Page 66 of What Bad Girls Deserve

“One more,” Jax commanded, his voice strained as he approached his own climax. “One more for Daddy.”

Impossibly, I felt another wave building, my overstimulated body somehow finding more to give. When it hit, I felt myself float away completely, my consciousness separating from my body as ecstasy claimed me entirely.

I barely registered when they all finished, Jax pulling out to mark my breasts with his seed while Rudy filled my bottom.Mateo withdrew from my mouth at the last moment, his second release painting my cheeks and lips as I gasped for air.

I lay completely limp between them, unable to move, barely able to breathe. My body felt used in the most delicious way, every inch of me claimed and satisfied. Tears of release streamed down my face, mingling with Mateo’s semen.

“You did so well, baby girl,” Rudy murmured, his large hand stroking my hair with surprising tenderness. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead, his touch so different from the roughness of moments before.

Mateo retrieved a warm, damp cloth from somewhere and carefully cleaned my face, his movements methodical, but kind. “Good girl,” he said softly, his normally stern expression softened with something like affection.

When they finished tending to me, both men hugged me gently, their strong arms enveloping me in brief, but genuine embraces. Mateo whispered something in my ear about being proud of me, while Rudy simply squeezed me a little tighter before letting go.

Jax watched from nearby, his expression a mix of possessiveness and satisfaction as his friends—the men I had once thought his frightening bodyguards—said their goodbyes and left our home. When the front door closed behind them, he scooped me up in his arms as if I weighed nothing.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, Little Lulu,” he murmured, carrying me to our bathroom.

He bathed me with tender care, his large hands gentle as they washed away the evidence of our activities. I dozed slightly under his ministrations, utterly spent from the intensity of what had happened. When he was satisfied with my cleanliness, mydaddy dried me in a fluffy towel and put me in bed while he went to make dinner, which to my surprise he brought to me in bed.

After dinner, Jax cleared the tray away and returned to our bedroom. The mattress dipped as he slid in beside me, his powerful body radiating warmth as he pulled me against his chest. I curled into him instinctively, my head finding that perfect spot in the crook of his shoulder. His fingers traced lazy patterns along my spine, making me shiver with contentment.

“How are you feeling, baby girl?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that I could feel vibrating through his chest.

“Mmm, good,” I murmured, pressing a soft kiss against his skin. “Sore, but good.”

His hand drifted lower, gently cupping my still-tender bottom. The slight pressure sent a delicious twinge through me, a reminder of his thorough discipline. “Do you understand why I punished you today?”

I nodded against his chest. “Because I overspent on purpose. Because I wanted your attention.”

“That’s right,” he said, his fingers trailing up to play with my hair. “You know you could have just asked for my attention, don’t you? You don’t need to be bad to get it.”

“I know,” I whispered, feeling my cheeks heat with embarrassment. “But sometimes… sometimes I like being bad.”

Jax’s chest rumbled with quiet laughter. “Is that right?” His fingers tilted my chin up so I had to meet his gaze. His steel-gray eyes were warm with affection, but I could see the dominant spark still lurking in their depths. “Do you still feel like being a bad girl, Little Lulu?”

I felt a mischievous smile spread across my face. “Yes, Daddy,” I giggled, pressing my body more firmly against his.

His eyes darkened immediately, his grip on my chin tightening just enough to make my breath catch. “Be careful what you wish for, baby girl,” he warned, though his lips curved into a predatory smile. “Bad girls get exactly what they deserve.”

“Promise?” I whispered, boldly reaching down to stroke his cock, which was already hardening against my thigh.

With a growl, my daddy flipped me onto my back, pinning my wrists above my head with one large hand. “I think you need another lesson in obedience,” he said, his free hand sliding between my legs to find me already wet for him.

“Maybe I do,” I agreed breathlessly as his fingers teased the sore, but still needy sheath made for my daddy’s cock. “Will you teach me, Daddy?”

“Always,” he promised, lowering his mouth to claim mine in a kiss that told me everything I needed to know about how much he loved his bad girl.

I cried out as he entered me, fucking hard from the beginning—fucking me the way I knew a bad girl should be fucked. I sobbed as he folded my knees back and used me, his hips pounding like a jackhammer into my punished bottom. And yet I whispered, “Thank you, Daddy,” over and over.

I didn’t come, but I welcomed my daddy’s seed with a grateful cry, when it came at last in my sore vagina. I felt proud of how I could make my daddy come inside me.

“There, Little Lulu,” my daddy said, his voice rough with the pleasure I had given him. “There you go. That’s what happens when you’re naughty.”

I felt a smile break out on my face.

“Whenever I’m naughty?” I asked, my own voice faint to my ears. “Yes, please.”

The End