Round two: harder faster better stronger.

"Now. You've been a good girl, but I'm going to fuck you again, and you're going to take it. I won't be gentle. I want you to remember this night as the night you ceased to be a woman and became a fucktoy."

She gaped at my strong language, stammering. "Ah- uh- y-yes, Daddy..."

"Remember, this was your idea. We both know that it's because deep down you're a filthy, shameless whore."

She nodded again, and her voice was gravely serious this time. "Yes. It's true. Please use me, Daddy. I need this. Please."

I stroked her back, pulling the laces free on the flimsy thing she wore, already stained with her sweat. "I know you do, sweetheart. Don't worry; Daddy loves you. Take this thing off."

She did, becoming fully naked for me, and I fucked her again. There was nothing gentle in it. No tenderness. I wanted to see if I could hurt her; to satisfy my curiosity but also because the way she trembled and clenched felt amazing on my dick.

She cried out, clutching the sheets as I slammed my hips into her ass so hard I was vaguely concerned she might break. But she endured.

Endured is the only word for it. She didn't seem to be enjoying the experience, but she let it happen. Gasping, wincing, and groaning her way through as I drove my nine inches into her over and over again.

I broke a sweat, myself, and had to change position, drawing her over the the edge of the bed so I could stand again. I flipped her onto her back and grabbed her tits as I plunged back into her.

I was a man possessed. I rocked her hard enough to make her perky breasts shudder with each impact of our colliding bodies. I squeezed her chest until she whimpered, I pinched her nipples and she yelped. I took whatever I wanted from her as I fucked her harder than was even fun for me. I just wanted to feel the sheer power of my dominance.

I shoved two fingers into her mouth, suppressing her tongue and gripping her jaw as I finished, pumping another hot load into her.

I pulled out and simply stood over her, catching my breath as she whimpered softly.

But she was a tough girl. She looked up at me, her emotions a mystery. "Thank you, Daddy. I feel like a proper fucktoy now. I mean it..."

I smiled. "Good. You are a proper fucktoy now, but we're just getting started."