I was already undone, my body humming from the flogger, my thighs slick from shame and release, my skin marked with Daddy's touch, but Master Vincent wasn't finished,
"On your knees," he said, his voice leaving no space for hesitation, he flipped me effortlessly, positioning me on the padded bench with my ass in the air, wrists still cuffed, ankles spread so wide the muscles in my thighs trembled, the lace I had worn so carefully shredded under his hands, torn down the middle with a single rip,
"You don't need this," he said, tossing the ruined bodysuit aside, "your body is all the gift I require,"
I moaned, half from humiliation, half from hunger,
His palm spread across my ass, kneading, then smacking, hard enough to sting, soft enough to coax a cry from my lips, my cunt already dripping when I felt the blunt head of his cock press against me,
And then he was inside,
The stretch was brutal, my breath caught, my back arched, every nerve screaming, he filled me, deeper, thicker than I'd ever taken before, the slap of his hips echoed against my flesh as he drove into me without mercy,
"Take it," he growled, fists gripping my hips, "take every inch, Lethabo,"
My moans filled the room, high and desperate, the leather straps creaked as I pulled against them, not to escape, but to anchor myself in the storm of his rhythm,
Then came the finger, slick, probing, circling my other entrance,
My eyes flew open, "Daddy, wait," I whispered,
"Shhh," he said, voice steady, unyielding, "trust me,"
The finger slipped in, slow but unstoppable, burning, stretching, my gasp turned into a whimper, and then he was there, cock pounding my pussy, finger claiming my ass, splitting me, using me, owning me,
"Daddy's greedy girl," he whispered, the words curling around my shame like a flame, "every hole, every inch, that's what you were made for,"
When he finally replaced his finger with his cock, I screamed into the cushion, the pain was sharp, the fullness unbearable, yet beneath it bloomed something darker, deeper, a raw pleasure that made my body tremble, my cunt clench, my soul submit,
He rocked into me, hard and relentless, until I was nothing but sound and sweat and surrender, my tears wet the cushion, not from misery, but from the terrifying ecstasy of being taken where I'd never dared go,
And just when I thought I had nothing left, he pulled out, spun me around, and thrust into my mouth,
The taste of us coated my tongue, he held my head, guiding me down until my throat convulsed around him, I gagged, drooled, tears streaming down my cheeks, but I didn't stop, I wanted him deeper, wanted him everywhere,
When he came, it was hot and endless, spilling down my throat, over my lips, marking me inside and out, I swallowed greedily, like it was the only thing that could keep me alive,
My body collapsed against him, limp, trembling, ruined,
And then he held me,
He uncuffed me gently, wrapped a blanket around my shoulders, and cradled me against his chest, his fingers drew lazy patterns on my back, grounding me, soothing the rawness,
"You're safe," he murmured into my hair, "you're mine, and you did beautifully,"
Tears slid silently down my face, but I didn't hide them, in his arms, there was no need, for the first time in years, I let myself be cared for,
And for the first time in my life, I felt completely, utterly owned,