Chapter 5
5
I just had Wesley’s dick in my mouth. His enormous, pierced dick. I’m tempted to pinch myself because my secret crush confessing to wanting me back, telling me to call him daddy, and punishing me when I disobey him is something from my dirtiest dreams. But it’s real, and it’s happening.
Holy shit.
I never thought I’d be the kind of girl to suck someone off in an escape room, but these are extenuating circumstances. He’s saying everything I’ve desperately wanted to hear from him, he looks so damn good, and it’s Valentine’s Day! Can you really blame me for going for it?
Part of me worries that the moment we leave this place, Wesley will come to his senses and realize it was me he’s doing all these things with, and not some hot fitness model from his gym. I need to seize the opportunity while I have it, because it’s probably the only chance I’ll get.
That depressing thought doesn’t linger for long when I see how ragged Wesley’s breaths are as I stand. I want to tear his tight shirt off to run my hands along the broad expanse of his chest and stomach, but I doubt he’d let me. The dark, hungry look in his eyes makes my clit throb as I turn away from him and press my hands against the wall, bending at the waist so my ass is pointed back at him.
“Good girl,” he rasps, stepping behind me. His delicious heat radiates across my back and I wish he’d press his whole body against mine so I could soak it in even more. My traitorous mind wanders to thoughts of him snuggled up next to me in bed on a cold morning, his tail twined around my leg as he holds me cradled against his chest. But he didn’t say anything about wanting me beyond sex, so I should focus on that and stop getting ahead of myself.
I return to the present when he starts to take off the sweatshirt I have wrapped around my waist and I remember the giant hole in my leggings. “W-wait!” I squeak, face flaming.
“That’s not your safeword, Ari.” Wesley tugs it the rest of the way off and tosses it to the side. He grabs my hips and yanks them back further so my ass is presented even more to him. I inhale sharply as I feel cool air on my inner thighs, and I know he’ll be able to see the giant hole.
“What’s this?” he asks, hands sliding across my ass to grab the backs of my thighs and spread them wider. I gasp as he runs a finger across the bare skin exposed by the tear. “My naughty girl isn’t even wearing any panties. Did you wear this, hoping you could tease me with a flash of your pretty pussy?”
“N-no! It’s laundry day and I-I didn’t have any clean ones!”
Wesley’s finger dips in further until he’s just shy of touching me where I ache for him. “Hmm, sounds like you need someone to help take care of you. If I were your daddy, I wouldn’t let you leave the house in ripped leggings and no panties. Only dirty sluts who want to get fucked go out like that, baby girl.”
If I were your daddy. God, why does that sound so good? I don’t need a man to take care of me. I can do it on my own…but fuck, it would be so nice to let him help me. To know that someone else has things under control. To know that I don’t have to do everything on my own and I can just relax for a bit.
He laughs darkly as I whimper and feel myself grow even wetter. “You like the sound of that, don’t you? You need daddy to take care of you?”
My hips rock back as I beg him to touch me. “Yes. Please, daddy.”
“If you’re good for me and take your punishment, I will. I’m going to give you ten, and I want you to count them for me.”
“Ten what—ah!” My question is cut off when Wesley’s palm collides with my ass in a stinging crack. “Ow, that hurts!”
“That’s the point, baby girl. Otherwise, how are you going to learn? Count it.”
“One,” I say quietly, tensing up as he removes his hand and I try to prepare for another strike.
He waits for what feels like an eternity, leaving me squirming with anticipation. Like lightning, his hand collides with my other ass cheek and I cry out. The pain shocks me, but what shocks me even more is how turned on it makes me. “T-two,” I remember to say after Wesley makes an agitated huff behind me. Three more strikes come in quick succession, and I count them, my breaths coming out in shuddering exhales.
“You’re doing so well. Need to see how pink that pretty ass is getting,” he murmurs. I flinch as I feel him move, but instead of another spank, he hooks his fingers under the waistband of my leggings and tugs them off.
“Fuck,” he says in a low curse, gliding a hand down to knead my tender backside. “Been dreaming of marking this bratty ass.”
“W-Wes, I-I…” I feel shaky and like I’m going to combust as he grabs my ass cheeks and spreads me open, knowing how exposed I am to him.
“Shh baby, I know what you need. Take your last five and I’ll give you your reward.”
I nod and he spanks me again, the blow landing so close to my pussy it makes me want to cry with unfulfilled need. The last four strikes bleed together as the pain and pleasure swell inside me. I barely recognize myself as I beg for more after I count. When I reach ten, tears prick my eyes and I feel like I could come in an instant if he’d just touch me.
“Good girl. Fuck, such a good girl,” Wesley groans behind me. Without warning, he drops down to his knees and buries his face between my legs, giving my pussy a swipe with his wide, textured tongue.
I almost collapse forward, and he wraps an arm around my waist to steady me. There’s a flicker of worry about the bush I’m rocking after almost a year of not dating, but he doesn’t seem to give a shit. “Mmm, knew I was gonna get addicted to this pussy. You taste so good. I want you dripping all over my face until all I can smell for days is your cunt.”
“W-Wesley!” I moan his name as he eats me out like he’s starving. He alternates between fucking his tongue inside me and lapping at my clit until I’m a shaking, mewling mess.
It takes him embarrassingly little time to make me come, but I’m so worked up that I can’t fight the cascade of pleasure when it hits. He has to hold me steady as stars dance behind my eyes and I tumble over the edge with a deep moan.
He doesn’t give me time to come down all the way, standing almost immediately and turning me around to face him. He’s wild-eyed and his cock looks almost painfully engorged, dripping copious amounts of pre-cum. “Ari, I…we don’t have to?—”
“Fuck me, daddy,” I say, cutting him off from whatever concerned, gentlemanly thing he was about to say. I know I’ll be feeling it for days, but I want him inside me so bad I could scream.
His nostrils flare, and it’s the only warning I have before his massive arms grab under my ass and lift me into the air. I wrap my legs around his waist and throw my arms around his neck with a startled squeal.
“What are you doing?!” I ask, wide-eyed.
“What do you think I’m doing? I’m going to fuck you.”
“But I’m too heavy!” The protest falls from my lips before I can think better of it. Decades of conditioning have made me worry about the size of my body, self-love and body positivity be damned.
His stern dom demeanor breaks for a moment. “You’ve got to be shitting me, Ari. I’m twice your size. I can deadlift over a thousand pounds. So shut up and let me fuck you.”
“O-okay, fine. Sorry for doubting your gym bro credentials!” I snap back at him.
He laughs, and the sound causes my own giggle to erupt out of me. Wesley dips his head to nuzzle against my neck and my heart surges with how right this feels .
At least mentally. The beast of a dick currently trapped against my belly may prove otherwise, but I want to try.
Wesley presses my back against the wall, pinning me there so he can free a hand to yank down my top and bare my tits. “Godsdamn, that’s a pretty sight,” he murmurs, roughly palming one of my breasts. I arch my back into his touch and he laughs. “Gonna fuck these tits some day. But I need your pussy right now.”
He hoists me further up his waist to position his cock at my entrance. I gasp as he lines himself up and I feel the blunt tip press inside a fraction. Fuck, he’s so big.
He lifts me up and presses me back down on just the head of his cock again, groaning into my neck as he restrains himself from thrusting inside any further.
It’s already a stretch, but I want more. “Please, daddy. Please put it inside me. I’m so empty.”
“Fuck, baby girl. I don’t know if you’re ready for my cock,” he says in a deep growl. I can’t tell if he’s just playing the game or if he’s genuinely worried he won’t fit.
Screw that. I want to do this. I’ve wanted him for years. “I can take it. I want to be good for you, daddy. I want you to stretch me open and fill me up until I feel hollow without your cock inside me.”
“Dammit, I can’t say no when you ask so sweetly.” His hips thrust more insistently, and he presses inside me another inch.
It burns, but I don’t care. “More,” I beg in a half sob, half moan.
He lifts me up and plunges me back down onto him with a rough grunt. “That better, baby girl?”
I’m stretched so wide and the pain is melting together with my delirious desire. I wish he could fit all the way inside, but even I know my limits. He’s so thick and long, and he’ll hit my cervix if he goes deeper.
“Ahh, oh god!” I cry out as he starts working me up and down on his cock like I’m nothing more than a toy for his pleasure.
“You’re taking daddy’s cock so well. Such a good girl. You were made to take me, baby girl. Gonna fuck this pussy every day for the rest of my godsdamn life.”
I keen at the sensation of him working inside me, and at the thought that this isn’t just a one-time thing for him. The piercing on his cock rubs against my g-spot with each thrust. I want this to last forever. I never want to stop feeling Wes’s cock inside me, never want him to stop whispering dirty praise, never want to stop being his baby girl.
I usually need to touch my clit to get off, so I’m shocked when my orgasm tears through me. “F-fuck, oh my god, Wes, fuck, I’m coming!” I cry in disbelief, my pussy clamping hard around him as I shake with my release, a gush of wetness escaping me. Did he just make me squirt?!
“That’s it, soak my cock,” he says, voice rough and breath heavy as he continues to work me over his length. I go limp in his arms as he thrusts inside me, unable to do anything but cling onto him as I ride out my pleasure.
He grunts and curses. “I’m not gonna last. You’re too good. Where do you want me to come?”
I want to beg him to come inside me, but don’t know if that’d freak him out. We haven’t talked about contraception, though Kelly helped me with a ward against pregnancy and disease. Telling him to fuck his cum into me is probably too much for a quickie in an escape room, no matter how hot it would be.
“On my tits,” I gasp.
He groans and nods, then pulls out of me, setting me down on the floor. I watch him give his cock a few rough tugs as I press my breasts together. “Fuck, baby girl, here it comes. You ready for it? ”
God, I’m so ready. “Yes, daddy.”
He tugs his cock one more time before it erupts, hot cum jetting out to coat my neck and breasts. I bring a hand up to squeeze his balls gently, coaxing him to give me everything he has. His eyes flare and he lets out a low moan as he shoots even more of his load onto my tits. I’m a mess by the time he finally stops, cum dripping down my chest and stomach, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I feel claimed and cherished by him as he looks down at me in a daze and threads a hand through my hair. “Gods, Ari. You’re incredible. Such a perfect girl.”
As absurd as it sounds, with him looking at me like that, I do feel perfect.