“Okay, Daddy.”
His smile flashed, strained but full of a fierce kind of pride that threatened to steal the air she was so carefully inhaling. Without another word, he pulled back, his cock scraping against the inner walls of her bottom and drawing another whimper from her lips. He only moved a couple of inches before sliding back home.
After a few more experimental thrusts, she relaxed around him, her body adjusting to the invasion. But just as she settled into the rhythm, it changed. Each movement of his cock inside of her grew in force, and his hands gripped her hips as he fucked her ass.
And when the burn was nearly unbearable, he pressed a thumb to her clit, rolling the sensitive bundle of nerves until she yanked at her restraints, her head thrashing from side to side as the line between pain and pleasure blurred until she could no longer tell where one ended and the other began.
“Good girl.” His voice had dropped to a low purr, coaxing her towards her release. “Come for Daddy, baby. Daddy wants to feel you come with his cock buried in your tight little bottom hole.”
Dirty, filthy words that should have embarrassed her. Instead, they shoved her firmly over the edge of reason, shattering her senses as her blood turned to lava in her veins. She came screaming for her Daddy, her ass contracting around his cock until he followed her over with a final punishing thrust.
When the last of their pleasure had been wrung from their bodies and they were once again able to breathe, he slipped from her. She was only vaguely aware of him stepping away, of being released from her restraints one by one, and of the warm cloth wiping them clean. Of his murmured, “Come here, baby,” before he pulled her into his arms.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised, dropping a kiss to her forehead.
In her dream-like state, she sighed and burrowed into him, instinctively seeking his comfort and strength as she confessed her deepest fear out loud.
“I’m not a good girl. And I never will be.”
Owen
With his arm half asleep from the weight of the woman lying on it, Owen shifted onto his side, doing his best not to wake her.
Taking in her soft, sweet features, his heart clenched, then did a slow roll in his chest. In the months since he’d first met her, Julia had wedged herself firmly under his skin. And her quietly murmured words echoed in his mind.
I’m not a good girl. And I never will be.
It broke his fucking heart to hear it, and even more to realize she thought it was the truth.
But if he had anything to say about it, she would leave knowing how precious she was, and that she was a good girl, despite her past. With her tucked safely against his side, he drifted to sleep, dreaming of all the ways he could show her how good she really was.