Princess

Author's note: This is a fictional DDlg series involving consenting partners in their thirties. CWs for the entire series include spanking, humiliation, anal play, enema play, wire hanger punishment and, most importantly, lots and lots of love.

PART 5

I lay still as a statue beneath the comforter as I hear the door creak open. Daddy doesn't come in, though. The room falls into utter silence.

After a while, I finally cave and poke my head out from beneath the blanket.

He's sitting on the floor in the doorway, head leaned against the frame, eyes closed. He's breathing in through his nose, out through his mouth, and fresh guilt floods me, having only seen him do this under extreme duress.

"Daddy," I whisper.

"Lacey," he says flatly and I swallow. His use of my real name means he's still mad.

"My phone was on silent," I say, knowing it's a terrible excuse. One he doesn't even deem worthy of a response.

I sigh, rolling onto my back and staring at the ceiling. "I really needed you when I got off and when you weren't there I overreacted. I'm sorry, Ben."

He releases a long sigh in return but still says nothing.

I growl, grabbing a pillow off the bed and chucking it at him. Still nothing.

Next I crawl off the bed and storm up to him. When his eyes finally slide to mine, catching a glimpse of my outfit, his composure cracks--just a fraction.

"What the hell are you wearing?"

"I needed to feel close to you. And since crawling into your skin wasn't an option, I decided this would have to do."

His eyes flutter closed again as my words force him into an unwitting smile. "I'm so mad at you."

"Well I'm madder."

"Well I'm maddest."

"Well I'm mad times infinity."

He growls, grabbing me then, wrestling me to the floor. As he leans over me, studying my face, his begrudging grin slips back into a frown of utter betrayal. "How would you have felt if you pulled up to pick up your beautiful little princess from the sketchy shithole she works in only to find she's nowhere in sight and she's not answering her phone?"

I chew on my lip. "My phone was on silent," I try again but he shakes his head.

"You didn't even call me, Lace."

"You left me alone after you spanked the shit out of me and you didn't call me, either!"

His face falls. "So that's what this is about."

"I needed you," I say, emotions bubbling back up my throat and he sits up then, pulling me into his lap, squeezing me tight.

"I was only five minutes late, baby. I had to run a quick errand and the line took forever. I'm sorry. What I really did wrong was punish you like that when I had limited time. It won't happen again, I promise."

I sniffle, still having more to get off my chest. "I was in so much pain, Daddy. I couldn't do any of my work because it hurt so bad and usually I can tell you when it hurts and you rub more lotion on it but you weren't there. Nobody was there. I was all alone and you took the healing cream and--"

"Fuck, baby." He holds me tighter against him. "I'm so sorry. Can I look now? Can I make it better now?"

I give him a teary nod and he picks me up, carrying me to the bed.

He flips me over so I'm lying on my tummy and gently pulls my sweats down. "Poor thing," he whispers, kissing at the stripes that--last I checked in the mirror--were an angry shade of purple.

I hear him rummaging through his night stand then, followed by the pop of a bottle. His hands are back on me a moment later, and I hiss as the cool cream is rubbed across my hot skin.

"My sweet little princess," Daddy says, rubbing me gently. "Daddy knows better than this. I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

"Maybe I should punish you, Daddy," I mumble into the comforter, feeling a little more like myself, and the motion in Daddy's hands becomes a little more teasing in response.

"And what does my Princess think her Daddy's earned?"

"Hm..." I pretend to give it some serious thought, moaning softly as his finger moves to my bottom hole. "The cane."

"Princess," Daddy chides. "That's very harsh. It's a good thing you're not in charge around here or you'd run me ragged."

I nod, releasing another moan as Daddy slowly begins to finger my ass.

"Is this your way of telling me we should add that one back to the green list? Daddy's getting a little annoyed to have to keep buying them just to burn them a week later, princess."

"I don't like the cane, Daddy."

"That's not an answer." He seats his finger all the way in me then and I cry out, lifting up to meet him. My clit is throbbing beneath me, pussy dripping, begging to be touched.

"Make me feel better, Daddy. Please."

"That's what I'm doing, sweetheart," he says with another calculated withdrawal and redrawal of his finger.

"Not there, Daddy," I whine and he tuts.

"This isn't play time, princess, this is recovery time."

"But you're playing with my botto--"

"I'm

massaging

your bottom because I spanked it, little girl. I don't recall spanking your needy little cunt but that's where this is headed if you keep this up."

His words alone elicit another flood of arousal from me and Daddy chuckles. "What am I going to do with you, princess?"

"I have some ideas, Daddy," I say, scooting my butt up, trying to buck back on his finger

He laughs harder and I smile into the blankets. I fucking love making Daddy laugh.

"Back down on the bed, you little inch worm. My sympathy for this punished bottom is quickly waning."

I blow out a breath of impatience. "You can't just tease me forev--"

I'm flipped over on my back before I know what's happened.

"You're going to look me in the eyes while you earn what's coming next, little girl. Go on," he says, leaning over me, finger returning to my hole. "Tell me what I can and can't do to my pretty little princess."

I moan, arching, staring into his eyes while the torturous thrust of his finger resumes, making me feel tight and filthy and breathless.

"You wish this was my cock, little girl?"

I nod, breathing hard. "Yes, Daddy."

"Are you pretending it's my cock?"

I nod harder, and he moves faster. "Yes, Daddy."

"When I take your little bottom for the first time, princess, I think it should be just like that filthy story you told me about that boy who popped your cherry after prom."

The thought shouldn't make my pussy clench with curiosity but it does.

"You'll be in the finest gown money can buy, laying on your back like the demure little princess that you are. Mascara smeared across your face as you cry quietly in pain, not wanting to wake up the rest of the house."

I'd never fantasized about Daddy fucking my bottom missionary style and the idea somehow makes the act seem even naughtier.

"But Daddy," I whisper. "He only lasted like a minute and then fell asleep on top of me."

"You know how to pick 'em, princess."

"Hey!" I say, swatting at him and he grins. "It was his first time, too."

"I know, I know." Then he looks up to the ceiling. "Sorry, Dylan."

I smirk, always amazed how much Daddy remembers about every story I tell him.

"Will it make me come?" I ask him in a whisper then. I'd long heard about the seemingly mythical anal orgasm, which was part of why I was so curious to try it. I'd never been able to come vaginally--always forced to rely on my temperamental clitty. I longed for the day I could come without one of our arms having to bend in awkward positions just to deal with her.

"I don't know," Daddy says honestly. Then, much darker: "But there's only one way to find out."

I bite my lip, looking wide-eyed up at him. "Am I ready?"

"Not for me. But I think you're more than ready for something else."

Adrenaline races through my veins as Daddy pulls away, kneeling down to rummage through his nightstand.

I sit up and kick my sweatpants off. Then I yank off the giant sweatshirt, not wanting to be in a tangled state of half-undress for this.

Daddy would normally admonish me for doing such a thing without permission but he just grins at me, standing back up, holding a bottle of lube in one hand and a sparkly, purple dildo in the other. It looks to be maybe half as wide as Daddy's cock, and I clench with nerves, remembering how bad this morning's plug hurt.

"Flip over, princess."

"But I thought you wanted to take me on my back, Daddy?"

"Yeah, I want to take you for the first time on your back. Not this shitty piece of silicone. Come on, flip over, we have a lot of work to do."

I'm breathing hard with anticipation as I flip over, expecting the dildo to immediately press against my ass--but Daddy's hand snakes out beneath me, instead. He's holding my rose vibrator, motioning for me to take it.

"Lowest setting only," he warns. "Got it?"

"Yes, Daddy," I squeak, turning the toy on and lifting it to my neglected clitty. She's immediately on fire, ready to ride my rose to shreds. Then I feel Daddy's cock nudge against my pussy.

"Daddy--" I moan as he slides all the way in, rocking into me once, twice, fuck. It never takes me long when my toy is involved--I'm already close.

"Remember to communicate, princess," Daddy says, finally pressing the now-lubed dildo against my ass, and I nod, panting into the blanket.

"I'm close, Da-

ahh!"

I whimper as the tip of the dildo slips into me and my orgasm shrinks away in horror.

"Push out," Daddy reminds me and I do, riding my rose harder, trying to coax that orgasm back to life as the dildo painfully stretches my ass.

"Breathe, princess," Daddy says--and it's only then that I realize I'd stopped. But if I let the breath I'm holding out, I know it will turn into a sob. I just know it.

"It's okay to cry," Daddy tells me then, reading my mind. "Daddy likes hearing everything his princess is feeling."

I nod, giving in to the pain. "Ye-es, Daddy," I say around stifled cries as he drives the dildo deeper.

I focus on my clitty to distract from the discomfort, riding my rose harder and harder and then suddenly, the intruder impaling my bottom stills.

Daddy leans over me, planting a kiss on my damp cheek. "We're in, princess. Daddy is so proud of you. Are you ready?"

"Ye-es, Daddy," I breathe, and then he begins to rock, kissing my cheek over and over as he fucks me, hips tapping against the still-seated dildo with every thrust, shooting fresh rounds of pain through my ass. And then, just when I think I can't take it any more, my hole relaxes, and the pain fades away.

Daddy keeps his thrusting slow and steady, and I'm starting to feel close again--my clitty has finally taken back control--and Daddy seems to sense this because he lifts himself up then, fingers wrapping around the base of the dildo.

He begins to slowly pull and push, pull and push--in perfect sync with his cock--and the strange sensation in my bottom twists into something hot and delicious. Something desperate for relief, but I'm not sure what kind.

"One notch up, princess," Daddy says and I waste no time, pressing the hidden button on my rose, sending reinvigorated stimulation through my clitty. I pulse the rose against me, joining the pace of Daddy's thrusts into my cunt and bottom.

Soon the sensations feel like too much to bear. I feel like I'm going to explode. I feel like something is unfurling inside me. Growing and gnawing and pushing and then downright clawing its way through me--

"Close--" I say quickly. "Close--"

"Put it down, princess."

My hearts sinks. "No, Daddy!"

"Trust me, baby."

With a cry I drop the still-buzzing toy to the bed and even as my clitty screams in protest, the intruders in my ass and pussy quickly shut her up, moving in torturous thrusts until that explosive feeling is back but it's deeper. Stronger. More controlled, like it's in charge now, and there's nothing I can do to stop it.

I begin to shake, all my muscles tightening, pleasure slowly seeping through my limbs and, before I know it, flooding through me--unlike anything I've ever felt.

"Da-addy--" I stutter, unsure at first what to make of it. "Som-ething's--hap-pen-ing--"

"I know, princess," he says, thrusting faster. "Come for me. Come while Daddy fucks your ass--"

The orgasm's grip is sudden and inescapable. I scream, burying my head in the comforter as the searing pleasure overtakes every part of me, making me feel like I could fucking fly. The only thing keeping me on this earth is Daddy as he follows me over the edge, wrapping his arms around me as he pumps into my pussy.

He holds me tight as I shake and spasm on his throbbing cock, the overwhelming sensations continuing to roll through me in waves.

Even after Daddy's finished, he stays perfectly still, holding me while the feeling continues coursing through me, reducing me to new kinds of sobs. Sobs wrought with pleasure and relief and fucking pride because I did it. I came without my clit. I fucking came!

As I slowly come back down, an unwitting giggle bubbles up my throat.

"Fuck, princess," Daddy says, blowing out a soft laugh of his own as I shiver beneath him, assaulted by a sobering chill. "I'm so fucking proud of you."

I beam beneath him. "Can we do it again?"

He laughs harder, and I wince as the subtle movement irritates the toy lodged in my ass.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," he says, pulling carefully out of me--grabbing the sweatshirt I'd discarded earlier and setting it beneath my legs to catch his falling come.

Then he pads over to our closet and I smile as I hear the beeping of the keypad on the safe. He returns a few moments later, holding our scrapbook and the Polaroid camera.

He winks at me just before he disappears behind my ass, and I hiss as he pulls the dildo--very gently--about an inch out, setting up for the money shot. Then, after a blinding flash bursts through the room, I hear the Polaroid feeding through the camera's exit slot.

"Breathe," Daddy coaxes and I do, knowing this is his way of warning me when something is going to hurt. Daddy is apparently feeling generous tonight because he reaches around to rub my still neglected clitty while he removes the toy, eliciting a long moan, turning the retreat of the silicone from pain to delicious discomfort.

When he's completely freed me of the toy, I feel just like he always said I would. My bottom feels empty and cold and hungry--like it's not supposed to be this way. Like it's supposed to be filled.

After a quick trip back to the bathroom to wash his hands, Daddy tosses the scrap book to the bed and climbs up beside me, pulling me into his lap. He hands me the fresh Polaroid with a grin and I gladly do the honors, flipping through the book until I reach the third to last page, where I slip the picture into the first available sleeve.

I run my fingers across the image of the stripes on my ass and the dildo sticking out of my hole and Daddy's come, glistening in the light of the flash, dripping from my freshly-fucked pussy.

Daddy lowers his hand as I study the image, finding my still aching clitty, giving her a gentle tap that makes me lose my breath.

"How are you feeling princess?" he hums into my hair, rubbing me in earnest now, the sensation sending a calmer, more familiar pleasure through me.

"Like I still need you, Daddy--

ohh,

" I moan as he reaches his other hand around to finger my dripping cunt.

"Flip the pages, princess," he instructs and with trembling hands, I do, sinking further and further onto his fingers, stomach clenching, core tightening, clitty throbbing--until I flip to that first page. The one with the picture of his number on my ass--and it sends me right to the edge, like it always does.

"Tomorrow morning," Daddy whispers as I continue to ride him, "First thing, I'm going to give you those fifty strokes I promised, and you're going to look just like that. Just like the day I met you. My perfect, pain-slut little princess--"

"Daddy," I gasp.

"Come, princess. Come on the hand that Daddy's going to use to bend you over and spank you."

It's with that shattering command that I arch back, releasing a final, strangled cry, and with his name on my lips--his real name--I do.

THE END