Hallie
One Year Later
“You skipped class, little girl?” Jackson asks, looking at where I’m lounging on the bed, rubbing the curve of my belly.
My cheeks heat up immediately, and I drop my head as I say, “I was just tired, Daddy. You said I could take days to rest if I needed them because I’m growing our baby.”
Being with my step-father has been better than I ever dreamed. He makes me feel important, sexy, needed and protected.
Besides that, he’s so hot, I want him inside me constantly and now that I’m pregnant, my hormones are making me hornier than ever.
Thank goodness, my growing body seems to have Jackson craving me more than ever. If the way his erection is constantly throwing down challenges to his zipper is any indication, he’s as horny for me as I am for him.
“No,” he says as he crosses the room. “That’s not what I said. I told you that if you needed a day to rest, you would ask me for permission to stay home.”
Since coming to live with Jackson, I’ve enrolled in school again. He was right when he said all I needed was structure and discipline.
He also said I needed a ring on my finger and his last name, which he made happen about a month after he picked me up at the bus station.
He took me on a trip to some tropical island where we said our vows on the beach, he slid a massive pink sapphire and diamond ring on my finger and made me his wife.
While I’ve been good for him, I don’t shy away from making mistakes.
I know I should have asked permission to stay home. It’s not like he’d deny me something I needed. But can you blame me for wanting to push the boundaries every once in a while?
You can take the pout out of the brat, but you can never really take the brat out of the pout.
“You broke one of Daddy’s rules,” he says, his voice dropping to that low register that tells me a punishment is coming and everything down in my belly starts to hum. He unbuckles his belt, a bulge already forming in his pants. “You know what that means.”
A thrill runs through me, and I say, in a small voice, “Am I in trouble, Daddy.”
“Yes,” he replies, dropping his pants and revealing the monster that has become the center of my world and my fantasies. “But you’re not in trouble for resting. Tell Daddy what you’re in trouble for.”
“I’m in trouble for breaking the rules,” I whisper, sticking out my bottom lip.
“What rule did you break, baby?”
He approaches the edge of the bed, his fist gripping the base of his cock so tight I think he’s trying to strangle it. I can’t take my eyes off of him. My mouth waters. My core clenches with want.
“I didn’t ask permission to stay home,” I squeak.
“You didn’t,” he agrees. “On your hands and knees, baby. Crawl to Daddy.”
Obeying is as easy as breathing. I shuffle toward him, my panties getting wetter with each centimeter I move. When I stop in front of his cock, I lick my lips.
“You get ten strikes,” he tells me, grabbing onto the hem of my dress and pulling it up over my ass. “And you’ll suck Daddy off while you get your punishment.”
The moment hangs around us. The only sound in the room is our synched breathing. He holds steady, waiting for me to confirm I understand.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He cups my jaw, pulling me forward with a gentleness I don’t deserve. His thumb presses against my cheek, urging my mouth open. Then, he glides his length between my open lips.
It’s hot and heavy against my tongue. His savory, tangy flavor dances across my tastebuds. I suck greedily, causing him to curse and buck forward, nearly gagging me.
“Just like that, little girl,” he says through gritted teeth. “Since I have that bratty mouth occupied, I’ll count for you.”
I hum my assent, bringing in air when he pulls back. Then, when he thrusts back in, blocking my airway, his hand comes down on my ass.
The sting ripples through me, making my clit ache with need. Precum oozes from his tip, making his taste even headier. I moan, the sensations swirling inside me.
“That’s one,” he says, thrusting back into my mouth savagely. “This is two.”
His palm comes down on my bottom again. My thighs shake, and my head starts to get fuzzy. As his cock hits the back of my throat, I think I might cum without being touched.
“Three,” he growls, not giving me time to recover.
The third strike is harder, the sound echoing off the walls. It pushes me even further into the space I go when I’m being punished. I suck on his length harder, comforting myself and apologizing all at once.
His hand comes down a fourth time after the low rumble of his speech reaches my ears. Everything’s getting hazy around the edges. All I’m capable of doing is letting him fuck my mouth while he punishes me just like I deserve.
The sting of his fifth strike lingers longer, and tears spring to my eyes. I don’t know why I had to push his boundaries. The rules are in place so he can take care of me.
“Halfway done, baby,” he grunts, shoving his length down my throat and holding it there. “Six.”
This time, I moan around his cock when the spank lands. The pain of my punishment morphs with pleasure. Daddy pulls back enough that I’m able to suck in air. Then, he’s thrusting back in.
The next three times his hand meets my bottom blur together. I feel like I’m floating, paying my penance for disobeying while being safe in my Daddy’s orbit. I’m dripping down my thighs, my little girl parts aching for relief.
“One more,” he says, his cock kicking in my mouth.
So many things happen at the same time. He says, “Ten,” and shoves himself deep into my esophagus. His balls release, and hot cum pumps into my mouth. I suck weakly, more wetness dripping from me, making a puddle on the bed below me.
“Fuck, baby,” he says, giving little pulses, creating just enough of an opening that I can breathe before I pass out.
I’d gladly pass out on his cock. I want to. I think it’s a fitting punishment.
“That’s enough,” he says, his voice shifting as he slips out of my mouth. “Let Daddy look at you.”
My throat is raw, and I sniffle pathetically. His palm, the same one that he used to spank me, rests against my cheek with gentleness, letting me know my punishment is over. I close my eyes as he brushes tears from my face.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I say. “I’m sorry I broke the rules.”
“I know,” he tells me as he lies me down, cradling me against his chest. “I’ll let you catch your breath. Then you can apologize by letting Daddy fuck your sweet little pussy.”
“Okay, Daddy,” I say, my body already calling out for more.
We lie there for a few moments. He rubs my back, and I soak in his comfort. Then, he rests his hand on the swell of my belly where I’m growing our child.
I rarely think of my mother. Jackson has help me come to the conclusion that she is flawed and it’s hard for a child to come to terms with that fact sometimes.
She’s tried to reach out, mailed me a letter which Jackson intercepted saying what she had to say was not healthy for me and he would be running interference between us until she could act like respectful to us both.
“I’ll get you some water, little girl,” he says, leaning down to press a kiss to my stomach. “It’s my job to take care of both of you. You are my special girl, nothing it the world will come between us.”
“I love you, Daddy,” I tell him as he straightens up. “We both do.”
“I love you both too, little girl,” he replies, leaning down to steal a kiss before continuing. “More than you’ll ever know.”
He’s my world and my protector, my Daddy and my lover. My husband and very soon, the father of our baby.
Not everyone understands what we have, but he tells me that doesn’t matter.
He’s mine. I’m his and my happily ever after is named Daddy and he’s never letting me go.