CHAPTER 14
Louisa
“What?” I gasped, feeling a sudden emptiness as Jax withdrew completely from my vagina. Before I could process what was happening, I felt his fingers at my bottom, grasping the base of the plug.
“This is what happens to very bad girls,” he said, his voice a dangerous purr as he slowly pulled the plug from my anus. The sensation of it sliding out made me whimper, leaving me feeling strangely empty and exposed.
That emptiness didn’t last long. I felt something much larger pressing against my virgin hole, and I realized with a surge of panic what was about to happen.
“No, please,” I begged, struggling against my restraints even as I felt how my body needed it, as uncomfortable and humiliating as it was. “I can’t take that there, it’s too big!”
“Shh,” Jax soothed, one hand stroking my lower back while the other positioned his cock. “Bad girls take what their daddies give them, where their daddies want to give it. Ask for it, Little Lulu.”
I remembered suddenly what he had said a few minutes earlier, about why I needed punishment for having enjoyed having his business associates inspect me, fondle me, taste me: not because I had done something wrong, but because IfeltI had. I had accepted it without thinking, because the truth of the idea had seemed so obvious to me, as perverse as I could see it really was. My forehead creased hard as I realized this moment represented that same logic. I needed this, because… because I was a bad, bad girl.
“Please, Daddy,” I whispered.
With one powerful thrust, he breached the tight ring of muscle. Pain shot through me, sharp and immediate, forcing a scream from my throat. I felt utterly violated, punished in the most intimate way possible—and yet I knew I had earned it, and a part of me helplessly wanted it.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pushed deeper. “Take Daddy’s cock in your tight little bottom. This is what naughty girls get.”
Tears streamed down my face as he began to move, establishing a rhythm that felt both punishing and possessive. Each thrust seemed to say,you are mine. All of you belongs to me. You will become my good bad girl.The burn gradually subsided, replaced by a terrible, forbidden fullness.
“You feel that?” Jax asked, his hips driving forward relentlessly. “This is how Daddy disciplines his bad girl. In the place she thought she could keep private.”
I sobbed over the stool, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation and the utter helplessness of my position. This was more than just a physical claiming—it was a statement of complete ownership, and of Jax’s intention to reform me, as shameful as his methods would have to be.
Just when I thought I couldn’t bear any more, when I felt thoroughly punished and utterly conquered, Jax’s hand slid beneath me. His fingers found my clit with unerring precision, circling the sensitive bud with expert pressure.
“Oh!” I gasped, my body jerking in surprise as pleasure suddenly shot through me, tangling with the overwhelming sensations from behind.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, never slowing his thrusts into my bottom. “Good girls come while Daddy fucks their tight little asses.”
His fingers worked magic on my clit, building a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. When the first orgasm hit me, it crashed through my body with shocking force. I screamed, my muscles clenching around his invading cock, which only seemed to intensify both the pleasure and the sense of violation.
“Again,” Jax commanded, his fingers speeding up.
Jax worked his fingers relentlessly against my clit, his cock driving deep into my virgin bottom. The orgasms came in waves, each one more intense than the last, my body convulsing around his invading hardness as I screamed and sobbed. The humiliation of coming this way, from having my bottom fucked, burned through me like fire, yet I couldn’t stop the pleasure from overwhelming me.
“That’s what bad girls need,” he grunted, never slowing his brutal pace, the repetition of the words seeming like a ritual meant to drive his lesson home deeper with every thrust of his manhood. “To come with Daddy’s cock inside them.”
I surrendered completely, letting the orgasms wash through me. Again my mind detached from the shameful reality, floating somewhere above as my body continued to respond to his expert manipulation. I resolved then and there that I would escape this place, this man, this new identity he was forcing on me. But for now—since I would escape or die trying—I could let myself feel the terrible pleasure without guilt. None of this would matter once I was free.
“You’re mine, Little Lulu,” Jax growled, his rhythm becoming erratic. “Every hole, every inch.”
With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself completely in my bottom, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his hot seed. I felt each spurt inside me, marking me in the most intimate way, on the inside, and I whimpered at the degrading sensation of being used so completely.
Jax carefully withdrew from my abused bottom. I winced at the emptiness, at the feeling of his seed leaking from me. He moved around the stool, unfastening the restraints that had held me in place for my shameful punishment and pleasure.
“You did very well,” he said, his voice surprisingly gentle as he lifted me into his arms. My legs felt like jelly, unable to support my weight after the intensity of what had just happened.
Jax carried me through the apartment to the master bathroom, cradling me against his chest like a child. He had bathed me here last night, but I hadn’t even remembered just how enormous theroom was, or the splendor of the marble floors and bathtub, of the shower stall big enough for several people. He set me down carefully on a padded bench, then began to undress.
I watched, unable to look away as he removed his shirt, revealing a muscular chest dusted with dark hair that I had seen that morning, but apparently not gotten close to my eyes’ fill of. His body was magnificent—powerful shoulders, a flat stomach with defined abs, strong thighs. As he stepped out of his boxer briefs, I felt a shameful flutter in my belly at the sight of his semi-hard cock, still glistening with the evidence of what he’d done to me.
My body responded to him with a primal hunger that terrified me. Even after everything he’d put me through, even knowing what he was planning, I still wanted him. The realization strengthened my resolve—I would enjoy these sensations while I could, but I would escape at the first opportunity. I had to, before whatever was happening between us destroyed me completely.
“Come here, baby girl,” he said, extending his hand to me. “Let Daddy get you cleaned up.”
