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Chapter 11
The fact that he had held off so long from just unzipping his pants and taking her right then and there, with her glistening pussy tempting him throughout the entirety of her spanking, was a testament to his self-control. He had managed to stay focused on the task at hand somehow and was now confident that he would be leaving her with a lasting reminder of their time together. He could be selfish now and focus on his needs. And right now, what he needed more than anything was her. Right here. Right now.
With a feral growl, he unzipped his jeans and lowered them just enough to free his engorged cock. He wasn't wearing boxers. With her still strapped to the bench in front of him, he grabbed her hips and thrust into her pussy without warning. She was wet and ready, and she felt so good.
"Oooh," she moaned in surprise as he entered her.
"You like that?" he growled, grabbing her ponytail and wrapping the length of it around his fist. "Is this what you wanted?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"It's not about what you want," he said menacingly. "This pretty little pussy of yours is mine. And I'm going to fuck it hard and fast. Hold on tight, baby girl."
It was the only warning he gave before he poured all of his pent-up tension and frustration into doing exactly that. He was frantic yet measured as he plowed into her, fast, then slow, then fast again. He gave no heed to anything but his own pleasure. She was his for the taking. He hated to use the term 'punishment fuck', but that’s exactly what this felt like. Her pussy contracted around him, as if they were meant to fit only for each other, and his arousal built with each hard thrust.
"Take it," he whispered roughly, as he pounded her sweet slit. "Take Daddy’s cock. This is what naughty brats get, isn't it?"
"Ooohh, yes, Daddy."
"That's right." His pleasure built, heating him from the inside out, until his legs were weak, and his head felt like it might pop off. He was so close. God. He pulled out and exhaled, a deep raggedy, shaky breath. "You feel so good, baby, but I can't come. Not yet. Naughty girls get Daddy's cock in their ass.”
He looked at the implement cabinet, clear across the room, and realized he had forgotten to grab lube. It was so far away, and he was so close to finishing. He knew he couldn't go in dry, so he did the only thing he could, reaching down to where his cock had just been, he slicked his fingers with the wetness he found there and then massaged her bottom hole with the juices of her own arousal.
His own cock was still slick from being inside her and when he was satisfied that she was sufficiently lubricated, he adjusted his position. He slid in slowly, giving her first just the tip, and then a little more, until his cock was buried in her ass.
Oh god. It felt good. His body spasmed as he pulled slowly out, and pushed back in.
"Yes, that's it. God, baby, I'm gonna come so hard."
She spasmed in response, moaning as she lay limp on the bench, still restrained.
"Yes, Daddy," she whispered. "Come inside me."
He noticed then that her voice was distant and thready, and it sounded like she was far away. He suspected subspace. Alarm bells sounded in his head, but he was too far gone to stop now. His desire came to a head and the pressure built inside him. He grabbed her hips again, for something to hold on to, and pumped into her with abandon. He cried out as he came and continued with slow steady thrusts until every last drop of his ejaculation had left his body.
And then he collapsed, spent, still inside of her, bent at the waist as he covered her body with his.
"Oh god," he groaned. "Your pussy feels like it was made for my cock."
"That was my ass," she retorted weakly.
"It was made for me too," he panted. "You were made for me, I'm pretty sure."
Then, because those were pretty deep feelings that he wasn’t comfortably having, much less admitting to, especially over a weekend contract that was supposed to be no strings attached, he sprang into action, hoping to distract both of them from what he had just said.
Pulling out, he grabbed a small hand towel from a nearby supply station and wiped himself and her off. He zipped up his jeans, gathered up the implements and returned them to the cabinet before coming back to untie her. She lay limp with her eyes closed and a satisfied half smile on her face as he worked the cuffs on her wrists and ankles and finally the one around her waist.
When she was unbound, she sighed and stretched, but made no other effort to move from her position. She was definitely worn out. Moving to the side of the bench, he grabbed her under her arms and lifted her to her feet, where she sighed and sagged against him.
"My legs are shaky," she offered by way of explanation.
"I see that," he murmured. "We need to get you back up to the room." Knowing that she would have difficulty walking, he scooped her up as he had on the way there, this time cradling her in his arms instead of tossing her over his shoulder.
With her in his arms, her eyes closed and her head against his chest, they made the short walk to the elevator, rode it to the third floor, and then stalked down the hall to his room. It took a little bit longer to get the door unlocked with her in his arms, but he managed. She was dead weight against him, and he wondered if she had fallen asleep.
When he gently laid her on his bed, her eyes opened.
"Hi, Daddy," she murmured, reaching up to cradle his cheek. She sounded and looked loopy and out of it.
