Chapter 4 #3
“I want that.” I manage, the darts of pain introducing me to the heady juxtaposition of dark and light.
“You’re never going to deny me this tight teasing hole, are you?”
“No.” I fling my head back and forth desperate for him to move inside me, to fill all the emptiness. For a second, I see this man I’ve admired and longed for in such a shameful way for too many years in a way I haven’t before.
He’s hard, rough, sexy but in his eyes, right now with his cock notched at my entrance, there’s something else. A hint of fear?
Doubt?
He wants me as much…no more than I’ve ever wanted him and he’s afraid.
Of hurting me? Losing me? Doing the wrong thing?
Before he can second guess himself, I gather his hips with my calves, pulling his groin forward.
“Let me make you all better, Daddy. Let me apologize with my body.”
The looks on his face twists from doubt to delirium, his mouth falling open as he covers me with his body, taking my mouth with his as his cock penetrates my most innocent places, swallowing the scream with his tongue invading my mouth as his thickness invades me lower.
I gasp into the kiss when he sinks deeper, his weight settling between my legs to anchor me—a solid wall of muscle pinning me down while his hands close like steel bands on my breasts, pinching the hard peaks before pulling back, arching his back, roaring at the ceiling and seating himself into my body with a roar.
His cock stretches me past anything I’ve ever known. Stinging fire racing up my spine as he forces himself deeper with a growl, hips pistoning to drown out my choked cry.
“Oh God,” I whimper, nails raking his forearms as my body makes a desperate attempt to acclimate to his invasion. He lowers himself again, laughs against my neck, teeth grazing the pulse point where it thumps wildly.
“Tighter than a fucking dream,” he grits, his hands moving to my hair, tangling his fingers through the mess and pulling until the burn between my legs is matched by the burn at the roots of my hair.
He ruts into me like a madman. Slamming forward again and again, his balls slapping my ass with a wet sounds and the bed savages the wall so hard the chandelier above us shakes.
“You’re so damn small,” he mutters, grinding his hips to stretch me wider. His beard scrapes my throat as he nuzzles my pulse point. “Daddy’s feeling better already, baby. You have a magic cunt just like I thought you would.”
“Rye… Rye please”—my plea melts into a sob when he reaches between us. Applying pressure in a circular motion to my clit, hard enough to send sparks shooting outward from the tense spot inside my body that’s begging for relief
I’m surprised by how little it hurts. Maybe because I’ve been slick since he snapped that bar on my shoulders. His thrusts slow but when his shaft hits that hidden spot inside me with a flick of motion that makes my toes curl and I lose the thread of thought entirely.
I tense, clamping down, begging for something I need.
“Easy baby,” he growls, jerking my legs up, back, higher than I think possible. His fingertips dig into my calves as he pushes fully inside, past whatever is left of my virginity with a low, feral sound. My breath hitches, I’m so full of him, like my body is reshaping itself around him.
He shifts angle, grinding that ridge inside me that makes my vision white and my toes curl.
“Don’t hold back,” he commands, voice fraying at the edges as he pistons harder.
“Tell me what you want,” Rye demands, pistoning harder now.
The bed slams against the wall with each crash of his hips. “Or don’t? Doesn’t matter.”
His response is a rough laugh before he flips me onto my stomach, spreading my legs with his knee as he slides back inside.
The new angle stretches me wider—his cock grazing every inch—and I cry out at the sensation.
Rye grabs my hips to hold me steady while he fucks me harder, so fast the room blurs into a haze of sweat and musk.
“Look how tight you grip my cock,” he pants, teeth scraping my shoulder blade.
“You’re gonna milk all my cum out tonight.
When I saw you out there in that red dress, I knew I was going to get you fucking pregnant.
You show up with those wide, innocent eyes, temping every fucking man in the room to lose his mind for a… piece,”
Thrust.
“Of.”
Thrust.
“This.”
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
“Ass.”
He’s rearranging my guts with that monstrosity of manhood. “God!” I choke and spasm but he doesn’t slow. Doesn’t give me time to adjust.
“That’s fucking right. I’m your god. Your Daddy. Your Uncle. The man with your father’s face.”
I raise my hips, pushing back against him, chasing that friction that sets my nerves on fire each thrust hitting deeper until I’m a gasping mess.
Things inside of me start to ripple and pulse. A tingle gathering into a storm below my belly button leaving me brainless, boneless and willing to do whatever this man wants with me.
The climax punches in and out of me melting me from the inside out, my muscles clamping down on his shaft as he saws that massive member in and out. In and out.
He growls something feral before plunging deeper still, filling me with every thick inch until I’m shuddering and screaming my throat raw.
I’m shattering into a thousand pieces under his weight, my locking around him like he’s the only thing in this world that can save me.
Fire races over my skin as I give up everything in that moment. My belly turns inside out, I make sounds that are feral and wild. I don’t need to be perfect, quite the opposite, the look on Rye’s face as he watches me come completely undone is like a father watching his baby enter the world.
I’m helpless with him on top of me, inside of me, collar around my neck. I’ve always been the one that was depended on, not the one to depend on others.
But, right now? I want to give me all my power.
To tell him it’s his to do as he pleases, but even as that thought arises in my orgasm addled mind, I have the sudden realization that he already knows that.
He already understands I am his to do as he wishes and that he will be all things to me from now on.
My lover. My uncle. My father. My coach.
A heat spreads in my chest as his colossal body shakes and moves over me, his length swelling and filling me.
“Daddy.” I whimper and that sends me into another gear.
“If you ever think about going out in public dressed like you were tonight without me next to you?” He slams into me, driving the air from my lungs.
“I’ll kill any man that looks at you and their blood will be on your hands.
My jealously is a curse, something you need to understand and control.
It’s not fucking fair, but it’s the way it is, Dautie. The. Way. It. Is.”
I clench around him like a vise until he’s roaring into me, cock jerking spasmodically while I cling to his shoulders for dear life.
My body reacts to his feral talk of violence.
His hips move in a blur, his face a knot of pain and pleasure.
My heart lodged in my throat as another wave of my own pleasure bolts through me, a gush of warmth releasing from my body, my spine curves, tears run like rivers from the corners of my eyes absorbed into my hairline as Rye pulls me up from the bed, rifling my small body up and down in his final moments of raw pleasure.
With one final roar, he comes down on top of me, shoving himself so deep, I see stars, his ejaculation flooding me with sticky heat, his body grinding against my clit as he fills the small room with curses and pulses inside me.
After, he collapses against me, forehead pressed between my breasts where my heartbeat thrums wildly.
The leash lies slack across my neck, Rye eases back, I hiss as his thickness leaves me, but as fast as he’s gone, I’m dragged back to the floor on the rug, positioned on all fours and he drives himself back inside me.
“I’ve waited too long. Too long. Too long.” He heaves out each word like he’s taking a blade.
He fills me from behind, deeper, thicker until my body is just a hole for his use. I dig my fingers into the rug, desperate to stay in place but his frenzy is too much for my small body.
His hands come to control my hips, flesh slapping, slapping, slapping as he uses me for his pleasure and release and my mind goes numb, I’m floating again aware that I’m taking my father’s brother’s come keep inside my body.
“You’ll give me babies too. As many as I want. You’ll be my little girl, my world. The center of everything that means anything, Dautie. Everything. Everything…”
He spurts into me again. More. More until it’s dripping down my thighs as he bellows and stuffs me to my limits with his spend.
We’re body panting when he traces a soft finger up my spine before lowering his chest to my back, easing us down onto the rug on our sides.
“You’ll stay with me tonight and every night from now on. I can’t let you out of my sight. Not now. Now that I’ve had a taste of this pussy, I’ll lose my fucking mind without you next to me,”
“Yes,” I whisper back, already arching to meet him as he rolls us—legs tangling, hips grinding in lazy circles that drag a groan from his chest. The leather straps start to burn from the friction.
I smile sleepily, the room spinning.
The last thing I feel before blacking out is his thumb brushing over my lips, pushing inside.
“Suck.” He whispers.
And I do because this isn’t just a fantasy anymore. It’s a lesson in giving yourself to someone who likely wants better things for you than you do for yourself.
But, I’m pretty sure he‘s going to teach me what those are.
And I can’t wait.