other’s arms.

“You are mine, baby girl,” he crooned. “Your heart. Your mind. Your soul. Every inch of you. Tomorrow, when you say ‘I do’ and become Mrs. Morozov, you will truly belong to me, to the man who will keep you safe, who will cherish you, and care for you, and give you the life you deserve.”

His palm landed on my bare ass, squeezing one cheek hard, so hard I flinched.

“And the man who will always punish you when you need it.”

I pressed a kiss against his chest, smiling softly, and he leaned in and kissed my forehead.

“My good girl,” he said.

As he pulled me closer, my sore ass nestled against his hips, I thought about the next day, when I would wear a wedding gown and walk down the aisle. I would say my vows, and I would become his wife. He would be my husband.

The next time I disobeyed him, I’d do it knowing exactly what it meant, knowing exactly how he’d punish me for it. For now, though, I was his good girl and for the rest of the night, and all of tomorrow, I would be his bride.

I smiled to myself.

I couldn’t wait.