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It made no sense.

“You do not try to run away.”

His hand came down in between his commands.

“You could have gotten lost in the woods.”

Another hard swat that had me crying out in response.

“You could still be caught by Don Bianco’s men.”

This time his hand caught the sensitive crease between my nates and my upper thigh, and I jerked, arching and writhing in response. That hurt so much more than when his hand landed on the meat of my butt.

“You are not to endanger yourself again.”

It was the most words he’d ever spoken to me at once, and it was to scold me for… not keeping myself safe? Putting myself in danger? The irony was laughable, if I wasn’t so busy crying from the shamefully intimate punishment he was disciplining me with.

Wasn’t I in danger with him?

Or was I not?

The spanking hurt, but it wasn’t harming me in any way. It was humiliating, but it wasn’t going to kill me. Nothing he’d done to me had been anything near as bad as Don Bianco’s men. The closest I’d come to death was when I’d surprised him in the hotel. Even then, he hadn’t hurt me.

In fact, he’d given me pleasure beyond anything I’d ever imagined.

“I’m sorry!” The words came blurting out of me before I could think them through. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I won’t do it again!”

Those were the magic words.

The spanking stopped, leaving me breathless and whimpering over the hood, my butt burning. I heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled, and then felt the head of his cock press against my pussy. Against all the odds, I was soaking wet, as if he’d been stroking me rather than spanking me. The realization was even more humiliating than the actual spanking had been.

My bottom was burning from being chastised, and my pussy was burning with need as he thrust in, fast and deep, forcing the breath from my lungs. My cries now were softer, filled with my desire as much as the sting of his body slapping against my punished cheeks. He stretched me over and over, his hand still gripping my wrists.

He was using me for his own pleasure, my upper body rubbing against the warm car hood with every thrust. I could feel my insides clenching. The tears on my cheeks had dried and I was starting to moan as he fucked me faster, harder. I could feel the pleasure starting to rise higher and higher within me…

And then he thrust in completely, filling me to the brim with his cock, and I felt him spasm inside me before I could reach my own pinnacle. I whimpered as he pulsed within me, squirming, trying to snatch the climax that was just out of reach. I couldn’t get there on my own though.

Tomas sighed with his own pleasure and pulled out, leaving me empty and aching, my body buzzing with need.

“Daddy, please… I need… I need…”

“No, little flower. Good girls get pleasure. Bad girls have to wait.”

His fingers thrust inside my pussy, replacing his cock for just a moment, and I felt them curve within me, scooping out our combined pleasure. Then he pulled me off the hood of the car and turned me around. I stared up at him with wide, begging eyes, the dried tears on my cheeks making my skin feel tight.

My need was still pulsing between my legs, in time with the stringing throbbing of my cheeks.

“Open up.”

I opened my mouth immediately and he shoved his glossy fingers between my lips, nearly hitting the back of my throat. I tried to jerk back, but I was still standing between him and the car, and there was nowhere for me to go. The flavors of his cum and my need exploded on my tongue. I held still as he moved his fingers back and forth, cleaning them off in my mouth.

He pulled them out, leaving me with the lingering taste of us.

“Be a good girl, and you’ll get what you want.” He tapped the tip of his finger against my lower lip.

Five minutes later, I was firmly tied in place in the front seat of the car – wrists to thighs and rope wrapped round my midsection to secure me to the seat. I barely had room to wriggle. Sitting on my spanked bottom hurt. Between my thighs still ached for more. I was wildly uncomfortable as Tomas got into the car, sliding behind the steering wheel.

When he glanced at me, I pouted at him.