Page 17 of Daddy’s Hunted Bride

“Daddy, no! Not there, please, Daddy!”

“Yes, little fox. Good girls get fucked the right way.” Something warm and wet drips onto my exposed asshole and I have a single horrifying moment to process the fact that he just spit on me before the head of his cock presses against that forbidden entrance. “Naughty girls have to earn Daddy’s cock in their pretty little pussies.”

“Uncle Dane, no!” Marjorie’s voice is filled with horror, but she’s quickly shushed.

“Stay out of it, Josephine Elise, or I’ll take you in the other room and give you a taste of what Vanessa is getting.”

“But Daddy⁠—”

“No, Josephine.”

Despite her Daddy’s harsh response, Marjorie’s words cut through the terror, reigniting something inside me. I try to kick my legs in a desperate attempt to dislodge him, but even though his brothers have released their hold on me I’m well and truly stuck. Trapped.

Helpless.

Pain, sharp and burning, stabs at my bottom hole as he rocks his hips, forcing himself past that first ring of muscle and a sob rises up in my throat. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll be a good girl, I swear!”

“That makes me very happy to hear, little one. But you still have to be punished.”

With another roll of his hips, he pushes even deeper inside me and I let out a shuddering sob as I press my cheek to the cool wood beneath me. His family has taken up their dancing again, their cheers and clanging a shrill and discordant soundtrack to my debasement.

The worst part, however, isn’t having my ass fucked with no preparation or his cheering, dancing family. Those are both horrible, yes, but they aren’t what makes my stomach slick with sickness.

No, that comes when Daddy slides a hand between my hips and the table I’m pressed up against. A low, wicked chuckle vibrates his chest as his fingers slip easily between my dripping pussy lips.

“So wet for me, little fox,” he murmurs as he fucks me with short, shallow thrusts. Each roll of his hips sends another shockwave of pain through my body—and straight to my already swollen clit.

What is wrong with me?

“My naughty little baby.” Another of those quiet laughs rolls over me, and I just barely manage to resist the urge to whimper. “You like it when Daddy hurts you, don’t you, Vanessa? You love getting your tight little bottom hole fucked instead of your pussy. Maybe I’ll fuck you like this every day until you learn to be my good girl.”

Oh god, oh god, oh god. He can’t possibly mean that.

Can he?

Before I can think too hard about his threat, he presses down on my clit and I’m distracted by waves of pleasure that do little to dull the pain in my bottom. If anything, it only seems to heighten my awareness of what’s happening to me, which in turn makes the pleasure stronger, sharper.

And then, at last, he’s buried completely inside me. I’m stretched beyond anything I thought was possible, more full than I’d ever imagined, and when my muscles instinctively clench around him I can’t help but whine at the fresh bite of pain.

“Shhh, little fox. Just give it a moment and you’ll get used to it. Your body was made for this, Vanessa. Made for me.”

I want to scream at him, to tell him my body was made for me and nobody else. But words seem impossibly difficult and all I manage is another soft, needy whine as he strokes his fingers over my aching clit.

“That’s my good girl,” he purrs in my ear, pressing more insistently on my swollen little nub. “Daddy’s going to fuck you now, and it’s going to hurt. A lot. But Daddy’s going to make you feel good, too. It is our wedding day, after all, and even naughty Little girls deserve orgasms on their wedding day.”

He rocks against me again, and a sob bursts out of me at the flash of pain. It isn’t quite as bad as it was in the beginning, but I definitely have not gotten used to having a cock in my ass.

“Goddamn, little fox.” His voice is strained now, as if he’s the one fighting for his life and not me. “Your little asshole is so fucking tight. I can’t wait to feel you squeezing me when you come with your bottom stuffed full of Daddy’s cock.”

I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of making me come. Of thinking for even one second that I’m enjoying this.

But my body has other ideas.

With every movement, he fucks me harder. Drives deeper, until my world narrows to nothing but him and this depraved consummation of the wedding vows I wasn’t even allowed to say. And the more he hurts me, the more my body responds, until I am moving beneath him, pushing back against him as much as I’m allowed.

A plea burns on my tongue, desperate for release, but I press my lips together. I may not be able to prevent my body from submitting to his wicked pleasure, but I will damn well keep my dignity and not beg him for it.

The makeshift altar rocks with the force of his thrusts as he fucks my most forbidden hole with deep, hard thrusts. And just when the voices around us seem to reach a crescendo, a keening cry is ripped from my throat as something inside me snaps, and pleasure floods my veins. Hotter, stronger than anything I’ve ever felt before, it threatens to burn me alive as Daddy buries himself in my ass one final time, his cock swelling and emptying into my deepest, darkest places.