Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Cora
I squeal as Daddy drops me on the bed. I’m still reeling from the craziest experience I just had. I gave him a blow job. I can’t believe I did that. I’m not so ignorant that I didn’t know about sucking a man’s penis, but I never thought about doing it myself.
There’s something between us, a connection. It’s obviously not like the sort of relationships humans have with each other. I’ve never met a single person who was as drawn to their partner as I am to Orion. It’s surreal.
Every breath I take seems to bind me closer to him. I want to crawl inside him. Or…I want him to crawl inside me. Definitely. I know it’s going to hurt the first time we have sex, but I’m nearly shaking from the need to do so anyway.
His taste is like a drug. It’s salty, but masculine and dominant and enticing. I want to lick his penis again. How is it possible that I didn’t get enough?
And he says this will be our norm. I’ll sleep between his legs and suck him off in the morning every day. I’m nearly giddy from the idea.
He’s stalking me now, moving over me, straddling me. Not touching me. His expression is intense, brows drawn together, mouth tight.
When he speaks, his voice is deep and gravelly, sending chills down my spine. “After you suckle me every morning, I will eat your cunt and then fuck you. The only days I won’t thrust my cock into you will be the days you’re ovulating. Until we’re ready to get pregnant.”
I gasp, the air leaving my lungs. Why haven’t I thought about that issue? He told me this before, but I was so overwhelmed I didn’t internalize it. “I’m not ready to have a baby,” I mutter.
“I know you’re not, Little doll, and I’m not ready to share you either. I want some time just the two of us before we add offspring.”
“Okay.” That’s good. I would freak out if he insisted on getting me pregnant, but I do want to practice. I’m throbbing with the need to have him inside me.
I reach for his biceps. “Can we please have sex now, Daddy?”
“No, Little doll. But I’ll work on stretching your cunt so you’ll be ready. There’s no way to avoid some pain when I first take you, but I don’t want it to be so much that your memory of your first experience is negative.”
“But…”
“Don’t argue with Daddy.” He narrows his gaze farther. “Did you like having your pussy spanked?”
My face heats as I stare at him. I can’t answer that question. The truth is that I did, but I would never admit that out loud. Even though he’s well aware. After all, he made me ask him to swat my pussy, and he could smell my arousal from the act.
Without forcing me to respond, Daddy lowers his lips to mine and kisses me. Not a peck. A full, deep kiss. The kind that makes my toes curl and causes me to forget my name. He angles his head to one side and deepens the connection, sliding his tongue into my mouth.
I’m drowning in lust. I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life. I never even dreamed it was possible. His taste drives me wild, and I’m certain mine does the same to him.
When he pulls back, I’m panting, and he immediately lowers his lips to my chest, sucking one of my nipples hard.
I cry out at the slight pain, arching my chest up to meet his lips at the same time. My fingertips dig into his biceps.
After treating both my nipples to the same torture, he drops lower, kissing a path to my pussy. Pushing my legs open wide, he settles between them and doesn’t hesitate to suck my clit.
It’s shocking how often I can come. I never realized such a thing was possible, and I’m not sorry. It’s magnificent. Every time I orgasm, I find myself closer to Daddy.
I whimper when he releases my clit to reach over the side of the bed toward the nightstand. I don’t know what all he has in that drawer, but every time he produces something new, I’m titillated.
This time what he holds up makes my breath hitch. I have no clue what it is, but I don’t think I want to know either. I want to close my knees, but Daddy is kneeling between them.
“Reach up and grab the headboard, Little doll,” he orders.
I obey him as I assume I will for the rest of my life.
Daddy plants a hand on my pelvis, holding me down. “Do you know what this is, Cora?”
“No,” I whisper. But I’m beginning to guess.
“It’s a dildo. I’m going to slide it up into your cunt. It will be tight, but I want you to get used to the sensation.”
I swallow hard. That thing is gigantic, but it’s not as wide as his penis, so it’s probably a good idea that I let him put it in me.
He glides it over my entrance. “I have lube, and we might need it in the future, but your pussy is so wet that it’s not necessary today.”
I can’t imagine when I will ever not be wet for him. I’ve been aroused since I arrived, and he says that’s only going to get more intense.
He leans lower, still teasing my entrance. “I’ll need the lube sometimes when I penetrate your bottom, Little doll.”
I gasp. With that? He used his fingers yesterday, and I sort of got used to them, but the rod in his hand is significantly bigger.
“Your cunt has its own natural lubricant. Your bottom does not. When I fucked your tight rear hole with my fingers, I was able to gather your juices, but I’ll need lube sometimes when I use this dildo or my cock.”
That sounds horrifying, and yet my pussy creams for him at the suggestion. I’m learning that I need to trust him. He won’t hurt me, and every time he does something new, I end up enjoying it.
“Relax your pussy, Little doll.” He’s still holding me down with his enormous hand against my pelvis, his fingers splayed out across my tummy.
Suddenly the thick rubber-looking cock starts vibrating, and Daddy holds it firmly against my clit.
I cry out as waves of pleasure send me into the stratosphere. I go from zero to one hundred in seconds, especially since the change is unexpected. It seems like my entire body is humming from the vibrations.
As soon as the throbbing subsides, Daddy moves the fake penis lower, pressing it against my entrance. “Don’t clench, Little doll.”
It’s very hard to obey this particular order.
My instinct is to beg him not to put that inside me, but I know it’s for the best, and he’s doing his part to ensure I won’t be in tremendous pain when he uses his penis.
The stretch is almost unbearable when he eases it into me.
Almost. I’m not dying. It doesn’t really hurt. It’s just a rubber dildo.
“Good girl. Look at Daddy. Spread your knees wider, sweetness. Let me inside.”
Trembling, I grip his arms and open my thighs farther.
“That’s my good girl. Let it feel good.” He slides the dildo in and out of me, going deeper each time, tormenting me with more and more friction. When he sets his thumb on my clit and grinds against the swollen bundle of nerves, I tip over the edge. My channel grips the toy hard, pulsing around it.
I come so hard that my vision blurs, and I can’t utter a single coherent word. I’m nothing but a bundle of nerves, riding high on waves of pleasure.
When it’s over, Daddy removes the dildo and kisses all over my face. “Such a good girl.”
I feel like a good girl. How could I not? He tells me so often.
Daddy slides off the bed and drags me to the edge before cleaning my pussy with several wipes. He drops his hands on either side of my shoulders. “Would you like to wear panties and a dress this morning?”
I smile. “Yes, Daddy.” I’m grateful he’s not going to insist I be diapered. That’s going to be hard to get used to. I don’t want to waddle around his cabin wearing such a thing, nor would I want anyone else to see me like that. I’d be mortified.
He’s still totally naked as he heads for the dresser. I almost hate that he puts on jeans before returning with a pair of panties from that top drawer. The one I can’t reach or even see into. He slides the cotton up my legs and then stands me on my feet to pull them over my bottom.
He returns to the drawer and pulls something else out. It’s pastel pink, and when he shakes it out, I see it’s a cotton dress. A very pretty one with white lace around the hem and at the short sleeves. I probably owned something like it when I was a toddler.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had pretty things or clothes that fit me.
My mother had some nice clothes when she died, but they disappeared, so when I eventually needed larger clothes and Vincent told me to find whatever I needed in my mother’s closet, nothing was left but ugly dreary garments that barely fit me.
“Arms up, Little doll.”
I lift my hands above my head and let Daddy pull the dress down my body. It fits perfectly, except for the fact that it barely reaches past my butt and I’m not wearing a bra.
I haven’t worn a bra in years. My mother had much bigger breasts than me, so when I outgrew my bras, hers were too big, and I just stopped wearing one.
I certainly wasn’t going to ask Vincent for something so personal.
It was bad enough that I had to remind him to buy me feminine pads once a month.
He always seemed put out, as if it were my fault I had my period every twenty-eight days just to inconvenience him.
Daddy cups my breasts through the cotton, causing my nipples to pebble. In this dress, people will see them. I never let my nipples show. I always wear a sweater over my shirts to prevent that.
“I noticed you weren’t wearing a bra when you came here yesterday, Little doll. Do you not like them?”
My face heats. I guess he doesn’t think I look appropriate either. My bottom lip trembles, and tears come to my eyes.
“Hey… What are the tears for?” Squatting down in front of me, he pulls me into his arms.
I lean into him and cry, really cry. It bubbles out of nowhere. Years of frustration and sadness catch up with me. “I’m sorry,” I manage to mumble between sobs.
Daddy scoops me off the floor and brings me to his chest. “Goodness, sweetness, why are you sorry?”
Sniffling, I manage to murmur, “Because I look ridiculous in this dress without a bra. You’re embarrassed.”
He gasps and holds me back to look me in the eyes. “That is not true, Little doll. You’re stunning in this dress. I wouldn’t put a bra on you if I had ten of them. I like having access to your breasts and being able to see the hard points of your nipples.”
I swallow hard, trying to stop the tears. He wouldn’t lie to me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I hold his shoulders and clear my throat. “I only had my mother’s bras. They were too big, so I stopped wearing them a few years ago.”
“Ah. And you weren’t about to ask Vincent to buy you new ones.”
“Right.”
“Is that why your clothes didn’t fit? They were your mother’s?”
“Yes.”
“Well, you’ll have your own clothes now, and we didn’t order you any bras yesterday. We’ll do that with our next order, okay? I like you in as little clothing as possible when we’re alone, but we’ll dress you in warmer, less-revealing clothes when we go out.”
I finally manage to smile. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome. Now, let’s eat breakfast.”