34. Chapter Thirty-Three
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
MARGERY
M argery lay on the bed next to Daddy. They had been there for several minutes, just relaxing. So much had changed in such a short amount of time.
“How was your time with Uncle Dahmere and Uncle Clinton while I was gone?” Daddy asked as he ran his hands through her hair.
Margery’s body went rigid. The whole time he was gone was basically her confessing she didn’t know what to do or feel about everything. Should she lie to Daddy? Margery already kind of had her mind made up on what she was going to do.
After seeing Daddy walk through the door with blood dripping down his arm, she knew she wouldn’t be able to leave. Even though it was going to stress her beyond belief, knowing he could get severely hurt while being out, leaving would be worse.
She loved Daddy, and wanted to spend the rest of her life growing old with him. Margery knew if she left, there was no moving on and finding another person. Especially when she knew Ethan was alive. Daddy wasn’t hurting innocent people.
“Margery. Are you okay?” Daddy asked. “Is everything all right? Did Dahmere and Clinton do something that you didn’t like?”
She shook her head. “They did nothing wrong. I promise.”
“So then what happened? Is everything okay?” He sounded concerned.
Margery was going to have to tell him. There was no way around it. He was going to continue to ask questions until he got answers. And eventually, she was going to tell him. Maybe she didn’t want it to be today, but it would have been sometime soon.
“Promise you won’t get mad?”
She needed to know that he was going to keep his cool. There had been so many books she had read where the female or male would say something like this, and the other person would blow up. She didn’t want that.
Margery knew it was just fiction, but she felt like it could happen in real life as well. Daddy had always been understanding when they were younger, but that was eighteen years ago. Things could have changed, and she needed to make sure.
For her own sake.
“Of course, Little one. I won’t get mad, but I may ask several questions to try and understand better. But just know I am always going to be a safe place for you. You can come to me for anything. Even if it’s something you know I won’t like, I want you to know that.”
She snuggled into his side. “I’ve been struggling with staying or not. You do some bad things, and I didn’t know if I could live with myself. I was frustrated because I couldn’t make a decision. I didn’t want to make a decision. I wanted somebody else to make it for me, but I knew that wasn’t possible.”
“And what does that have to do with Uncle Dahmere and Uncle Clinton?”
She chuckled when she remembered how it all went down.
“Uncle Dahmere was trying to get me to talk to them, but I wasn’t. He said something, and I blew up. After Uncle Clinton apologized and everything was calm, they asked about it. Basically gave me the ultimatum of talking to them or telling you. I wasn’t ready to talk to you about it, not yet, but then you walked through those doors with a bloody arm, and I just knew I couldn’t leave. No matter how much worry it brought me or will bring me.”
Silence filled the room, and she took several seconds to think about everything.
“It was like they knew I needed to talk it through. Talk to somebody who wasn’t Jonesy. They didn’t sway me one way or another. They gave me the pros and cons and told me it was my decision.”
“And what did they say?
“They said there were pros and cons to everything. There are. It was a matter of whether I could live with myself and not regret my decision. I already knew that and was trying to figure out which decision I wouldn’t regret. It was hard, but everything solidified once you walked through those doors.”
It was like everything flashed through her eyes in slow motion. In that moment, she had known she would regret it for the rest of her life if she left. Margery knew she would constantly be worried whether he was okay or not. She wouldn’t be able to live her life.
Ethan’s arms wrapped around her tighter, but he didn’t say a word. She didn’t know if he was annoyed or not. She had just admitted she thought about leaving behind his back. But he had to know it was on her mind. He couldn’t just expect her to be okay with him kidnapping her.
“And your decision?” he asked.
“If I left, I would be worried about you. I would think about all the what-ifs. What our life could have been like. If I stayed, would you make me the happiest person alive?” she started off saying. “And then I thought about what if I didn’t leave. Would I be able to live my life normally? Would I be able to forget about you and move on? And when you walked through those doors, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to leave. I would be worried about you. I wouldn’t be able to find another person to love, knowing that you were out there. I want to live my life with you, but I need you to know something.”
“And what is that, Little one?”
“I need you to know that I’m going to worry about you. You walk out those doors; I will be a mess until you come back. I will cling to you when you come back and not want to be let go. If you come home hurt, you will probably have to calm me down again. The thought of you getting hurt and possibly dying on me doesn’t sit well. It makes me queasy just thinking about it. It makes me want to panic because if you die, I don’t want to live my life. I might ask so many questions. I know you won’t be able to tell me everything, but I’ll need to know some answers.”
Margery felt herself starting to get choked up. She didn’t like the thought of him dying or being hurt again. How was she going to take care of him? Would she be able to?
“I don’t expect you to be brave and strong all the time. On some occasions, I’ll need you to, but on others, you don’t need to. You don’t need to hide your emotions. Not around me.”
She relaxed into his arms. She had worried he was going to tell her to be tough all the time. That wasn’t Margery, and it never would be.
“I’ll try to be mindful from now on whenever we go and do things. I won’t be able to eliminate all distress, but I might be able to do some. But you have to know this is my job; I’m not going to quit. I’ll still be a bad person. I’m still going to kill people, sell drugs, make drugs, threaten and torture bad people, organize fights, and more. That’s not going to stop.”
She knew that, and she was going to have to come to terms with it. Was it her favorite thing? No. But she did love him and knew he was not the worst in the world. Daddy didn’t kill innocent people, so that part helped.
“I was going to tell you that if you wanted to leave, I wasn’t going to hold you back.”
“I don’t want to leave, not anymore. I know you’re going to take good care of me, and you still do some good in the world even if other people don’t think it. ”
They lay in silence for several minutes. Margery was ecstatic they were finally getting the happily ever after they deserved.
“Tell me what you were thinking about when I said your bottom would be spanked if you didn’t verbally respond,” Daddy prompted.
“I don’t feel Little all the time. I have Little tendencies, but I love being independent and taken care of. I don’t know if that makes any sense. But when I do feel Little, sometimes I don’t want to talk. I need you to know that so I don’t get into trouble.”
He was going to have to respect that. She wasn’t asking for permission.
Daddy kissed the side of her head. “That’s perfectly fine. I would be angry with youfor that. But when you’re Big, and you don’t verbally respond after I’ve given you several warnings, do expect your bottom to be hot and red.”
She clenched her butt cheeks together. Was it bad for her to be turned on? The thought of getting spanked always seemed to make her horny. She knew there was a difference between a fun spanking and a punishment spanking. The books she read made it very clear that they were different.
“Tomorrow, I have something I want to show you. I think you’re going to like it. But first, I think my girl deserves a reward for being so brave.”
She sucked in a breath of air and clenched her thighs together. She had been waiting for this for a while. Margery didn’t want to say anything and have jinxed it.
“Will it hurt you?” she asked.
“No, Little one, it won’t. ”
Worry churned inside of her. She didn’t want to hurt Daddy’s arm. It had only been a couple of hours since the guys left.
“Are you sure?” she whispered.
“I am, Margery. Can’t hurt my arm if you ride me.”
Her mouth fell open. Did he really expect her to ride him when she had never had sex before? Margery wasn’t so sure about that. She didn’t know what she was doing.
“I don’t know. Maybe we should wait several days.”
Unease started to fill her. She definitely wasn’t comfortable doing that. Not for the first time.
“I don’t think so. We’re not running away from this just because you’re a virgin. It’s not happening. If you truly aren’t comfortable, we can wait a couple of days, but there are other options besides you being on top.”
Margery looked at him with interest. It wasn’t like she didn’t want to have sex with him, but she just wasn’t ready to ride him when it was her first time. It wasn’t how she envisioned losing her virginity.
“How?” she asked. “I really don’t want your arm to get hurt.”
“You on all fours. Your head down, and your ass sticking in the air. But if you don’t want to do it, you just let me know. I’m not gonna hold it against you. I never would.” He ran his hands through her hair and kissed her forehead.
Margery stayed silent. The thought of him taking her that way was already turning her on. She had read in one of the books it gave the guy access to go deeper. She didn’t know if that was make-believe or if it could actually happen.
“I just want you to know that I have dreamed about this every single day. To have my cock slip inside of you. To feel you clench around me as I move,” Daddy moaned, and she bit her lip.
He was painting a mental image in her brain of all the ways he could pleasure her.
“I don’t want to mess up,” she whispered. “I don’t want to do something you don’t like. Maybe I should practice some before.”
Things were starting to become a little overwhelming. How was she going to let him know she had never learned how to release before? No matter how hard she tried, she could never find it.
“You are not fucking practicing with anyone else but me. If you do, they are dead.”
Hearing him threaten to kill somebody shouldn’t have turned her on, but she found her fingers gripping the bed sheets as she arched her back.
“Hmmm, does my girl like the sound of that?”
She nodded and looked away. She was still worried about what he would think. What if she couldn’t come for him? Would she have to fake it? Margery didn’t even know if she could fake it. She had never watched porn to know what it was like. She had never talked to any of her friends because she was embarrassed. Girls her age normally had already slept with several guys. Most girls her age weren’t virgins in every sense.
“Your mood’s dampened,” Daddy observed her.
Why did he have to be so observant? Why couldn’t he just forget about what she was doing?
“Talk to me. Tell me why. Nothing is going to deter me. ”
Margery wasn’t so sure about that. He didn’t know what she was keeping from him. He could think it was as simple as she hadn’t groomed down there in a while. It wasn’t untrue. Margery never had and didn’t think she ever would. She managed to cut her legs and armpits, shaving all the time, she didn’t want to try and shave down there and hurt herself. That wasn’t on her bucket list.
“I’m embarrassed,” she mumbled.
Margery was older. If a woman hadn’t had sex yet, they had already pleasured themselves and had an orgasm.
But not her.
“Why are you embarrassed? You shouldn’t be embarrassed about anything.”
At this point, Daddy had moved so he was sitting in front of her. She couldn’t tell when they had sat up. Maybe it was while Daddy was talking, and she didn’t even realize it. She tended to do that a lot around Daddy. He would do something, and she would follow suit, not even really thinking about it.
“I’ve never had an orgasm before. I’ve never had sex before, but you already knew that. But I’ve never been able to push myself over the edge and find any pleasure,” she quietly and quickly said.
She was hoping he would just catch the middle part and reassure her about it. But she should have known Daddy would have caught on to everything she said.
Daddy closed his eyes and groaned. Was he that annoyed? Margery pushed herself up so she could easily get off the bed. She didn’t want to be around him if he was going to make fun of her. It was one of her biggest worries and was why she had never slept around with anyone once she was ready. She didn’t trust any man to be understanding.
“Where are you going?” Daddy asked, grabbing her arm. “I didn’t say you could go anywhere.”
“I don’t want you to make fun of me. I’m already embarrassed about it.” Margery blushed.
“There is nothing for you to be embarrassed about,” Daddy reassured her.
“Why not? I’m a thirty-five-year-old woman who hasn’t had sex before and hasn’t been able to come. What isn’t embarrassing about that?”
“It’s fucking sexy. A turn-on.”
Margery stared at him in shock. She was not expecting him to say that. She was expecting him to say he didn’t want to be with her, how it was a turn-off, and she needed more practice.
But he didn’t.
“I’m ecstatic knowing that I’ll be the first one to give you an orgasm. The person to take your virginity. And the last man you’ll ever be with. Yeah, it’s a fucking turn-on. I have dreamed about being your first for everything, and now, I am.”
Margery’s eyes stayed fixed on Ethan’s, trying to process his words.
“It’s made me so hard just thinking about it.”
Ethan grabbed her hand and placed it on his dick. Her eyes went wide as she felt how hard he was. He wasn’t lying.
“See, I told you. Such a turn-on.”
She did that to him. Not someone else; her.
“Turn around and get on all fours,” Ethan commanded .
Margery quickly maneuvered herself into position. She still had her clothes on, but she wasn’t going to question Daddy. He knew what he was doing.
She turned her head to the side and watched as Ethan moved on the bed. He got upright behind her and grabbed her cheeks, giving them a squeeze. Her head fell to the mattress as she moaned in pleasure.
They had fooled around when they were young, but it never got really heated. Their clothes had stayed on.
“I have been dying for this. To feel you wrapped around my cock.”
His hands moved up and down her body, sending waves of pleasure through her. He wasn’t even touching her there, and she was already panting with need.
“Please,” she begged.
“Patience, love,” he crooned
Margery whined and pushed her hips back. She didn’t want to be patient. She had waited so long for this.
“Please. I know it’s my first time, but I don’t want you to wait to be gentle. I want you in me, now.”
Margery knew she was being a little pushy, but she couldn’t help herself.
“Such a pushy and impatient Little girl. I don’t know if I should oblige.”
She groaned and clenched her jaw together for a couple of seconds. “The next time, you can take it however slow you want to, and I won’t complain. But right now, for the first time, I need you. I’ve been waiting for years. I never thought this would happen and now it’s right in front of me. Please . ”
Ethan pushed his hips up against her, and she moaned as she felt his erection. She wanted him inside of her.
“Sir, please!”
“Such a good girl begging. Sir’s good little slut.”
Margery pushed her hips further into him and moved them up and down. She wanted to stand up and take all of her clothes off, but Ethan hadn’t told her she could. She didn’t want to assume she had permission and have to wait longer for him to do anything.
His fingers gripped her sweatpants and underwear, slowly pulling them off her ass and down to her knees. The cold air hit her pussy.
“Shit,” she mumbled. She wasn’t expecting to get turned on just from the air hitting her.
“Lift your left leg,” he instructed, and she obeyed. “Now, the other.”
She was completely bare on the bottom half, waiting for him to do whatever he wanted.
“Now, your shirt.”
Margery partially sat up as he pulled the shirt off her.
“When did you take that off?” Ethan asked, noticing her braless chest.
“When I was in the bathroom. They are super uncomfortable.”
“Go without one whenever we are alone. Actually, that’s a rule. When there are no people, you don’t wear a bra or panties.”
Margery brought her legs together and clenched them. The thought of not wearing any panties and giving him easy access aroused her. She was getting wetter and wetter with every word he said and every thought she had.
She couldn’t wait not to wear her bra or panties. Margery couldn’t wait to see what he would do. Would he do anything, or would he tease her beyond belief?
“Get back into position,” Ethan commanded.
Margery found herself quickly getting into position. The anticipation was building. She didn’t know how much longer she could wait. She jolted in place as Daddy’s finger slipped through her folds. Pushing her hips back, she moaned as his finger pushed slightly inside of her.
“Such a needy, good girl. My needy girl.”
She pulled her hips forward and pushed them back, but Daddy’s hand disappeared. Whining, she looked back only to find him already staring at her.
“Who’s in control?” Daddy asked sternly.
“You are, Daddy.”
“So then be a good little slut, and let me take control.”
Did he not understand how long she had been waiting for this? Most people wanted their first time to be soft and easy, but Margery didn’t. She just wanted him inside of her. She wanted him to fuck her and then, later on, make love to her.
Ethan climbed off the bed, and she watched him with worry. Was he leaving her?
“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere. Just taking my clothes off.”
Margery watched in fascination as he slowly pulled his shirt off. His left shoulder and chest area were tattooed. How had she missed that? It made his arm and shoulder look robotic .
Her eyes were pulled away from his tattoo as he started to push down his pants and boxer briefs. Margery licked her lips as his cock sprang free. It wasn’t like anything she had imagined. Was it a normal size? Was it bigger than the average? Margery didn’t know, and she honestly didn’t care. All she really knew was that she wanted him inside of her right now.
“Sir. Please,” she begged. “I don’t want you to go easy on me. Don’t hold back.”
“Are you sure? It’s your first time,” Daddy asked
“I’m sure. Please.”
It’s not like she hadn’t ever masturbated. She’d bought toys and used them before, but this was different to some degree.
“I’ll go slowly in the beginning. I don’t want to hurt you too much.”
Margery whined, but a quick spank to her bottom shut her up.
“No whining,” Daddy ordered.
She bit her lip and kept quiet. He knew what he was doing, and she needed to remember that. Margery knew it hurt a little the first time, but she didn’t know how bad that pain was going to be.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered as he started to rub her bottom. “Someday, I’m going to fuck this tight hole.” His finger gently pressed into her back hole.
Margery sucked in a breath.
“Do you like the idea of that?”
She nodded. “Y-yes!” she stuttered out quickly.
“I’ll have to buy some training plugs tomorrow. Going to have to prep you first before you can take me.”
Moaning, she closed her eyes at the thought of Daddy playing with her bottom.
“Please,” she moaned.
“I’ll also be getting them for punishments as well. Plug you and turn you on, but not allowing you any release.”
“I’ll be a good girl,” she rushed out.
There was no way she was going to have a plug in her bottom and not be able to find any release. That was going to be absolute torture.
Ethan’s fingers slid down and ran through her folds.
“So wet,” he mumbled. “So wet for me. My dirty little slut.”
She so badly wanted to push her hips back and let his fingers slide into her, but she stopped herself.
“Good girl,” he praised.
Margery heard Ethan spit. What was he doing?
“Ready?”
“Yes.”
“Head on the bed.”
She followed Ethan’s command, not questioning what he was telling her to do. All she felt was her bottom sticking out in the air.
Ethan tapped her inner thigh. “Spread them just a bit further. Good girl.”
A second later, she felt the tip of his dick slowly push inside of her. She moaned as she felt herself stretch around him.
“Please,” she begged.
“Patience. ”
She clenched her jaw and gripped the sheets as he started to stretch her more.
Pain .
That was all she felt as he continued to push inside of her. Fiery pain. Tears pooled in her eyes when he didn’t stop.
“How are you doing? Do I need to slow down?” He sounded concerned.
Margery didn’t say anything, though. She was trying to calm herself. She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths.
“Marg, you’ve gone all tense.”
“I’m fine.” Her voice was strained. She was anything but fine. The pain was becoming overwhelming. “How much more?”
“Not even halfway there.”
Her eyes flew open. Not even halfway there? How was she going to survive this?
“I…” She took a shaky breath in.
“Marg?”
“I don’t know if I can do this,” she whispered, sounding so scared. “I don’t know if it will fit.”
“It’ll fit. You just need to relax and have a little bit of help.”
Before she could say anything, Ethan’s fingers gently rubbed her clit. Shit . That felt amazing.
“Ohhh,” Margery groaned.
“Like that?”
Ethan continued to play with her clit, and before she knew it, he was pushing more of his cock inside of her. It didn’t mask all of the pain but made it more bearable. The pleasure was slowly building inside of her.
“I’m going to give you a couple of seconds to adjust to my size before I move.”
Margery didn’t want that, though. She felt so full.
“Please, move,” she begged.
“You let me know if it is too much pain,” Daddy told her.
She wasn’t going to do that. The pain had to subside at some point, right? Otherwise, people wouldn’t have sex after the first time.
“Marg, promise me, or I’ll just pull out now.”
“I promise I’ll tell you.”
“Such a good girl.”
That sent butterflies straight to her core. She clenched around him.
“Shit,” he moaned.
She smiled and kept her head low. Everything in her wanted to move and look at him, but he told her to stay in this position.
Slowly, Ethan pulled out before ramming back into her. Pain and pleasure filled her body with every move he made, but the pain was slowly making way for even more pleasure.
“Please,” she begged.
Margery moaned as she felt her core heat up, with the familiar intensity starting to build. The same intensity she could never push herself over.
“No thinking,” Ethan commanded.
His fingers found her clit again and started to rub it with every thrust.
“Such a good girl,” he moaned. “My good little slut. I’m going to fill you up with my cum.”
She tightened around him from his words alone.
“My little cum slut. You love me telling you I was going to fill you up.”
Ethan’s thrusts sped up. His other hand pressed down on my back, arching it downward. Margery let out a gasp as he hit something deep inside of her, making her pussy clench around him once again, and the warmth spread throughout her entire body. It was as if her body was consuming him, begging him to thrust deeper.
Margery gripped the sheets as her body was on fire and pulsing, tingling, and aching to reach the top.
“Such a good girl.”
Worry started to fill her as the feeling started to disappear. No. No. She didn’t want it to go away. Not when she was so close to the release.
Ethan pinched her clit, bringing her back to him.
“Think of me and only me,” he ordered.
His finger sped up, as did his thrusts. They became harder and faster. The pleasure started to build once again, and Margery knew she was close.
“I’m going to come,” she gasped.
“Come!” he commanded as he pinched her clit once more.
Fireworks exploded as she was pushed over the edge. Screaming out in pleasure, Ethan soon followed suit, filling her with his release.
He slowly moved in and out as they came down from their orgasms. Ethan carefully pulled out of her, and she felt empty, so empty.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered.
Ethan helped Margery move from her position on all fours to gently lie on her back.
“Amazing,” she whispered. “Absolutely amazing.”
She still felt like she was on cloud nine, floating and drifting away.
“Absolutely amazing.” He kissed the side of her head.
“Again?” she asked.
Daddy chuckled and shook his head. “Not tonight. I don’t want to make you even more sore.”
Margery whined and snuggled into his side. “Please?”
“No, Marg. We aren’t going for another round. Not tonight.”
She pouted but relaxed into his embrace.
“Maybe you’re just telling me that in disguise for something else.”
“Like what?” he asked.
“Like you not being able to get it up again?” she teased.
“Are you calling me old? I’m only two years older than you.”
“Two years is a lot for some people.”
“Brat.” He lightly spanked her bottom.
Margery giggled and closed her eyes. She loved this. Everything about this moment. It was absolutely perfect.
“Let’s go get cleaned up and then we can go to bed.”