Chapter 4 #2
Too big too big too big something inside me chants but he’s already lining up with my lips, his thumb dragging my lower lip down.
“Open for me,” he orders in that voice that could undress a girl without a touch. “Your first taste of your uncle will be a moment you should cherish for the rest of your life, Dautie.”
I comply, my hand secure around the solid root of him needing that security somehow. My breath rifles in and out of my lungs and over my tongue and lips making them dry.
I’m ravenous for him. For this. The weight of his length shocking as it lands on my tongue
The first inch nearly splits my jaw open. The thick, soft ridge slides over my tongue raw as I gag, the scent of salt and musk flooding my nostrils.
“Holy fuck, baby.” He gathers my hair in his free hand.
He’s not gentle, the roots burn as he takes control of my head.
He makes a choking sound as I explores the ridge with my tongue, humming around him as I take this man’s cock into my mouth.
“That’s my sweet little girl. You made your Daddy hard and now you know it’s your responsibility to take care of what you caused.
I always knew you were a good girl, Elodie. God, such a good girl…”
This man looks like my father but tastes like coming home.
A groan vibrates low in his chest, hips bucking reflexively when draw him deeper, my lips stretched to their limit.
It hurts to open so wide, but this kind of pain feels new and somehow, revolutionary. Like I’m giving him something I can only give once and I want him to know how hard I’m trying.
I swallow around him, muscles burning as he sinks deeper. “Christ Elodie,” he snarls from above, fingers fisting in my hair, “you are a sweet, greedy little slut. So, fucking pretty when you choke on me.”
His cock throbs against the back of my throat, the pre-cum salty as I lap at the textured underside.
I tickle the veins, the little spot under the tip that I’ve already determined makes him stop breathing.
He pistons his hips, slow and punishing, teaching me how to take him until my eyes spill over with hot tears and my cheeks ache with the strain.
“You are a temptation that could bring down kingdom’s, baby. Your mouth understands worship. Fuck, suck harder if you want to worship at the altar of your uncle’s cock for the rest of your life.”
I answer by hollowing my cheeks, a ball of heated hope rolling around in my chest wondering what he means by the ‘rest of my life’.
I suck and suck and gag and drool. The leash and his hand in my hair taking full control of my head, I’m no more than a vessel for his needs, my mouth a place for him to get off but through the roughness, the dirty talk, the sensation that my purpose is to provide him pleasure, I feel whole and cherished and safe.
When he spills finally, it’s a flood of heat down my tonsils, his hips jerking violently against my lips while he curses into the ceiling and my throat is filled with him, tears burning down my cheeks as a spiral of tension gathers in my core, a rush of warmth seeping from my body.
“There,” he wheezes, dragging me up by that cursed leash until I’m enveloped by his arms, my messy, drool and cum covered face pressed to the clean white fabric of his shirt. The thump thump of his heart against my cheek makes me smile.
I did this. I did this for him. To him.
“God help me.” He says with an unsteady exhale. “My will power is breaking. Do you want to see a man break, Elodie?”
His laughter is raw as he palms my cheek, thumb smearing come and saliva across my lips then pressing it into my mouth.
“That’s right, suckle on your daddy like a good girl.
Very soon I’ll put you to bed with my cock in your mouth for you to suck just like this.
Slow and easy. Take your comfort, baby.”
I suck and lick and without thought, I reach down and start to stroke his hardness again.
“That’s my girl. So sweet and needy.” He hisses into the side of my head, his lips pressing there for a long moment while I move my hand up and down, spreading the slickness left on his girth from my mouth and his spend with my curled fingers.
“You came in here tonight in your fuck me dress and changed everything for us, you know that?”
I nod, understanding what we’ve done can’t be undone, even outside of these walls where fantasy takes over. There’s no putting this toothpaste back in the tube as they say.
Tomorrow I’ll get back to the real world. Worrying about being perfect, dancing, securing my place in the troupe, making my parents proud.
But for tonight, I’m just this girl dressed in pink leather and willing to give up her impendence for a man with the face of her father.
One night in a kink club doesn’t have to undo our entire family structure, does it?
When I tilt my head back, I see Rye’s eyes are closed, his lips are moving, mumbling something and it sounds like a prayer.
His chest heaves and I sense he’s trying to find his center of calm. He’s battling for self-control and it’s because of me and that thought is so arousing and powerful, I speak before I think.
“Daddy, I want more. Of this. I want it all.”
I squeeze his shaft for emphasis and a choked moan comes from his throat. “You don’t know what you are asking for.” He manages and he’s right, but that doesn’t’ stop me from wanting it.
“Then, teach me Daddy. Teach me—”
I know so little of the world outside of my home, the dance world and school. This is outside my comfort zone but all my life I’ve been taught, pain is your body telling you, you are growing. That you are tearing away what was in preparation for what’s to come and I want what’s coming.
No pun intended.
“Christ, your tight little cunt doesn’t care about right and wrong, does it?” His fist tightens around the leash, his other around my throat turning my face up to his. His forehead knotted with tension.
“I’m sorry.” I mouth, the taboo thrill of apologizing for creating this manic lust in my uncle sending fire through my veins.
His lips pull back as he centers more pressure on my windpipe.
“You fucking did this to Daddy on purpose didn’t you?
You know I need that little hole you’ve been saving for me.
Made me hard and now, I’m taking what’s mine.
You’ve had a chokehold on me with that baby tight fucking pussy for too long now and I want it.
I’m going to have it rough and sloppy and bloody.
You have one way out Dautie, one way out and you need to use it right fucking now.
Say your word, and this stops. Say your word and nothing will be the same, but I’ll go back to fucking my fist ten times a day while remembering how your soft little mouth felt sucking daddy off like a good girl, but it will stop here.
Forever. I don’t do half way, I don’t do just a little.
So, say it, or Daddy’s going to be balls deep in that pin hole between your legs. ”
“I did this, I want it all. Tonight. Before I chicken out. I don’t want things to go back to the way they were. I want to worship at the altar of Daddy and give him whatever he needs. Even when it hurts.”
“Christ.” A tsunami of cursing and hissing spills from his lips as he spins us toward the raised bed covered in crisp white sheets against the wall with a flick of his wrist, leather straps digging into my skin like angry serpents.
He grunts with each heavy step, my bare feet dragging off the rug onto the surrounding cool marble.
Without ceremony, my feet leave the floor, my body flipped onto the mattress in one fluid motion. I land with a soft thud, air driven from my lungs as he forces his knee between my legs pressing them wide.
I struggle for a moment to re-gain my bearings, my skin prickling as he shoves his pants and boxers down, jerking and shaking his leg until the thud of his shoes falling to the floor echo in the room, his pants fall down to his ankles, his perfectly starched white shirt torn open, hanging wide as the hard planes and angles of his torso cause another gathering of warm wetness to expel from my femininity.
“No one has made me lose control before. You’re a naughty, naughty little girl doing this to Daddy. Now, you’re going to make it all better, aren’t you?”
I nod, the fantasy putting my pleasure on a hair trigger.
His cock is still as hard as marble between us, mushroom head glistening, and I feel it there as he runs it up and down through my folds, his face over me a tangle of tension and lust.
He grips my knee, pushing me wide.
Is this actually happening? My first time in a kink club with my uncle?
I don’t care what he does as long as he keeps looking at me like he is. As long as he keeps cursing and talking in crude, rough filth.
He looks down at my exposed pink bare lips, lining himself up at my opening, applying the first pressure that makes me draw a sharp breath, pressing against that slick little bud of flesh between my thighs—and suddenly I’m a child again, with Rye over me, the same face of my father yes, but he feels nothing like him.
“Breathe,” he orders, knuckles brushing my clit back and forth. “You need to relax the best you can for what’s coming.”
He leans over and spits crudely onto the apex of my sex. The sensation of the slick warmth sliding down over my raw nerve endings makes my eyes roll back as Rye expels another wet round of slippery saliva which lands warm and wet on my clit.
“Please, go slow.” I whisper, my fingers trembling against Rye’s chest as he centers his body over mine.
His answer is a rumble vibrating through me as he nudges the blunt head of his cock against my folds, pressing slow until the first honest realization of what’s about to happen shakes me down to my marrow.
“Time to make Daddy feel better.” He growls as the fresh pressure introduces me to the mechanics of getting what he has into what I have and I wiggle and pinch my eyes shut.