79 - Counter

"Poets are fools until they are kings."

― Atticus

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Zavier bend me over the counter. "Regular spanking," he muttered, flipping my skirt up. "Best idea Ashton has had so far." He rubbed my ass with his hand while I trembled against the cold counter.

He ripped the panties off me. "Lacy panties. What a naughty little girl you are, Kitten." He rubbed my bare ass. "Naughty for me, yes?"

"Y-yes, daddy," I whispered.

His hand came down strongly on my ass. I cried out, trying to get away but he grabbed my hands, pinning them to the small of my back with one hand.

"Count."

"One," I whispered.

His hand came down again, at the same spot which targeted the fleshy part of my ass. He rubbed the pain in as I counted. "T-two."

He spanked me again at the same spot. I got on my tiptoes, wincing as tears filled my eyes. "Th-Three."

"Naughty little kitten." His three fingers dipped into my pussy, stretching me up. "So fucking wet. I will fuck this pussy good when I'm done with your ass."

His hand came down in series of spanks and I counted them out loud, my voice trembling so bad and the tears fell freely from my eyes. "F-Four. Five. S-Six. Seven."

His hand came down again quickly three times and this time I screamed in pain, sobbing when he rubbed it, feeling the wetness come out of me. "E- Eight. Nine. Ten."

"Thank daddy for disciplining you, Kitten." I sniffled. "Thank you, d-daddy."

"Good girl. You are my good girl, yes?"

"Yes, daddy," I whispered as he kept rubbing my ass.

"Will you be a good girl for me and not make any noise when I fuck you?" He murmured. "I want you to be very quiet, Kitten. Can you do that for daddy?"

I gulped. I didn't know if I could do that. "Yes, daddy," I whispered because I needed him to touch me. I was burning between my legs.

"I won't be nice if you make any noise, baby." His fingers slammed inside of me and I gasped quietly. "I may do something really bad."

He pounded his fingers in and out of me. My legs stiffened and I got on the tip of my toes, feeling his fingers go deeper inside of me. I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming out.

"That's my good little whore. You like my fingers in your little pussy, baby? Hm?"

"Yes, daddy." My thighs were trembling so bad. My whole body was trembling so freaking bad with the effort of keeping quiet and his pounding fingers pushing me towards the edge.

He sneaked in another finger inside of me, now three of them moving in and out of me. I was so close. So freaking close.

And just when I was about to cum, he pulled his finger out but I didn't get the time to beg.

He slammed his cock inside of me and I screamed. He grabbed my throat, pulling me up against his clothed body as he slammed in and out of me, his one hand gripping my hip in a bruising grip, keeping my back arched up as he fucked me. I was on the tip of my toes, screaming as his cock made me spasm.

"Someone can't keep her pretty little mouth shut." His hand tightened on my neck, cock hitting a delicious spot inside of me which made me jump and scream with every thrust. "I will need to punish you now, Kitten." He set his chin on my head, his thrusts never stopping - only speeding up as he ripped

my tank top off me. He let go of my hip and mauled at my breasts, pulling at my nipples till I screamed and cried against him.

I was so close again.

"Cum." The order came without him stopping. I came, shuddering and screaming around him, at the same time he slapped my breasts red, something which pushed me closer to the edge again.

"Again." He pinched my hurt nipples sharply as I came again on his cock and he kept pounding in and out of me with no signs of stopping.

"Are you my whore?" He questioned. I nodded my head, wincing as he continued slapping my already throbbing breasts. He was so brutal. So rough. Every part of my body screamed with pain and pleasure.

He chuckled. " I need the fucking words, whore. I know my cock is distracting you but you need to answer your daddy." He struck my breasts, pulling at the nipples till I sobbed.

"I-I am your whore, daddy."

He pounded harder as if fueled by my words. I sobbed trying to get his hands away from my breasts but it wasn't possible. He had full control over me. He squeezed the heck out of my nipples as if claiming them.

"Cum, my filthy little slut. Show me how good daddy is fucking that little pussy."

I did, this time sobbing so loudly I was sure everyone in the mansion heard me. Zavier fucked so many orgasms out of me and by the end of it, I was sobbing into my hands. He pulled out of me and threw the condom away. He picked me up and sat me down on the counter.

I looked at him with blurry eyes, expecting there to be tenderness which he always held after anything sexual but his expression was amused.

Which meant he wasn't done with me.

"Lay back." He gently pushed on my shoulder and I laid on the cold counter, blinking up at him, more tears escaping my eyes. My ass, breasts, and pussy felt like they were on fire. I could only imagine how sore I would be in the morning. I was used to pain because of continuous physical abuse from school otherwise I would not have been able to walk.

He pressed my knees up and spread them. "Hold them like this."

He walked somewhere and came back with something I was familiar with.

A buttplug. But it was bigger than the one I had worn the last time. This one was bigger.

"I-Is that a real ruby?" The question left my mouth before I could stop it. There was a red stone at the end of the buttplug.

He smirked, snapping open the bottle of lube. "What do you think?" It was real.

Zavier pushed his one lubricated finger inside my ass and I gasped in discomfort. He hushed me gently as he sneaked another finger in, moving them in and out gently while I whimpered at the intrusion. Finally, he pressed the buttplug there.

I winced. "I-It's too big, daddy."

"You will take my cock up that ass soon, Angel." He smirked as I went pale. "It needs to be spread open nicely for it, don't you think? Otherwise, I imagine it will hurt a lot." He pressed harder on the buttplug till the anal ring gave out and it slid inside. I whimpered, looking up at him, begging silently with my eyes for him to not put it there. It was so big, almost half the size of their cocks.

He just chuckled and pushed at it till all of it was inside me and I was again crying. Then, came the look of tenderness on his face. He scooped me up in hair arms, pressing kisses on my face and he walked up to my room.

"Let's clean you up, hm?"

"Y-yes, Daddy." I snuggled into him, my eyes dropping.

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Idk why I suddenly hate every smut chapter I write recently. Anyways, thoughts?