Dungeon Daddy by Golden Angel
Chapter 22
Esther
Horrified, Esther stared at Jax. He’d found the tracking app.
Guilt slammed into her, fast and hard. She’d pushed it out of her mind for so long because she’d known it had been the wrong thing to do. Why hadn’t she removed it from his phone? Had she wanted him to find it?
Even the sensations running through her body didn’t distract from the emotional storm that swamped her. She wanted to run, but she was literally stuck on top of a rocking horse, both holes filled, and she couldn’t even fall off if she wanted to.
Meeting her gaze, Jax raised his eyebrows. When she didn’t answer, staring mutely back at him, he leaned down and gave her bottom another hard swat, making her squeal and bounce on the horse again. The jolt of pain jumpstarted her brain, and Esther realized he was still in Daddy Dom mode, still acting as if this was roleplay and not a grievous betrayal… which made no sense.
She’d broken his trust.
Tracked his phone without his knowledge.
Hadn’t told him about it.
“I’m sorry!”
She was. She really was. Even sorrier, she hadn’t taken it off his phone before he’d found it. Everything would have been fine if he’d never known.
Isn’t that what he said about playing C&C with that group of young women?
Oh.
Ouch.
That hit harder than the guilt.
“I’m so sorry, Daddy.” A far more sincere than the first apology, tears filled her eyes. No, she hadn’t actually done it, but only because she hadn’t thought of it. She’d forgotten about it with everything else that was going on because she didn’t like thinking that she’d done it in the first place.
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Jax
Shit, that was a bit of a backfire.
Jax had thought that bringing it up this way, as part of a scene, would make it clear he wasn’t actually angry, but Esther looked like she was about to fall apart and not from sensual overload. This wasn’t the reaction he’d been after at all. Tears were gathering in her eyes and not the fun kind that came from a hard spanking or too much pleasure.
He needed to salvage this. He was determined to salvage this.
“I know, naughty girl,” he said, his tone taking on a more soothing edge than it had before but still within the bounds of the scene he’d set up. “And I’m going to make sure you learn your lesson to never do it again.”
Giving her a wink, he lifted his hand and brought it crashing down on her ass again. Esther shrieked, confusion clear in her expression. The guilt she felt was real and overpowering, which meant it was his job to punish her enough to get past it, so they could have some fun.
“We are both going to work on communicating better with each other.”
Smack!
“You will never track my phone again.”
Smack!
“If you want to know where I am, you will ask me, like a good girl.”
Smack!
Despite her clear bewilderment, Esther hadn’t been able to stop herself from rocking on the horse. Her pretty breasts bounced up and down as the horse moved up and down between her thighs. She moaned as her butt got pinker, and her pussy got wetter and hotter.
Jax’s cock, which had deflated when he realized how upset she was, quickly re-hardened to full mast as he watched her ride the rocking horse.
“I’m sorry, Daddy!” The sincere remorse in her voice reinforced his decision not to truly punish her. She already knew what she’d done was wrong and why, and Jax knew how much he’d been in the wrong as well.
Did that make up for what she’d done? No, but neither did what she had done make up for his actions. It made him more sympathetic. They could revel in having fucked up together, and now, they could make up together.
“I know, babygirl,” he said, reassuring her even as he brought his hand down hard on her already pink ass again. Because of her position on the rocking horse, he couldn’t reach most of her bottom unless she rose in the stirrups, which meant he was mostly spanking the same spots repeatedly… which freaking hurt!
Esther moaned, rocking, caught between the pleasure and the pain, the arousal and the guilt. As long as he could keep her feeling all of it, he would consider it a successful scene. He had to make sure she didn’t fall too deeply into either the pain or the guilt. Keeping her on the cusp of both was the goal.
“But you still need to be punished.”
He spanked her, hard and long, forcing her to ride the horse at the same time. The combination was getting to her. Gasping, her back arched, thrusting out her breasts. His cock throbbed, his palm was hurting from spanking her… and she was nearing orgasm.
“You are not allowed to cum.”
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Esther
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Of course, because Jax said she wasn’t allowed to orgasm, her body kicked into high gear. She was already exquisitely sensitive from riding the rocking horse, the slick shafts pushing into each of her holes, filling her over and over again while her lips and clit were ground against the unyielding leather of the saddle. The pain of the spanking mingled with her growing pleasure gave it an edge, the sensations mixing and melding and sending her senses reeling.
“Daddy, please!”
Her bottom was burning hot, but the throbbing need in her core was burning hotter, and she honestly didn’t know much longer she could control it. The hard spanking was relieving her of her guilt, leaving only her arousal and need for Jax in its wake. She was being punished, and once it was done, she would be absolved.
She really hoped that orgasm denial wasn’t part of her punishment.
Even though she would probably deserve it.
Tears were sliding down her face, as much from the spanking as from the guilt and sexual frustration.
“That’s enough riding, for now, babygirl.” The motion of the rocking horse stopped, and Esther moaned again, this time in wordless protest. She’d been so close… and knew that was why he had stopped. Sometimes, her Daddy had a sadistic side.
Her legs were wobbly as he helped her to her feet, the upper tops of her thighs slick with her own juices and the lube from the toys. Every inch of her lower body ached and throbbed with need, and she felt so empty now that she was no longer on top of the horse.
Jax grunted as he swept her up into his arms and carried her over to the canopy bed. Neither of them was as young as they used to be, but she enjoyed the short carry, especially since she wasn’t sure how well her legs would hold her up.
A shiver went up Esther’s spine as Jax put her down facing the bed and immediately bent her forward. The cool air on her sore pussy, hot bottom, and anus made her feel even more vulnerable, especially now that he was looking down and seeing all of it. She wriggled, rubbing her breasts against the fabric beneath her, knowing he was going to fuck her here, bent over this bed, exactly the way she’d imagined he would yesterday.
Except he’d made yesterday all about her because he’d been trying to make things up to her. Today she’d been a naughty girl, and she had a feeling this was going to be all about him. Which shouldn’t be such a turn-on, but she couldn’t deny the hot arousal coursing through her as she waited for her Daddy to use her for his pleasure.
She was a naughty girl, and that’s exactly what she deserved.
She wanted it. Craved it even.
That’s what happened when she was a naughty girl—and Jax was absolutely right, she had been. The punishment made everything better—not between them but for herself. It wiped away her misdeeds and shed the guilt.
If she got to pleasure him in the process, it turned her on even more.
So, when his hands gripped her hips and the head of his cock pushed against her sphincter, stretching the muscle again but this time to a far greater expansion than the dildo, Esther didn’t even attempt to protest. She needed this. Needed him inside her, needed to feel the shame and ecstasy of naughty girl sex, needed to know she had been forgiven.
“Fuck…” Jax’s voice was hoarse as he rocked his hips, pushing deeper into her bottom before pulling out and thrusting in again.
Whimpering, Esther squirmed, her muscles clenching around his cock as it filled her. The dildo had prepared her, but he was so much bigger, it still stung, still hurt in the most wicked way. She was his naughty girl, and he was taking her bottom to teach her a lesson.
The kink she had but could never say out loud because it was too shameful.
Her pussy clenched emptily, body throbbing as Jax’s body came to rest against her hot cheeks. The feel of his body against her punished bottom made her shudder. Every inch of her skin was sensitized from the spanking, and knowing his cock was buried in her ass between those chastised mounds of flesh, imagining what it looked like, was nearly enough to make her fly apart.
He pumped, sliding in and out of her from behind, the lube allowing him to push through despite her clenching muscles. His clothing brushed against her sensitized skin, and she arched beneath him, wanting more of him. The hands slid from her hips to her breasts, cupping them and rolling her nipples between his fingers, using them to pull her back against him, burying himself in her ass.
Esther cried out, shuddering and clenching as Jax rode her, her pleasure bubbling and seething beneath her skin, working its way to a glorious climax without the need to touch her pussy. Leaning forward, his hands roughly squeezed her breasts, hard thrusts pushing her into the pretty, frilly bed.
The taboo act of being taken in her most forbidden hole in this sweetly decorated room on the pink and white canopy bed rather than the hotel room added to Esther’s excitement. Her stockinged thighs rubbed against the side of the bed, mound pressing into it as her legs rubbed together, adding friction to her clit.
Not that it mattered. Every thrust of Jax’s cock pushed a spot deep inside her, so different from when he was in her pussy, but with much the same effect.
Pleasure surged and claimed her, curling her toes as she sobbed with the exquisite mix of agony and ecstasy, her tears falling to the bed beneath her. Jax groaned, feeling her tightening around him, spasming and squeezing his cock, then thrust harder than ever. The pain of his body slapping against her already spanked bottom added to the chaotic mix of sensations filling her, and Esther writhed beneath him.
It was too much, yet not enough. She gasped and moaned, then finally went limp beneath him as he buried his cock in her ass one last time, filling her to the hilt before he throbbed and spurt inside her. The clenching muscles of her ass milked him, and she could feel every hot jet of liquid as it flooded her bowels, leaving her both shamed and utterly satisfied.
