needy- D pt. 2 (smut)

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a week after the so called "punishment" he went out once again to go out for work stuff, and once again i got horny reading shit. i imagine its Dacre making me soaked. he took and hid away the vibrator putting it in the drawers but i have more stuff in that box.

i walk down to it biting my lip on if i should. he just left, im not dumb. i walk back up to our room but still incredibly horny. i think of a dumb ass idea. i walk down to the room and go into the closet looking for a set. theres a section where there his personal favorites and that are only for special nights. i grab a black set thats crotch-less and thats very revealing. the bra is all mesh and stuff but where my nipples are, it has small flowers to block where they would go.

i go to get my phone and change into the set. i walk over to the mirror taking picks and sending them to him. then turning the lights red and continue doing this. i change out of the set and start sending him nudes and taking videos of me playing with myself.

by this time he has had to have seen the pictures. i change back into the set and sit on the bed waiting for him to come to the house. so much for being not stupid. i hear the front door slam open and i get up and get on my knees. he basically stomps upstairs saying how much of a brat i am and how i havent learned my lesson. he goes into our room and i can hear him looking around for me.

he slams that door and i hear him stomping to where i am. the door whips open and hes standing there with a belt in hand and his shirt off. Holy shit "you fucking slut" he chuckles lowly and makes his way over to me. "your such a bitch" i smirk and he brings his hand around my neck and chokes me. "keep smirking like that i dare you" i give him a light peck on the lips. "what if i keep doing it will you cry" he sits down next to me and throws me over his lap.

"your mouth will get you in so much trouble if you keep going" he moves down the thong and spanks me with the belt. "count and i swear to fuck if you miss one number were starting all fucking over" we get up to 12 and im out of breath. he spanks me again but i cant manage to spit it out. "baby dont make me fucking wait" i groan and say 14 on accident. "what was that" "thirteen" i whimper as he spanked me with his hand. "no you said something else what did you say" "i said thirteen" "thats fucking it" he throws me off my lap and unlocks one of the drawers pulling out a wooden ruler.

"come on put your ass in the fucking air for daddy" my ass stings to bad and i dont move. he groans and pulls my hips up. "count, miss a number and we start over and this will get worse baby" he smacks me with the ruler. im now full on balling my eyes out as we get to five. he does another five more and i cant control my crying at this point. "this is your fault baby"

he now moves em and sets me on his lap making me hiss out from how much my ass burns. "these sets are for special nights and special nights only and you know that" he takes off the bra setting it aside. my nipples automatically got hard from the cool air hitting them.

his hands travel up my sides and he cups my boobs. "such a bad girl" his fingers go over my budded nipple making me throw my head over his shoulder. "please" i yell out but it dosnt do anything. he knows how sensitive my nipples are which dosnt make this any better. he pinches them making my lips part and for me to yell out a moan. "please sir, i will be such a good girl" i grind on him making him stop and to hold down my hips.

"keep begging Kayla and i will fuck you on the ground and not let you cum" he sicks a finger up me and i moan his name. "you will say yes daddy and no sir to the following questions do you understand" "yes daddy".

"did your ex's ever fuck you as hard as i did" "no sir" "will they ever be able to fuck you as hard as i do" "no sir" "will you be a good girl for me for the rest of the day". i think about that question a bit until he curls his finger. "yes daddy" "good girl"he adds another finger making me whimper.

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