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My ears perk up at that. “What kind of reward?”

“Daddy’s going to fuck you, one way or another. But I’ll let you choose which of your sweet little holes gets filled with Daddy’s cock this morning.”

Excitement pounds through my veins. I can finally get fucked the right way.

Right on the heels of that excitement comes a twist of guilt. Even though he says I’m being good for him, I know I haven’t been a very good girl overall. I haven’t done anything to earn being fucked the right way, and I know it.

Does that matter, though? If Daddy says I can choose, then obviously he thinks I’ve earned that right. So I should take him at his word.

But when I open my mouth to tell him that yes, I want his cock in my pussy, where it belongs, that isn’t what comes out.

“M-My bottom.”

“Are you sure, little one?” Two fingers push into my dripping pussy and I whimper with need as I rock back against his hand. “You don’t want Daddy to fuck this needy little kitty?”

“I do. But I–I was naughty. Really naughty. And naughty girls get fucked in their bottoms”

Fucking hell. What is wrong with me?

“I see.”

There’s a weight to his words that tells me he sees far more than I’d like him to. And yet, I still can’t help but ask, “What do you see?”

“I see that my naughty girl is still feeling guilty about last night. But that’s okay. Daddy knows just how to make all those guilty feelings go away.”

CHAPTER 25

VANESSA

I’m a torrent of emotions as Daddy grips my hips and flips me onto my back with such ease it steals the breath from my lungs. Staring up at him, in all his ripped, lumberjack glory, I can’t find the words to express even a fraction of what I’m feeling right now.

Luckily, I don’t need to speak. I only need to lie here, while he gives me the naughty-girl fucking I deserve.

“My sweet little fox.” A smile curves his lips as he traces patterns over the insides of my thighs, teasing little touches that seem to shoot straight to my clit. “Such a righteous little heart you have. You wanted so badly to save your friends, to keep them safe. But you didn’t do either of those things, did you?”

Tears well in my eyes as the guilty weight in my chest that’s been there since last night grows heavier. “No, Daddy.”

“No, you didn’t. You led the charge into something you knew was naughty instead of telling your friends the truth. And they all got their bottoms paddled because of it. Didn’t they, little fox?”

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice thick with the tears trickling down my cheeks. “I didn’t mean to get them in trouble.”

“I know, baby. You love them, don’t you?”

I really fucking do. During my time here, I’ve come to love all of them, so fucking much. What am I going to do if I manage to escape but I can’t bring them with me?

Unable to speak past the grief, I nod, and I’m rewarded with an approving smile. “Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s going to make it all better.”

Squeezing my eyes shut, I brace for the intrusion to come. But to my surprise, he doesn’t immediately push inside me the way he normally does. The bed shifts, and when I pry one eye open, I see him pulling a bottle of clear liquid from the bedside stand.

I watch as he pops open the lid and pours a healthy amount of what looks like oil into his palm before using that hand to stroke his already hard cock.

“It’s lubricant,” he explains, and I look up to find him watching me with that smile still playing on his lips. “As a reward for telling Daddy you need your pretty bottom fucked so you can let go of all those yucky feelings inside.”

“Oh.” That shouldn’t be romantic. I know enough about anal from the books I read to know that he should have been using lube this entire time. That it shouldn’t be something I have to earn.

And yet, my heart beats painfully at my ribcage as I watch him coat his thick cock until it glistens in the sunlight pouring through his bedroom window.

There really is something very wrong with me.