Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Aria
She had wildly, wildly underestimated him.
When he’d originally laid out his plan for their scene, multiple orgasms had sounded amazing. What girl wouldn’t want a man to pleasure her until she couldn’t take another second?
The reality, however, was so much… more. Too much more, and she wasn’t sure she could survive another round.
And still, when he pushed something deep inside her, she couldn't bring herself to say the words that would actually stop him. Couldn’t make herself end the overwhelming pleasure he was forcing on her.
There was still so much left for her to learn.
So when the toy inside her buzzed to life, hitting both that magical spot in her pussy and her too-sensitive clit at the same time, she didn’t scream Red! even though her brain and her body were both insisting she should.
But when he moved the toy, slowly fucking her with it so the outside part stroked her swollen, aching clit, she couldn’t fight back the sob that rose in her throat.
“Daddy… please… I can’t. I can’t.”
Still gripping the toy, he leaned forward, bracing himself on his free hand as he dipped his head to brush a gentle kiss over her lips, leaving the taste of her own arousal lingering on her skin.
“You can, my beautiful princess. Because you want so badly to be a good girl for me, don’t you?
To know you took everything I gave you, and that I’m so very proud of you. ”
She didn’t. Or rather, she shouldn’t. Everything she’d been taught to believe, every principle she’d been raised on, had taught her to not give a fuck what a man thought of her.
But there was something inside her, something buried in the deepest recesses of her soul that craved exactly what he’d said she did. That longed for his praise, to know he was pleased with her. And she was too far gone, her brain too scrambled with pleasure to really question why.
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
When his smile spread, wide and approving, she knew she would suffer far worse indignities than this just for a glimpse of that smile. “Good girl.”
And for those words. God, the things those two words did to her insides, twisting her around and lighting her up all at the same time.
Pain melted into pleasure and she let her head fall back, let her eyes close as she surrendered to it. As she trembled and wept and fought her way through a third mind-shattering orgasm, her body going completely limp as he pulled the toy from her pussy.
“Stunning,” he murmured, running the still buzzing toy up her torso, making her shiver as little ripples of sensation spread over her skin. “Be a good girl and clean up your toys now, princess.”
Even if her brain hadn’t been so completely shattered from pleasure, she wasn’t sure she’d have understood what he meant.
Not until she caught the scent of herself and forced her eyes open to see the pink toy in front of her face.
Pink, because that was simply the color it was, and not because it was coated with blood, she noted with a mixture of relief and disappointment.
But she didn’t have time to examine either of those feelings, because he was speaking again, his tone firm and commanding in that way he had that made her pussy clench despite the orgasms he’d just forced on her.
“Open your mouth for me.”
Heat suffused every inch of her skin as she forced her lips to part, to allow him to push the toy into her mouth, the taste of silicone and her own arousal coating her tongue as he fucked her face with the curved toy.
Looking up at him, she saw that same emotion from before dancing in his eyes, the one she couldn’t place. It was like hunger, or need, but somehow… deeper.
Darker.
Far more dangerous.
“That’s my good girl.” His praise washed over her, melding with humiliation until she thought she might spontaneously combust. “One more orgasm, and Daddy will get those clamps off your pretty nipples.”
“Please, don’t. I can’t take another.”
“Trust me, princess, you’re going to want the pleasure when I remove the clamps.” Sitting up straight again, he set the pink toy aside and picked up another, a small smile playing on his lips. “You know the feeling when you’ve been sitting in one position for too long and your foot falls asleep?”
Oh, fuck. It wasn’t difficult to see where this was going, scrambled brains or not. “Yes…”
“It’s quite like that, only very concentrated in a single spot.
The pleasure will help distract you from the pain.
And, for a masochist, the pain will help fuel your pleasure.
So you’re going to give me one more, and if you’re a very good girl, you can finally have Daddy’s cock in this pretty little pussy. ”
That was, indeed, what she’d been waiting for from the moment she’d taken his hand and agreed to follow him into this locked room. But now she wasn’t entirely certain her body could handle getting properly fucked for the first time on top of everything he’d put her through.
And still she found herself staring up into the bright green of his eyes, knowing she’d give whatever he demanded. “Yes, Daddy.”
A flash of a smile was her only reward before the soft buzzing reached her ears. “Again, then.”
She nearly arched right off the bed at the first touch of that toy to her clit.
Where the others had been right over the edge of too much, nudging her past what she thought she could handle, this was another level altogether.
Harsher, stronger, more intense than anything she’d ever felt, it threatened to shatter her the moment he touched it to her aching flesh.
“Daddy!” Screaming for him, she yanked uselessly at her restraints, her body coming alive, desperate for escape. “Fuck! Turn it off, turn it off! It’s too much!”
To her shock, he pulled the toy away, though he didn’t turn it off, and she gulped in air as every muscle in her body shook. “What’s your color, princess?”
Color. Right. Was she good or did she really need him to stop?
It was uncomfortable, even painful, but was it more than she could take?
She wasn’t entirely sure. “Y-yellow.”
Now the buzzing did stop and he leaned down again, pressing a kiss to her lips. “Good girl for using your safeword. Tell Daddy what’s wrong.”
“I–I just don’t know if I can actually do this.”
“All right. If you need me to stop, I’ll stop.”
Blinking up at him, she sniffed back the tears pooling on her lashes. “Really?”
“Yes, princess. I told you before I get pleasure out of hurting the women I play with, but only if they’re enjoying it. If this has gone past that point for you and it’s only pain for the sake of pain, then we’ll stop.”
“W-won’t you be disappointed?” Her greatest fear, though it was one she rarely spoke out loud.
His lips curved, understanding shining in his eyes. “I would be far more disappointed if you weren’t truthful with me and I put you through something you didn’t enjoy.”
Fucking hell, how was he so perfect? She hadn’t even known that was exactly what she needed to hear until he’d said it.
Knowing she could stop then and there without risking his disappointment gave her the strength she needed to forge ahead.
“Then… I want to keep going. I think it just caught me by surprise, is all.”
“You're sure?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m green, I promise.”
“All right, then. One more, and then I’ll fuck you like the filthy little good girl you are.”
The buzzing started again, and this time she was more prepared for it, though that only helped so much when he pressed the toy to her over-stimulated clit.
Begging turned to wordless pleas as she thrashed against the bed, her arms already aching from all the pulling and tugging against the restraints. And still he drove her toward that cliff’s edge without pause, without mercy.
“You can do it, my beautiful princess,” he crooned, rolling the toy against her soaked lips. “Show Daddy what a good girl you can be and come for me one more time.”
Her entire world narrowed to just him and the pleasure he was forcing on her. Taking from her. Ripping from her against her body’s will.
Just as he’d promised he would.
“That’s my good girl. The clamps are coming off now, and it’s going to hurt, but you can take it. You can take whatever Daddy gives you.”
She wasn’t sure she could. And when he yanked the clamps from her and a million needles stabbed at her breasts, she was convinced she might actually die.
But then he leaned over her, his voice a low, demanding growl in her ears. “Come for me, baby. Come for Daddy. Right fucking now.”
Everything inside her turned molten as a scream ripped from her throat. Pleasure, unlike anything she’d ever known, flowed through her veins like liquid gold. The world faded away, her mind emptied of everything that wasn’t pure sensation, and all she knew was pleasure.
She’d been high, once, because her college roommate had dragged her to a party where she’d been given an edible without her knowledge. This, what her Daddy gave her, was something like that. Like that floaty, not-quite-connected-to-reality feeling, only a million times better.
“That was fucking beautiful.”
His words reached her, piercing her consciousness, and somehow she found the strength to grin up at him as he hovered over her. “Yeah?”
Laughter rumbled through his chest. “Yeah, princess. You were perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.”
Something pressed against the entrance of her pussy, pushing insistently inside her as she whimpered and stretched for him.
“Goddamn, princess.” Another laugh, this one distinctly more strained as he dropped his forehead to hers, his chest shaking with every breath. “I need a minute, baby. You feel so fucking good on Daddy’s cock.”
Pride welled in her chest. The logical part of her, the part her mother had trained up well, was scoffing in the background, insisting there was nothing to feel proud about. Vaginas were what they were, and she had no control over how hers felt.
And yet, there was that other part of her. That secret, hidden part that was reveling in being his good girl. It was that side of her at the helm now, all but glowing because he was enjoying being inside her.
Then he was moving again, and all she knew was the feel of him.
Pushing deeper inside her, filling her in a way she’d never known.
There was pain, not as much as the books she had hidden away on her tablet had indicated, but enough to pull a low, desperate whine from her as he rolled his hips again.
“Shh, baby. Just give yourself a moment to adjust. It will be okay, I promise.”
“S-sorry,” she gasped out, panting as her body slowly gave way to his. “You’re just… bigger than I expected.”
“You keep talking like that, my head isn’t going to fit through the door,” he scolded playfully, lifting his head to grin down at her. “A man’s ego can only take so much stroking.”
“It isn’t your ego I’m interested in stroking right now.”
That grin widened, a wicked glint lighting the bright green of his eyes. “Yeah?” Another roll of his hips as he pushed deeper inside her. “Is this what you want, baby? You want Daddy’s cock inside your tight little pussy?”
She shouldn’t like that. Shouldn’t enjoy such degrading, condescending talk.
But she did. And the fluttering of her pussy said as much, so there was no point in pretending otherwise, was there?
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my good girl. We’re almost there, baby. You’re taking me so fucking well. Just a little bit more, and then you can have all of me.”
Killian
Pleasure gripped him as he buried himself in her still-spasming pussy. Fucking hell, he wasn’t going to last very long at all if that kept up.
Braced on his hands, he stared down into her glassy eyes, grinning at the look of pure bliss on her face. She’d taken everything he’d given her, and even when she’d thought she couldn’t take anymore, she had. If anyone had earned the right to look so damn pleased with themselves, it was her.
But now it was his turn, and his aching cock was demanding that he move. Flexing his hips, he pulled back and drove into her again, fucking her with slow, deep strokes that had her arching up to meet him as a happy sigh fell from her lips.
His heart constricted at that sweet sound. “Do you like that, princess? You like Daddy’s cock in your pretty pussy, baby?”
“Mmm. More.”
Tilting her hips, she wrapped her legs around him, and the reins of his self-control frayed at the edges. Another soft sigh as he moved in her, and they frayed a bit more.
But then her eyelids fluttered open, and those stunning gray-blue eyes locked with his, a smile curving her lips.
And the reins snapped.
All sense of finesse, of decorum fled, leaving behind the monster he’d always known he was. Taking, claiming, branding her as his from the inside out as he fucked her without mercy, without any hint of tenderness.
“Oh, fuck! Yes!” Head thrown back, she arched into him, meeting his every thrust, her delicate features twisted into pure ecstasy as he rode her. “Daddy!”
“Again.” He snarled the words, his gaze locked on her face as her tight, hot cunt squeezed his cock. “Say it again. Who am I, princess?”
“Daddy,” she gasped, squeezing him again and pulling a low groan from the depths of his soul as pleasure raced through his veins. “Daddy. My Daddy.”
My Daddy. Burying himself inside her one final time, he held himself there, overcome, overwhelmed by pleasure, by her.
When he was finally empty, he collapsed on the bed beside her, his lungs burning and his muscles trembling. Never in his life had a woman brought him so effortlessly to his metaphorical knees. And he knew, lying there beside her, that she’d been right about one thing.
He was her Daddy.
And he was never letting her go.