Feral Daddy

Chapter 1 How the hell did I get here?

How the hell did I get here?

Delaney

“Kneel for Daddy, my good little cum slut.” Doing as I was told, my hands trembled as I reached down to slide my high heels off.

I watched them tumble to the floor with a clatter that echoed throughout the playroom, making my tense muscles jump at the sound.

Slowly lowering to my knees with my head bowed in complete Submission to him, I felt my pussy start to pool with anticipation.

“Yes, Daddy.” I kept my gaze fixed down on the polished floor and didn’t dare look up. I was nervous. I could feel his focused glare burning into me. The tension between us made me flood with desire. Something about this turned me on in a way I’d never felt before.

“Mmm, good girl, you’re learning quickly,” a deep moan rumbled from the back of his throat. His tall figure eclipsed the spotlights that reflected off the floor from the ceiling. Watching the shadows from his movements only intensified my craving for him to unleash his carnal will on me.

I was both intimidated and excited. My body came alive and buzzed to my core, like a light was switched on inside of me, and I was so curious to feel more.

I kept my eyes lowered despite the strong urge to look up at him. I felt a rush of heat sweep over me that pulsated with eagerness. I was noticeably wet and ready for Dallas Kingston. All of him..

He used his fingers to tilt my head upwards, forcing me to look straight into his shiny chrome Ghostface mask. I closed my eyes, an instinctual attempt to subdue the growing need within me.

“Open your eyes, Delaney. I want you to look at me while you take my cock down that tight little throat of yours.” His fingers wrapped around my neck as he commanded the last part.

My eyes snapped open obediently, taking in the sight of his looming appearance, the mask just barely exposing his eyes.

“Mmm, that’s right, Sweetheart. Are you ready to take all of Daddy?”

I swallowed hard and licked my lips.

“Yes, Daddy,” I said no louder than a whimper while fighting the urge to squirm away. Suddenly, something unlocked inside me. Something fiery and unknown, and I wanted more.

“I love how responsive you are to me. Such a good girl,” he teased, letting out a guttural groan.

“Look, he likes it too,” he nodded. I followed the direction of his head tilt, taking in his glorious bulge that threatened to escape from his finely tailored dress pants.

“I’m gonna coat that tongue of yours, then watch my cum dribble down your chin as you taste your reward.” His words allured me.

“Give him a little kiss. Go on,” he said as he stretched his arms up to rest his hands on the nape of his neck, revealing all of his bulky muscles that surged temptingly with every movement.

My mouth watered as I gawked at this man in front of me. I’ve never wanted to touch someone so damn badly before,

What is happening?!

His abs rippled like an angry sea of waves.

God, I need him right now!

I reached up and started to unfasten his designer belt. My hands struggled nervously with the big metal buckle. Gently lowering his zipper, I tugged down his pants from his toned waist and released his cock.

As his girth bounced free inches from my face, I let out a surprised gasp. He chuckled, obviously humored by my reaction since it was one I assumed he was used to.

I bit my lip as I stared at the large erection in front of me.

How am I going to fit all of that in my mouth?

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, it’ll fit. And you’ll love it,” he assured me as if he were reading my thoughts. Being praised and degraded….felt oddly invigorating.

I grabbed his cock with both hands and gave it a gentle tug.

I had seen girls do it like that in porn videos before, so I thought I’d give it a try.

I might not have a lot of experience, but this man makes me so feral and confident in a way that I’ve never been.

I felt a whole new feisty side of me naturally guiding my motions.

A satisfied hiss escaped from his lips, giving me a clear sign that he enjoyed what my hands were doing.

Pressing my tongue to the tip of his member, I licked a bead of pre-cum that had gathered there, spreading his semen on the roof of my mouth.

He tasted salty and sweet, a yummy, savory flavor.

I wrapped my lips around his crown and slowly slid my tongue back and forth as I lowered down his throbbing cock.

When I used one hand to gently massage in circular motions and the other to cup his balls, I let the spit that dripped from my mouth gather at the base.

He said he liked it messy. How hard could this be?

I swirled my tongue in circles, continuing the same motion of my hand on his shaft. His robust body tensed. As his eyes rolled back, his head followed, exposing his pulsing, veiny throat. I clenched my thighs together, attempting to ease the burning need to be touched.

He laced his fingers in my hair, pulling roughly to gain control of my movements, and I welcomed the pleasurable sting. His hips thrust forward, forcing his cock to invade more of my mouth, violating the back of my throat. My eyes watered as I gagged, looking up at him.

His entire body flexed, and he let out an erotic moan just before filling my mouth with a warm liquid cumming onto my tongue. He quickly pulled back, springing free of my lips,

“Don’t you swallow that, Delaney,” he demanded sternly, searching my eyes before he continued, “Mmm, you’re Daddy’s good little cum slut aren’t you? Look at me!” his voice stern with the last part.

I quickly looked at where his eyes were behind the mask and nodded, my mouth still full of him. His praise and his powerful command both rang like music in my ears.

“Stick your tongue out and show me that you like being a filthy little cum slut,”

I instinctively obeyed, his cum dribbled down my chin onto my chest.

“Just like that, Daddy likes it messy,” he took his cock and slapped it against my tongue, splattering his load all over the both of us.

“Now swallow,” he commanded, “every last drop.”

I greedily swallowed down the sticky remnants, licking my lips afterward.

“Good girl,” he purred, rubbing his hand down the side of my head.

All of this should have made me feel disgusted or, at the very least, turned off, but instead, it set my body on fire, and I was frantic to have him inside of me. I yearned for every inch of this masked man.

He turned and walked away, and my eyes followed his every step. He picked up something I couldn’t see from a table in the corner of the room and returned to kneel with me, where I sat waiting for instructions.

“Let me clean this off of you,” he said, gently wiping a damp cloth across my face, exposing a tender side, a stark contradiction to the man he was only seconds ago.

Rising, he pulled me up alongside him. My hands trembled as he guided me toward a wall that, only then, I realized was covered in all sorts of adult toys.

Wherever my gaze fell, there were variations of whips, paddles, cuffs, floggers, and items I had never seen before. He stood studying my expressions as my eyes wandered the sight before me.

“I want to use some of these with you,” searching my eyes for a reaction, he took a deep breath and then let it out slowly. “Not today, though. You’re not quite ready yet.”

He grabbed a paddle from the wall, teasing me as he tested its impact on his palm. I jumped at the loud smack, exhaling a small, needy moan in response.

“Does that excite you, sweetheart?” he taunted.

My thighs clenched together; I tried to be subtle, but he didn’t miss it. Leaning forward he sniffed loudly with his eyes closed,

“Mmm. You smell so fucking good, Delaney. I can smell your sweet pussy from here.” My cheeks flushed. He was right; I was drenched. He could have asked me to do anything right then, and I would have gladly obliged. I needed him to touch me before I lost my mind.

My breathing stopped momentarily as he stepped closer. I tilted my head to meet his gaze.

“I want to see how needy you are for Daddy. Show me.”

From behind his mask, he commanded my actions like a puppet master. When he spoke, the rumble of his deep voice reverberated with an almost inhuman echo inside.

I reached my quivering hand between my thighs and raised the hem of my dress. I ran my fingers under the thin piece of lace that covered my most intimate parts and slipped them between my folds. I was so wet.

I felt my face heat as he stood watching.

When my hand reappeared, my fingers glistened in the dim lighting. He quickly grasped my hand and pulled it to his mouth beneath his mask, sucking on each finger one at a time and letting the last one go with a pop.

My body felt a shock wave from my head to my toes. Tingles spread from my fingertips straight to my core.

How the hell did I get here?!