Chapter 4
4
T his is a spectacularly bad idea. When I got into this maze, my resolve snapped. Why did it have to be a godsdamn labyrinth? There’s something primal inside me that tells me Ariana’s my sacrifice, demanding that I claim her. The more we’ve wandered around in the tight corridors, where there’s no room for me to keep my distance, the harder it’s gotten to keep my control.
Now that Ariana told me she wants me, the need for her buzzes through me like a live wire. Still, I’m not only a beast driven by instinct, so I have to double-check that she truly wants this. “You sure, Ari?” I murmur, drawing her trapped hand down my chest in a slow drag. Her thick eyelashes flutter as she gazes up at me with wide eyes, waiting to see what I do next. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
I want to lean in and kiss her, but don’t know how she’d react to my bull snout mashing against her face. As much as I prefer being without my glamor, I wish it were back up so I could kiss her pouty frown away. My tongue darts out to wet my lips at the thought. “You matter to me…this isn’t a?—”
“For fuck’s sake, Wes!” she says, cutting me off with an exasperated huff. “Just show me or shut up and let me finish this damn puzzle.”
Well, that answers that question.
I laugh, the sound coming out tinged with my need for her. “Someone needs to teach you some manners. Say ‘please’.”
Red splotches cover her pale cheeks, and I can’t help how much it turns me on. I want to see that same red on her thick ass as I spank her.
“I’m not going to say that!” she says in an indignant squeak. She bites her lip, refusing to break eye contact even though I can tell she’s squirming at the heat in my gaze. It’s fucking delicious. I want her to fight me so I can discipline her, then soothe away the pain and make her beg in other ways.
I grab her waist with my free hand and pull her in closer. “You’re right. Say ‘please, daddy ’.” Being Ariana’s daddy is my deepest fantasy, and I can’t help testing to see how she reacts to the idea.
The way her breath hitches and the hint of her arousal in the air between us makes my cock threaten to burst out of my pants. I swear I feel the inseam start to tear.
She scoffs at me, which I expected. I wanted her to. It’ll make her obedience that much hotter. “Next you’ll be asking me for a safeword,” she says, like the thought is ridiculous.
It’s not. My fingers knead into her waist, and fuck, she feels so good. She’s all thick curves and softness underneath my massive hand. I need to be careful with her. I’m so much bigger and stronger than her, and as much as I want to torture her sexy body, the idea of hurting her beyond some consensual pain play terrifies me. If I want her to call me daddy, I need to keep her safe.
I nod. “Good thinking. Seeing as you’re in a maze with a minotaur, how about yarn?” I chuckle at my own dumb joke. “Or you can tap my thigh three times if you can’t speak.”
“W-why wouldn’t I be able to speak?” Ariana asks, her voice trembling slightly. I hope that it’s from excitement rather than discomfort.
“Oh sweetheart, I think you know why.” I savor the look on her face as understanding dawns in her eyes. I don’t say anything else, just hold still and wait. It’s a test to see if she wants the same things I do. I won’t push her if she doesn’t like it, but gods, I hope she does.
A tense few seconds pass in silence before she breaks. “Please…I want you to show me. Please, d-daddy.” She stumbles over the word a little, but that only makes it sound more incredible.
“Good girl,” I rasp, and bring her hand down from my chest to rest on top of my clothed cock.
“Holy shit, y-you’re…you aren’t joking about…” Ariana blinks up at me rapidly, her insistent disbelief of my attraction to her melting into hesitant hope.
My cock throbs at the feel of her hand resting atop me. “Yeah,” I finish for her, my voice rough. “Been wanting you for so long, Ari.” Some of my deep affection for my stubborn, clueless crush bleeds into my voice, despite my best efforts to keep it restrained.
Her brow furrows. “Why?” she asks, and there’s no defensive huff or combativeness to her tone now. Just pure, heartbreaking confusion. Who made her think she wasn’t desirable?
I release the hand holding hers over my cock, and bring it up to stroke her cheek. “The better question is, why wouldn’t I want you? Can you really not see how great you are? I’m not talking about your looks—though gods, the thought of you letting me see you naked is making it hard for me to control myself. I’m talking about you , Ari. You’re tough, talented, hardworking, funny, and caring. Even when you pretend that I drive you crazy, I always know you have my back. Not just because I’m Doug’s best friend, but because you’ve got an amazing heart.” I clear my throat after my confession, feeling shy as her mouth falls open in surprise. I give her a wink, adding, “and an amazing rack.”
“Dammit Wes,” she says softly, and to my horror, tears well in her eyes. “You’re going to make me cry in a damn escape room because you’re being so sweet to me and my brain can’t keep up.”
I swipe one of her tears away and grin down at her. “The only tears I wanted to see from you were when you’re choking on my cock, baby girl.”
She lets out a strained laugh and shoves at my chest, though she’s not strong enough to move me. “It’d be impossible not to. That thing is absurd!”
“I bet you could handle it,” I say, using the hand on her waist to pull her flush with my body. Her stomach presses into my cock, the height difference a stark reminder of how much smaller she is than me.
Am I too big for her? Does it even matter? I’ll take Ariana any way she’ll let me. If my cock won’t fit inside her, I’ll fuck her with my fingers and tongue, and then maybe she’ll let me stroke myself until I come on her tits. My cock throbs at the thought .
She squirms and I fight not to grind myself against her. “I…I want to try. To handle it.”
I raise a brow at her, my impatient dick rejoicing at her words. “That’s my girl. Take out daddy’s cock and show him how eager you are to try.”
There’s a flicker of hesitation, but then she nods. She brings her hands down and her fingers shake a little as she fumbles with my belt. When she gets it undone and eases the fly down, I stroke her hair. “Good girl.”
Her breath hitches and she bites her lip, still keeping her eyes locked with mine as she slips her fingers into my boxer briefs and wraps them around my swollen cock. I hold back a hiss of relief as she eases my cock out into her waiting palm, which can barely hold my girth.
My fingers slip under the elastic that’s holding her hair in place and I tug it off, letting her faded pink tresses fall loose. The way it cascades down makes her look adorably messy, and my heart flutters at the sight.
“Fuck, you’re huge,” she says, hands exploring my length. Her eyes go even wider when she feels the metal barbell piercing at the tip, and she finally drops her gaze to glance down at my dick.
“Like what you see?” I ask as calmly as possible, aching for her to tighten her grip on me and give me some relief.
“It’s alright, I guess,” she says, mouth twisting into a teasing frown.
I grip her hair at the nape of her neck and force her to look back up at me. “So rude. Rude girls don’t get daddy’s cock. They get punished.”
“How would you punish me?” she asks, eyes wide with aroused interest .
“I’d bend you over and spank that pretty ass of yours until you learned to be a good girl. Then, if you’re lucky and if you’ve shown me you can behave, I’ll give you my cock.” The thought makes my balls ache with the need for release.
“I’ll be good,” she says, her voice saccharine.
“Hah, sure you will.” I give her an assessing look, her hair still in my grip to keep her eyes locked on mine. “Ari, you gotta promise me you’ll use the safeword or signal if I do anything you don’t want or you need to stop. I’m not going to do anything crazy tonight, but I need to make sure you’re okay if we’re doing this.”
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips and once again I wish I were in my glamor so I could kiss her.
“Y-yeah. I promise. Yarn or three taps to stop.” A wicked grin crosses her lips when I nod in approval. “Can I suck your cock now, daddy ?”
Fuck, I shouldn’t have told her to call me that. I’m going to nut all over her face the second her mouth gets near my dick at this rate. Still, I can’t say no to her.
“Go ahead, baby girl. Make me nice and slick for when I fuck your pretty little human pussy.”
I release her hair and she sinks down to kneel in front of me. I groan at the sight of one of my favorite dirty fantasies brought to life. Though my imagination couldn’t compare with how incredible she looks, her green eyes sparkling with mischief and nerves, her cheeks flushed, and her breasts rising and falling in shallow, excited breaths. I need to bend my knees some to be the right height for her to take me in her mouth, but it’s worth it. I’m just glad I don’t skip leg day.
My cock bobs as she stares at it, but I don’t rush her. I hope she likes what she sees, because I certainly like her looking at me. I let out a relieved sigh when she finally takes me in hand again, her dainty fingers doing their best to grip my length while her other hand reaches up to cup my balls, testing the weight of them in her palm.
I hold myself perfectly still, anticipation making my thighs clench as she brings her mouth to the head of my cock, her tongue darting out to lick off a bead of pre-cum. She makes a pleased humming sound before swirling her tongue around the head, then teases around my piercing and frenulum.
“Fuck, sweetheart. That’s it,” I groan, threading my fingers back through her hair to hold it out of her face. Her eyes rise to meet mine as she takes the whole head of my cock into her mouth, her lips stretching wide to accommodate even that much of me. It’s an image that will be burned in my brain for the rest of my life—Ariana looking so eager and willing as I fill her mouth to the brim.
I reach down with my free hand to stroke her cheek, and her eyelashes flutter shut at the intimate touch. She tries to take me down further but doesn’t get far before she gags, and I gently tug her off of me with the hand in her hair.
She gasps and looks up at me in confusion, a trail of spit connecting her mouth to my cock.
“You don’t have to choke yourself on me, baby. I know I’m too big for you to take much. Whatever you can give me is perfect,” I murmur. Sure, I’d be lying if the thought of her gagging on my dick as she sucks me off didn’t have any appeal, but I don’t want her doing it just because she thinks she has to.
She rolls her eyes at me. “Did I use the signal? It’s not like you were forcing me to do it. I…I want to do the best job I can. I want to please you…daddy.”
Fucking hell, I’m going to come all over her pretty face .
“You are, baby.” I stroke her cheek again, then tug her lower lip down with my thumb. “But if you roll your eyes at me again, I’m going to put you over my knee.”
She inhales sharply at the threat.
“Put my cock back in your mouth and don’t take me any deeper than you comfortably can.” I guide her mouth back to my dick and she eagerly sucks me back inside. She brings both hands up to wrap around my cock, stroking me in tandem with what her mouth can’t reach.
“Mmm, that’s perfect. You’re perfect. So pretty on your knees for me, working daddy’s cock like you were born to do it. Do you like making daddy feel good?”
Ariana moans against me, pulling off for a moment to lick a long stripe from the base of my cock to the tip. The length of my cock is bigger than her face, and I groan as she drops down to lick along the seam of my balls. “Fuck yes. Look at you, baby girl. You’re gonna make daddy nut all over your pretty face.”
“I want that. Please,” she says, looking up at me with wide eyes as she works my dick with both hands and then takes it back inside her warm, wet mouth.
It’s too much. As much as I’d love to coat her in my cum right now, I want to be inside her even more. But first, I want her gasping my name as she comes.
I ease her off of me. “Enough.”
She pouts. “But I want to make you come.”
“I said enough,” I rasp, but she glares at me and darts her tongue out to lick the tip.
I tighten the fist in her hair, and she gasps as I yank her away. “That’s it. I’ve warned you multiple times, but you keep disobeying me. Stand up and put your hands on the wall. ”
“Wh-what? No! I didn’t—” Ariana says.
My cock throbs at the defiant excitement in her voice, but I cut her off. “You heard me. Do it before I decide to make your punishment worse.”
Fuck, I can’t wait to see how she takes my discipline.