Chapter 5
I drag my knuckles up and down her slit, and she makes this wet, ragged little whimper, her body clenching around nothing, confused by the sudden emptiness.
Her thighs tremble, slick with lube and her generous squirt, and I love the little gaping at her hole that holds fast for a few seconds after I leave her.
“That’s it, inmate,” I groan, my dick pounding at my zipper, ready for his turn. “Now you have another cavity that needs searched.”
She looks up at me, eyes glassy, lips parted, and I can see the war in her.
"Oh," she breathes. "Daddy, my bottom? It needs searching too?"
Her voice has gone small.
The voice she uses when she's curled against my chest after, when the hard fucking is over, and she needs Daddy to tell her she did well and she’s a good girl.
She's looking down at her pliant body, at the mess between her legs, her used little cunt help-less and pink and all fucking mine.
Her eyes flick to the side table where I set the lube. Then back to me. Understanding dawns slow and hot across her face.
"Officer—"
"Daddy now." I reach up and work the chain off the hook with a clink, my hand still slick, and her arms drop. She makes a small sound of relief as her shoulders come down, and I rub them to help her get the feeling back.
She’s still doll-sized compared to me, and I dig my fingers into her hips as I flip her onto the floor, bending her forward over the edge of the little sofa bed before she can squeal.
The white fabric cradles her forearms. Her cuffed hands scrabble against the fabric. Her knees shoulder width on the black rug that covers the floor, ass presented to me all round and ready.
"Stay still," I growl.
My belt clanks. Zipper. The rustle of fabric as I shove my jeans and boxers down to my knees. My cock springs free so fucking hard, stars spark in front of my vision, darts of pain shooting outward.
The head is seeping with pre-cum. I've been ignoring it this whole time. Focusing on her. Not anymore.
The lube is cool in my palm.
I work it over the head first, then up and down the iron bar of my shaft in crude strokes that makes me grunt, then I use what's left on her. Two slick fingers pressing against that tight little pucker.
She knows what’s coming.
Both of us, hopefully.
She’s an anal slut. First time I got my dick into her ass, she squirted like a damn firehose.
"Remember how to breathe when Daddy pushes his cock into your bottom?" I remind her.
"Y-yes, Daddy."
"Then do it, baby. Be my good girl."
She inhales. On the exhale, I push one finger in. Her ass clenches and then relaxes, and I sink in to the knuckle.
Fuck, she's tight here. Always so goddamn tight.
I think of fisting her here someday, but right now is not that day.
Second finger. She whimpers.
I saw in slow, even pumps fingering her ass, in and out, in and out, prepping her.
My free hand strokes the curve of her soft butt cheek, then moving to the dip of her spine. "My perfect girl. My pregnant, perfect girl, taking whatever I give her."
"Daddy—please—"
"Please what, babygirl?"
"Please fuck my ass. I need it. I need you inside me. I want your cum dripping from me there. I want a back door cream pie, Daddy." She nips her lip and my nuts seize up.
The things that come out of my daughter’s mouth.
I line myself up one more application of lube and spit.
The head of my cock presses against that impossibly tight ring of muscle. For a moment I just hold there, letting her feel the pressure as she squirms and cocks her head back to look at me with a sexy, bratty smile.
“Ow, daddy.”
"Shut up and push back," I tell her. “You asked for this.”
She does. And I thrust forward.
The sound she makes is guttural.
Her whole body convulses as the head pops in and I sink into her ass, inch by inch. She's so tight, it's almost painful, that velvet grip strangling my length.
"Fuck, Sammi—"
"Daddy—Daddy, you're so big, I can't—"
"You can." My hands find her hips. She will have ten little bruises tomorrow, and I fucking love seeing my marks on her. " You know you can take it. Now relax that pretty little asshole, and let me in."
She exhales like I taught her the first few times. I slide deeper. Another inch.
Another, until I'm buried to the hilt, my balls pressed against her soaked pussy, my cock con-tained in that impossible heat.
I don't move. Give her time.
“I fucking own you.” I growl.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m yours, only yours.”
She nods frantically, her spine going concave then convex. Over and over as her sphincter grabs at the base of my cock and nearly snaps it off.
"There you go," I breathe. "There you go, baby. Took every inch. So proud of you."
"You are?"
"So fucking proud."
And then I start to move.
I’m not feeling gentle.
I pull back until just the head of me is inside her, then slam forward. Her body jolts with the impact. A cry tears out of her throat.
It’s not enough. I do it again. And again.
The image of my daughter carrying my child sends me into the darkness.
I’m building a rhythm that's punishing, my hips slapping against her ass, the wet sound of lube and her earlier orgasm filling the room.
"Rub your little kitty," I grit out. “Finger that clit while you get your ass fucked in lock up.”
Her cuffed hands fumble between her legs. I can't see what she's doing from this angle, but I hear the moment, then know from the way her body tightens, she’s found her clit.
"That's it. Rub that hot little spot while Daddy stretches your ass."
"Yes—yes, Daddy, it's so—I'm so full—"
"Full of me. Full of my cock. Full of my baby." I lean forward, one hand leaving her hip to brace on the back of the sofa. The new angle drives me deeper, and she chokes out a broken scream. "That's right. Scream for me. No one's coming. No one's stopping this."
My other hand snakes around her hip, finds her clit, pushes her fingers aside. I circle it, rough and fast, and she's bucking into my touch, her ass clenching around my cock in rhythmic spasms.
"Gonna come, babygirl?"
"Gonna—Daddy, I'm gonna—"
"Come on my cock. Come while I'm in your ass. Squeeze the cum from Daddy’s balls, baby."
She does. “Daddy!”
Her orgasm hits hard, shaking her down to her bones.
I feel it before I hear it. The convulsive clench of her body, the way her ass milks my cock, the shudder that runs through her from shoulders to thighs. Then the sound. That high, pleading sob that’s primal and sexy as fuck.
It pushes me over.
"Fuck—Sammi—baby—"
My release hits me in a blinding rush, emptying into her ass in thick pulses. I keep fucking her through it, grinding, groaning, my face buried down into her back.
God, the smell of her cum drives me wild.
For a long moment, there's just our ragged breathing.
Hers. Mine.
I’m overwhelmed with emotion.
It hangs over me like a storm cloud. Weights my shoulders like a mantle.
I’m going to be a father. Something I never imagined before her.
Everything is changing and I’m fucking ready for my life to start. The life I didn’t realize a man like me could have before I got my dick inside my daughter.
I’m not ashamed. I’m fucking feral for her and nothing and no one will stop me from spending the rest of my life being the father our child deserves and the man she needs.
Here in the cinderblock walls of the lower level of the county jail, I’m balls deep in my daugh-ter’s ass. She’s panting and making happy little post-orgasmic sounds, and my hand is still coated with her.
And she’s carrying my baby.
Life is weird. But so fucking good.
“Daddy loves you so much. You know that, right?” I exhale, tracing a finger down her spine, watching the flesh rise into goosebumps.
“I love you, too. And your cock, and everything. Everything.” She starts to quiver and push back, hugging me with her ass muscles, and I’m ready for round two when the knock comes.
Then a guard's voice comes muffled through the door. "Got you cleared to go. When you're ready, sir. I'll wait."
Sammi tenses under me. Her little body grabbing onto the hard meat of my dick still lodged in her asshole.
I stroke her hip and press a kiss to the back of her neck, right where her hair ends. "We're okay. We're done."
I pull out, my cock still glistening with lube, and she hisses at the drag as I stand, tucking myself back into my boxers. My jeans. Take a moment to fasten my belt with hands that aren't quite steady.
She's still on her knees, forearms on the daybed, ass leaking my cum.
Beautiful. An ass full of cream. Just like she wanted. I love being the man that satisfies her. Makes her filthy and needy for me.
My ass. My daughter. All mine.
"Come here, baby." I scoop her up. She feels smaller somehow. She’s limp and pliant, her cuffed hands resting in her lap. I fish the key from my pocket and work the lock. The cuffs fall away, and I rub her wrists where the metal has left pink lines. "You did so good. So good for me. You okay?"
She nods against my chest. "I'm okay, Daddy."
"Good girl." I kiss the top of her head. "You've got my cum leaking out of your ass right now. We need to get you cleaned up before we go home."
She giggles. "You made a mess."
"I made a mess, you’re right, baby, but you like Daddy’s messes, don’t you?" I smooth her hair back from her face, then search the floor for the clothes she wore in, a tank top and sleep shorts with nothing underneath. "And you took it like the good girl you are. Now let's get you presentable."
I find the small bathroom in the corner of the suite, wet a washcloth with warm water, and when I come back, she's still sitting there on the daybed, holding her wrists out toward me.
"Can I keep them?"
The handcuffs. She's holding them in her open palms, looking up at me with those big choco-late-colored eyes.
I smile. "Yeah, baby. Souvenir. Your first time in lockup."
“I’m a hardened criminal.”
She clutches them to her chest like they're something precious.
Not the cuffs themselves, but what they mean. The game. The trust. The fact that I'll lock her up and then unlock her, and she'll still be my girl, always my girl, no matter what.
“You took it hard, baby. That is true.”
I kneel in front of her and start cleaning her up, the way I do at home when no one's watching, and she's just Sammi, and I'm just Daddy.
My pregnant girl. My baby is inside her right now.
We'll figure out the rest later. Her mother. The world outside this room.
"Ready, babygirl?"
She nods and slips her hand into mine.
The cuffs swing from her other hand as I guide her toward the door, that silver catching the harsh fluorescent light, winking at me.
She’s walking slow and I know I gave her pussy and her ass something to think about for a while, but I’ll reward her later with a good, long, special Daddy goodnight kiss.
My hand finds the small of her back. “You okay?”
She looks up at me. Those big eyes, still glassy, still soft from the chemical overwhelm of her orgasm. She blinks once, twice, and then her mouth curves into something shy and sleepy.
“I can feel you, Daddy,” she whispers. “Inside me. Leaking out of me.”
I stop walking. Turn her toward me. Cup her jaw and tilt her face up until she’s looking right at me, right through me, that girl who calls me Daddy in the dark and Officer when I tell her to.
“Good,” I say, and my voice is scraped clean of the game we just played. “I want you to feel me all the way home. I want you to remember, every time you shift in your seat, exactly who you are and who owns you. Daddy is always in charge.”
Then the door opens, and the guard is there, and I pull her close against my side, my arm a cage of ownership around her shoulders.
We step out into the hallway. Into the world.
She’s still holding those cuffs. And my future.