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Ray Toro x fem!reader
Notes: use of daddy, rough dom Ray, pussy spanking
NSFW below the cuttt!!!
"Look at this pretty cunt," he murmurs, voice rougher than it used to be, deeper. His fingers drag through your folds, spreading your wetness. "Already soaked for me."
He doesn't rush. Ray never does. His first slap lands light, almost teasing, right over your clit. The sound is sharp. Your hips twitch and he presses his free hand flat against your lower belly, pinning you down with the easy strength of someone who's spent decades hauling gear and playing to crowds. Another slap follows, firmer, the sting blooming across your sensitive flesh. He watches your face the entire time, dark eyes steady behind the faint lines at their corners.
"That's it," he says. "Take it for Daddy." The word slips out naturally now, something he's grown into. Another open-palm strike connects with a wet smack. Your clit throbs under the impact. He varies his targets—sometimes the swollen lips, sometimes directly over your entrance, sometimes the hood of your clit—keeping you guessing, keeping every nerve on edge.
Ray leans in and spits on your pussy, the warm saliva mixing with your arousal. He rubs it in with two thick fingers, then pulls back and delivers three quick, sharp slaps in succession. Your back arches. The sting is bright, almost too much, but it melts into a deep, pulsing ache that makes your cunt clench around nothing.
"Fuck, you're dripping," he observes, clinical and appreciative at once. He spreads your lips with his thumbs, examining you, then slaps your exposed clit directly. The sound is louder, wetter. Your moan breaks into a whimper. He does it again, and again, until your hips are rolling up to meet his hand instead of trying to escape it.
He pauses to circle your entrance with two fingers, teasing but not pushing inside. "You want my fingers?" You nod frantically. He shakes his head, silver at his temples glinting. "Not yet. Gotta earn it." Another series of slaps follows, these ones firmer, the force making your whole body rock. Your clit feels swollen, hypersensitive, every new impact sending sparks up your spine.
Ray shifts his angle so his palm lands flat across your entire pussy with each strike. The broad contact makes the sting spread deeper, radiating through your core. Your thighs are shaking now, muscles twitching with every hit. He notices and presses them down harder, keeping you open and vulnerable beneath his larger frame.
"Count for me," he says. "Out loud." The next slap lands and you gasp out "One." Another follows immediately. "Two." Your voice is already hoarse. He keeps going, alternating between light, teasing taps and heavy, punishing blows. By the time you reach ten your eyes are wet, your pussy throbbing so hard it almost hurts.
He stops to inspect his work, running gentle fingers over your reddened flesh. You flinch at even the lightest touch. "So pretty when it's all pink and swollen," he praises. He leans down and blows cool air across your heated skin, making you shiver. Then he slaps you again, right on the most sensitive spot, and your whole body jolts.
"Eleven," you manage, voice cracking. He rewards you with a slow, deliberate rub over your clit before the next strike. The contrast between gentle and harsh is dizzying. Your cunt is clenching rhythmically now, desperate for something inside, but he still won't give it to you.
Ray changes tactics, using just his fingertips for a series of rapid, stinging slaps that make your spine shiver with each impact. The sensation is sharp, almost too much, but it feeds the growing heat in your belly. Your hands fist in the sheets. You're babbling now, a mix of pleas and curses, and he just smiles like he has all the time in the world.
He pauses again, this time to slide two fingers through your soaked folds. They come away shiny. He shows them to you before sucking them clean. "Tastes so fucking good," he says. Then he delivers the hardest slap yet, the force making your vision blur for a second. Your cry echoes off the walls.
"Twelve," you sob. He doesn't let up. Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen come in quick succession, each one landing with a wet crack that has your thighs trying to close. He forces them apart again, holding you open so he can keep working on your poor, abused pussy.
Your clit is so swollen it feels like it's pulsing with its own heartbeat. Every new slap sends a fresh wave of heat through you, building something tight and desperate low in your belly. You're right on the edge, but he won't let you tip over. Not yet.
Ray slows down, giving you a moment to catch your breath. He traces lazy circles around your entrance, dipping just the tip of one finger inside before pulling back. "Beg," he says simply.
"Please," you gasp immediately. "Please, Daddy, I need—"
He cuts you off with another hard slap. "Need what?"
"Need to cum," you whimper. "Please let me cum."
He considers this, head tilted like he's thinking it over. Then he delivers three more rapid slaps, each one making your whole body jerk. "Not yet," he decides. "A few more."
You lose count after that. The slaps come in waves, slow and deliberate, then fast and punishing, then slow again. Your pussy feels hot and swollen, every nerve ending lit up. Tears are sliding down your temples into your hair, but you don't want him to stop. The pain has melted into something else, something that makes your cunt clench and your clit throb and your whole body shake with need.
Ray finally takes pity on you. He presses two fingers against your entrance and pushes in deep, curling them immediately against that spot that makes your vision white out. His thumb finds your clit and rubs in tight circles while his fingers fuck into you. The combination is overwhelming after so much spanking. Your orgasm crashes over you hard, your pussy pulsing around his fingers, your thighs shaking uncontrollably.
He works you through it, slowing his fingers but not stopping until you're twitching with overstimulation. When he finally pulls out, he brings his hand to your mouth and lets you lick his fingers clean. Your own taste is sharp on your tongue.
Ray leans down and presses a surprisingly gentle kiss to your forehead, his beard scratching lightly against your skin. "Good girl," he murmurs. "So fucking good for Daddy." He settles beside you, pulling you against his broad chest while you come down. His hand rests possessively on your thigh, fingers occasionally brushing over your still-sensitive pussy just to watch you shiver.
"Think you can take more later?" he asks, voice casual like he's asking about dinner plans. You nod against his chest, already anticipating the next time his hand will come down on your swollen, aching cunt. Ray chuckles, low and pleased. "That's my girl."
