“You were a bad girl, weren’t you?” he purrs.

“Yessir,” I whimper.

“You won’t be for much longer,” he promises, dropping a perversely tender kiss on my forehead.

With my cheeks burning hotly and tears stinging my eyes, he pins me down on the bed and subjects me to further indignities.

I am soaked with need, and I know if he would give me his thick cock, I would feel instantly better. All the heat and ache would be alchemized into pleasure.

I arch my back, lift my hips, and silently beg him to fuck me. I need this more than I have needed anything in a long time. I want to feel him knot inside me and give me the release I am already desperate for.

He is right that I am changing. I don’t recognize myself. I never thought I’d be this needfully desperate. I never knew I could be whipped up to this level of sexual frenzy.

Rex strokes my pussy lightly, trailing the tips of his fingers up the soft, swollen lips of my sex. A moan escapes my lips, turns into a deeper, female, feral sound. When he circles my clit lightly, I can barely keep myself in position. He grips my hips firmly in one hand and continues to tease me for what feels like an hour, though I am sure it is much shorter in reality.

I am on the verge of losing my mind with need for his cock when his moves his hand from my pussy, reaches into the bedside table, and takes something out of a drawer.

I quickly realize what it is when he drizzles oil down the crack of my ass. I am confused because I am so wet there is no way I need any kind of lubrication. I could take him and his knot all night. I want to be absolutely ravaged by him. I need it. I need it as much as I have ever needed anything.

Then I feel him push into my ass with a finger. I gasp at the smooth, but dominant intrusion. I whimper as I feel that muscle stretch for him because he insists it does.

“I am going to fuck your ass,” he says. “And you are going to take it like the good girl you are because you know you deserve this. Biting me? I don’t think you will do that again, little one. I think tonight is the last night you ever consider acting out that way.”

It is one thing to be lectured while being spanked. It is something else entirely to be lectured while my ass is stretched and explored with his finger.

“But…”

“No,” he says. “No mercy now. You don’t need mercy. You need to be taught how to behave. You’ll learn now.”

He pulls his finger free and replaces it with the much bigger head of his cock.

“Reach back and hold your cheeks open,” he says. “Show me how sorry you are by helping me fuck this rebellious little ass.”

I hesitate, and he spanks me hard enough to get my attention.

“This can always hurt more,” he says casually.

Those words send a pulse of anticipation and fear through me. He means them, I am sure of that. If I don’t submit to him, if I don’t take this punishment and show him that I am sorry, I will be made sorry beyond recognition.

I reach back and grip my cheeks, feeling hot shame wash over me in waves as he pushes the head of his cock into my ass, pushing past the ring that wasn’t really ready, and couldn’t be.

He pushes in slowly, but firmly. He uses his cock to make me open for him, to make me stretch and submit.

My little whimpers fill the room as the head of his cock finally seats itself inside me.