“I don’t appreciate being lied to, Adele. You are going to tell me the truth now, or I swear you won’t sit comfortably for a week.” The plug slid out a little further and then back in, up to the fullest part, a reminder of the punishment awaiting me once we reached his apartment.
The truth was out of the question, and my mind raced for a believable lie. Which was difficult to do, when all I could think about was how I was in the backseat of a car getting my ass fucked with a piece of plastic.
“You have ten seconds before I start adding belt strokes to your punishment, starting at ten and working my way up from there.”
“I’m hiding.” I blurted out the first semi-believable lie my brain could conjure. “My ex-boyfriend, he… he was not a nice man. I left him a few months ago, and I’ve been hiding from him ever since. I thought I was safe, but one of his friends showed up at the restaurant tonight and I just freaked.”
Eyes narrowed, his gaze scanned my face, most likely looking for any hint I was lying. “You looked angry, not scared.”
“I was, at first. And when I said I was going to the bathroom, I was going to confront him but then he saw me, and I got scared.” I let my bottom lip tremble, let my eyes widen enough for them to water ever so slightly. “I’m sorry I wasn’t truthful.”
His expression didn’t soften, but the plug slid blissfully back into place, and I nearly sighed with relief. “And earlier? When you lied about running errands?”
“I don’t know. I was just… nervous, I think. You’re the first man I’ve been with since I left him, and this has all happened so quickly.” Changing my position slightly, I moved closer until I could feel the bulge of his cock pressing against my pussy. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
Grabbing my ass with both hands, he pulled me even closer, and I let out a strangled gasp at the sensation of his silky dress pants on my clit. “Thank you for telling me the truth, baby. But I’m still going to fuck that pretty little ass of yours. Do you know why?”
“Because I lied to you?”
“That’s right. But also because I want you to understand something very important. Do you know what that is?”
My breath caught in my throat, leaving my voice sounding strangled and scared when I replied. “What?”
His grip on my ass tightened. “You are mine, Adele. I don’t care about who came before, but as of right now, there isn’t anyone else. Not for you, and not for me. You. Are. Mine. You hear me?”
I couldn’t promise him that. It wasn’t fair to either of us. But I still had no clue if he’d figured out who I was. And I needed to keep him close until I learned everything there was to know about him and why he was really in Paris. If I pushed him away now, I could be putting everything I’d worked so hard for at risk.
Swallowing the bile rising in my throat, I nodded and did what I’d been doing since I met him—I lied through my teeth. “Yes, Daddy. I hear you.”
“Good.” Shifting his hold on my ass again, he pulled the plug out until only the pointed tip remained inside of me. But before I could sigh with relief, he pushed it back in. In and out, fucking my bottom hole with the plug.
The simmering arousal I’d been living with all evening flared to life again, and I squirmed on his lap, desperate for enough pressure on my clit to give me some kind of relief.
“Naughty girl,” he growled, fucking me harder with the plug. “Didn’t I tell you no pleasure for you tonight until Daddy says so?”
“Please, Daddy, please.” I was whining and begging again, but I didn’t care. I’d left my dignity behind me in that seedy bar the minute I’d agreed to go back to his apartment with him.
“What do you want, baby? Tell Daddy what you need.”
“I need to come; I need to come so fucking bad.”
Moving his free hand between our bodies, he brushed his thumb over my aching clit, but it was just enough to tease and torment until I let out a shriek of frustration.
“Goddammit! Just fuck me already, please!”
No sooner had the words left my mouth than the plug slid fully from my ass. Frantic with need, I tugged at the closure on his dress pants until his cock sprang free. Pulling the tube of lubricant from his pocket, he handed it to me.
Heart pounding, I poured the lube over the head of his cock, but I honestly didn’t care how slick he was. He could have taken me raw, and in that moment I would have welcomed every moment of torment if it brought me closer to the release I needed.
“Enough,” he growled, jerking me to him, the head of his cock pressing into my entrance. A sob escaped my throat as he pushed inside of me, stretching and filling me in ways the plug had barely prepared me for.
Strong hands gripped my ass, pulling me closer, forcing me to impale myself on him. I whimpered and whined with every inch, until he was fully settled inside me.
“Naughty little Adele.” His words were low and harsh, and my pussy spasmed with each one, reminding me of how woefully empty it was, and how embarrassingly full my bottom was. “Are you going to lie to me again, baby?”
“N-no, Daddy,” I lied. Guilt twisted my stomach into a knot, but I pushed it down deep, with all the other deceit I’d had to commit over the years for my job.
The hands on my ass lifted me, then pushed me back down, his cock scraping every nerve in my bottom as he forced me to ride him. Was this part of my punishment, having to participate in this lewd, humiliating act?