Chapter 10 #3
It’s one finger, in and out, tongue and lips, and then he’s pushing somewhere inside me that makes me gasp and tense my muscles.
He’s rubbing it, whatever this magical spot is, as his mouth works its own separate sort of voodoo and I’m transported to a mindless, lusting, feral part of me, one I never dreamt could exist.
Daddy. Daddy. Daddy.Daddydaddydaddy….
I repeat his name inside my lust-addled brain while my hips buck, grinding into his generous mouth as my chest arches to the ceiling and my skin feels like it’s coming alive. There’s an urgent anxiety building, stabbing, twisting and racing inside of me toward an invisible finish line.
“This cunt is mine,” I hear him in the midst of my own screams, and Merrick’s mouth draws my clit inward, tongue lapping and destroying me in one second while my body gives in to the inner tugging in my center.
His mouth, his words are desperate.
Needy.
Demanding.
He devours me as he pulls me against his mouth, impossibly tight, like he wants me permanently attached to his face. He’s moaning with me, even louder, lower, vibrating as the pleasure he seems to take from my own pushes me over the edge into a trembling, gut-wrenching orgasm.
I hold my breath for that last delicious second before the cliff dive has me falling.
Falling. Flailing. Pleasure ripping from me in waves.
I’m reaching, grasping for something that isn’t there. I’m aware of every cell in my body…every atom as it spins and the tsunami takes me away.
There’s no air, no light, no sound, just the black hole of deliciousness he’s given me with his mouth. I will never look at his lips and tongue the same again. They are a priceless mechanism of deviant pleasure, I don’t believe my mind will ever function the same again.
As I heave and pant, screams burn my throat, Merrick drawing my overwhelmed clit back into his lips and the pleasure turns into a desperate pain.
“God, please, stop!” I bellow, my lungs desperate to pull oxygen from the air.
But they fail, and I’m suffocating. Kicking at him, slapping at his head.
“I can’t breathe…” I manage, pulling at the fabric under me, panicking, my eyes unfocused on the ceiling which seems to be undulating like I’ve entered some decadent, sexual version of Alice’s crazy wonderland.
“You’ve made such a beautiful mess, little one. You make me so happy.” I hear Merrick’s voice like it’s far away, calling me closer, urging calm into my body. I’m not even sure how much time has passed since I lost myself in the vortex.
An hour?
A day?
A split second and an eternity all at the same time. I’m trying to make sense of time and space again as it exists here on earth and I realize, I’m still engulfed in a cloud of lust.
I want something else.
My body needs something else.
“I want you inside me, Daddy,” I manage, my voice small, playing another part as I heave in and out, hot breaths searing my lungs as my skin feels feverish.
Hot and cold at the same time, as I finally focus, looking down and seeing Merrick on his knees between my spread legs, his face slick with my juices.
“I’m going inside of you, baby. You’re the most perfect, beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and I’m claiming all of you. Your cherry is mine, but more than that, your sweet, virgin cunt is going to take me raw. All of me. For all of you.”
A flutter of new pleasure bolts through me and I feel like I’m on a rollercoaster, the car chugging toward the top of the tallest peak, the ride surging forward; there’s no stopping, no getting off. It’s too late as your belly flips and the ultimate free fall awaits just in front of you.
He braces his arms on the sides of my body, leaning down for his mouth to consume mine.
I taste myself on him as he feeds me his tongue and the tension builds inside of me again.
I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted him.
My body is desperate to feel him pushing inside me, and his enormous weight on top of me gives me that wonderful, dangerous, helpless feeling, like he could do anything he wanted to me and I would not be able to stop him.
But even as the forbidden fantasy tantalizes me, somehow he feels like home. Like I’ve finally found the person, not the place, that gives me roots. Something I’ve never had.
Our tongues lash and twist together. He’s demanding in his kiss, aggressive and unapologetic, as he centers his weight on top of me then pulls back, looking into my soul with eyes I remember from my dreams.
“You filled my mouth with your honey, little one. That made Daddy very happy. Now you’re going to have to be brave, you’re going to make me happy again. My cock is going inside that tight little hole of yours and I’m not sure I’ll be able to go slow.”
There’s pain in his eyes, his face looks twisted and conflicted as the tendons in his neck stand out.
I draw a sharp breath as he reaches down and the first brush of his cock is at my entrance. He shifts, hands behind my knees, pushing my legs upward, wide, wider, as he struggles to get his massive form into position.
“Daddy loves you.” His words stab into places I’ve kept hidden for so long as his shaft stabs into my virginity, a blaze of emotions engulfing me along with the pain of his entry. “Fuck, baby. Jesus, I’m sorry. You teased me too much. I can’t stop. Daddy loves you.”
He says it again as I scream his name and he rips through my resistance. Arrows of white-hot pain spear outward in every direction as his forest-green eyes control mine with a look of such power and reverence I feel like a priceless treasure, sent here as an offering to a devil.
The pain is buckling inside of me as he holds my legs wide and he strains to push forward. I don’t know what to do with my hands for a moment, finally bringing them to rest on his jaw.
I feel the hard flex of the muscle, the vibration as he grinds his teeth together, and I’ve never wanted to please someone as much as I do right now.
“Fuck me,” I bite out, surprising myself with the filthy request. “I want you to fuck me, Daddy. Make me yours, all yours. Your special girl, always and forever.”
“Fuck, baby.” His hips drive forward on a grimace. “You are so perfect. I can’t stop…fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He drops his head into the nape of my neck, hot breaths and low growls mixing against my flesh as pain darts into my core and I take another thrust. Then another and another, until sobs are caught in my chest and I reach down to grip my legs behind the knees, giving all of myself over to him even as the pain drives the air from my lungs.
Merrick’s hands slip between the bedding and my back, engulfing me in an embrace, pressing our bodies together as his flesh moves against mine. The wet sounds of our bodies moving together fill my ears as the sweet scent of sweat and sex tickle my nose and the binding feels complete.
His body covers me, his cock filling me as his arms clutch at my soft flesh, and I feel like I am part of him. I’m no longer me, I’m an extension of this man and I never want this moment to end.
I feel utterly, completely, primally owned by him. I feel safe in a way I’ve never experienced as he strokes his thick manhood in and out of me, grunting and cursing into my ear the most wondrous and filthy things, and before I know it, I’m pushed to the edge.
“The first time I saw you, I became someone else.” He pushes up, breathing the words into the air between us as he thrusts, filling me with him. “When you danced and looked at me, I wanted everything from you. Everything with you.”
His lips crush to mine, strained breaths sighing through his nose as he starts to pump faster, faster, as I do my best to hold myself wide, wanting him deep, deeper, into parts of me I’ve never thought about before, pushing the pain away...
My wetness flows around him, easing his demanding girth as he pummels me in the most delicious way.
“You may have teased men before, but you will never again, little one. You belong to me now, this pussy is mine, your heart, your soul…they are all mine to care for from now on. Mine to protect.”
He drives in and out, hot, fast, urgent, until our bodies are slick from forehead to feet, slipping and slapping as the bed bounces under his weighted effort and his lips slip from mine, kissing my forehead in such a delicious, sweet gesture, as he fucks me like a rag doll down below.
I’m his porcelain doll, his filthy whore, and it feels perfect.
I accept everything he’s giving, the pain and the pleasure, as the scruff of his beard rasps against my cheek and he clutches around my body, holding me against him like some human sex toy, the twist of tension spinning into a fury.
He drives into me, harder, needier, almost manic, as I feel myself tensing, ready to fly again when he groans into my ear.
“Daddy’s coming inside you, baby. I can’t stop, I’m so close, princess, come with me. I want to feel you come on my cock, your little girl cunt milking my cum from my balls.”
His words push me to my peak, and I wrap my legs around the hard muscle of his ass, pulling him impossibly deep as I throw my arms around his neck, clinging to him.
My body convulses, noises unlike anything I imagined I could make tear from my throat, and the first spray of his hot release coats the inside of my sex.
He grunts, grunts, then roars, as I scream and hold on for dear life.
Our bodies are running the show, there is no more civilized thought going on.
Merrick’s furious drives, in and out of me, bottom out in the most glorious pain as he ruts into me and I feel his spend seeping out, down my ass cheeks, slippery between us.
“Fuck, baby. Daddy is sorry, so sorry.”
My insides squeeze, lightning flashes in my eyes, and I bury my face into his chest as the thrill of knowing his seed is deep inside me rocks me into another wave of blinding orgasm. I’m trembling and digging my heels into his backside, unable to control myself.
“Are you okay?” His voice is thick and hoarse, tinted with remorse, but I want to ease his pain.
“I’m perfect. It was perfect.”
“I told you I didn’t think I could go slow.” He slips his hands from around my back, up my ribs, then somehow manages to grab me under my arms and flip us over, his cock still buried to the hilt as I straddle him, wincing.
I flatten my palms onto the hardness of his chest, feeling the brush of the hair between my fingers, his cock full and thick inside of me, still pulsing.
I look down at this gorgeous monster of a man and smile, the sting still fresh between my legs, but the pull for more of what he’s offering is stronger than my aversion to the pain.
“Can I take another horsey ride on you, Daddy?” I bite into my bottom lip, rocking my hips just a bit, slowly, as I see the vein in his forehead stand out.
“What do you say?” He reaches for my hips, easing them forward and back, his fingers digging in.
“Please, Daddy…”
“Good girl. Take your time, Daddy likes to watch.”