“Don’t clench. It will just hurt more that way.”
It didn’t escape her notice that he never said it wouldn’t hurt at all if shedidn’tclench. Shooting him a glare over her shoulder, she tried to relax her muscles.
His finger pushed into her, into a place she’d never allowed anyone else to touch. Despite the humiliation of having him in such a forbidden, intimate place, she could feel the slickness of her arousal coating her inner thighs.
Her body resisted the intrusion, but he either didn’t notice or didn’t care. Based on the events of the past twelve hours, her money was on the latter. But even with the resistance, there wasn’t as much pain as she’d expected. It was mildly uncomfortable and there was a slight burn as she stretched to accommodate him, but it wasn’t unbearable. Once his finger was fully embedded in her ass, he pulled it part of the way out and began working a second finger in alongside the first.
Now there was a bite of pain more like what she’d been expecting. She let out a low hiss, but didn’t bother protesting. All she’d gotten so far for arguing with him was a beating and his fingers in her ass. Better to just wait him out and figure out an escape plan when he left.
“Relax,piccolina. It will hurt less.”
Fuck you!She had to clamp her mouth shut to keep from screaming the words at him.
When he pulled his fingers from her again, she sagged with relief. But her relief was short-lived. The plug disappeared from the table in front of her, and a moment later she felt it pressing against her bottom.
The cool metal pushed against the tight ring of muscle. If he’d meant to loosen her up before violating her with the damn thing, he’d done a poor fucking job of it. Breathing through her teeth, she gripped the table as he worked the plug into her.
“You really should be thanking me, Amara.”
“Thanking you?”
“Yes. Holding this plug in your bottom all day will make it easier for you to take Daddy’s cock tonight.”
Her mind instantly rebelled at the thought. “What? No!”
“Yes. You were playing a dangerous game, Amara. The consequences should be as severe as the infraction.”
“I-I thought you were going to spank me.”
“Oh, I am. I have a nice, thick strap that should leave some beautiful marks on your bottom before I give it a proper fucking.” His tone was positively cheerful as he detailed out the punishment he had planned. “Bear down for me, like you’re using the bathroom. It’s almost in.”
She did as she was told, whimpering as the fullest part of the plug stretched her until she thought she would rip in half. Then it slid home, and she felt her muscles close around the base of the plug as if it belonged there.
“Wait here while I go wash up.”
God, if you can just get me out of this, I’ll never do anything bad again. I’ll leave the family. I’ll join a fucking nunnery if that’s what you want.
Her prayers went unanswered. All too soon, Emilio returned to her side. Adding to her humiliation, he slid a hand between her thighs, stroking a single fingertip along the folds of her pussy lips.
“I wondered if you’d enjoy being punished,” he said with a chuckle.
“I don’t.” The low moan that escaped her lips belied her words.
“Tsk tsk. Are you lying to your daddy?”
Using the wetness of her arousal as lubricant, he circled her clit with his fingertip. The pain of having the plug inserted disappeared under a flood of pleasure. With expertly skilled fingers, he played her body like a violin, driving her just to the edge of release before pulling her back.
“You haven’t answered my question,” he said in response to her needy whimpers. “Are you lying about enjoying your punishment?”
In that moment, she would have done anything, said anything for him to give her the release she so desperately craved in spite of herself. “Y-yes, Daddy.”
“I thought so.”
But instead of pushing her over the edge and giving her the screaming orgasm she was certain awaited her, he pulled his hand away. Her shorts were tugged back up over her bottom and Emilio took his seat at the table. Dark, nearly black eyes met hers, a strange mix of excitement and disappointment in their depths.
“Little girls who lie do not get pleasure. Lie to me again, and you’ll be eating a bar of soap as well. Understood?”
The resolve in his gaze made it clear he would not be swayed by tears or pleading. “I understand,” she whispered.