Page 24 of Queen of Misfortune (Shadows of Redemption)
“That’s it?” I asked before I could stop myself.
He raised a brow, his expression stern.
“Well, I am going to fuck that tight little ass of yours after the ginger has done its job,” he answered.
“Daddy, please,” I tried, finding myself begging when I didn’t really know what I was pleading for just yet.
“Since you were especially naughty, Daddy is going to score the ginger root quite thoroughly, that way this punishment will be far more memorable for you,” he continued.
“What does that mean?” I asked shakily.
“That means that more of the juice from the ginger root will seep into your naughty little bottom hole,” he explained, but it still didn’t make much sense.
Why would that be a bad thing? Didn’t the use of more lubricant make things easier for anal?
“I don’t understand,” I admitted.
“I know, little girl. You will soon,” he said, and the ominous tone of his words made my stomach curdle with nervousness.
I wanted to ask more questions, but he didn’t give me a chance. Instead, he put the knife down and grabbed the ginger as he strode toward me.
I wanted to run.
Maybe I should have.
Just when I was about to flee, his hand slid down the length of my spine, lightly pressing me down and instantly I settled.
“Daddy loves you, little girl. It doesn’t matter who you are or whatever naughty thing you do, Daddy’s always going to be there for you,” he said softly, and my heart practically melted in my chest.
A sudden feeling of warmth and acceptance flooded me, and my knees buckled just the slightest bit.
Then he moved behind me and his hand settled on my backside. I shifted back and forth from foot to foot, my nerves getting the best of me.
“Daddy…” I whimpered.
“It’ll all be okay, little girl,” he reassured me. Without another word, he used a single hand to spread my bottom cheeks wide open. I yelped, knowing how exposed I was right now, my embarrassment hurtling up from the tips of my toes to wash over the rest of me.
The coolness of the tip of the ginger root pressed against my asshole and I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet. I remembered what his thumb felt like and that it had hurt a little bit, so I tensed. When he pushed the root inside me, the copious juice along its surface was enough to ease its passage into me. I tried to tense against it, but he pressed it inside me, stretching my reluctant hole a little, which burned some, but not as much as I expected it to.
Somehow, it was easier to take than his thumb and when it was finally fully seated inside me, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.
For a long moment, there was nothing. I shifted again from my left to my right foot, confusion spiraling through me.
How was this supposed to be a punishment? Sure, it had stung a little bit going in, but it hadn’t been that bad. I tried to think about what the point of this would be. Maybe he was just trying to arouse me or something. I chewed the inside of my cheek. Maybe this was supposed to ready me for the bottom fucking he’d already alluded to, which was certainly going to hurt.
I was already quite wet, and I was very reluctant to admit that maybe a deep part of me liked having something in my bottom.
Running my tongue along my lips, I tensed, hoping he’d let me orgasm after this was all over.
Then the slightest warm tingle began around my asshole, and I clenched around the ginger, slightly taken aback. It was faint, but it was also slowly growing.
What was happening right now?
The sensation began to spread through my body like a heatwave inching over me. As the seconds passed, the burning heat began to escalate, growing hotter and hotter until my asshole felt like it was on fire.
It was so uncomfortable that I had to move, but as I shifted from foot to foot, the sting only got worse and worse. I whined, shifting even harder and faster, but it didn’t make the slightest bit of difference. My body tightened around the ginger root, and the burn only grew worse.