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I heard him take his clothes off as well before his hands were on me. Michael bent down to kiss my shoulder gently, his hand brushing my ass. I squirmed, feeling needy. I wanted him so badly, and he was dragging this. I moaned when he pushed two fingers inside of me, pushing my ass up. He pumped in and out of me, scissoring his fingers.

"Fuck," I fisted the sheets, driving my ass up. His fingers sank deeper into me. "Please, Daddy,"

He pulled out his fingers and grabbed my face. He kissed me hard, rendering me weak to his touch. He positioned himself behind me, his tip pressing against my entrance. "I'm sorry," he murmured, gripping my waist before thrusting in hard. My hips bucked at the force, and I let out a muffled cry as pain shot through my back.

I was writhing under him, his cock burning through. I clenched around him, eliciting a deep, animalistic growl from him. He didn't move, and I was grateful for it. It hurts. It hurts so bad. He's big, and he was rough.

He must have waited for me to adjust to the intrusion because when I finally relaxed and started grinding on him slowly, he gripped my hips, clawing my skin, and pulled out. He began thrusting slowly, gradually adding speed until he was ramming in me.

"Fuck, Daddy." I threw my head up, fisting the sheet as the bed creaked with the force. I was fighting to get air into my lungs, but with every ravenous thrust, he knocked out the breath in me. "Oh G-god, aah..." I moaned, biting into my bicep.

I've never felt anything like this. So raw and primal and...new. He wasn't holding back. He was releasing animalistic growls and groans, pinning me down, so he could have his way with me.

Just the way I liked it.

I yelped when I felt a harsh slap on my ass. "Don't hold back, baby," he said, fisting my hair. "Let me hear you," he growled, pounding into me mercilessly. "Let me hear you scream –"

"Daddy!" I let out a moan, pain mixed with pleasure; a deadly combination that will most likely drive me right into subspace. "Aah, fuck, Daddy, you're so deep," I found myself squealing when he went even deeper, reaching areas that drove me wild.

Michael brought one leg up the bed, and one dangled on the edge. He groped my ass, spreading my cheeks, and pounded into me so mercilessly that I was seeing stars.

"I'm cumming, Daddy," I wheezed, feeling myself letting go.

"Not yet," he growled, giving me a harsh spank. He hovered above me, his hand snaking around to wrap around my throat, applying just the right pressure. Tears spilt down as I squirmed, making all sorts of demeaning sounds you could ever think of. "Don't fucking come, you hear me?"

"Please," I pleaded, my voice barely recognisable. "I can't hold it any longer. "Please, Daddy." He rammed into me, his growls turning into short pants mixed with that melodic moan. He's close. I can feel him twitching and expanding inside of me.

I groaned when I felt myself letting go. I can deal with the punishment for disobeying his orders later. Right now, I was far too gone and bursting at the seams as he pounded into me. My body tingled as I came hard, screaming into the night. "Dadd-" I was shaking, convulsing underneath him. He didn't stop.

He never stopped, and I was beginning to be sensitive. He was close. I can tell. His thrusts were shorter and sloppy, and he was moaning, gentler than minutes ago. I whimpered when he came inside me, filling me up. "Daddy," I moaned.

His thrusts slowed to a stop, and we both collapsed on the bed, with him on top of me, panting.

"Fuck," he breathed out, snaking his arm around me to hold me. "Fuck, baby." We were both a sweaty, panting mess. I hummed lazily, kissing his forearm. We sat like that for a while, while my body simmered and he went soft, still inside.

I was worn out; all the adrenaline was wearing off little by little. My eyes were droopy. "I need to...sit," I murmured quietly.

Michael stood up and slowly pulled out of me. I whined, already missing him inside me. "Sorry, baby," Michael said, kissing my cheek quickly. He helped me up onto the bed, and I lay down on my side. "Don't move, okay? I'm going to get a towel."

Soon, I felt something warm cleaning me up. Michael moved my leg up to clean the front. He went on to wipe the floor, where I was.

"Here, have some water." He came back with water once he was finished cleaning up. I raised my head to drink the water he brought. "Do you need anything else?" He asked me after I was done.

"Cuddles?" I said quietly, eyeing him. He smiled and climbed on the bed before pulling me to his chest. I sighed, content with the touch of his skin. We were both naked, and I liked it that way.

"Love, did I hurt you?" Michael enquired quietly, his voice hinting a little bit of guilt. I looked up at him.

"It was amazing, baby," I said. "A whole new experience, but it was good," he pursed his lips, unsure.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this again. I don't know what came over me. I could have hurt –

"Shh." I placed my finger on his lips. "You didn't hurt me."

"You didn't feel pain?" I pursed my lips at that, choosing my words.

"It was good pain, baby," I said softly, looking at him. "You know I'm a masochist. It was good." He eyed me, silent. Then his lips stretched into a wide tight-lipped smile.

"Spoken like a true pain slut," his deep voice came out sensual and dripping with sex. Now is not the time to get aroused again.

"I'm your pain slut, Daddy."