Jackson #2
“What else can I do to make it right?” she asks, completely wrecked from her punishment.
My hands curl. I hold myself back for her sake. There’s more she can do, but now that I’ve broken her I need to build her back up. “Stand up,” I tell her.
“Please,” she says, but it isn’t begging. It’s surrender.
I look at the ceiling because if I look at her face, I’ll do something rash. I’m taking care of her now. I’ve never been this fucking hard, I know I’ll give it to her soon enough.
When I collect myself, I reach down, framing her face. She shakes slightly, and I shush her softly as I put my forehead to hers. Together, we breathe until she’s steadier.
“You’re safe with Daddy,” I say, rubbing my thumbs against her cheeks. “Even when you’re in trouble.”
She nods, a tiny little motion. Then, she whispers, “I know.”
“Good,” I say. Then, I give her another rule. “You don’t hide from me. You don’t lie. You don’t make me guess what you need.”
“I won’t,” she says, the words coming out fast. “I’ll—” she cuts herself off to take a deep breath, her eyes not leaving mine— “I’ll be good.”
“You’ll be mine,” I correct, not because good isn’t true, but because it isn’t enough. “Not just a night. Not until you get your feet under you. You’re mine.”
Her breath catches. Then, she whispers, “I don’t want it to be temporary.”
“Then we do it my way,” I say, sliding one hand into her hair possessively, anchoring her. “Obey. Tell me the truth. Let me keep you.”
“I will.”
I believe her. God help me, I do.
After, she’s still on the floor. Shaky and glowing with the kind of relief that only comes when discipline is done right. She’s put back together enough for what I need her to do next.
I know I’m manipulating her for my pleasure but the train is barreling down the tracks and I’m helpless to stop what’s happening. She’s on her fucking knees in front of me and I know there’s a spot on the leg of my jeans that’s soaked through with my cum.
“You’re going to learn to apologize with your mouth, little girl,” I say, her eyes flashing with something that makes me feel dangerous.
“Do you understand? You agreed to do as I say. I’m here to help you, baby.
But you have to mind me, not matter what I tell you to do.
That’s the deal. Even if it feels funny or wrong, I’m in charge, I want what’s best for you always, so you trust me, got it? ”
“Yes, Daddy,” she works her tongue around her lips.
Keeping my hand in her hair, I undo my belt buckle. Then, I shove my pants and boxers down, finally freeing my thick cock. I’m so hard it hurts, and I can see the way her eyes widen at the sight. I watch the way her throat works.
“Open,” I say, tightening my fist to tilt her head back. “This is for your own good.”
As she parts those pretty, pink, plump lips, I groan. My free hand, I grab onto the base of my length. I step forward, resting it against her mouth, smearing the precum over the swell.
“Good girl,” I repeat, shifting my hips forward. “Now, you’re going to learn to suck. Have you ever done this before?”
She gets half a head shake in and that’s enough for me. Fuck, her mouth is virgin territory. She’s so docile, so ready to apologize and prove that she means what she says.
I push into her lush mouth slowly. She exhales through her nose; her eyes still locked with mine. Her tongue works against the bottom of my shaft, and I groan at the sensation.
“Eyes up here,” I demand, voice stern enough to mask the ache in my ribs. Her cheeks are dusted pink. I’m only a little over an inch into her mouth, and she’s already struggling.
“Now, open wider.” I guide her mouth down my shaft with firm fingers, coaching each movement like I’d teach a dance step. “Breathe through your nose, sweet pea. That’s right—see how you’re gagging? Relax the throat.” She swallows reflexively, and I hiss at the suction. God, she’s good… too good.
“There you go, so much better. God, fuck that feels good,” I say, feeding her half of my length. “Unbutton your shirt, I want to see if your nipples are hard. I bet they are.”
She whimpers, tears collecting in her eyes as she suppresses a gag but her hands work the buttons on her white blouse, letting it fall open and Jesus, she doesn’t’ need to be told, she pulls the cups of her bra down and exposes those deep pink puckered nipples to me.
I pull back a little, letting her catch her breath.
Then, I thrust back in, bumping the back of her throat.
“Breathe through your nose,” I tell her, forcing myself to hold my hips steady. When she obeys, I press in all the way to the hilt. “Just suck the tip. Like a pacifier. See how the head is softer than the rest?”
She nods, anchoring her lips just below the crown and sucking softly sending my eyes into the back of my head, I curse and try to breathe and steady myself before I continue.
“That’s because that’s the part you can just suck on softly when you need comfort.
That’s your happy place Hallie. It’s a privilege to suck cock, especially mine, which will be the only dick you’ll ever get, just so you know.
Now, a little tongue right on that little indent on the bottom, that-a-girl. ”
“Tongue flat,” I murmur, guiding her mouth back up.
“Like licking a popsicle—not a lollipop.” Her cheeks hollow obediently, suction building until she’s humming around the head, all soft wet sounds that unravel my focus.
My hips buck without permission. I ball my fingers into fists, holding her hair and her head in place.
She wiggles and struggles a bit as I lodge it back in her windpipe but I’m crazed now. A man without morals or fear of regret. This girl is fucking magic with a mouth for sin and it’s all fucking mine.
“No, no, no.” I shake my head holding her head in place. “Keep it in there. I’ll tell you when you’re done. Just hold it right there and make me proud, baby.”
Her hands find my thighs, grabbing onto me hard. Her nails dig in, and even though I know she’s struggling for air, she doesn’t pull back. She does exactly what she knows I want.
She chokes. God, it’s a beautiful sound.
“You’re taking your lesson like a champion cock sucker. You didn’t lie about not doing this before did you?” I grit out, her eyes squeeze closed, on a tiny ‘no’ motion of her head, wetness sparkling on her lashes.
With a little pulse, I push the tip of my cock against the back of her throat as she starts to struggle and ease back, eyes opening, desperate, fearful.
Christ. Her pupils are blown wide as she swallows again, deeper this time, and I’m a hair’s breadth from coming undone.
But I’ll be damned if I let her finish here—not without a lesson in how to really make it count.
“Suck harder,” I rasp, tilting my hips to sink farther until her nose brushes the wiry hair around the base of my dick.
“I want to feel how sorry you are now. You’re gonna get that smart mouth fucked like it deserves, now I’m going to push it down deep, and I want you to give it a good massage with your throat by swallowing while it cuts off your air. That’s how you apologize, you suffer while you make Daddy happy.”
Holy fuck, my little girl’s throat working around my cock like that should be a crime, her face is bright red, saliva streaming down onto her tits. So. Fucking. Pretty.
“I know it’s big. You did great, but now, it’s time for the finale. Your mouth is just a fuck hole, it’s gonna feel like I hate you for a minute, but remember, I love you baby, even when I do things to you that hurt.”
My vision blurs; my other hand finds its way into her hair again.
“Faster,” I bark—not a request—and she obliges, bobbing with practiced rhythm now, her tongue twisting in ways that make my teeth clench.
I don’t stop until I’m punching down the back of her throat over and over, the muscles down my back in fucking knots trying to hold back, giving her a chance to find her happy place and start working the solid bar of flesh covered blood I’m about to stuff down her windpipe.
She stays still, drool falling in a thick, translucent thread from her lower lip.
She hollows her cheeks while I use her for my pleasure. I moan, unable to hold it back. That sassy little mouth is perfect for this. This is what it was made for, not giving me lip, but sucking my cock.
“That’s it,” I say as I start fucking her mouth faster, deeper. She’s gurgling and making gagging noises as the wet flap, flap, flap of my balls smack her chin. “Don’t forget to use your tongue. That feels good for Daddy.”
When Hallie flicks her tongue against my tip just before my cock leaves her lips, my balls tighten and I think I’m going to pass the fuck out, except I don’t want to miss one fucking second of her mouth.
“You’re going to make Daddy cum now,” I groan, burying my cock in the warm heat of her mouth. “And you’re going to swallow everything I give you, little girl.”
She moans, the sound vibrating through me. All the muscles in my body tighten in anticipation of what’s to come. Seconds before I spill, I plunge down her throat until she starts clawing at my hips.
I don’t get two more pumps before I’m unloading in her soft, wet mouth. “Don’t waste any, you did good apologizing, now swallow, baby. That’s your prize.”
My release slides down her throat. She gags, choking on my length and the sheer amount of semen that bursts from my balls.
The base of my cock jerks and I roar at the ceiling, watching my daughter suck the sticky seed from my balls, milking me with her sweet little mouth.
I hold myself there, thrusting shallowly until I’ve milked out every last drop of my spend.