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  His caresses became a bit firmer as he squeezed her soft flesh, rubbing his thumbs over her little buds, making them tighten even further. Amaya made a humming sound, deep in her throat, squirming slightly in her sleep. Grinning, Grant leaned forward and took one pert, brownish nipple into his mouth, suckling the little bid as Amaya cried out, finally waking as he nipped on the sensitive nubbin.

  “Oh! Oh…” Amaya’s dark eyes blinked, her face turning towards him in the dimly lit room. “Papa?”

  Grant released her nipple, his hand sweeping down her side to her hip, caressing her body and enjoying the way she shivered. “Yes, princess. I heard you were a good girl for Nanny Quinn tonight. I’m very proud of you.”

  The happy smile that curved her lips at his praise made his chest ache a little. It was such small praise, but she responded to it like he’d shouted it from the mountaintops. She was a treasure.

  Lowering his mouth to her other nipple, he sucked it in. Amaya moaned, her hands coming up to press against the back of his head, and he grabbed her by the wrists, wrapping his fingers around her slender limbs and pushing them back down above her head. With her elbows bent, her arms now framed her head, thrusting her breasts up further as he suckled.

  “Papa!” Amaya twisted, trying to get away and Grant bit down on her nipple, making her squeal and arch. His cock jerked in his pants at the delightful sound of her pained pleasure.

  He lifted his head. “I did not give you permission to touch me, Amaya.”

  The pouty lower lip that met his admonishment had him chuckling. He couldn’t tell if she was just trying to play the part that she’d been assigned or not, but he didn’t think so. This childish side of her seemed completely natural, like it was a part of her that she was enjoying indulging in, rather than being an act because of where she was. He considered himself extremely lucky; even knowing what was in store for them on Hebe, many new littles still had trouble adjusting. It took them time to get into the right head space - time, discipline, and behavioral adjustments. With Amaya, she seemed to be immediately take to being childlike and giving him control over her, even if she had to be reminded of it on occasion.

  “Can I touch you, Papa?”

  “May you.”

  She rolled her eyes, making an exasperated noise. Grant used his free hand to give her nipple a pinch - the one he hadn’t bitten down on. She made that delightful little squealing noise again.

  “Don’t roll your eyes at me when I correct you, Amaya, unless you want a much more painful correction.”

  “Yes, Papa,” she said, sounding a little breathless. Her chest heaved, her nipples tightly ruched, and he eased his grip on the tormented bud, sliding his hand down to her pussy lips. His fingers came away wet. Definitely aroused, by either his dominance or the pain, or both. She whimpered, her hips lifting to meet his fingers as her legs spread wider, obviously wanting more. Grant gave her eager pussy a little slap and was rewarded with more cream on his fingers and her gasping moan.

  His cock throbbed in response. It was time to make little Amaya his.

  Releasing her wrists, he pulled her half up. “Put your arms around my neck.”

  She obeyed immediately, and Grant lifted her up, one arm behind her back the other beneath her knees. Her nightgown, which was almost transparent, clung to her body, pooling around her hips as he carried her. She buried her face in his neck when he stepped out into the hallway, obviously feeling modest. Eventually she’d get over that.

  Grant grinned as he carried her to his room and his bed. Her bed was for naps and sleeping until he could come and fetch her; his bed was for everything else.

  Chapter 5

  A spurt of fear when through Amaya as her Papa stretched her arms above her head, putting soft leather cuffs around her wrists. The cuffs were attached to a metal chain that was secured to the wall; an obviously permanent fixture that made her quiver even as her pussy spasmed with excitement.

  She’d been so sleepy when Papa had first awoken her, his mouth on her breast, his hands caressing her sides, but now she was feeling wide awake. Wide awake, frightened, aroused, excited… he’d carried her from her room to his, with its big, dark four-poster bed and finely finished furniture. Everything about the room screamed luxury, even though it was a very different look than the bedrooms she was used to seeing. All the furniture was made of dark wood with brass, there were the gas lamps on the walls that flickered and made the whole space seem like a dark cave. A cave that was somehow both comforting and foreboding. He’d stripped her of her nightgown and then placed her on her back on the bed before ordering to put her arms up.

  With her arms secured, Papa got up and went to a trunk sitting across the room. Amaya strained her neck to see what was in it, but all she could see were her Papa’s broad shoulders and the dark hair on his bent head. He pulled out something that looked like a confusing array of leather straps.

  She trembled with anticipation as he returned to the bed, his dark eyes alight with lust as he looked at her. With her arms like this, he really could do anything he wanted to her. Amaya didn’t think he would harm her, but she already realized that liked to hurt her. Her bottom was no longer sore, but the skin was still sensitive, and her nipples throbbed from his treatment when he’d woken her up. It had aroused her, but that didn’t meant it didn’t hurt.

  “Papa, what are you doing? What is that?” she asked, her voice tremulous.

  “This is going to help you stay in place while I take your virginity, princess,” he said, his voice silky and full of lust.

  Amaya bit her lower lip as he secured one of the straps around her thigh. “Um… Papa… I don’t know what they told you, but I’m not a virgin.”

  He chuckled as he pulled her leg up, making her squeak in alarm as he bent her body in half and attached the strap around her thigh to one of the thick spindles decorating the headboard of his bed. Amaya felt a rush go through her as she realized how this position made her even more vulnerable than before, especially when he began to place another strap around her other thigh.

  “Actually, princess, you are. One of the procedures that you went through on the ship will have made you a sweet little innocent again, just for me.” He gave her a wicked grin that made her heart pound as he lifted her other leg, spreading them wide and leaving her pussy wide open and completely vulnerable. Amaya shuddered. She was now completely helpless, her arms above her head, her legs spread and secured, her body bent practically in half so that her sensitive bottom wasn’t even on the bed, her pussy open and labia spread wide by the position.

  “Papa, I’m scared,” she said, trying to manipulate him, but also partially telling the truth. She’d never been in a position like this before, and even though she was excited by it, it was also terrifying to be so helpless. Not to mention that she didn’t understand what he meant by a procedure! What had they done to her? How could she be a virgin again?

  “It’s okay, princess, I’m going to make you feel very, very good before we do anything else,” he crooned.

  Amaya’s lips tightened as she lay, bound in position, while he stripped and neatly folded his clothes, placing them on a nearby chair. The lean muscles that wrapped around his body were very attractive, and they also explained how easily he manhandled her - he was very strong! Despite the little streak of grey in his hair at his temple, his body hair was completely black. He didn’t have a lot, but he had a nice thatch of chest hair that moved down his body in a v-shape to his cock, which was jutting up hard and eager, a tiny drop of fluid already on one end.

  To her surprise, he didn’t just climb onto the bed and shove into her exposed hole, instead he crawled onto it and positioned himself, kneeling before her pussy and placed his hands on her buttocks. He squeezed and she moaned as her flesh tingled; his hands were a little rough and her skin was still sensitive after being spanked in the carriage.

  “Look at how pretty your pussy is,” he murmured, his gaze focused on the body part in question. “All da
rk pink and mauve, so creamy… and every time I hurt you a little, you just cream yourself even more.”

  Having him describe what he was seeing sent a flush of humiliation through Amaya. Why was he talking about her body? Why wasn’t he just doing what he obviously wanted to?

  The complaints running through her head stopped immediately when he bent down and licked up her slit, his tongue parting the fleshy lips and seeking out her clitoris. Amaya moaned, trying to move her body to meet his questing tongue, but she was bound too tightly. Her head thrashed back and forth, and her legs kicked - but only from the knee down. She whimpered as Papa took his time, licking up and down her folds, teasing her clit but nothing more before moving his tongue away again.

  When his tongue moved down to her crinkled anus, she shrieked in embarrassed outrage - somehow she hadn’t realized she was that exposed!

  It was so humiliating, so perverse, but… but… it felt so good. Amaya felt tears of shame trickle down her face as Papa’s tongue licked at the tiny hole, his fingers stroking her sensitive bottom, his eyes on her face. She shut her own so that she didn’t have to look at him, to see what he was doing.

  She could practically feel him chuckle, and then his mouth moved back up to where it belonged, and Amaya let out a sigh of relief. Then she moaned as his tongue thrust inside of her, his hands massaging her buttocks. Her bottom hole still tingled from his ministrations, but she tried to ignore it.

  That became a lot easier when he sucked her clit into his mouth, making her cry out with the sudden intensity of pleasure that crashed over her like a tidal wave. He suckled her hard, making her shriek and tremble - she couldn’t writhe the way she was trussed up. There was nothing she could do except ride the waves of pleasure, her insides clenching and spasming with the intense sensations roiling through her.

  “Papa! Oh Papa!” she screamed out as the spasms became almost painful, the pleasure almost too much. The combination of his ministrations and her complete helplessness had precipitated her most intense orgasm yet.

  When he rose back up, leaving her puffy and swollen and sensitive, there was a smug look of masculine satisfaction on his face. She panted as the rioting sensations in her body calmed slightly, more than ready for the next part. She wanted to feel him inside of her. Her first time losing her virginity hadn’t been nearly this good.

  She whimpered a little as he rubbed his thick cock up and down her soaked slit. After such an intense orgasm, she was more than a little sensitive, and it felt very, very good to feel his blunt head pressing against her tender flesh.

  “Such a good girl,” he murmured, positioning himself above her. Amaya arched her back as much as she could, more than ready to take him inside of her.

  But when he thrust forward, she screamed.

  He felt huge! Gigantic! Bigger than anything she’d ever had inside of her and his brutal thrust had ripped through the thick hymen she hadn’t even known she had. It hurt, throbbing, as her muscles tightened around him, making his invasion feel even larger, even more of an impossible fit.

  “Oh fuck… Amaya… Princess…” His voice was deep and growly in a way that turned her on even as she shrieked in protest as he withdrew slightly and then thrust again, impaling her further on his cock.

  “Papa, please!” She tried to wriggle, tried to struggle, but the leather restraints held her fast, held her open for his assault. She could feel tears sliding down her cheeks as her inner muscles burned from stretching. “Please stop, Papa, it huu-uu-uu-rts!” Her plea came out as a wail, because looking up at her Papa she already knew he wasn’t going to stop. She could see the lust on his face, the overwhelming desire, and even the satisfaction as he enjoyed her begging.

  “It’s supposed to hurt, Princess,” he said. And then he leaned over and kissed a tear from her cheek as his cock slid deeper. Even as she wailed, Amaya’s body responded, and her tight muscles clenched around him.

  ******

  Fuck she was tight… like a silken vise around his cock. Grant tried to move slowly, despite the need that was driving him. His little Amaya liked being hurt, but he didn’t want to actually injure her. Especially not her sweet little pussy - and it was very little.

  Besides, he wanted to enjoy this. And she was enjoying it too, even if she didn’t realize it. Her nipples were hard little pebbles standing out on her breasts and her pussy was spasming, trying to milk his cock, her swollen clit peeking out from between the folds of her pussy. The position that he’d put her in had been deliberate, giving him not only complete access to her body, but the perfect view as well. He could look down between their bodies and see his cock sliding between the tan lips of her pussy, her dark pink inner labia tightly stretched around his girth, the streaks of blood on his cock as he withdrew from her deflowered orifice.

  There was something primal about taking her virginity, even knowing that it had been created. This was her new life, a new beginning for both of them, and he rather enjoyed staking his claim in such a manner on her.

  Kissing another tear from her cheek, he enjoyed the saltiness of it and the way her body responded even though the tears.

  “You feel so good Princess… don’t you want to make me feel good?”

  Amaya bit down on her lower lip, looking torn, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. Stubborn little thing.

  Pulling his hips back, Grant thrust in again, making her cry out again as he finally sank fully into her wet haven. Her swollen clit pressed against his groin and he moved his hips in a circular motion, pleasuring her even as she struggled with being full of his cock. The expressions on her face was fascinating to watch as she choked back a moan of pleasure.

  Sliding his hand up to cup her breast, Grant toyed with the tightly budded nipple, adding to her reluctant pleasure.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, Princess,” he said, allowing his voice to roughen with his desire. “You’ve already had your pleasure, but if you can make yourself cum again, then by all means, do so, but it is my pleasure that I’m seeking now.”

  As she blinked up at him, confused, he smiled down at her and released her breast. Then he began to move. She’d had enough time to adjust and she was well-lubricated enough that, despite her intense tightness, he could fuck her as roughly as he wanted to without actually causing harm.

  Of course, it would still hurt.

  She cried out, tugging at her bonds as he gripped her trapped thighs and plowed into her vulnerable body. Her breasts bounced on her chest at the force of his thrusts, her pussy spasming and convulsing around him.

  “Papa! Papa pleaaaaaaaaaase!” The confusion in her voice only spurred him on as he fucked her harder, using her legs to give him the leverage to slam into her vulnerable pussy as his need grew. There was a dark hunger inside of him that enjoyed the pain in her voice, knowing that he was hurting her, and even more enjoyed that she was getting off on it as well. Her pussy was sloppy with wetness the more he hurt her, the expression on her face becoming almost glazed as the combination of pain and pleasure began to overwhelm her.

  Grant grunted, taking her harder, faster, knowing that she would be too sore tomorrow morning for him to do this again and so determined to get his fill now. When she began to scream her release for a second time, he couldn’t help but grin as her tight pussy sucked at him. He had certainly done nothing to help her along, but she was just enough of a masochist, just enough of a submissive that he didn’t need to. She was getting off on this part of their relationship as much as he was.

  Feeling the familiar tingling in his balls, Grant began to hammer home, letting her shrieks and cries pass over him as she sobbed in painful ecstasy. The sound of flesh slapping against wet flesh was interspersed with her repeated cries of “Papa!” He gritted his teeth, holding on for as long as possible, wanting to enjoy the tight grasp of her pussy for the most amount of time he could…

  When he slammed home, burying himself inside of her and held, her pussy clenched so hard around him that it felt like his cum w
as forcing its way into her body. He groaned as her tight channel rippled around him, milking his cock, and sending him soaring on the most satisfying orgasm he’d ever experienced. Nothing compared to claiming his own little girl, nothing.

  Drained of his cum, Grant remained pressed inside of her for a few moments, just enjoying the feel of her body beneath his, her pussy wrapped around him, and the little whimpers that escaped her lips on every panted breath. It was everything he’d dreamed it would be and more. He would definitely have to thank Carolina for alerting him about Amaya.

  “Papa?” Her breathy little question nearly made him harden again, but her next statement quickly put an end to that. “Papa, my legs hurt a little…”

  Gently he pulled out of her and immediately set to work releasing her from her position. She sighed with relief as her thighs came down, allowing her to stretch them out. They’d have to work on her flexibility so that she could hold such positions for longer without discomfort. Grant placed her legs far apart so he could enjoy looking at her swollen pussy, streaked with her blood and their combined juices.

  “Stay here, Princess, don’t move an inch,” he said, giving her a stern look. Since he’d kept her wrists in their cuffs, it wasn’t as though she could move much anyway, but he wanted her to stay just as he’d positioned her. Partly to emphasize his control over her, partly as training for her submission, and partly because he just liked the way she looked.

  “I don’t feel like moving an inch,” she said, looking adorably sleepy and pouty.

  His lips twitched as he went to the bathroom. She was certainly going to keep him on his toes, he could already tell. Quickly he washed himself off and soaked a washcloth in hot water, returning to find that she’d done as he’d been told.

  “Good girl,” he said, pleased, as he knelt beside her on the bed.

  ******

  While Papa was in his bathroom, Amaya seriously considered moving, just to see what he would do… but she didn’t really want to. Definitely not right now. She felt tired and limp, not up for a fight. Besides, she was cuffed to the bed, so she wouldn’t be able to go far and he certainly wouldn’t have any trouble getting her into position for a spanking.