Page 17 of Daddy's Mad Love
Though I wasn’t of the mind to give her early quarter because she was aroused, I did enjoy knowing about her masochistic streak. Yes, we suited each other very well, even if she wasn’t willing to admit—or even understand—exactly how well yet.
Her cheeks were blazing hot under my hand, and we were only a few minutes from the house when I finally stopped. Hailey slumped on my lap, shuddering out a few last sobs, relief threaded throughout the slowly subsiding weeping. I stroked her skin gently, tracing little patterns on her heated cheeks, before dropping my fingers to the wet heat of her pussy.
“No!” she gasped, but there was no force behind it.
“Yes.” I thrust a finger into her, making her moan as her body tightened around it, stretching for the second time that day. The tight little sheath squeezed even harder when my fingers brushed against her swollen clit. “You enjoyed your spanking more than you realized, didn’t you, cara?”
“No!” She shook her head, dropping her face against the seat, denying her reaction more than she was contradicting my words. “No… I can’t… You can’t…” The last two words were said on a bit of a moan, her breathing ragged as pleasure began to swirl around her pain.
“I’m not.” I pulled my finger from her eager hole, and she let out a small whine of protest before she could stop herself. “You were very naughty, Hailey, and naughty behavior shouldn’t be rewarded.” I pressed my slickened finger against the tighter, dryer hole only a short distance from her sopping wet one. “Now, apologize to your Daddy.”
Hailey
“No!” I wasn’t actually refusing to apologize. I had been more than ready to—after all, apologies had already flown from my lips while he was spanking me, and I’d even mostly meant them. I was protesting the threat of the pressure against my bottom hole, the slick finger pushing on that most private area. My cheeks blushed even hotter than my rear when he touched me there.
Unfortunately, taking my rejection of his finger as a refusal to apologize only spurred Giacomo to push his finger into me. By now, the other men were surely used to my shrieks, but this one sounded even louder, shriller than any noise I’d ever made as my most private area was invaded.
His finger felt far thicker, stretching me open there, than it had before. It pushed in, probing, stretching, and I wanted to sob again as pure humiliation swept over me. The physical sensation wasn’t so terrible, which only made things worse. My body was so confused between the brutal spanking and my arousal, the way his fingers stroked me to heighten my pleasure. Now, it thrust inside me in a far more intrusive, far more wicked manner, yet, inexplicably, my body responded with another gush of wet arousal.
“I’m sorry!” I tried to pull myself away from the obscene intrusion, tried to reach back to grab at his hands, but I only had a moment to feel the heat of my chastised cheeks before Giacomo had both wrists in his hand, pinned to the small of my back. His finger pushed in deeper, and I squealed again, muscles contracting, trying to force him out to no avail. There was only one way to convince him to remove it. “I’m sorry I slapped you. I won’t do it again!”
“Who are you apologizing to, little one?” His finger twisted, and I shuddered, squealing again.
“I’m sorry, Daddy!” Anything to get his finger out. But it didn’t work.
“Good girl.”
His finger retreated, then pushed back in again before I could feel even momentary relief. I moaned. It felt so odd. Uncomfortable but not painful, humiliatingly intrusive, wickedly wrong, and disgracefully arousing.
“Please stop,” I begged, pressing my thighs together when he pumped his finger again, filling my bottom between the heated cheeks, making me burn inside and out. My need throbbed as I squirmed, the pressure of my thighs together not stimulating me quite enough to do any good. “Please… please… take it out…”
“You are mine now, little one,” he said, ignoring my pleas as his finger explored my forbidden entrance as though he had every right. “Your mouth, your pussy, your ass, they are all Daddy’s to enjoy. Do you understand?”
I cringed, despite the silence from the front seats, hating Giacomo for being so crude in front of witnesses. Not that I would have liked him any better had we been alone, but the two men hearing his declaration made things markedly worse.
More tears rolled down my cheeks.
Humiliated. Punished. Molested. Aroused. Frustrated.
A woman could only take so much.
Yet there was only one answer under the circumstances, with my bottom already swollen and hot from the spanking and his finger still penetrating me in a lewd manner that proved his declaration.
“I understand.”
“Try again, little one.”
His finger pushed in all the way, twisting, and I bit my lip against crying out as the uncomfortable mix of pain and pleasure clashed inside me.
“I understand, Daddy!”
The car rolled to a stop, my bottom still protesting the invasion.
“Ah, we’re home.” His finger finally withdrew.
I didn’t think I could hate him any more than I did at that moment.
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