Fallen Daughters: A Dark Romance

by Alta Hensley

  “I betray all in my life.” There was no expression on his face. I couldn’t tell what he was feeling in the way he quickly responded.

  His hand left my nipple, which oddly my body seemed to miss. But my longing for his touch didn’t last long because he lowered his hand between my legs and pressed past the silky folds.

  I couldn’t hold back the whimper and closed my eyes in shame.

  “Why are you wet, Esme? Is it my words, the thought of what’s still to come, or simply the pain from my hand?”

  He ran his fingertip along the wetness, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t control my breathing or the little noises of betrayal that escaped my dry lips. Just as quickly as Knox had touched my pussy, he removed his hand and took hold of my hair at the scalp again.

  He yanked hard on my hair.

  “You’re hurting me.”

  “Not yet, my sparrow. Not yet.” He tugged harder, forcing my head back, exposing my neck as a vampire would do before feasting on his prey’s blood.

  I whimpered not really out of pain but out of anticipation. My body sizzled in need, and my very core screamed for more. Every word, every touch, every single thing about Knox set my body aflame. He was right. I should be screaming. I should be fighting. I should be resisting this nightmare the best I could. Instead, I welcomed it. No… I fucking craved it. Knox was right. I was broken. I was shattered. I was shattered into a million pieces and needed Knox to fix me. I needed the fix. I needed Knox.

  “Stand up,” he commanded. “Stand right in front of me between my legs.”

  I did as he asked, though how I stood on such weakened legs, I had no idea. My head felt light and my breathing felt tight.

  “Part your pussy for me. I want to see my soiled sparrow.”

  Never imagining myself engaged in such an act like this, I did as he asked. As if I were hypnotized by the silkiness of his directions—because that was the only thing that could explain such complete madness that was raging through me—I brought my shaky fingers to my smooth pussy lips and spread them wide for his viewing.

  Knox reached up and pushed his thumb into my mouth. “Suck my thumb, dirty girl. Suck on it good so I can rub it around that tiny clit of yours until you scream for me to fuck you.”

  I ran my tongue against the rough and callused skin and never released the hold of my pussy. I was still spreading myself wide as I sucked on his thumb just as he wanted me to do. My eyes connected with his for a split moment, and I wondered if it was hunger I saw hidden in their depths.

  “Beg for my cock. I told you that you would eventually beg for it. So beg.” He pulled his thumb out of my mouth and pressed it against my clit. I cried out in pleasure, but held my position. I didn’t want to let go of my spread lips in fear he would stop the most wicked of his touches so far. “Beg,” he commanded again.

  “Please, Daddy. My little hole wants to be spread open by your cock.” The words were so natural. They seemed to flow from my lips without the slightest hesitation or thought.

  His ministrations froze and he chuckled. “Oh, my dirty, dirty girl. Having you call me Daddy was for Oz’s benefit and viewing pleasure… but I like it. I think we’ll keep it that way. And I think I finally have found your first real punishment. That building orgasm inside of you will remain right where it is.” He spanked my pussy hard, forcing me to release the spread of my skin. “For now.”

  Knox stood up and pushed my upper half over the bed. “Stay bent over,” he said.

  I tried to regain my breath and steady my raging emotions. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t process. All I could do was stare at my spread fingers against the bedspread as I heard the sound of a belt being removed from the loops of Knox’s pants.

  “Every single night and every single morning you will receive a lashing from my belt. The severity will all depend on how good of a girl you have been leading up to it.”

  Before I could process his words, the stinging crash of leather against skin had me howling out. The pain radiated all the way to my needy pussy, only intensifying my out-of-control hunger.

  “Please,” I pleaded as he whipped me once again.

  “Yes, sparrow. Keep begging.”

  “Please…”

  “Are you begging for me to stop belting you, or to fuck you?”

  He brought the belt down against my sensitive ass again but rather than crying, I moaned.

  The belt fell upon me again, and I moaned some more.

  “Little pain slut. You like when Daddy spanks your ass as you pray he will eventually fuck you.”

  Tears of shame and humiliation fell as my orgasm built inside of me. My body became more alive with every searing swat. Yes. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to be fucked hard. But not before he finished the discipline. The most twisted and sexual punishment one could imagine. My mind screamed no. My ass screamed for mercy. But my core, my inner being, my soul begged for more.

  Just as the most intense explosion was about to release, Knox ceased the spanking.

  I cried out even louder than I ever did during the spanking.

  “Yes, my shattered sparrow. I am going to enjoy this very much.”

  I heard the sound of his footsteps approach the door, and I turned my head to see him holding the door handle. My heart fell to my stomach as I still remained in position for more.

  “No,” I whispered so low that I was sure Knox couldn’t hear me. I didn’t want him to leave. No.

  “Tomorrow I’ll be back. You just earned yourself two credits.”

  6

  Again and again, I awoke with a lashing. I went to bed sore from the strike of Knox’s hand on my sore ass. I awoke to an excruciating session with the paddle, and went to bed with the kiss of his belt once again. Over and over the routine continued. One credit at a time.

  One excruciating earned credit at a time.

  The days were filled with other acts of submission. Long hours kneeling or standing at attention for whenever, wherever, and for however long Knox felt needed. He touched me, but never enough. And that was the worst part. Over and over he would slap, pinch, touch parts of my body and bring me right to the edge of ecstasy, only to pull away and leave me with the worst need imaginable. Every hour my hunger for him grew. Every second my lust intensified. I dreamed of his touch, and I fantasized of the day he would finally put his cock inside of me.

  But he never did.

  That was my punishment.

  That was my penance.

  And oh, how I paid, suffered, and slowly earned one credit at a time. I cried. I pleaded. I begged for more. I had no shame or pride left. I longed for Knox to be near and never leave me, and when he did leave for the night, I sobbed for hours waiting for sunlight to come, for it brought the return of my monster. If Knox had thought I was broken before, and that I was his shattered sparrow… I couldn’t imagine what I had become now. My only strength was when he was near. My body craved him like a drug, and I was weak without him. So fucking weak. He was my Monster of Mercy, and he truly had mastered my body. When he said I was his—that my body was his—I’d had no idea how correct he would be.

  “Are you a good girl or a bad girl?” he asked as he had grown accustomed to asking all the mornings he arrived in a new crisp suit with an unbuttoned white shirt at the neck.

  “What do you want me to be?” I answered like I always did right before he would take his belt and run it along my punished and upturned flesh after he spanked me.

  “Today I want you to be bad. I want you to talk dirty to me so I can punish that mouth of yours.”

  I turned my head just enough to see him towering over me as I was bent over the bed and gave a wicked smirk. “Fuck you, Daddy. Fuck you.”

  We had played this game in the past. He would force me to act out just so he could punish me more severely. Often times he would have Gage record these acts for Oz to view. He seemed to like it most when I punched or kicked, and especially when I called hi
m names. He seemed fueled by my mock hatred of him, though we both knew it was all for show. He knew how desperate I was for more. He could see the arousal coat my pussy and dampen my inner thighs. He would wipe at my tears of frustration as my stomach tightened and cramped from a growing need for release never to be granted. He would make promises that if I was a good girl, that maybe someday I would get a taste of Daddy’s cock.

  I wanted a taste so bad.

  I wasn’t sure how many days, or how many nights passed, but Knox had changed the woman I once was. He broke down my walls and left me wide open for the taking. My battle scars were left without bandages, and Knox only opened the wounds wider.

  “You have a filthy mouth, my sparrow,” he said as he walked toward my bathroom.

  I held my position bent over the bed, schooled in what would happen if I acted on my own free will without permission.

  “I think it’s time I teach you what happens to girls with dirty, filthy mouths,” he said as he disappeared from my sight.

  My pussy throbbed at the warning in his voice. I had no idea what he had in store, and though I was sure parts of me would hate every moment of what Knox had planned for this morning’s session, other more sinful parts of me would love every torturous second of his evil ministrations to my body, mind, and soul.

  “Kneel,” he commanded as he reentered the bedroom with something fisted in his hand, and a glass of water in the other.

  I quickly did as he asked, licking my lips in anticipation of what was to come. A chance to earn more credits. Credits that I had long lost count of. I no longer paid my penance for credits. No. I paid my penance for Knox. For the one day he would deem me worthy of his cock being buried inside of me.

  There was a time in my life, I would have screamed and shouted at any woman who would submit to a man. Especially to a man as strict and severe as Knox. But I no longer cared. Rules of society had ceased existing the minute I walked through the doors of the manor. Life as it once was no longer existed for me. My nightmare had become a fantasy, and my fantasies had become this nightmare.

  “It’s time Daddy teaches you a lesson,” he said as he stood before me, placed the water by my knees as well as a bar of soap, and unfastened his pants. When his hard cock popped out from its constraints, he said, “It’s time I clean that mouth of yours out.”

  I stared at his cock in awe. It was thick, bigger than I expected, and hard—hard for me.

  “I want you to wet my cock with your tongue, then rub the bar of soap all over it.”

  When I didn’t move fast enough, still processing his words in my foggy brain, he took hold of his dick and slapped it across my face. He then pressed his cock past my lips before I had a chance to do it of my own free will, though willing I was. I moved my head up and down, swirling my tongue as I did so, savoring the taste of my monster.

  “Get it nice and wet,” he said huskily.

  He took hold of my hair and guided my head at a speed he chose. Up and down, I sucked and softly moaned against his cock. I licked every inch I could, not wanting one inch of his length missed. I all but devoured him. His salty taste and the essence of his manhood flooding my senses, I coated his throbbing sex entirely.

  “Now grab that bar of soap by you and coat my cock. It’s time I wash your mouth out with soap, naughty girl.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I said as my pussy ached for attention.

  I picked up the white bar and started caressing Knox’s cock with it. Small suds formed as the soap mixed with my saliva. I stroked the soap up and down the length of his shaft just as I knew Knox wanted me to do.

  “Now place my cock in your mouth, naughty girl. This is what you get for having a filthy mouth. Time we cleanse it.”

  Not stopping to consider the awful taste or just how much this truly would be a punishment, I placed Knox’s soap-coated penis inside my mouth and began sucking as I once had. I whimpered as the dreadful taste attacked. I gagged as the tip of his cock pressed against the back of my throat with the soap only intensifying the sensation.

  “Bad girls get their mouths washed out with soap,” he said, tugging my hair when I tried to pull back as I sucked in air to help ease the turmoil occurring inside my mouth.

  Using his other hand, he reached down and cupped my breast, changing my whimpers to a moan.

  Mercifully removing his dick from my mouth, Knox spread his pre-cum mixed with remnants of soap on my lips as he said, “Let me paint this perfect pink pout of yours. I’m about to make you Daddy’s cum slut.”

  I looked up into his eyes and nodded.

  He slapped the head of his cock against my cheek. “You want Daddy’s cock, little sparrow? Do you want Daddy to punish you now with his cock?”

  Fuck, yes. Fuck, yes! Although my words were lost in my own hunger begging to be satiated.

  I wanted him so bad. I wanted him to split me wide open with his cock. My pure white sexual experiences from before about to become pitch black. I wanted raw. I wanted depraved. I wanted dark emotions and desires. And I knew that Knox was the only one who would truly give me what I wanted, and what I so desperately needed. Everything had been leading up to this. He had opened a Pandora’s Box of horrific fantasies and delights hidden deep within, and now that they were unleashed, he was the only man who could tame them.

  “Take a drink of water, swish it around in your mouth, and then spit it out back in the glass,” he ordered.

  I was grateful for this, because though the soap misery had dissipated some, I did wish to rid the residue from the inner lining of my mouth. As I swished and spit the last bit out into the glass, Knox bent down and placed his hands under my arms, lifting me to standing. He then swooped me into his arms and carried me over to the bed. The tender touch and almost loving gesture had my mind spinning with the wicked and twisted lust from my naughty discipline only moments ago.

  The softness was quickly replaced, however, when he placed me on my back and spread my legs wide. Without pause, he swatted my pussy, causing me to jump and cry out in surprise.

  “We are going to make these lips of your cunt swell so every time I thrust into you, you cry out in pain.” He swatted my bare pussy again and again. The sting only heightened my need for more.

  “Please…” I begged like so many times before, but this time I felt like my pleas may actually be answered.

  My heart skipped a beat when Knox quickly shed himself of his clothing. His actions were smooth and graceful, but not nearly fast enough for my need. I thought about sitting up and assisting him in getting undressed but remained frozen. I didn’t want to do a single thing to have Knox change his mind or decide I needed another punishment instead.

  When the weight of the bed shifted as he straddled my body, my heart hitched. This was it. I glanced down at his cock and a tiny twinge of fear set in when I wondered if his size would be too much for me to take. I wasn’t experienced in bed, and the few times before were with men far less impressive.

  Knox lowered his weight upon me and positioned his cock at my pussy. The meaty head stretched my hole wide as he entered, and I moaned with the biting pain. He didn’t give me any time to get used to his girth but rather began thrusting in and out at a steady pace. There were no kisses. No caresses. No loving words of affection. The actions were cold yet the heat between us blazed to an epic proportion of inferno. My body exploded almost instantly, finally free to release the long overdue energy that had been pent up since captivity. Knox hadn’t given me permission to come, but I didn’t care. I would accept whatever punishment he would deliver later for my actions. It would be worth it. So fucking worth it.

  As I cried out his name and my pussy contracted around his cock, he pulled his face back enough so he could look into my eyes. Maybe it was the sexual energy flowing through me, or maybe it was simply wishful thinking, but I saw something in his eyes.

  Softness.

  Emotion beyond what normally only belonged to a sadist.

  Connection.

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nbsp; Knox continued to push and pull inside of me as his eyes never left mine. In and out, I saw him. In and out, I felt him. In and out, Knox seemed to merge with not just my body, but my soul. I was his… I had been his for a long time. But at this very moment, I truly believed he was…

  He was mine.

  He was my Monster of Mercy, and I was never going to let him go.

  I never wanted this moment to end. Never. But eventually, my body exploded again, and it was all that Knox needed to groan loudly and give one final thrust as he came inside of me. Taking a few minutes to gather his senses as he breathed against the pillow beside my head, he eventually pulled his face back and stared at me again. He didn’t say anything, nor did I. But something was different at that moment.

  He was not a monster.

  He was a man.

  Nothing but a man.

  I was not the prey.

  I was a woman.

  Nothing but a woman.

  But we were together. We were as one. We were in this nightmare together, and we both knew it.

  7

  The days continued on, as did the regular and routine punishments. Knox had only fucked me one more time, and it was not the same as before. He had simply pushed me against a wall and quickly took me from behind in an animalistic way before he tanned my ass with a strap. I had longed for even a quick glimpse of that connection we had when we first had sex. I hungered for it as I had once hungered for his cock to be inside of me. I wanted all of Knox. I wanted to know what was behind the tough exterior of my assigned Monster of Mercy. I knew there was more. So much more.

  I had seen small glimpses. He was still strict as ever, but I also received tender touches. He would carry me to bed after a session, and he had even held me as I fell asleep several evenings. He had bathed me, brushed my hair, and had started taking every meal with me in the dining room. He wasn’t as cold as he had been. Yes, he was still a severe disciplinarian, but when I was his perfect shattered sparrow and had submitted like the good girl he wanted me to be, he usually rewarded me with kindness, even if it was just in small doses. Because I hungered to see and to feel more of that connection, I constantly searched for it in his eyes and in his actions, and I knew without a doubt that I could see it. I most certainly could feel it. Not all the time… but the times did exist.