Chapter 3
“What are you doing?” She cinches up her brow, so worried.
“We need to do an exam. Just pretend…” There’s trust in her eyes, and I’m reminded how much I love her.
So fucking much. Down into my bones, but I also love to use her lithe body for my pleasure, and in turn, I teach her about all the things she needs to know.
“You’re the one the police came to pick up this morning.
You’ve done something terrible, and you need to do whatever you are told to get out of trouble.
But the officer needs to search you first. Make sure you’re a clean, healthy girl. ”
I deepen my voice as I set down the lube and reach around, tugging out the cuffs. The metal chinks and flashes in the overhead light, and Sammi’s eyes pop wide.
I’m salivating. My daughter has the most perfect cunt God ever created and it’s been too many hours since I had my eyes on it.
“Daddy?” The word I love so much quivers from her lips, and God help me, I get so fucking horny when she’s a little scared.
“Do as you’re told young lady, and everything will be okay.
The officer needs to give you an exam before we put you in holding, make sure you’re not hiding anything dangerous but you have to be restrained.
” The fantasy settles in, flaming her cheeks as it whips through her, and from the way her inner thighs quiver, she’s scared, but she’s down.
Good girl.
“Arms out.” I nod toward her center where her hands are worrying an invisible spot on her belly. “Wrists together.”
She complies, locking her elbows and lifting her hands from her tummy. I circle her tiny wrists with the cool metal and snap the cuffs shut as her body tenses, and a fearful little whimper chirps from her throat.
“They have to be tight enough you can’t get away, but not too tight that you’ll be hurt.” I keep my voice calm and flat, channeling my inner dirty cop. “You follow instructions and everything will be fine.”
There’s a series of hooks over the back of the daybed. I can’t be sure the Marchettis didn’t have them installed for this very purpose, but a tricked-out mob conjugal room is likely to have been designed for just this sort of fantasy.
“Relax.” I loop my fingers on the short chain in between the metallic circles of the cuffs and pull her arms above her head, hanging it on the metal hook.
It’s the perfect height, and my dick grows an inch looking at Sammi staring up at me. Her arms above her head, stretched upward, but not so far she’s in pain, just…helpless.
I flex my neck, crouch down and retrieve the lube, then pop the top and drizzle it down my fingers, letting it drip down my knuckles and palm.
Resting my ass back on my heels, I lean in to give her soft little slick petals a long swipe with my tongue.
“Ooooh, Daddy, yes please.”
Her flavor spreads over my tongue. It’s her but…there’s something different.
Is she sweeter? Maybe.
I know her body and her taste so well, something in her chemistry has changed, but I still want to confirm what I’m pretty sure is true.
“You think calling an officer of the law Daddy will get you special privileges?” My tone is stern, setting my jaw and pulling my brows tight, feigning as much anger as I can muster.
I’m never angry at Sammi, but for this fantasy, I’ll fake it ‘til I make it.
Her cute little chin quivers as she sits there exposed and naked, belly and tits shaking, fingers extending then clenching in the cuffs over her head.
“No. I’m sorry, officer. I just—”
I cut her off. “I know girls like you. They’ll try anything to get out of trouble.
” I tsk, and she rolls her lips together, her toes curling on the edge of the bed.
“Just be still. Keep your legs open, and if you do everything I say, I’ll see what I can do about being the Daddy you clearly need.
And maybe letting you have something your pussy also needs. ”
“Okay.” She nods, her face lit up pink, nipples in tight, deep-pink peaks as her juices drip from her little opening.
“You’re making a mess on my bed,” I chastise, shaking my head. “I’m not sure I even need the lube for your cavity search.”
I battle the urge to just give in and give her head, lapping at her sugar sweetness, because eating her out is damn near as good as fucking her.
She’s tight, so fucking tasty, and horny almost all the time, and it feeds my inner beast. An evil smile stretches my lips over my teeth.
“I’ll make your kitty very happy, young lady. Some girls love what I’m about to do, and it makes them come, but I’m going to put my whole hand inside you and make sure you’re not hiding contraband or have some other issue.”
“Is something wrong with me?” She nips her bottom lip as I shake my head.
“Oh no, baby. Nothing is wrong at all. Just lean back, and take a deep breath. There will be lots of pressure, but you’re not getting away until this entire hand is inside. So get used to the idea. Fighting and tensing will only make it harder.”
Her pleading eyes are fixed on me, and I’m so turned on I can barely see straight.
“Daddy—” She whispers but I cut her off.
“It’s officer,” I bark, landing a smack on the inside of her thigh with one hand as I notch my lubed-up fingers at her tiny entrance gaining a gasp from her quivering lips.
The thought that fisting her is potentially not impossible dawns on me.
My daughter is fucking tight, and my hand will feel like a fucking bowling ball pushing into a cupholder.
“Now, I need to be sure you are not hiding weapons or substances. You’re clearly a troubled little girl, and it’s my job to help you get back on the straight and narrow. ”
“Ok-kay,” she stutters as my dark, twisted desire for my daughter grows exponentially inside this new fantasy.
“Don’t fight me.” I growl then lean forward, and fuck if I wouldn’t sell my soul right now for one fucking pump inside her, but I know the payoff of patience will be worth it. “This is how I do my cavity searches for the most dangerous female criminals.”
I drag my tongue up her center as I apply blunt force to her pussy, elongating my fingers, curling my hand into the most tapered shape manageable and starting to push.
Two fingers first.
I apply pressure, not sliding all the way in yet, just letting her feel what’s about to happen. Sammi chirps with small, helpless sound, and I pause.
I won’t harm her, physically or otherwise but I will push her, and I will entertain myself in the process.
“Oh my God.” She throws her head back onto the top of the little sofa bed, the cuffs rattling on the hook above as she tugs and twitches. “That’s too big!”
“Not too big. It’s two fucking fingers, brat.
Stop with the dramatics and take what’s coming to you,” I mutter into her sweetness, sweat trailing down my spine as I flick my tongue over her swollen little nub while twisting my fingers back and forth, stretching her opening as I intrude into her slick hole up to my second knuckle.
"I'm going to insert my hand all the way. You're going to relax and take it. You got yourself here. This is a consequence of your choices, young lady."
"Yes, officer." Her little chin quivers, and God, it makes me so fucking hard to see her like this. Restrained, naked, shaking, open wide, her flavor still spreading on my tongue.
I give tongue attention to her clit while easing my fingers into her banded-tight opening. As many times as I’ve fucked my daughter, Jesus, she’s still virgin tight, and it makes my damn eyes cross every time I get my thick dick inside her.
“I don’t usually lick inmates to help the process, little girl.
You’re special though, and you will show me how much you appreciate my thoughtfulness when I’m done, you understand?
” She nods in the affirmative, lips open, chest heaving as I work the tip of my tongue around the hood of her clit, watching her eyes roll back as I invade her body, curling my index and pinky under my two center fingers.
She’s taking the tips of all four now, wincing and clicking her teeth together, trying to be brave.
It’s so fucking hot watching her take something that shouldn't fit. I’m a big guy, everywhere and my hand is no exception.
"Stay still," I order, the band of her opening fighting back, and I get barely to the first knuckles on all four fingers before I pause. She makes a keening sound, and her thighs jerk closed for a second before I dart my eyes to hers. “You keep them open, or I’ll tie them open, you under-stand?”
“I’m sorry, officer.” She pouts, and my balls draw up so tight I feel them in my fucking throat.
“You know you want to show it off.” I apply more pressure, sucking on her hot little clit, then draw back, taking in the sight of my fingers halfway inside her tiny opening. “God, I bet men sell their souls for just one hit. It’s a magnificent pussy. Tastes like sugar and sin.”
The strip of pink flesh between her legs is a masterpiece. I’ll never get tired of just fucking look-ing at her.
She’s slick and swollen, with the scent of pure heaven lacing itself into the air. The little bud of her clit wants more attention, and I give it to her with another long, slow lick.
"When's the last time you were searched?" I ask.
"Never, officer." Her eyes are imploring, and so fucking trusting.
"Then this is going to be an experience. It’s going to hurt. But, not more than you can take."
Her hips tilt forward, and I know my girl loves a little pain now and then.
I tug my brows tight and pump another inch of my fingers into her hot little pussy. "I said be still."
"Sorry—"
"Don't be sorry. Just do what I tell you."
I push. More of my thick fingers disappear inside her, and the heat of her is obscene. Wet and tight and clutching.
"Such a tight little girl." I grimace, revisiting my doubt that I’ll get my entire hand inside her. "This is going to be difficult, but it has to be done."
She nods, the mess of her dark curls frantic around her cherub face. The soft little muscles in her arms strain against the cuffs as they clink on the hook.
I carry on, the give of her body fascinating as I twist my wrist to loosen up that tight flesh that’s fighting back.
Sammi's chin falls to her chest, and a sound comes out of her that's half-moan, half-sob. Her inner muscles flutter around my knuckles.
"Breathe," I tell her. "Big breath. Let it out."
She does. On the exhale she raises her chin, catching my eyes with her and I push deeper.
Four fingers now, down to the third knuckle. The widest part of my hand. She’s vibrating from her toes to her nose. Her tits quivering, belly hollowed.
I pause there, letting her body struggle to accommodate. The stretch has to fucking sting. The skin around my fingers is pulled taut, flushed dark pink as her clit juts out, begging.
"Look at you," I say, leaning down to French kiss her clit in praise. "Little girl pussy can take more than you think."
“Dadd—” She catches herself and corrects. "Off—Officer—It stings—"
"That’s because you’re a tight little felon. I bet this innocent little act works on most men, doesn’t it? They fall to their feet and give you everything you want."
I fold my thumb into my palm, forcing my hand into the shape of a wedge.
Or a weapon.
“That’s not true. I’m a good girl.”
“Good girls don’t end up here with their legs spread, taking a stranger’s hand up their cunt.
This is not my first time with a good actress like you.
You’re soft and tight, but deep down you’re a slut, and you are not in charge here.
” I keep my tone hard, her little belly starting to quiver as the thickest of my knuckles pops inside.
“Ow! Shit, shit, shit…” She chants, her cheeks stop-sign red, fingers clutching the chain on the cuffs, pulling her spine straight.
Fuck, her pink flesh is obscene around my hand. So beautiful, so willing for me to take it.
My love for Sammi pounds in my chest. She might not understand, but this, right here, this makes me love her more. Want her more.
"I warned you it was going to hurt," I say. "You're going to feel full. You're going to feel like it's too much. And you're going to take it anyway, because this is what happens when you break the rules. Say you understand."
"I understand, officer."
"Good girl."
I push. Push.
Spit down on my hand. Spit again. Reach over and grab the lube and let it drip on her stretched pink flesh.
One. More. Push.
“Almost there.” I lean in and kiss her clit again and pride pounds in my chest as I invade her completely. Popping my knuckles through her opening and into the sucking, welcoming walls inside. “Fuck, yeah.” I growl, sucking her little clit in reward.
Her whole body goes rigid, thighs clamping against my arm, and I stop with the crown of my hand inside her.
"You good?" I ask, more as Daddy than officer, because she is my little girl, and as much as the fantasy is making me lust blind imagining raw dogging her on all fours , her wellbeing always trumps my own carnal needs.
She's panting now, the fear on her face replaced with her own lusty need. "Don't stop, please, please, don't stop—"
I nod with a sinister, satisfied smile. “That’s it. I knew you could do it, and I knew you’d like it, because you are a hot little slut, and you need to be pushed and punished and put in your place. Now, breathe, relax, and let me do my fucking job."
Her brown eyes find mine and hold.
My stepdaughter. Looking at me while my hand disappears inside her body. Handcuffed to a wall inside the county jail.
This picture will live rent-free in my head for the rest of my life.
“It’s good, yessss, officer, I’ll be good.”
I push again. The pressure in my gut builds as she yelps, but her hips rise to meet me, giving me all the permission I need for this last part.
“Tight fucking whore,” I grit out, darkness edging my vision with her at the center.
My hand sinks past the widest point, and then something gives.
She shudders, gasps, and the rest of me slides in.
No, she sucks me in.
My thumb. The meat of my palm. All of it.
I am inside her to the wrist.
“Pussy’s like a fucking vacuum,” I growl as her body undulates and tugs at the unnatural inva-sion.
I’d sell my own soul for this girl.
This is a first for me, and fuck, it’s hot. I’m so turned on, there’s little blood left in my brain for rational thought.
"Holy—" Sammi starts, drawing a sharp breath, her chest rising, nipples tight and pointed. Her eyes are wet, lashes clumped, blinking, blinking.
I hold my hand there, letting us both experience the moment.
Fuck, my entire hand is cradled inside her body, her walls gripping and massaging me, her pulse beating against my knuckles.
I’m not sure what we will do to top this moment, but we have a lifetime to try.