“Daddy,” she wailed, tugging at the restraints holding her arms wide. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
“Sorry for what, babygirl?” Another swat landed, this time with the palm of his hand connecting with her wet lips, drawing another loud wail from her.
“I’m sorry I said a naughty word!” Her response ended on a shriek as he laid down a particularly painful set of blows across the tops of her thighs.
A final flurry of swats capped off her punishment and he released her legs, gently lowering them to the bed. When her freshly spanked bottom pressed against the mattress again, she hissed and tried to roll to the side to ease the discomfort.
“Flat on your back, little girl, or I’ll repeat the lesson with a nice, heavy strap.”
Rolling back into position, she pouted up at him. “But it hurts.”
“I know, babygirl. It’s supposed to. Naughty girls learn best with a nice warm bottom.” With a wicked smile, he held up another piece of ice. “But Daddy is going to help you cool down. Legs open, baby.”
Unlike before, he used his own tongue to wet the ice, and her clit pulsed with need at the memory of him laying her out on the table like a buffet, that wicked tongue working her into a frenzy before she was allowed to come.
With the cube captured between his teeth, he climbed onto the bed, bracing himself over her. Dipping his head low, he pressed the ice to the valley between her breasts, drawing a wet, lazy trail down over her stomach to where she ached to feel him filling her.
At the touch of cold to her clit, Julia arched her back, and if she hadn’t been tied to the bed, she might have rolled right off it. Sensation swarmed her, overwhelming her as he used the ice to torment and tease. Pain and pleasure, hot and cold, a maelstrom of conflicting sensations designed to drive her mad.
“Owen, please. Please. I can’t.”
But her pleas fell on deaf ears and her torment continued. As the ice melted, it trickled down her lips to her bottom, but the cool dribbles provided no relief for her scorched skin.
Kneeling between her thighs, he finally sat up straight, reaching for the buttons on his shirt. “Do you know what naughty girls get, Julia?”
A whimper and a toss of her head was all the response she could manage.
Shrugging off the shirt, he tossed it to the side and reached for the button on his slacks. “They get their bottoms fucked until Daddy is certain they’ve learned their lesson. And you’ve been a very naughty girl, haven’t you, baby?”
The guilt she’d been carrying for months seemed to settle on her chest. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.
Naked, he reached for her plug. And when it twisted inside of her, stretching her, the pressure on her chest grew even heavier. Pushing aside the self-pity, she closed her eyes, focusing instead on the burn and stretch as her bottom was prepared for her punishment.
“Eyes on me, little one.”
At the soft command, she opened her eyes and shifted her attention back to him. The blazing blue of his eyes seemed to burn brighter and hotter than she remembered as he pushed the slick head of his cock against the tight ring of muscle protecting her bottom hole. With their gazes locked, he pushed inside of her, and a soft whine escaped at the intrusion.
“Poor baby. Is Daddy’s cock too big for your tight bottom?”
“N-no, Daddy.”
She could have sworn his eyes lit with pride. “Good girl,” he cooed, brushing his thumb over her sensitive clit. “You’re going to take all of Daddy’s cock inside your naughty little bottom hole, aren’t you, babygirl?”
“Yes, D-daddy,” she managed between shallow, panting breaths. The burn was intense now, more than she’d expected. Maybe he was too big, after all.
No. She could take all of him, and she would take all of him, to prove she could be good. Even if it was just for him, even if it was just for tonight, she was determined to be Daddy’s good girl. But, oh god, it hurt.
“Breathe, baby. Relax and breathe. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Hurt me,” she whimpered, tugging at her restraints, desperate for an inch of give so she could push herself against him. “Please, Daddy. I need… I need it to hurt. Please.”
“It will hurt as much as I want it to hurt, little girl. Now, be a good girl for Daddy and breathe.”
Be a good girl.Like magic, those words unlocked something inside of her and she blew out the air she’d held trapped in her lungs with a loud whoosh. With her eyes still locked on his, she drew in another shaky breath, and another, until her muscles unlocked themselves and she realized the pain had faded. All she felt now was full, so full of him and only him.
“Good girl. I’m going to move now, but I want you to keep breathing for me, baby.”
Breathe. She could do that.