It wasn’t long until I lost myself and as I hurtled down into the all-encompassing oblivion, I absentmindedly wondered if it was pain or pleasure that was going to take me.
I screamed, trembling with my orgasm as my skin buzzed with sensation. My nipples pebbled hard against his chest and my inner walls milked his length with greed. I took every last inch of his thick cock and begged him for more, trembling and quivering with every painful stroke.
My core collapsed inward, and my inner walls fluttered hard around his thick length, but nothing could have prepared me for the utter devastation a fucking like this could wreak.
A fourth orgasm tore through me. Then a fifth and a sixth and I lost the capability to even count. I could only manage to feel and take what he gave me.
He rendered me a wet mess of sensation and pain and arousal and I couldn’t get enough.
I screamed his name until my throat was raw.
He didn’t slow. He didn’t even pause for a second. He subdued me with his cock in a way I’d never even imagined possible and still, he fucked me some more.
I’m not even sure how many times I came, but there was a turning point that the pleasure that had initially crashed over me was overtaken by agony. With every subsequent orgasm, my body began to shake with pain, and I sucked in one breath after another with trepidation.
How long was he going to fuck me? I’d come several times by then and he showed not a single sign of slowing down; that scared me.
“You begged for Daddy’s cock, little girl, didn’t you?” he began, and I shuddered hard, entirely too nervous to hear what he was going to say.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered, broken, sodden, and weak.
“Did you decide when you earned it?” he pressed.
“No, Daddy.”
“Do you decide when you’ve had enough of Daddy’s cock, little girl?”
I wailed. I knew the answer. I didn’t want to say it, but I knew I didn’t have a choice.
“No, Daddy.”
“Who decides when you’ve had enough of Daddy’s cock, little girl?”
“You do, Daddy,” I cried.
“That’s right, little girl. You should know that Daddy’s far from done with you. You should know how much these next orgasms are going to hurt,” he said firmly, and I writhed beneath him with real fear.
“Please, Daddy,” I pleaded.
“Come for me. Come for me so hard that it hurts,” he demanded, and it was as if my body answered to his words alone. I screamed. I shuddered so much that it was difficult to draw in a breath, but my release was imminent.
“Please. Please. Please, Daddy,” I wailed.
“Daddy’s got you, little girl,” he said gently, and it was at that moment that I flew apart beneath him. I shattered into a billion little pieces and I feared that I would never be put back together ever again. Again and again, I quaked with pleasure. White-hot bliss cut through me until I no longer knew up from down, left from right, and anything else in between.
I felt his cock throb inside me, and I hurtled into another release far too quickly after the next. My clit was too sensitive, but his thumb never let up. He forced me to come over and over as his cock throbbed inside me and as another orgasm inevitably ravaged through me, I felt his cock pulse again.
“Please. Come inside me, Daddy. Please come for me too, Daddy,” I pleaded. I wasn’t even ashamed of what I was saying. I was simply desperate and needy, and I wanted it all.
“Daddy’s enjoying your pretty little pussy,” he murmured.
“Please,” I begged. “Please, Daddy!”
I writhed beneath him, rocking my hips back and forth and reveling in the feelings of agony and pleasure twisting into one endless mess that destroyed me from within.
“Who do you belong to, little girl?”
“You, Daddy! I belong to you!”
His cock thrust hard into me and he groaned, this time louder than all the rest and I was rewarded with a thick spurt of his hot cum inside me. I screamed as one last orgasm tore through me and I moaned as I shook beneath him. A single tear slipped down my cheek, followed by another and another until I was openly sobbing under him.
I wasn’t crying from pain or sadness though.
I was crying because this was what I’d been looking for all my life.
I hadn’t known I was looking for Daddy. I didn’t know I’d been looking for love, but when the two of us came together we were fire.
We were one.
I knew without a doubt that I’d never run from him again. Whatever happened next, we would get through it together.
Live or die. Win or lose, we would remain by each other’s side.
For the rest of our lives.
Chapter 10
I slept for a while after that, reluctant to wake and even more to move out of the delicious cocoon of his bed.
I sighed, snuggling closer to him and enjoying his warmth around me. My body was sore and sated, but there was a certain deep satisfaction that settled deep in my bones that I knew I would feel for a long time afterwards and I realized that I very much liked that.
“If I don’t return to the hotel tonight, Janet is going to be suspicious,” I whispered, not wanting to pull away from him even though I knew it would be inevitable.
His arm squeezed me a bit tighter.
“I know. I’ll take you back, but just so it’s perfectly clear we’re going to be dealing with her tonight as well.”
“But…” I began, and he cleared his throat.
“Do we need to have another session with the wooden spoon, little girl?”
“No, Daddy,” I whimpered, hiding my
