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“Yes, sir,” I pouted.
“Now, I’m going to hold you, and then when you’re ready, you’re going to bend over the bed and ask me to punish your naughty little asshole with my cock,” he said darkly, and a sharp cry escaped my lips.
Without another word, he wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me. In no more than a moment, I was cuddled on his lap. My ass burned when it brushed against his thighs, but it was my pussy that stung the most.
My clit pulsed, and I fucking loathed myself for it.
It was like my mind and my body were at odds. The constant battle between the two was almost more than I could bear, but I knew I didn’t have much of a choice.
My sobs ebbed and my tears slowly dried. He held me close, his chest pressed tightly against my back. His heartbeat thumped steadily, a reassuring rhythm that calmed me as I settled into his embrace. His lips pressed gently against my cheek, a soft kiss that soothed the pain coursing through me.
For a little while, I just enjoyed being held.
The gentle rise and fall of his chest became my anchor, each breath he took a subtle reminder that I wasn’t alone in this vast, often overwhelming world, and that he cared about what happened to me. The longer I thought about potentially losing them both, the guiltier I felt and the more I understood why Murtagh was being so harsh with me in the first place.
I deserved to be punished.
I deserved to have my ass fucked, and I deserved to come like a naughty girl.
When I was finally ready, I slid off his lap and bent over the bed. As my fingers touched the quilt, I shivered, feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable.
“I’m ready for you to punish my asshole, sir.”
“Are you?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, nerves and fear and arousal coursing through me like a tornado.
“I’m not going to be gentle,” he warned.
“I know, sir,” I murmured. I covered my face with my hands and hid in the blankets, but the gentle brush of his fingers against my scalded ass brought me right back to the present.
“You should know that I’m going to enjoy this very much, little girl,” he mused, and my heart nearly leapt into the back of my throat.
Behind me, I heard the sound of his belt unbuckling. The gentle swish of the strap sliding through the buckle met my ears, and slowly, he pulled down the zipper of his jeans. I didn’t need to look behind me to know what he was doing. He was freeing his cock, and soon, it was going to fill my asshole, and then he was going to punishment fuck me until I was very sore and very sorry.
I felt the smooth head of his cock at the entrance of my pussy, the heat of it instantly consuming me, and then he was filling me.
With one hard thrust, he was balls deep, and I gasped, my pussy tightening around his length. He stayed there, fully seated inside me, not moving.
And then I heard the soft hiss of a bottle opening.
And then the panic set in.
“Please fuck my pussy, sir. Please don’t punish my asshole,” I tried. I didn’t know why I was whining so much. It was probably because I was scared, and I didn’t know how far this was going to go. I had a feeling that the spanking had only been the beginning, and the true punishment was about to start.
“This is going to happen, little girl. You need to be punished, and that’s exactly what I intend to do.”
And with that, the cool liquid of the lube splashed against my ass and his fingers traced my rim, teasing me. Then slowly, one finger slipped inside.
The feeling was intense, a strange fullness that was somehow both painful and pleasurable. At first, the burning stretch took me by surprise, but there was little I could do to stop him as he lubed my poor little hole.
He slipped a second finger inside, stretching me a little, enough to make me cry out.
He wasn’t gentle, just like he’d promised.
His fingers moved quickly, spreading me open, and the sensation was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. It was almost too much, a strange, burning agony that radiated up and down my spine and throughout my body.
Then he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock.
