Chapter 15
The Exposure
Killian
Seeing Jenna lower her head in submission and say the word I want to hear—yes—makes my cock grow achingly hard. There’s something utterly tantalizing about having her ask me to do the most vile, humiliating things to her. I almost can’t believe I have her here again, at my mercy.
I’ve played with lots of girls since that night five years ago, constantly chasing that same high.
Women my age, older women, girls I picked up at bars, girls I met online, some I paid, and some so cheap I didn’t have to give them a penny.
You name it, I’ve done it—as long as they were willing to let me do kinky shit to them.
But no matter how many girls I’ve whipped, gagged, or fucked in the ass, I haven’t come close to reaching that same high of the first night with Jenna.
I’ve even dragged girls downstairs by a leash with cum and spit all over their faces to relish in their utter humiliation when I presented them to Dad and made them kiss his shoes. Still, nothing compared.
I had come to the conclusion that it must be because that night with Jenna was my first kinky experience.
Or maybe it was the added rush of ruining her life.
But as I watch her now, vulnerable and eager to please, I realize neither was the problem.
Before that night with Jenna, I found her meek and demure.
A pathetic little pleaser. And that was exactly what made the thrill so high. Tainting all that pure innocence.
Dad leaves the room and comes back a moment later, handing me a small steel butt plug. I smile at the sight of the pink gem at the base. It’s perfect for innocent Jenna.
I don’t know how Dad and I came to be comfortable about sharing sexual experiences like this.
Maybe it stems from the fact that we’ve always been close.
Growing up and spending all my free time playing the piano, I didn’t have many friends, and Dad was often the only person I’d see outside school for weeks, and he always travelled with me abroad for piano competitions and recitals.
When I found his toys at the age of sixteen, he openly answered all my questions.
And those toys were the solution when Jenna became a threat to everything I—we—had worked for.
And since I had to tell him all about the precarious situation and what I’d done—how it turned me on and made me come all over her—kink became a natural subject between us.
Forcing my play partners downstairs and presenting them to him was probably what solidified the pattern.
Dad was visibly outraged the first time, but when I told the girl to lick his shoes, he couldn’t resist. He’s as fucked up as I am in that way.
Or maybe it’s the other way around. After all, he’s the one who has taught me all the finer details of how to make a woman bend to my will and accept the degrading things I want to subject her to.
We’ve never shared a woman, but my eagerness to learn—and his eagerness to make sure I don’t cross too many limits—has made BDSM a common subject at the dinner table.
And he was the one who gave me the advice that made our initial plan with Jenna unfurl seamlessly.
It was only a few hurried tips, but I took them to heart as my default approach of getting wavering girls to accept the shitty things I wanted to do to them.
Talk softly and treat her like a princess and she’ll be like putty in your hands.
I can be patient like that to make sure I’ll get what I want in the end, but with Jenna, I’ve already waited too long.
I’m sick of all the times Dad has said the words ‘slow and gentle’ when planning this exact moment.
But as much as I’m sick of it, I’m also too eager to have her to risk fucking it up, so I rein in the fiery need burning in my veins when I tell her to get into position.
“Lean over. Ass in the air so Dad can really get a good view.”
A surge of triumph rushes through me when she gingerly leans forward, presses her hands to the floor, and lifts her ass.
She has no idea what she’s in for. After five years of practice, I’ve become quite the skilled humiliator.
I’m nothing like Dad yet—I haven’t mastered that steadfast patience that can make a woman give in to anything—but I know how to wield the tools I have at my disposal.
“Pull your pants down. Panties too,” I order, a bit annoyed she’s not wearing a skirt that I can simply flip up.
“No more pants from now on.” I glance up at Dad, hoping he’ll agree.
When he nods, I add, “Only skirts and dresses and pretty panties. No pantyhose.” She gingerly slips her coverage off, one item at a time.
My impatience grows, and I slap her ass when it’s finally bare. “Part those ass cheeks.”
She whimpers in real humiliation—none of that fake shit like many of those cheap girls I’ve played with. It makes my dick strain against my pants, and I have to suppress a grunt as she leans down to rest her head on the floor, reaching back to spread her cheeks. Just slightly.
I slap her ass harder. “More.”
Another whimper escapes her as she parts them further.
“Are you just as wet as the last time, princess?”
“No,” she ardently denies, but when I lean forward and reach under her, I feel the wetness dripping from her pussy even before I touch it.
Grabbing the back of her neck, I lean over her. “What was the first rule Dad taught you?”
“I-I don’t know,” she says in a thin voice.
Lifting my head, I say, “Dad, will you remind her of your first rule?”
He goes to get one of his canes that he conveniently keeps in an umbrella stand behind his desk.
Jenna’s back quivers with her quickened breaths as he comes up behind her and brackets her feet with his.
He tuts. “This is not boding well. Barely ten minutes and you’re already breaking the one rule I’ve given you.”
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she gushes.
He nudges her hands aside with the cane, and when he rests it against the side of her ass, she scrambles to get away. But she’s not going anywhere. I grab the back of her neck, and he sets a foot down on her calves.
“No,” she whimpers, but Dad is not merciful. Unlike me, he can be tender and caring, but not merciful.
Lifting the cane, he swishes it down on her ass, making her erupt into the most delicious, startled scream.
She jerks to get free, but there’s no escape. Dad swishes the cane five more times, creating six pretty sets of parallel stripes along the sides of her ass. Jenna screams through the whole ordeal, and when Dad steps away, she’s shuddering and sniffling.
I tighten my grip on the back of her neck. “Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes. Yes. I have. I’m sorry. So sorry.”
I laugh to myself. I think she actually means it. It’s not just that she’s scared of more pain. She seems genuinely regretful as she keeps apologizing profusely.
“I’m sorry. So, so sorry.”
“Shut up and spread those cheeks,” I growl, getting annoyed at the repetition.
She scrambles to obey, and I lean down over her again to push the butt plug into her pussy, coating it in her slick juices.
She starts whimpering and squirming when I position it against her puckered hole, her little hands tightening as she struggles to remain obedient.
“She’s tight,” Dad says as I apply steady pressure. “Go a little slower.”
I grin at him, knowing what he’s doing—reminding her that he sees every little thing. The effect is instant. Her shaking head reveals how the humiliation is getting to her.
“Yes, Dad,” I say to drive it home, reminding her how fucked-up this situation is. I adjust the plug against her narrow hole and start pushing, very slowly.
“Have you had anything up there since Killian broke you in?” Dad asks.
Her hands ball into fists. “No.”
“Good, then he gets to be the first one to take you in that hole.”
My grin lingers. I love anal play. I guess I’m kind of obsessed. I never told Dad directly, but he must have gathered as much from all the times I’ve asked about anal toys, and I think he’s seen my collection of plugs, hooks, beads, and enema kits.
“How many men have you had in your pussy?” he asks, tapping the cane lightly between Jenna’s legs.
“O-one,” she stutters.
“One?” Dad repeats with surprise.
“B-before that night.”
“Did he make you come?”
“No.”
“Was it any good at all?”
“N-no,” she repeats.
“How long was he inside you?”
“I-I don’t know. One, two minutes.”
A smile spreads over his face. “One bad fuck. Five years. Then you’re almost a virgin. This hole will be mine then. I’ll claim your secondhand virginity once I decide it’s time.”
Shit. We really fucked her up. But even though I’m a bit shocked, I can’t help but smile. Because now she’s ours. We have a whole world of firsts to introduce her to.
Plugging her tight little asshole in front of Dad will be the first one.
“Relax,” I tell Jenna as I massage her sphincter with the toy and it remains tight.
“Maybe she needs a little help.” Dad pokes the cane between her legs. A moan erupts from her, accompanied by a jerk, and I’m guessing he’s found her clit. The stimulation helps. It only takes me two more minutes of probing and turning the plug before it pops in.
I finish with a smack on her ass. “There we go. All nice and pretty. What do you think, Dad? Maybe she should wear it when you continue the piano lessons?”