CHAPTER NINE
Lena
How in the world can it feel so good right now when my ass still hurts? It doesn’t help that Waylon has a hand on each ass cheek, and he grips them tightly and lifts me as he thrusts deep into my pussy. It’s almost like I’m still getting spanked!
The feeling of his cock inside of me is beyond anything! With my hands on his shoulder to steady myself, I slide up and down on his shaft, and each time his cock slides in, it presses right against my sweet spot and pushes me closer and closer toward what I know is going to be an explosive orgasm.
It almost feels like I should already be cumming!
It feels like if my ass wasn’t so devastated by the brutality of the spanking and the pain didn’t characterize everything in my world at the moment, I’d be so filled with pleasure right now it might even be scarier than the spanking was. In some ways, it’s almost like I’m getting the pleasure of an orgasm but not getting the release. I feel like I’m already cumming but just muted because of the pain on my ass cheeks. I suppose that’s silly, but that’s how it feels.
God, this man is strong.
There is something amazing about being on top of him. I have no control, despite being on top. I suppose, in some ways, it reminds me that no matter the circumstances, I will always submit to Waylon. I’ll give up control and allow him to direct and guide me just like he’s doing while fucking me.
“Oh, Daddy…” I breathe out hoarsely as my body tenses, and I feel the climax preparing to explode. “Oh, Daddy… I’m going to….”
I never finish. The orgasm hits hard, exploding with a great deal of force and sending incredible pleasure through my body. I scream, but no sound comes out as my pussy clamps onto his shaft tightly.
He increases the pace, gripping my ass even more tightly, and that makes me realize the orgasm doesn’t diminish the pain at all. It sure as hell changes the nature of it, though. The pain on my ass cheeks is a reminder that Waylon with protect me even when he’s protecting me from myself. He’s going to be the Daddy I need, whether that means I laugh or weep. There is a great deal of comfort and security in that, and the idea of it also seems to make my orgasm more powerful.
I scream another silent scream as my body jerks above him. I hold so tightly to his shoulders it is a wonder that I don’t hurt him. He continues to lift me while thrusting harder, and I finally manage to scream, “Daddy!”
He increases the pace until I’m moving so rapidly up and down on his shaft, I feel like I will never be normal again. My pussy explodes like a million tons of TNT wired to pleasure in the process of detonating. At the same time, the pain is just as remarkable and mingles with pleasure.
He thrusts up into me so powerfully, and my orgasm seems to grow and grow. I would never have thought I cum this hard, all while I hurt so badly.
No. I don’t hurt badly. I hurt wonderfully.
I guess that’s just a contradiction I’ll have to get used to because my Daddy isn’t going to let me get away with anything, and my Daddy is going to enjoy fucking me whether or not I’m sore from a spanking. That’s fine with me because I’m his little girl.
And he’s mine.
He is my wonderful, strong, stern, and perfect Daddy.
My Daddy.
Mine.