Chapter 10 #7
“Daddy’s hard just thinking about it,” he mused. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as he stroked himself. His shaft was rigid even though he’d come only a short time ago and I didn’t know if that scared me or impressed me more.
A drop of arousal slid down my thigh, catching me off guard enough to make me gasp in surprise.
He took his time and stroked his cock in front of me. My arousal grew tenfold, but still my anger didn’t ebb away. The longer he slid that hand up and down his cock, the more he made me wait, the angrier I became.
Finally, just when I thought I couldn’t bear it any longer, he unbuttoned his pants.
Slowly and deliberately, he stripped before me.
I couldn’t tear my eyes off of his rigid cock that my pussy so desperately needed to feel, of the firm muscled flesh that tensed with his own desire, of the dark hair that smattered his chest.
“Daddy,” I begged. He smirked knowingly.
He circled around the couch and I could feel him studying me. I shuddered hard and my hips rocked backward as his fingers grazed lightly against my sensitive flesh.
“The welts on your bare little bottom become you,” he mused, and he squeezed one of them just hard enough to sting.
I groaned and he leaned forward just enough so that I could feel the velvet iron of his cock against my backside.
His fingers descended between my thighs, only to capture my clit firmly within his grasp.
He started to tease me.
He didn’t stop.
He didn’t listen to my anger. He didn’t listen when I told him how much I needed him, and he didn’t listen when I told him just to get it over with and fuck me already. He left no doubt in my mind that he was in control and I wasn’t.
He edged me. The first time was unexpected, and a fierce jolt of pain raced straight to my core. Then he edged me a second time. And a third. He edged me so many times that I lost count. The sharp blade of denial cut into me again and again until I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.
Then he edged me some more.
“Stop. Please let me come,” I pleaded.
His cock only got harder against my bottom. His fingers glided along his thick length, just brushing against my backside as he did so.
“Perhaps the hardest punishment of all would be not getting fucked at all, little girl. Maybe Daddy should just stroke his cock and come all over the pretty welts he gave you instead of giving you the hard fucking you want so badly,” he threatened, and a soft noise of disappointment fled from my lips.
I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. I’d been spanked and belted and edged so many times that my body throbbed with a scalding pain like I’d never felt in my life.
The more he denied me, the angrier I became.
His fingers were merciless and far too talented.
He pressed me closer and closer until I felt as though I was about to hurtle into the mind-bending abyss of passion, then he pulled away.
The next time he edged me, I tried to force myself to come before he drew away, but it was as if he knew what I was doing.
He took his fingers away and just dragged the tips along my soaking wet folds instead.
I didn’t have to take this. I could just leave and take care of myself when I got home. I could use my little bullet vibrator in between my legs until I came enough times to tire myself out.
“Such a proud little girl, even with the marks of Daddy’s belt all over her bare little bottom,” he mused.
It was as if he wanted to make me angry.
He pressed one teasing finger into my pussy, slowly pulling it in and out and making me shiver with agonizing need.
My fury exploded.
I pushed my hands off the couch and unexpectedly, he stepped aside.
He let me up and with as much pride and dignity that I could muster, I grabbed the pile of my clothes and strode toward the door.
I walked to the door of the study stark naked, fully intending on leaving him behind just like I always did.
I turned away, expecting that he was just going to let me go.
This time though, something was different.
He didn’t let me go.
He made me stay.
I didn’t even hear him move behind me. His fingers closed around my upper arm before I had any chance to react.
With one simple maneuver, he pulled me back and for the first time, I grasped how strong he really was.
He pulled me back to the couch with such extreme ease that it caught me off guard.
He bent me over the couch and his hand settled firmly on the small of my back, holding me in place.
“Do you remember what Daddy made you ask for?” he demanded.
“I…” I began.
“You asked for Daddy to hold you down for your fucking, but that’s not all you need is it, little girl?”
His words echoed in the back of my mind.
“You need Daddy to grab you by the arm, throw you over the back of that couch still so very wet and still so very angry and then you need him to fuck you very, very hard no matter how much you fight him.”
He’d told me what I needed, and it was at that moment that I fully realized that I was not in control and that realization sank in far more deeply than ever before.
He’d said that before I’d first left his house that night, before I’d gotten in the crash, and before I’d shown up at his door for a second time.
“No, Daddy,” I quivered.
“What you really need is Daddy’s cock,” he said firmly, and I shook hard, knowing for the first time that he was right.
I was about to be fucked properly for the first time in my life. Every other man I’d ever been with had been a joke compared to him and I knew at that moment I was about to get truly fucked.
The head of his cock pressed against my entrance.
I expected him to tease me. I expected him to start slow.
He didn’t. He did none of that.
He slammed into me with every last inch of that cock, making me scream with raw desire and pain and pleasure right from the start. I almost came from the first thrust. I was so wet that he slid into me with ease, even as I fought against him with every shred of pride I had left.
“I want to hear every last scream as you come for Daddy,” he demanded and my pussy spasmed hard around his thick cock.
He fucked me hard from the beginning and my body struggled to acclimate to his large size.
It hurt and it hurt a lot, but my body was also responding with rabid desire.
It was as if the pain and pleasure had twisted into one intoxicatingly and incredibly addicting sensation that tore through my anger and irritation at the endless denial that he’d put me through.
My inner walls fluttered hard around him.
“Come hard for Daddy,” he commanded, and my body responded instantaneously. To him. Only for him.
My core imploded deep inside me, collapsing in on itself in a tumultuous whirlwind of pleasure that I was helpless to fight. My cries were quiet at first, quickly building into louder moans and then at last, screams of bliss that echoed all around me.
I squeezed my eyes shut, blinded by the white-hot ecstasy that burned through me from within.
My inner walls grasped firmly at his thick girth as he thrust roughly into me, forcing every inch in my tight pussy whether I wanted it or not.
My toes curled and I gripped at the couch beneath me, trying to hold on for the first real fucking of my life.
With every firm stroke, I was reminded that I wasn’t in control. His cock owned me from within, so much so that my anger began to falter. My body burned with fire as he held me down, forcing me to take all of him deep inside me even though it hurt.
No matter how long he fucked me, my pussy stung from being stretched far wider than it ever had before. I cried out and begged for mercy. He showed me none.
Daddy was giving me a hard fucking, just like he promised.
I keened with need, feeling a ball of pleasure begin to grow inside me once again and just when I thought he couldn’t take me any more roughly, he gripped my hips even more firmly and thrust into me so hard that my pelvis slammed against the soft railing of the couch.
My second orgasm exploded over me like a tidal wave, pulling me into its firm embrace and tearing through me with enough force to compete with a powerful riptide.
Every nerve in my body buzzed with electricity.
My back arched, lifting my hips upward so that he could fuck me even more deeply.
His cock pounded into me, slamming against my cervix and scraping against a place deep inside me that drove me wild with arousal so strong that I was powerless under its potent thrall.
The third orgasm took a hold of me far more quickly than the second. Before I even knew what was happening, my thighs had begun to tremble. I couldn’t make them stop and within seconds, I was screaming with an orgasm that was more powerful than all the rest.
My anger had all but faded. I didn’t care that my backside still stung from his palm and even more from the cruel bite of his belt.
All that mattered was his thick cock between my thighs, thrusting into me again and again, giving me pleasure far more intense than anything I’d ever experienced in my life.
A fourth climax ripped through me and my screams turned hoarse as I struggled to take it and when a fifth orgasm tore through my exhausted limbs, something else began to take hold.
Fear.
I didn’t know how much longer I could last or even how much more that I could take, and he showed no signs that he was ready to slow down.
Six.
Seven.
“Please, Daddy,” I pleaded.
“You’re going to take everything Daddy gives you tonight,” he said darkly, and I could feel myself falling off the deep end. I could beg and plead for him to stop, but he was going to keep fucking me until he decided that I’d had enough.