“That’s right, little girl. Daddy is going to punish that tight little ass with his cock,” he said, and he leaned down and kissed me again, then he moved down my body, his mouth replaced his hand and his tongue found my clit, and I arched off the bed and grabbed his hair. He did not stop, did not rush, did not let me catch my breath until I came with a cry that was not quiet and did not belong to anyone but me and him in this room.

Then he moved up my body again, opened my thighs and settled between them, and the head of his cock pushed into me. I was so ready for him that the stretch was immediate and almost too much, almost enough to make me beg for a moment to adjust, but I didn’t because I didn’t want a moment, I wanted all of him.

He slid in slowly and I could feel every inch of him and my pussy was stretched wide, gripping his cock tightly as I moaned. My bottom was hot against the bed. I could feel the heat of it, the evidence of his punishment, and it made everything feel more intense, more real, more him.

He started to move, a slow, deep rhythm that built quickly into something that was not slow at all, and my hands found his back and held on while he fucked me. I knew he was watching me, watching the way my mouth fell open and my eyes glazed over, the way I gave him everything he wanted to see.

“Does my little girl like Daddy’s cock?” he asked, his voice low, rough, and absolutely certain of the answer.

“Yes, Daddy,” I gasped.

“Tell me how much.”

“I love it,” I said, the words coming out in a rush because they were true. “I love my daddy’s cock so much.”

His eyes flared and he thrust harder, his hips hitting mine, driving into me with a deep, possessive rhythm that made me feel owned in the best way. I came again, harder this time, my body clenching around him, and he didn’t stop, he kept going, fucking me through it until I was trembling beneath him. Then he slowed, then stopped, and he pulled out of me and flipped me over onto my stomach.

My heart started to pound.

I knew what was coming.

I wanted it.

But I was also scared of it. I’d never had my bottom fucked before and I was nervous about how much it was going to hurt.

He leaned toward the side of the bed and got a bottle of lube out from the nightstand. He pulled my hips up, arranging me on my knees, my chest still pressed to the bed, and I felt him spread my cheeks, exposing my bottom hole, and my face burned with shame and arousal and the knowledge that he could see everything.

His finger touched my asshole, slick with lube, and I gasped.

“Relax for Daddy, little girl,” he said.

I tried.

He was gentle, but he was not hesitant, and I felt him press inside my virgin hole, just one finger to begin, and I bit my lip and breathed and told myself not to fight it because this was what I had asked for, this was what my punishment had been building toward, and I wanted to be good for him. I wanted to take it all.

He worked me open slowly, one finger, then two, scissoring inside me, stretching me carefully, and it felt strange and invasive and incredibly intimate in a way that made me want to hide, but I didn’t want him to stop. When he finally pulled his fingers away, I felt empty for a moment.

Then I felt the head of his cock press against my ass.

I froze.

“Kit,” he said, his hand smoothing over my back. “You can take this. You’re going to take Daddy’s cock in your ass and you’re going to take it well because you’re my good girl, even when you’re being punished.”