Chapter 9
nine
Aaron
The last of my restraint snaps when she calls me Daddy. Cheri is mine. Mine to dominate, to fuck, to breed, to love. I’m not sure I could stop even if she asked.
My lips smash against hers, biting, licking, taking.
Sliding my tongue into her mouth, I sweep it across hers, rubbing, tasting her sweet, minty flavor.
I wrap her braid around my hand and tilt her head back.
She doesn’t fight me, allowing me to have the control I desperately crave.
As I delve into her mouth, I nip her lip, then suck the pain away.
The kiss is rough—claiming—her little whimpers spur me on.
I need her more than my next breath, and I don’t question it—she’s mine—and I’ll make sure she never regrets saying yes.
I don’t break the kiss until we’re both breathless.
Cheri’s lips are red and puffy, her skin is flushed, and her brown eyes are glassy when she meets my gaze.
She looks ravished, and I haven’t even been inside her yet.
I push onto my knees, rip my shirt over my head, and toss it onto the floor.
As I reach for my belt buckle, her eyes track my movements.
Her admiration stokes the fire of my arousal.
My cock is so fucking hard, I could hammer nails.
If I don’t get out of these slacks soon, I’m sure the zipper is going to bust.
She takes my breath away. Unable to look anywhere but at her, I hesitate before sliding my belt loose and grabbing her hands.
With the leather holding her wrists, I pull them above her head and buckle the belt to the headboard.
My Little princess squirms, testing the restraints, but she’s not going anywhere until I release her.
Thinking about her at my mercy, to fuck, to breed, makes me groan.
“Like what you see, princess?” I ask as I unfasten my slacks, finally giving my cock room. It bounces against my stomach, leaking pre-come. Cheri’s eyes widen as she gets her first look at me, and I don’t even try to hide my smirk.
She licks her lips before answering, “Yes,” her voice barely above a whisper.
As I grip my dick, I stroke over the head, smearing pre-come over my length.
Her eyes follow, and she turns pink from her cheeks to the top of her breasts.
As much as I’d like to tease her more, I don’t think either of us could handle it tonight.
Still, there are a couple of things I need to know before this goes any further.
I enjoy inflicting pain, but I will never permanently harm her.
She needs to understand that. A safe word is imperative in our relationship, and trusting her to use it is even more important.
“Are you a virgin, baby? Or on birth control?” Her answers don’t really matter right now, but if she’s on birth control, she’ll stop tonight.
I want to fuck her full of my babies and suck her milky tits until she is empty.
Yeah, I might have a few kinks my brothers don’t know about, but that’s why we have separate cabins.
She wasn’t expecting that question, if the deep tinge to her cheeks and the slight parting of her lips are any indication. Cheri will learn; she’ll have no secrets from me, or I from her. It’s the way it will be. Her pause prompts me to lean over her, eyebrow raised, and nip her lip.
“I asked you a question. Two, actually.”
“No,” she murmurs, her gaze glued to mine.
“No what? No to being a virgin, or no to being on birth control?” I try to stifle my impatience. She’s innocent, but the need to be buried balls-deep in her is nearly bringing me to my knees.
“No to both. I never needed to be on birth control since I was only ever with one person. We used condoms. It wasn’t something I wanted to repeat.”
To say I’m thrilled is an understatement.
I will have so many of her firsts if what she’s just said is true.
And I have no reason to believe otherwise.
Cheri will be mine in every way. I will own all her holes.
She’ll never need to look at another man or wonder whether she’s loved; all that stops now.
“Do you know what a safe word is, princess?” This is the last question I need the answer to before I make her mine.
“Yes, I understand what they are and what they’re for, but no, I don’t have one; I never needed it. Will I need one with you?” She doesn’t look away from me this time. Her expression is more curious than scared, and a rush of expectations sends tingles along my shoulders.
“Most definitely, Little princess. I like to play rough. I need to know you’ll stop things if you’re scared or it’s too much.
Since you don’t have one, we will use the stoplight system—red, yellow, green.
I planned to discuss limits with you, but we sort of skipped a few steps.
” As I speak, I scrutinize her body language and her facial expressions.
We don’t know each other well yet, but she’s transparent with her emotions.
Making her mine should be safe even without knowing her limits.
“You need to promise me you’ll use it. I need to trust that you will.”
“I will, I promise.”
“Good. If you say red, everything stops instantly, no questions asked. Say yellow if you’re uncertain or uncomfortable.
We’ll talk about what’s going on. If everything is good, you can use green.
What color are you now, princess?” As much as I want to fuck her senseless, this is important.
And even though I won’t always ask for her consent, I will always respect her safe word.
“I’m green,” she answers.
I can smell her arousal when I run my nose over the side of her face, leaning close to her ear and nipping the lobe.
She tastes so sweet; my mouth waters for a taste, but first I need to see those beautiful lips wrapped around my cock.
I’m so hard, it’s going to be difficult not to embarrass myself by coming as soon as I sink into her beautiful mouth.
Pushing off the bed, I step out of my pants and boxer briefs. After kicking them to the side, I climb over her, moving until I’m straddling Cheri’s waist. As she watches my every move, I reach for the collar of her nightgown and grin.
“I hope you aren’t too attached to this.” Before she can answer, I use both hands to rip it open, leaving her bare to me. The silk tears easily. Seeing her naked beneath me is like unwrapping a treasured present.
Cheri lying there, restrained, needy, her chest heaving, her plump tits bouncing as she tries to control her breathing, has my cock throbbing even harder.
I need a taste of her plump tits. They’re a perfect handful.
Her dark pink nipples are so hard, they’re just begging for my teeth.
Picturing them in clamps is even better.
Or maybe I’ll take her to get them pierced.
As I close my mouth around her left breast, I drag my tongue over her stiff peak.
Her sweet flavor explodes in my mouth, so much better than I had hoped.
Inhaling her soft rose scent makes my cock twitch, a bead of pre-come dripping from the tip.
I draw the nipple between my teeth and bite, then suck until I leave her with a purple bruise—the first of many I plan to cover her in.
Switching to the other breast, I treat it to the same licking, sucking, and biting until it’s got a matching mark—leaving my claim. Seeing my marks on her, declaring her as mine, makes me leak harder.
“Aaron… Please…,” she moans.
“Daddy. You call me Daddy, Little princess.” I expect some kind of pushback from her. But hearing her sweet lips utter the word is perfection.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry, but I need more,” Cheri whines.
“And you’ll have it. What color are you?”
“Green, Daddy,” she murmurs, her back arching beneath my hips.
“Good girl. Are you ready to suck Daddy’s cock? Make it nice and wet to slide easily into my pussy?”
“Oh God. Why is that so hot?” she whimpers.
“Yes, please. I want to taste you.” She’s struggling against her bonds, but not enough to hurt herself.
Having her bound and unable to escape soothes a need in me.
She’s mine. I know her brothers will try to take her, but I have a plan, and they won’t succeed.
Knowing she’s at my mercy is the only thing keeping my sadist from taking over.
I prop extra pillows under her head and rub the head of my dick over her lips, painting her mouth with my pre-come. Her tongue slips out to lick it up.
I pump my cock, sliding to the tip and twisting, milking myself and using it as lube. “You like the way Daddy tastes, Little princess?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Open wide and stick out your tongue, baby girl.” I’ve teased us both long enough.
I slide my cock over her tongue and into her mouth.
Her lips stretch around my girth. Grasping her head, I keep my thrusts slow and shallow, giving her a chance to adjust to my size.
Her pleasure is paramount, even if it comes with a little pain.
This first time together, I don’t want to cause too much without knowing her limits.
So far, she’s taken everything I’ve given her; she’s my perfect match.
Her tongue slides along my length from root to tip, teasing and rubbing the underside of my cockhead, pulling a groan from me. “That’s my good girl, sucking Daddy’s cock.”
Her cheeks hollow out as I thrust deeper, hitting the back of her throat. She gags, her eyes filling with tears as my hips move faster, sliding deeper as she struggles for breath. Saliva drips from the edges of her lips, mixing with her tears as I use her mouth like I’ll use her tight little pussy.
She’s a sloppy mess, and my Little princess has never looked more beautiful. The tingling sensation at the base of my spine means I’m close. As good as this feels, until I breed my girl, all my come goes as deep inside her core as I can get it.