by Fields, Sara
Would he make me take him all the way down my throat?
My toes curled and my core danced with nervous butterflies. Hesitatingly, I lifted my eyes to meet his and he smiled down at me. Carefully, he glided his fingers down my chin and grazed his thumb across my lower lip. Gradually, his touch grew a bit rougher.
“Open your mouth for Daddy, little girl. Show him that you’re his good little girl,” he murmured and without much thought, I did as he asked.
This wasn’t forced. This was something that I wanted to do. He’d made me come very hard several times and I felt myself yearning to return the favor.
I told myself that it was just sex. Two people coming together. That’s all.
I knew that was a lie.
I leaned forward and reached for him, gliding my fingers along the velvet skin of his cock, sliding them up and down as he groaned in appreciation. Carefully, I guided his cock in between my lips, just taking in the head at first before I grew gradually bolder and took even more.
I could count on one hand the number of times I’d taken a cock in my mouth. I wasn’t experienced by any means, yet I still wanted to make sure I pleased him in the end.
I wanted to do a good enough job so that he would enjoy himself and come in my mouth.
I’d never done that before.
But I wanted to swallow for Daddy.
I don’t know why I wanted that. At that moment, I decided that it didn’t much matter.
I pressed my lips around his thick girth and bobbed forward, taking him just a bit deeper than before. I worked the head and the upper portion of his cock with my tongue, slowing down to lick all the way up and down his shaft. I flicked the tip of my tongue along the ridge that surrounded the head of his cock and I was rewarded with a groan that made my pussy clench down hard. I could taste the salty bitterness of his arousal and I found myself wanting more of it.
As more time passed, I could take him deeper into my mouth. I worked at my own pace, edging forward bit by bit, swirling my tongue around his length and trying my very best to give him everything he was looking for.
The hand that had grazed my lower lip slowly worked its way into the hair at the back of my head. His fingers dug into my scalp and I moaned around his cock, enjoying the massage. Then he grasped the hair at the base of my scalp and fisted it hard enough to cause of flash of hot agony to blossom across the back of my head. I gasped with shock and he thrust his cock deeper into my mouth, taking advantage of my momentary loss of control. He had allowed me that temporary moment of mercy before he decided that I’d had enough.
I gagged as his length pressed further into my mouth than I was prepared for. He pushed a little deeper and just held it there for a few long seconds as I rushed to gather myself.
He forced his cock in and out of my mouth, gradually increasing the tempo of his thrusts the longer he used it. I whimpered around his length. His movements became more vigorous, and my cheeks started to hurt as I tried to suckle him. My lips and tongue soon grew sore too, but he showed no signs of slowing down.
I had always thought that a blowjob was more in the woman’s hands rather than the man’s. Daddy was showing me how wrong that line of thinking was. He was showing me just how much I wasn’t in control right now with every last inch of his cock.
I cried around him, looking up at him in open desperation, but he only thrust harder.
“Daddy wants to see you thank him with enthusiasm, little girl, or he’s going to paddle your bare bottom and then make you try again,” he warned.
I shuddered hard and squeezed my fingers around my knees. My pussy was wet and so were my thighs. Why did it turn me on to be used like this?
“Put your fingers on that needy little clit. I want to hear you come with my cock inside this pretty little mouth,” he murmured, and I keened around his length. The sound of my cry was strangled and shamefully muted, forcing a blush to my cheeks that I had no hope of stopping and even less hope of hiding.
Tentatively, I reached between my thighs. When my fingertips slid across the rampant arousal I found there, I shivered with an almost horrified realization of what was really happening.
He was using me roughly, as if I was his own personal sex toy and that was turning me on in a way that was far stronger than I could have ever anticipated. I whimpered as I circled my clit, terrified that I could feel another orgasm brewing just beyond reach.
He’d made me come so many times in such a short time span, and still, I knew that I could come again.
I suckled him harder, bobbing my head back and forth. His fingers tightened and he thrust into me even more firmly.
“Daddy is enjoying himself, little girl. He wants to make sure that he leaves this pretty throat sore too,” he murmured, and he set to using my mouth at a furious pace. I did my best to keep up and open myself as much as possible, but it hurt, and I hadn’t had any training for something like this. My body fought back on occasion, forcing me to gag around his length. He groaned every time, likely enjoying the way my throat spasmed around his cock.
My own fingers worked between my thighs. I stroked myself in small circles, gradually increasing the pressure until I was on the cusp of release once more. My legs quivered just the slightest bit and he thrust deep into my throat at the same time.
His fingers gripped at my scalp even more tightly and his thrusts quickened at first, then became more erratic the more I suckled at him. My throat and mouth were sore, but that no longer mattered.
Now we both just needed to come.
I moaned around his thick length, hardly even aware of the fact that my eyes were watering, and a number of tears had escaped to roll down my cheeks. He looked down at me and growled, the sound low and deep in his throat and that was enough to throw me over the edge into a hard orgasm that shattered me.
My entire body tensed with all-consuming pleasure and he groaned one last time right before I could feel his cock pulsing against my tongue. At once, his seed spurted into the back of my throat and for one achingly long second, I gagged and tried not to cough it back up. His fingers tightened and then with everything in me, I began to swallow.
His cum pelted the roof of my mouth again and again until he pushed all the way inside me and breached the back of my throat. He held me there and I struggled against him, drawing in air through my nose as I swallowed everything that he gave me. When his orgasm ended, his fingers loosened on the back of my head and he slowly allowed me to pull back and suck in a shaky breath. My body started to tremble, the effects of this unexpected interlude finally collapsing down on me.
Dean tucked his cock back into his pants and quickly knelt down and gathered me in his arms. He said nothing about the way my jeans and panties were tangled around my ankles, simply carrying me toward the couch in the living room. He sat down and placed me in his lap, curling his arms protectively around me as my limbs continued to shake.
“Good girl. Such a good girl,” he whispered.
He’d just fucked my throat hard enough to leave it feeling sore and well used, but now he was holding me like a treasure in his arms and that did something to my guarded heart that I really didn’t want to recognize.
His fingers drew up and down my back, circling in small movements as I caught my breath. Bashfully, I wiped my fingers along my lips. For some reason, it worried me enough to check if I’d missed even a drop of his seed, but I found nothing. My face was clean. I’d swallowed everything and that made me rather proud of myself.
I grinned and nestled my cheek into the hollow of his neck. I breathed in deeply, taking in the masculine scent of his cologne mixed with the gentle aroma of his sweat and arousal. I found it calming and did it again, inadvertently pressing my body even closer to his as I did so. His palm dropped to my backside, squeezing it possessively and for some strange reason, that made me smile.
We lay together like that for a while and when I was ready, I tentatively lifted my head.
“May I have another mimosa,
Daddy?” I asked. I was thirsty after all of that.
“One more couldn’t hurt, I think,” he said with a grin.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered.
“Good girls deserve to be spoiled sometimes, don’t they?” he asked. There was an air of command in his tone that made my clit throb to life once more.
I blushed and looked away, but he cleared his throat.
“Answer me, little girl,” he warned as his hand dropped threateningly to cup my bare backside.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, feeling my face flush heatedly with embarrassment to be made to say such a dirty thing.
“Good girl. Now stand up,” he instructed. He offered a helping hand, and I took it. I climbed to my feet and before I could reach down and cover myself, he was already kneeling and grasping my panties within his fingers. He pulled them up and I shivered, the effect of him dressing me feeling just as arousing, if not more so, than him undressing me.
With my bottom and my pussy no longer bare, he brushed his fingertips over the thin fabric, making me shiver again. Next, he pulled my jeans into place. Once the zipper was done up and he’d buttoned them, he roughly cupped my bottom and pulled my body against him so that his cock was pressing right up against my pussy.
He was hard again.
The man was a beast.
I flushed at the thought.
“I’m looking forward to taking off every last piece of clothing off this beautiful body when I return,” he murmured, and his words forced a jolt of arousal straight to my clit.
“Yes, Daddy,” I gasped as his fingertips dug even deeper into my bottom.
“Sit down, baby girl. I’ll get you another drink,” he demanded, and I shuffled over to the chairs at the island once more. Sore and incredibly well satisfied, I couldn’t think of any sassy retort, nor did I feel like I needed to.
Right now, I was happy, and I allowed myself to live in the moment.
It was all going to change soon, but I’d deal with it then. I smiled as I watched him mix me a second cocktail and took it graciously when he offered it to me. I took a small sip, wanting to quench my thirst and a momentary sadness passed over me at the fact that I was washing away the taste of him.
I’d never taste him like that again.
I pushed that painful thought away as soon as it came over me. With a deep breath, I took another sip.
“Thanks, Daddy,” I said softly.
“It’s my pleasure, little girl.” he answered.
His smile was gorgeous. The way his eyes glinted with satisfaction and complete happiness just melted me from the inside out. I was thankful to be sitting down because every time he smiled in my direction, my legs turned to jelly, and the seat of my panties grew wet.
“When does your flight leave?” I asked while sipping the delicious mimosa.
“In just about an hour and a half,” he answered.
My own smile faltered when I realized how short of a time that I had left with him, and I looked down as quickly as I could. Swirling the liquid slowly in the flute, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking that I would likely never see that face again because when I left, I was going to have to go back to the Father and tell him about how I had failed the organization.
“You should probably start packing,” I said, still staring at the table.
“It’s already done. I have people for that sort of thing,” he answered, and my gaze tore back up at him.
“Here now?” I squealed and he grinned dangerously.
I didn’t even need to ask. I knew the answer already. They’d probably heard everything that happened here in the kitchen between him and me.
They’d probably heard me call him Daddy too.
* * *
Once Dean left, I spent the day traversing the house. I explored everything, trying to find as much information out about him as I could, but he was a careful man, and he hid it well. I found out nothing more than I already knew. There were several locked doors and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get them open.
I made phone calls to several of my connections, but none of them could break through the technology to get the doors open. There was one that I was able to pick the lock and enter, which seemed to be the compound security command center. From the view on the monitors, there were cameras everywhere. From the front door to the back door, there didn’t seem to be a place that wasn’t covered from my initial observations. Upon closer inspection though, I realized that there were a number of blind spots. The service entrances had a number of angles that I could sneak through without coming into the camera’s view.
Most of the hallways were under constant surveillance, however. For the first day, I watched the comings and goings of several of the wait staff. After I was sure I understood the schedule, I disappeared into the massive closet Dean had provided and put together an outfit close enough that it might mimic the uniform of the cleaning staff that visited once a day.
When they were there that day, I carefully mixed myself into the fray, and judiciously kept my face hidden from all the cameras. When they left, they exited the back service entrance one by one, and I followed a few minutes after. I didn’t walk straight out of the house though; I dove to the right side into the bushes and hid there until the sun set. Dean’s cameras had a night vision function, but not a thermal one so it wouldn’t pick up body heat. If I kept myself well hidden behind the shrubbery, I’d be able to buy myself enough time to get out.
I knew he’d figure out my ploy eventually. That was fine.
I just needed to disappear faster than he figured me out.
The sun began to set, and I knew the light caused a small glare in the camera from between the trees. I slinked along the house and slowly made my way toward the walking path I’d seen from his bedroom window. I knew the glint from the sun would last a good ten minutes, so I rushed along the lavish landscaping until I was sure that I was far enough to disappear out of range and into the trees.
I jogged along that path, tearing off the outer layer of clothing and hiding it in the thick brush along the edge. I was in dark jeans and a black long-sleeve shirt, as well as a pair of gray hiking boots now. I moved fast enough so that the descending chill only just began to settle in my bones. I ran a bit faster, and my body started to heat until I felt warm.
I reached the end of the path faster than I anticipated. I strolled along the streets of the small town, finding it quiet. There weren’t very many people wandering around after dark and when I stumbled upon an old telephone booth, I slipped inside.
I didn’t have any change, but I didn’t need any. I knew the direct number of the Father for emergencies like this. I picked up the old phone and held it to my ear.
With a deep breath, I dialed in the seven-digit code that would call him from any location no matter what.
It rang several times, and I held my breath, and then I finally heard his voice for the first time in more than a year.
“Hello?”
His gravelly voice always caught me off guard. His breath wheezed just a little at the end, and it felt sort of like a warning siren.
“Hi, Father. It’s Willow,” I began.
“I don’t think you’ve ever called me directly, have you?”
I decided I didn’t like that at all.
“No. I haven’t needed to,” I replied.
“Tell me why you’ve called,” he directed blankly, and my mouth went dry.
It was now or never. By the end of this conversation, I would know if he would kill me or rescue me from this mess. I started from the beginning. It would do no good to hide my situation from him. I told him everything except for the little nagging feeling tugging at my heart. I didn’t tell him that I actually cared about Dean and that I’d called him Daddy.
“I just need to disappear,” I started.
“We can certainly move our people into place for you. There is a bus due to pass through the town you mentioned within the hour. You will board that and d
isembark in Lucerne. There, I will send someone to meet you with a new identity and everything else you’re going to need.”
“Thank you,” I sighed. “Where are you thinking of sending me?”
“How did he find you again?” he asked instead. “Were you able to get him to tell you that?”
The fact that he’d answered a question with a question unsettled me and even though I was scared, I didn’t miss a beat.
“No. I think he probably used facial reconstruction to identify me. If that is the case, I could get plastic surgery. A nose job or a face lift should be enough to confuse the algorithms those programs use,” I ventured. I didn’t know if that was true, but I wanted to say something to alleviate any lasting concern he might have.
“We’ll send you to Portugal. I think your time in the United States has come to a close,” he offered.
His voice was businesslike, as it always was. I couldn’t get a read on him and that made my blood run cold.
“What about Tim back in New York?” I asked.
“We’ll send word that you had to leave. We’ll make your quick exit believable. Don’t worry,” he muttered, and I didn’t like the way he referred to my departure from the city. I chewed my lip, feeling as though I needed to further explain to him that I was still an asset to the family and not a liability.
“I think staying away from the States for a time would be a good idea. I’m sure there’s plenty of marks here in Europe with much older and bigger bank accounts,” I offered.
“Most certainly,” he said curtly.
“Thank you for your help,” I said softly.
“It is no problem. When you catch the bus, give them the name Irene Stevenson. Your ticket will be paid ahead of time, so you don’t have to worry about that,” he replied.
“Okay,” I answered, but the line had already gone dead.
I swallowed heavily. I’d been unable to get a read on him and I didn’t like that. I leaned against the glass wall of the booth and sighed. For several long minutes, I just took one deep breath after another, trying to calm the frenzied beat of my petrified heart. The sound of a passing car jolted me back to my senses and I opened the door to the booth and made my way outside. After wandering a bit longer, I found the bus stop and waited out of the eyes of anyone passing by, not that there were very many. There was one elderly woman walking her dog and a thin man just strolling lazily by.