Larissa
Each slap of his hand sends a whimper from my lips. He has let me sleep, only to wake to find myself lifted from the bed, bent over, and feeling the slap of his palm hitting the backs of my thighs.
I deserve it, I know that. Silence would be far worse than any punishment he can inflict.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. Please, I’m so sorry…”
The spanking turns my mind blank.
I lose count as the fire burns down the backs of my legs. I don’t care. I just want to feel his arms around me, to cuddle me into his lap and kiss me softly.
Then eat my pussy and fuck me filthy. Soft and hard. Little and big.
There are more smacks of his hand, each one jerking my body as I stand, blind and bent over, blood rushing to my head as I wish to hear his voice.
I’m naked and shivering, but my gratitude overflows when his face comes into focus.
“You were a very, very naughty little girl. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes, I know. I’m so, so sorry.” My fear overflows onto my cheeks.
I’m so relieved to be looking at his face. His eyes darken to an emerald glow as he looks at me, then sighs and turns his gaze toward the ceiling.
“If you had only waited a few moments longer, you would have heard me telling Hoover to go fuck himself. Telling your mother that you’re staying here with me, for as long as you want to.
Telling them both that you’re mine now, and I don’t give a shit about their threats.
I have more money than I know what to do with already, and with you by my side I’ll never want for anything in my life. ”
Daddy takes a seat in the large, white, wingback chair.
“I love you, Daddy.” The words fall from my lips without warning, and for a moment they shock me.
Despite the short time I’ve been here...
Despite discovering that he’s basically family…
Despite the punishments...
Or perhaps partly because of them.
He hesitates, then the anger cinching his forehead softens.
“I love you, too, Larissa.”
The words sink into my heart.
He loves me, too. Daddy loves me.
He pauses, his eyes coming back to rest on mine. “I love you so much that seeing you like that, in the water… It nearly killed me. Come here.”
He points at the floor in front of him, and I obediently follow. I no longer care about anything except those words.
I love you, too.
“Crawl to me. Down on your knees.”
I lower myself, looking up into his sculpted face, his voice harder when he speaks, and underlaid with a harsh tone.
“I’m Daddy. You will ask for what you need, you will not take.
You will do as you are told or suffer the consequences.
I will take you, I will teach you, I will make you into your most perfect self as my little girl.
Your pleasure is my balm. Seeing you rise and shine and happy is what makes me want to wake up and breathe every day. ”
He licks his lips, and I sense that the next words are hard to say.
“Or you may go. Right now. I have clothes waiting for you, a boat to the mainland, and a limousine to take you wherever you choose in the whole world. Then, you will be on your own.”
My heart pounds like I’m running for my life. My lungs burn with the same drowning feeling again in this moment. My hands shake as I looked up into his handsome face.
“I am your little finch, Daddy,” I tell him, my voice taking on the soft sweetness I know it needs with him. “I don’t want to fly away.”
He releases a long breath, running his hand down his face. I feel the heat and gush of wetness gather between my legs.
“Good girl. Daddy’s good girl. Come here.”
His belt buckle makes a soft clink as he opens his pants, pulling his shirt tails out and tearing off his shirt.
I crawl toward him, my hands already reaching to feel the smooth hardness of his body. He frees his full, engorged length from his pants, and I instinctively encircle it with my hands.
It is hardened steel wrapped with silken skin. A paradox that only serves to inflame my already overflowing lust.
“You’re going to apologize with your mouth.”
“I’ve never done this before, Daddy.”
“Lick your lips, then lick the tip. Then, lick up and down until you have it good and wet. Then I will guide you.”
I do as he says, so eager to give this to him, it’s like Christmas morning, only I’m Santa bringing the gifts.
The smooth softness of the tip feels spongy against my lips as I draw it in, then lower my mouth to the hard shaft.
I follow the line of a throbbing vein that stands out on top of the granite rod, licking and wetting him while I discover every furrow and fold, every bump and vein, as they snake around and thump with his heartbeat.
His hands are on mine, showing me how to move them up and down, pumping the lower part of his rock-hard shaft while my lips cover the head, and I sink down, drawing him inside.
“Good, yes, suck and lick…”
His hands move to my head. His fingertips push me up and down to match his rhythm. I suck as I taste his flavor, and it spreads over my tongue. I bob up and down as he guides my head, pressing his length farther and farther into my mouth.
“Relax your throat and take it, babygirl… Just relax and take it deeper.”
He pushes my head down, each inch going farther and farther until it cuts off my air. I pull back, trying to draw in oxygen through my nose as I lick and swirl, until I hear his breath coming faster.
Daddy moans, and I feel a swell of pride fill my heart. I want so badly to please him. I do my best to open my throat as my hands pump up and down on the hard core under the soft skin.
I begin to make slurping noises as I suck hard, my tongue following up and down the bottom side and flicking at the tip when it passes over.
“Oh yes, so nice… My good girl.” His voice lowers, and I know I’m bringing him the same pleasure he brought me with his mouth. “Daddy’s good girl.”
I suck and lick until I feel the tip grow, and the ridge deepen. A slick, salty flavor tickles my tongue, and from the stories my friends have told me, I know he’s close to coming. I suck harder, needing to taste the thick, hot spray.
“God, yes… Daddy’s close, baby…”
He shoves my face lower, making me gag and choke, but I don’t want to stop. I want his cum in my mouth. I want to please him more than anything.
I choke as he shoves me deeper once more, his fingertips tightening and tangling in my dark, slick hair.
I hear a deep moan escape his chest as the first spray of hot, thick liquid hits the back of my throat.
It is more than I expect. A huge amount comes out of him in three or four jets.
I swallow as much as I can, my eyes watering and saliva and cum running down my chin.
He pulls out of my mouth, and his hand jerks the tip quickly, then he shoots two more streams of cum onto my chest as I watch in wonder. Sandy grit scratches between my toes as I curl them. The dried saltwater makes my skin feel tight.
His climax only seems to inflame him more. He stands, grabs me by my hands, and stands me in front of him. My skin feels alive as his hands trace downward, fingers dancing outside my ready, wet lips as he dives inside, feeling the dripping arousal as he pushes into my still-sore opening.
I moan as the pain and pleasure once again explode over my body.
He flicks and swoops into me, pressing down on my open slit and sending a jolt of deep need through me as I hug his fingers inside.
Delirious with my lust, I wrap my hands around his neck, pulling his face to mine. His tongue swoops quickly into my mouth as our kisses breathe fire into each other. Ecstatic moans echo around me as he plays inside my slick channel like a pianist playing a concerto.
The pain still throbs on my thighs from his hand, and the sensations fold together into a menage of passion that burns me from the inside.
“You want Daddy to fuck you, babygirl?” he growls.
“Yes…” I nod, barely able to get the word out before he jerks me up at my waist, my legs wrapping around and locking behind him.
He guides his full engorged length into me as he pulls me tightly against his body.
His cock hasn’t softened. He is still granite-hard and ready for me.
I feel the heat from our flesh meeting, the friction as he begins to lift and plunge me back down, every muscle in his arms straining with each motion.
My body is his property, and I don’t want it any other way.
He licks the line from my shoulder upward under my ear, sending showers of tingling wonder down my back. I lean into him, kissing the sinuous muscle of his shoulder, tasting the light, salty flavor of his skin as his cock burns my already-ravaged sex.
The pain and pleasure wrap into one another like a woven blanket, his fingers digging into the round flesh of my ass as he owns me with each deep stroke.
That deep hunger threatens to consume me entirely as I feel his hand move, one finger pushing against my dark bud as I bury my face into his neck.
I moan as he enters me from behind with one long, probing finger, while his cock strokes hard and fast. He pushes into my tight anal muscle, and a wicked pain rips through me. It tosses me over the edge into a savage climax that rocks me against him, and I sing out in exquisite moans of pleasure.
My mind reels as I shake and ride each pulse of his finger and cock. I can feel his hot breath against my neck, our bodies now slick with sweat, and I curl into him, clutching around his neck, feeling his cock as I tighten my inner muscles.
“Oh, God, yes, baby… You feel so good.”
Everything revolves around us in this moment.
Nothing else exists except for my desire to bring him pleasure.
My skin flares with each thrust as our bodies connect tightly.
He holds me, doll-like and immobile, as his hips churn upward, taking every inch of me until I feel him banging against my cervix.
His lips fall open, and our hearts beat into one another. His broad frame locks down, and I feel the explosion of his cock as my own moisture seeps out where we are joined like a tight glove.
He jerks his hips and groans into me as ropes of his cum explode.
I am at the verge of madness as the screaming, burning pain of my skin and my inner canal make my head spin.
Like an electrical current that crosses over each other, the friction between our bodies shocks and jolts us as he lays his final jets of white liquid into my torn and welted body.
I milk him with the undulations of another climax that swoops up from below and wrangles me as he cements his cock far into my belly.
I have never felt so free, so unencumbered by restriction and expectations. I could have been here a year. I feel like a different person from the one who arrived.
He loves me. That is all I know and all I need as I fall asleep, wrapped in the arms of my new Daddy.