“Good. Let’s get you washed.” He grabbed the sponge and soap and washed her thoroughly, paying special attention to her breasts and cunt. When he was done, he slid his hand between her legs and started working a finger into her ass. There was enough oil in the water to use as lube.
“Easy, baby. I’m not going to hurt you. You know that.”
He felt her relax against him. “Good girl.” He finger-fucked her for a few minutes while his other hand played with her clit.
She started squirming.
“That’s it. Let’s work a second finger in.”
His two fingers slid in and started pumping into her.
“Can you feel how good this is, sweetheart?” He pulled out and then pushed three in, stretching her, and it just seemed to heighten her desire.
“Let’s get you on the bed.” He drained the tub and wiped them down before carrying her into the bedroom and laying her on the mattress.
He came down beside her and laid his hand on her stomach. He could tell she was still closed off, but she was also begging to be fucked.
“Let’s roll you over to your stomach. I’m going to help you cry.”
“How?” she asked but did what he said.
His hand came down on her ass. “This way. I’ll just spank you hard enough to cry because the last thing I want is to hurt you.”
“Ahhh,” she screamed when his hand came down several times, and she just kept fighting her need to cry.
Dammit. He got on his knees next to her, lifted her hips, and stuffed a few pillows under her before reaching for the condom and lube.
After he rolled the rubber on, he squirted the gel inside her ass. One of his hands stayed on her hip to hold her steady.
“Baby, the spanking isn’t helping, so we’re going right to the fucking. When I start to push in, you push out.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Let me get the head in. We’ll go as slow as you need, but I am taking this ass today, and then I’ll own every bit of you.”
She nodded.
He started to push his cock into her tight ass. “No, don’t stiffen up. It will just make it sting more.”
He felt her relax and pushed forward, getting another inch into her. “We’re just about past the muscle, and then you’ll feel better.”
“Ahhh, Daddy. It’s too much.”
“No, baby, it isn’t. You can take me.”
He groaned, and she gasped when he made it past the muscle and held still.
“Good girl. You made it past the hard part. Now, I’m going to make you feel so good. I just want you to concentrate on how I’m making you feel.”
He set a slow thrust in and out of her. When he felt her start to tighten on him, he stopped.
“No… Please,” she begged.
“I will. I just want you to be ready.”
“I am ready.”
His fingers dug into her hips when she tried to fight his hold. “I’ll tell you when you’re ready.”