Chapter 48 - FORTY EIGHT

Chapter 48: Chapter FORTY EIGHT

ANGEL

"Angel." He called out my name, his voice was soft, yet commanding. Completely snapping my mind which was begging for a blackout.

I didn’t respond. My lips were trembling so hard.

There was nowhere safe left, not even in my own head.

"Fuck," Damien snarled, his breathing heavy. "I don’t want to punish you anymore, baby girl. I need to be inside of you."

The uncomfortable plug still stretched my ass. I heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, metal clinking and zipper.

Then his cock sprang out.

Huge and thick.

He gripped himself at the base and stroked slowly. The foreskin peeled back to reveal the swollen head, a bead of precum already forming at the tip.

I watched as he pumped himself, his hand moving up and down his length, spreading that precum down his shaft until it glistened.

He moved closer to the bed, positioning himself between my spread legs. Then he rubbed the head of his cock against my outer lips.

Teasing.

Not entering yet, just sliding it up and down.

He pressed the tip against my entrance, then dragged it up to my clit, rubbing in circles. "Fuck. You are wet. You enjoyed that?"

His accusation made my stomach turn. I didn’t know how I could be wet because I hated what he did to me.

My pussy still felt blistered from the whip.

Maybe I was bleeding, was that what he was feeling?

He pushed just the head inside me, then pulled out again. Pushed in slightly deeper, then withdrew. Teasing me, stretching me gradually.

"You liked it, didn’t you?" His voice demanded an answer.

I didn’t know how to respond. What answer wouldn’t provoke him? What was safe to say?

"I-I-I’m c-cold. It h-h-hurts." My teeth chattered so hard I could barely get the words out. The tearstains on my cheeks had chilled and my whole body was shaking.

There was no way I could take any more punishment from him.

My body was shutting down. I prayed for the darkness that had taken me before, it was my sole wish to pass out again and not feel this.

"This is going to warm you up!"

His cock pushed against my pussy and I wailed. With each movement, as he invaded my tightness, pain exploded through me.

He pulled all the way out and I saw his cock coated with my wetness mixed with something darker. Then he thrust hard into me again.

"Fuck, your cunt is so tight." He grunted.

He was much too big.

Even though it hadn’t been long since he fucked me, my body had tightened again, like it was trying to keep him out, trying to protect itself.

And now his thick cock was stretching me, forcing me open, the thick vein running along the underside dragging against my inner walls.

His groan filled the room along with my pained muffled moans where I bit my lips trying not to beg, because if I begged, he would just punish me again.

Damien pulled out again and this time he slapped his cock against my pussy.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

The wet sound echoed in the room.

A loud shriek howled from me, my body was too sore to feel any pleasure.

Just pain.

Raw and burning.

Damien gazed down at my teary face, "Beg me to pleasure you," He breathed harshly.

Beg?

Didn’t he say not to?

His hand found my neck, gripping hard enough to squeeze the breath from me. "I’m permitting you to beg. Tell me to make you cum even though you don’t deserve it!" He hissed.

Pitiful sobs wrenched out of me. I gave up on trying to play his insane game. In a game where only he knew the rules, I was helpless, there was no strategy to win.

So I begged.

"P-P-Please, make me cum even though I’ve been a bad girl."

I waited. Would he punish me or not? Damien’s eyes gleamed with something dark, his nostrils flaring like a wild beast.

I would have flinched if his cock wasn’t grinding into me.

"D-Don’t hurt me. Please make it pleasurable."

"Then call me Daddy."

What?

His gaze was primal. Completely evil.

Daddy was supposed to be Vincenzo, the man who raised me, the man I’d loved my entire life.

But Vincenzo had given me away, he told Damien to break me, and he abandoned me here.

And Damien was asking me to replace him, to give him that title, that power.

"Call me Daddy and I will make it feel good." His voice was patient but firm, like he had all the time in the world to wait for me to break.

The breath crushed from my lungs. I thought I had nothing left to lose, but apparently I did. This was it, the final surrender, and Damien was demanding I hand it over willingly.

"Call me Daddy." He yanked my hair, forcing my head back so I had to look at him, had to meet those merciless eyes.

He fucked me rough, his cock pistoning hard within me, each thrust punishing.

I met his gaze through my blurry tears, tried to find some way around this, some way to keep this last piece of myself.

But there was no way around Damien. There never had been.

"Daddy please!" The word ripped from my throat like he’d physically torn it out of me.

And something inside me shattered at the sound of it, at hearing myself say it, at knowing I’d just given him everything.

His eyes blazed with triumph. His pupils darkened with something primal and possessive.

"Say it again," he growled. "Tell Daddy what you need."

"Please Daddy," I sobbed. "Please make it stop hurting."

"Little girl needs Daddy’s cock to please her, huh?" His voice was almost tender now, almost loving. "Let Daddy fill you up. Let Daddy take care of his baby girl."

Instead of going slow like I’d hoped, he drove deep into me, nearly splitting me in two. I felt every inch of him, felt the head of his cock hit something deep inside that made me cry out.

My breasts jerked with each brutal thrust of his hips. The plug in my ass moved with his rhythm, adding another layer of sensation I couldn’t escape.

"Please. Please. Please, Daddy." The words kept coming now, and I couldn’t stop them. They poured out of me like a dam had broken. "I can’t live like this. I can’t take this anymore. Please Daddy, please."

"I’ll make it feel good, baby girl. Daddy’s going to make his little girl feel so good."

He pulled out completely and I gasped at the sudden emptiness.

Then he rubbed his cock up and down my slit, coating himself with my wetness, teasing my entrance, dragging the swollen head over my clit.

"You want Daddy’s cock back inside you?"

"Yes," I whimpered.

"Say it properly."

"Please Daddy, I want your cock inside me."

He pushed just the tip in, stretching my entrance, then pulled out again. "Where do you want it?"

"In my pussy, Daddy. Please."