**Hotel Night with Skye**

I grinned as Skye bit her lip, her fingers fidgeting with the velvet ropes I’d just tied around her wrists. We’d checked into the hotel an hour ago, and the moment the door shut behind us, she gave me that look—the one that told me she was ready to be mine completely.

“Daddy,” she purred, arching her back as I pushed her down onto the bed, the restraints keeping her arms pinned above her head. “You’re not gonna be gentle, are you?”

I kissed down her stomach, pausing to flick my tongue over her belly button before reaching the waistband of her lace panties. “You *want* me to be gentle?” I teased, tugging them down and exposing her smooth, glistening pussy.

She whimpered, shaking her head. “No, Daddy. I want you to use me.”

Fuck. Hearing her call me that sent a jolt straight to my cock, already straining against my jeans. I dragged my fingers through her slick folds, spreading them open and watching how her clit twitched under my touch. “You’re already so fucking wet for me,” I growled, sliding two fingers inside her warm, tight cunt.

Skye gasped, her hips bucking as I curled my fingers, rubbing against the spongy spot inside her that made her moan. “Oh fuck, Daddy—yes, right there!” Her legs trembled, but I didn’t let up, fucking her with my fingers until she was squirming, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

But I wasn’t done yet.

Reaching into my bag, I pulled out the black ball gag, holding it up for her to see. Skye’s eyes widened, but she nodded eagerly, opening her mouth for me. I buckled it behind her head, the silicone stretching her lips wide, muffling her whimpers.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmured, stroking her cheek. “No talking. Just take what Daddy gives you.”

I flipped her over onto her stomach, her ass lifting instinctively into the air. One hand gripped her hip while the other reached for the bottle of lube by the bed. I poured a generous amount onto my fingers before circling her tight little asshole, pressing in just enough to make her whine into the gag.

“Relax for me, Skye,” I ordered, pushing my finger inside her tight hole, feeling her clench around me. She moaned, burying her face into the sheets as I worked her open, adding a second finger and scissoring them slowly. Her pussy dripped down her thighs, her body shaking with need.

I couldn’t hold back anymore.

Pulling my fingers out, I lined up my cock with her ass, pressing the swollen head against her entrance. “You ready?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

Skye nodded frantically, her fingers gripping the sheets as I pushed inside, her ass stretching around my thick cock. The heat was fucking unreal—tight, clenching, like she was trying to suck me deeper. I groaned, burying myself to the hilt in one slow, relentless thrust.

“Fuck, Daddy!” she tried to scream, but the gag turned it into a muffled cry, her body shaking beneath me.

I gripped her hips and started fucking her hard, each thrust slamming into her ass, making her squeal. The sound of skin slapping together filled the room, mixed with her desperate moans and the wet squelch of lube as I pounded into her.

Her pussy was dripping, her clit swollen and begging for attention, so I reached around, rubbing tight circles over it as I fucked her ass. Skye convulsed, her moans turning into a high-pitched whine as she came, her ass clamping down on my cock like a vice.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I growled, my thrusts turning sloppy as my own orgasm built. “Take it, baby—take Daddy’s cum.”

With one last deep thrust, I buried myself inside her and came hard, ropes of hot cum filling her ass as she whimpered beneath me.

Pulling out, I unbuckled the gag, letting her gasp for air. Skye turned to look at me, her lips swollen, her eyes hazy with pleasure.

“Still want more, Daddy?” she whispered.

I smirked, knowing this night was far from over.