Bound to the Daddy (Knotted for Life)

Chapter 17

CHAPTER 17

STEPHANIE

My mind is in a haze, as if a languid warmth eases over my body, wrapping me in a cocoon. I stare up at Daddy Rex, a contented sigh dripping from my lips. It’s what I wanted.

His hands on me, punishing me, making the noise stop. Better than the cuts. Better than the burn of the razor blades. When he’s doing this to me, I’m not alone, squirreled away as I hide my habit.

I watch through slitted lids as he pulls out some sort of wipe to clean his hands before reaching for me once more. How considerate. Everything in me goes limp as his fingers glide up my calves. At least I shaved today.

Just as suddenly, everything stops. The shower . The cuts . The bandage . If he keeps going, he’ll see them. All of them. A man like Rex will no doubt understand exactly what those marks are, even if his son is too obtuse to figure it out.

I have to cover them, hide them, not let him see my secret shame. A strangled cry wrenches from my lips as I force myself to move. As he slides his hand forward, I yank my dress down, covering my inner thigh.

“What’s wrong?” His devastating frown makes my stomach flip and threatens to make my mind mush.

“N- nothing. I’m just shy, is all.”

His frown deepens even further. “You’re not lying to me, are you? You know how much I detest lies. Even more so from my wife and baby girl.”

“I- I can’t!” I wail, desperation flooding my system like a shock of adrenaline.

“Oh yes, you can. Here. Allow me to help.”

With one hand, he grabs one wrist then the other, scooping them up to raise my arms high in the air. With the other, he undoes his tie and wraps it around them until I can’t break free. He grabs hold of the tail and keeps my hands far from my thighs as he yanks up the dress.

Everything goes deathly silent. My harried gasps punctuate the air as I try to thrash about, hiding my shame. But he doesn’t allow any of it. With a loud grunt, he positions himself in between my thighs, keeping them spread out to his questing gaze.

“What happened to your thigh? Why is it bandaged up? And if you know what’s good for you, you will not lie to me. You already have one punishment coming. Do not make me add another.”

“It helps,” I scream out, screwing my eyes shut so I can’t see the condemnation I’m sure is on his face.

His touch is gentle as he peels the bandage back, but it doesn’t keep the pain at bay as it rips from my skin.

“I see. Look at me, Stephanie.”

I shake my head, unable to bear the shame.

“Baby girl,” he murmurs. “I need you to look at your Daddy right now.”

Cracking one eye open, I study his expression. Unfortunately, it’s unreadable.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” I cry out, tears pouring down my face. “I tried so fucking hard. But I couldn’t… I couldn’t…” Hiccups interrupt my words, but honestly, there’s nothing else to say.

Panic surges through me so fast it robs me of breath. I can’t move, can’t think, can’t see. All I hear is my pulse pounding in my head as my vision continues to narrow down to nothing.

“Stephanie!”

I hear his voice, but I can’t respond. Why can’t I respond? There’s nothing covering my lips.

“Stephanie!”

His rough hands shake me, breaking away some of the cobwebs hazing over my mind. I blink up at him, desperation flooding my veins like frigid ice. I need him. I need to know he doesn’t hate me. I need him to tell me I don’t disgust him.

“Look at me, baby girl. Eyes on me.”

I do my best to focus, concentrating on the sound of his voice, the warmth of his breath as it fans my face, and the feeling of his hands stroking my skin.

“That’s my good girl. Now open your mouth as wide as it can go.”

The odd request frees me a bit more from the stranglehold of anxiety. The last thing I want is to make him even more upset. I open my mouth wide, my eyes bulging as he fiddles with the front of his pants.

He wants oral now? Is this my punishment? I suppose it could be worse.

“I’m going to slide my cock into your mouth, baby girl, and you’re going to hold it in there. You are not allowed to suck me or pleasure me. You are just going to let me sit in the warm haven of your mouth. Are we clear? Nod if you understand me.”

I nod, but I don’t completely understand. What good is having a cock in my mouth if I don’t suck?

“Good girl. You’re being so good for me. Now, eyes on me. I don’t want you to break eye contact. Are we clear?”

Again, I nod, my mouth salivating as his scent blossoms in the confines of the car. The cologne he’s wearing is different from his usual brand, but the spice underneath is all him. It draws me in, allowing my bunched-up muscles to relax.

When he slides his cock in, he keeps his motions shallow, not going so far in as to choke me. “Close your mouth around my cock, baby, and just sit here and breathe.”

Easier said than done. Every inhale is laced with his scent. It drives me to distraction, making me forget what I’m supposed to be doing in the first place. Just one swallow. Just one little swallow to dry up my spit won’t hurt.

Oh, but that one swallow is potent. His taste explodes over my senses, drowning me in the bitter luxury of his cum. It’s like coffee, but one laced with dark, deep caramel. The kind that’s just a second away from being burnt.

Overwhelmed with need, I swallow again, sucking on him just a little. Just a tiny bit. His fingers glide down the side of my face, caressing me for a moment before he taps my cheeks with a firm smack.

“No, no, you naughty little girl,” he growls. “I didn’t give you permission to suck me. Just concentrate on the feel of me inside your mouth. Feel how hard you get me?” His cock jerks a touch at his words, making my pussy spasm. “I want you so badly, Stephanie. I want to feel your sweet little pussy clench around me as I fuck you long and hard. But first, we need to have a conversation, and we’re going to have it with my cock in your mouth. Whenever you start to panic, just breathe and concentrate on how I feel in your mouth. That’s all you need to do for me right now.”

Tears gather at my eyes as I look up at my Alpha. Though there’s a slight bite to his words, his expression seems to shine with affection.

“First off, I’m not mad at you for cutting yourself. I hurt for you. I hate that you feel like it’s your only outlet. I am very upset that you lied to me. That’s the part that will get punished. Not how you cope with your anxiety. Am I clear? Nod if you understand, but mind your teeth, and don’t you dare suck me.”

I loosen my grip around his cock as I bob my head up and down.

“Good girl. Are you taking care to keep things clean when you cut yourself?”

Again, I nod.

“Are you cutting to help with your anxiety?”

My gaze drifts to the side as I contemplate his question. Absently, I suck on him for a moment, enjoying the comfort of feeling him ripple and jerk inside my mouth.

“Naughty girl,” he chuckles, once more tapping my cheek, but with a little extra force this time. “You’ll get my cock soon enough. Open.”

He pulls himself out, and for a moment, I mourn the loss.

“Talk to me, Steph. Why do you cut yourself?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Well, I’m a smart guy. Try me.”

Tears continue to burn my eyes as I struggle with the words. “Anxiety is part of it. I’ve always been slightly anxious, even as a kid. It wasn’t this bad until my parents died. All of a sudden, everything was my responsibility. I had to handle everything. Their funeral, the bills, getting my own place. I just couldn’t handle it anymore.”

“And that’s when you started?”

“It gave me a sense of relief, as if I was finally in control of something. But then…” I trail off, not wishing to tell him how badly I failed.

“And then?”

Hiking up my dress, I point to the larger scar. “I didn’t have a manual. I wasn’t sure what I was doing. I just knew the bite of pain made everything stop. I went a bit too deep, and that’s when I was taken to the hospital. The therapist was good. She gave me the pills I take for anxious moments. And they helped. Until…”

“Until?” His tone is patient, understanding, and kind. Too kind.

Exasperated, I drop my dress and motion toward him. “You had to go and spank me. It gave me that release I needed without the potential harm. When my life went down the drain, I felt I had no other choice. I thought I was marrying Brody and couldn’t have you keep spanking me if I was his wife.”

He hauls me up onto his lap and spreads my legs over his thighs. The dress is the only thing keeping me from exposing myself in his car. The further he widens his legs, the more open my pussy becomes.

His cock pulses at my back, hot and insistent. I so desperately want it back in my mouth, but to pleasure him this time, not just to keep it warm. So solid, so firm, so real.

Daddy Rex’s touches are delicate as his fingers skim up my thigh, skirting around where I cut myself. “You listen to me, my pet. You’re mine now. I will be the one to inflict pain upon you. Every morning and every night, I am going to bare your bottom and spank you until your brain shuts up. And when I’m not giving you the pain you so desperately require, I’m going to fuck you until you’re just a babbling mess.”

He draws his hand up to cup my mound, allowing his fingers to splay over my spread lower lips. Inch by inch, he slides his finger in, teasing me, tormenting me. It’s not enough. It will never be enough. Heat spreads over my skin, turning me into a blazing mass of aching need.

“I will give you the pain you need. Trust me. Trust Daddy. Daddy always knows best.” Pulling his finger out, he notches two at my entrance. “You are never to cut yourself again. If you need release, you will ask me. I will never deny you my beautiful omega. I crave nothing more than to have you a quivering puddle at my feet.”

With a groan, he sinks his digits deep into my pussy, making my soft moans intermingle with his feral sounds.

“Daddy will always take care of his little girl. Whether that’s pleasuring you, punishing you, or making sure you meet with your therapist weekly. More if needed. Your anxiety is nothing I’m scared of. I can handle that and more. I can handle you. Now ride my fingers, baby. Take the pleasure you need from me.”

Leaning back against his shoulder, I cry out as I move my hips in tandem with his insistent thrusts. So full, and yet not full enough. A loud moan ripples through the air as my pussy clenches around his thick fingers. I want his cock. I need his cock. I need him.

I fucking need Daddy.