Chapter 31
Thirty-One
Briana
I’m aware it’s morning by the lights leaking into the room from around the blinds. There’s a reason I’m awake. Daddy’s hand is stroking my inner thigh. As soon as I open my eyes, he whispers, “It’s time, princess.”
I don’t have to ask what he means. I know. And I’m ready. Excited.
He pinches the bruise on my inner thigh. The one that is fading from the last time he marked me.
I squeal.
He chuckles. “I will remark you this morning.” He strokes the spot. “Go potty and brush your teeth. Be quick about it.”
When he rolls back and pats my bottom, I scramble from the other side of the bed. As I round it, I watch him. He’s stalking me with his eyes as he sits up. His gaze is narrow, dangerous, threatening.
After quickly using the bathroom, I return to him. He rises and points to the bed. “Climb back in. I’ll be right back.”
I stifle a giggle. I shouldn’t be surprised he wants us to brush our teeth before we fuck. I should be glad. I’m hoping this means he’s also going to kiss me. Our lips have never touched. I’ll be disappointed if he wants to be intimate with me without kissing.
When he returns, I’m out of sorts, unsure where he wants me or how he intends to fuck me. I know he’ll make it perfect though. In his own way.
He comes to the end of the bed, naked, his cock bobbing as he crawls toward me. “Open your legs. Let me look at you.”
I scramble to spread my knees as wide as I can. We’ve been in this position before, but this time I can see him. See his eyes and the lust dancing in them.
“I’m going to fuck your virgin cunt, princess.”
His words and tone make me whimper. Cream leaks from my pussy. My nipples pebble.
“I’m the only man who will ever touch you. I’m a jealous fuck. Keep your eyes off other men. I watched you last night at dinner. You were torn between being polite with my brothers and obeying my order not to look at other men. It was obvious by your nervousness that you felt disloyal to me.”
“Yes, Daddy. I did.”
“Don’t let it happen again. I will tell them you’re not permitted to look them in the eyes. Keep your gaze down when you’re in the same room as my brothers. Your focus will always be on me. No matter where you are or who you’re with, you will always be thinking of me.”
“Yes, Sir.” Why is it so fucking sexy when he makes irrational demands? My nipples stiffen.
He lowers his gaze to my body, taking me in, drinking me with his eyes.
From the moment I met him, I’ve been aroused by his unconventional methods, but this is a whole new level. I’m not simply peripherally aware of him. I can see the desire in his eyes.
“You need a tattoo.” He lowers his lips and kisses a spot next to my pussy. “Right here.”
A tremor takes over, leaving me breathless, panting. I’m shocked to find myself nodding. I’ve never wanted a tattoo, but I will do it for him.
His head lifts, and he meets my gaze and holds it. “You’ll do anything I tell you, won’t you, Briana?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I will. Always. I’m a slave to his wishes. My desire to please him has grown since yesterday evening. Now that I know who he is, I find myself wanting to obey him even more. The unknown has vanished.
“That pleases me.”
I smile.
“I need your mouth.”
Thank fuck.
He climbs higher up my body, lowers over me, nestles his cock against my pussy, and cups my head. His lips descend slowly until they’re touching mine.
A zing of electricity runs through my body. I’ve longed for this moment. And now it’s here.
He isn’t gentle. He kisses me as though our lives depend on it. He angles my head, controlling everything. His tongue traces my lips, demanding entrance.
I open for him, moaning into his mouth as he sucks my tongue almost painfully before releasing it and showing me how fucking nice it is to be kissed. It’s not just our first kiss. It’s my first ever. It’s more than I expected. Heaven.
By the time he releases my lips, I’m squirming against him, eager for him to enter me.
“I don’t kiss women,” he declares.
I gasp.
He grins. “You’re my first.”
“But…”
“Oh, I’ve fucked them, but I never let it become intimate. I fuck and leave. I’m going to fuck you, too, but I’ll never leave you.”
It’s his way of saying how much he cares about me. He might as well have just declared his undying love.
I whimper when he shifts his body down mine, removing his cock from my entrance. He kisses my nipples, back and forth, teasing them until they’re hard points. Then he sucks, flicking with his tongue, making me so horny I can’t breathe.
“I don’t suck women’s nipples either,” he comments before easing even lower.
I’m reeling from his revelation as he covers my mound with his mouth, flicks his tongue over my clit rapidly, driving me to the edge. When he releases me, he plants a reverent kiss on my swollen folds. “And I certainly don’t eat pussy.”
At that, I nearly come. Does he have any idea how fucking sweet he is? He thinks he’s so bad, so dark, so black. But inside, he’s a man who needs what I have to offer him. My love and devotion. And in return, he’s offering me his.
He crawls back up my body. “I’m going to kiss you with your juices all over my lips while I fuck you.”
I moan. “Daddy…”
“When my cock is inside you, you may call me Rook. You will scream my name so loud that everyone in the house knows I’ve fucked you. It’s the only time I will also allow you to cuss.”
Shaking, I nod. I’ll do anything he asks. I’m a slave to his whims.
“Fuck. You make me lose my head.” He lifts onto all fours, confusing me, while he leans over the edge of the bed.
The next thing I know, he’s on his knees, ripping into a condom and then rolling it on.
Shit. I didn’t even think of that. I could have gotten pregnant if he hadn’t realized. Pregnancy is not on my bingo card.
“You make me lose my head so badly that I almost forgot the condom. You need to go to the school clinic and get on some sort of birth control. I hate pausing to put these things on.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Dropping back down so his cock is at my entrance, he looks into my eyes. “You’ll never get roses and flowers from me. I have no idea how to be gentle. I’m going to fuck you hard. It’s going to hurt the first time.”
“Yes, Sir.” Doesn’t he realize I don’t need roses or any other flowers? Doesn’t he know I don’t need gentle? Doesn’t he know all I want is for him to claim me in the way only Daddy can do?
Suddenly, he thrusts into me, filling me so full that I cry out as I grab his biceps. I can’t breathe. Fuck, it hurts.
He does it again.
I scream.
This time, he holds still. “Relax your cunt, Briana,” he orders.
I try. It’s too hard. I’m sure I’m bleeding. I push against his chest. “Rook…” Tears come to my eyes.
He grabs my face with one hand. “Look at me, princess.”
My vision is blurry as I try to focus.
“Take a breath. The pain will ease.”
I can’t. It won’t.
“Briana…” His bark makes me tremble. “Obey.”
Tears fall as I inhale deeply.
“Good girl. Again.”
I let the oxygen out and draw in more.
“Again.”
My heart rate is slowing back down now. I don’t know if it’s from time or his voice. Following his orders helps me center myself. I suspect it always will.
Eventually, he pulls partway out again. This time, he slides in slowly.
“Ohhh… That feels good.”
He chuckles and does it again. “Good is not the word I’ll ever use to describe what it feels like when my cock is inside your tight cunt.”
“Mmm…” Apparently, there are a million nerve endings in my vagina. All of them have come alive. The pain has gone. It’s been replaced with so much pleasure.
The next pass makes me moan.
“Still good?” he teases.
“Shut up,” I mutter.
He chuckles again. It’s fucking musical. He’s humored by me. We’re having sex, and Rook is laughing. He’s not making fun of me. We’re enjoying this as a unit.
“More?” he asks.
My chest tightens. He doesn’t often ask me permission for much of anything. But he is, and it’s huge. I’ll take the wins when I can get them. “Yes, please.”
This time, he thrusts in and out several times before suddenly pulling all the way out. He grabs my hips, turns me onto my side, pushes my leg to my chest, and fucks me again.
Oh… Fuck… That feels so good. Or just different. Deeper.
“Touch your clit, Briana,” he orders.
I’m shocked. He never lets me touch myself. Apparently, all bets are off during sex. I reach my hand between my legs and stroke the swollen bundle of nerves. This is a new experience for me. I’ve never played with my pussy. It never occurred to me before I met my stalker, and then he forbade me.
“Rub harder, princess. I want to feel your cunt grip my cock when you come.”
I arch my head, panting as I play with my clit. It feels so good. Nothing in my life has ever felt this good. I’m close…
And then I’m there. Right on the edge, hovering in that blissful state right before my orgasm consumes me.
My channel milks Rook’s cock. My clit pulses against my fingers. And I scream out, “Rook.”
His name still echoes in the room as he bellows his own release. He goes rigid, his hand gripping my hip, his torso jerking with each wave of his orgasm.
When he’s done, he stays inside me for long seconds before easing out.
The room is spinning. As I move to roll onto my back, he grabs my hip again and anchors me. After scooting down the bed, his mouth comes to my ass right at the swell where my butt and thigh come together. And then he sucks.
I’m stunned at first, and then I remember. He’s marking me in yet another spot. This time my ass. Inches from both my bottom and my pussy.
I clench when he sucks too hard. There’s no stopping him. He likes to mark me. He wants the bruises to last. If I thought he would go easier on me now that he has the ability to mark me anytime he wants, I was wrong.
He sucks until it hurts, bringing tears to my eyes before he releases the spot. He’s still gripping my hip hard enough to leave fingerprints. I suspect he’s admiring his work.
When he’s satisfied, he climbs behind me and spoons me tightly. He says nothing. It’s okay. He doesn’t have to. He’s told me in so many ways how he feels about me.
Seconds tick by. I can’t keep from asking the pressing question. I don’t need him to say he loves me, but I need to know that he does. “Do you love me, Daddy?” I ask tentatively.
He holds me tighter and kisses my neck. “With my whole heart, princess. With my soul. With my mind. With my body. I’ll never be good at saying those words.
They don’t come naturally to me. But you’ll know how much I love you every time I lock you in the naughty box or spank your bottom.
You’ll know you are loved when I plug your ass or fuck you from behind.
You’ll know my love when you sit down in class and text me to say that you’ve arrived safely.
You’ll know how deeply I love you when I let you swallow my cock.
And, Briana, you’ll feel the depths of my love most especially when I’m buried in your cunt, fucking you so hard that the only thing you know in the universe is your total devotion to me and mine to you. ”
If a heart can actually skip a beat, I think mine does. Emotions well up inside me. No one has ever said anything like that to me in my entire life. It might be unconventional, but his speech was the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. “I love you, too, Rook.”