Hush Baby Hush

Strong arms clamp around me from behind, dragging me to the ground. My knees bear the brunt of the impact.

I scream.

I know this is the part where I’m supposed to wake up, but instead of being pulled out of the nightmare, I feel anchored in this moment by the body at my back.

Panic riots in my belly like a caged cat on a sinking boat.

Red light.The words sit in the cradle of my tongue.

Red light. Red light. Red light.

“Thought you could run away from Daddy, little girl? Big mistake.”

Daddy...

Relief pours over me like rain. I lost myself in the weeds for a moment, but the path reappeared at the sound of Austin’s voice.

I’m not running for my life from a monster; I’m playing a game with the man who respects my limits and only wants to give me pleasure.

Green light.

Austin hauls me to my knees, keeping my arms pinned. His grip hurts, but I want it to hurt. Pain is memorable, possibly even more memorable than pleasure. I need this scene to impact me so that it leaves a lasting impression long after the scrapes on my knees have healed.

“Daddy will always find what belongs to him,” he growls.

I whine as he rakes a hand across my breasts. The carnal intention behind his touch makes my nipples tingle and stiffen. The adrenaline still coursing through my body needs somewhere to go, and I’m pleased to feel it rushing downward. Into my lower body, between my hips, behind my clit...

“What do you have to say for yourself, brat?”

He fingers my nipple through my shirt.

I whimper, “I’m...s-sorry, Daddy.”

He tut-tut-tuts.

“Not sorry enough.”

I yelp as he shoves me forward, landing on my hands. He wrenches my shorts down and then smooths his hands over my bare ass. Arousal is a knot of tension between my thighs, drawing tighter with every touch.

“When my baby girl behaves badly, it’s Daddy’s job to punish her.”

His hand comes down hard on my ass. I cry out at the shock of it, even as my pussy flutters. He spanks me again on the other cheek, then twice more on the first.

“Mmm,” he hums. “I didn’t think it was possible, but your ass looks even more glorious in the moonlight.”

Pain warms my flesh and radiates into my pelvis as he rains blows across my skin. After a while, I give up trying to discern a rhythm, and instead choose to surrender to the burn.

Then he stops, and somehow the stopping is just as jarring as the initial slap. I’d gotten so used to the sound that the absence of it feels vacuous.

A coyote yips in the distance and his friends return the call. I shiver at the reminder of how exposed we are out here in the orchard.

“Imagine if Daddy wasn’t here to protect you,” Austin rasps, skimming his fingertips over my hyper-sensitive skin. “You’d be all alone in the wild, ripe for any beast keen enough pick up your scent. You could run until your legs gave out, and still the beast would follow—” He glides a finger down the seam of my ass. “—all the way...here.”

I gasp as he glides a finger between my folds.

Austin’s deep growl sounds almost animalistic in its own right. “You’re so slick, baby girl. But not slick enough to slip through Daddy’s fingers.”

He thrusts two fingers inside me with ease. I grab fistfuls of grass and stones as he slowly pistons in and out of me.