by Celia Crown
I get him for the night.
More times than not, he is mine for all twenty-four hours. Those days of him being in and out of the meeting room are more frequent now and I don’t know what is so urgent about it. I try not to pry, but I can’t help it. I don’t know why I’m here or how long I have been here but spending time with Daddy allows time to pass easier.
It’s excruciatingly slow when the only thing I can do is to stare into the four enclosed walls spray-painted with graffiti.
“Pay attention, little girl,” Daddy scowls.
My shoulders jump in shock, eyes immediately focusing on his handsome face. His stubbles had grown fuller and I flush at the dirty thought of Daddy rubbing his beard on my privates.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.” I smile apologetically up at him.
He snaps his fingers, “Panties off.”
I wiggle, hooking my thumbs in the waistband and tug them down. Squeaking in utter horror when the fabric peels off wetly, sticking to my little pussy with slick breaking off the further I drag my panties down.
“Spread them, I want to see your pretty cunt,” he growls, lowering on his knees as I part my thighs shyly.
Sinking onto the couch as he yanks me closer to the edge with his big hands, I give an alarmed gasp with my walls clenching. A gush of fluid seeps through my drenched slit, trickling down slowly before Daddy’s calloused finger catches it.
It feels weird to be touched there, his thick finger parts my folds and gather up my juices when he runs the finger up and roughly nudges my clit upward to bring his hand up to examine the glistening fluid.
“Dirty girl,” he sneers with a grin, “You little liar. You say you’re Daddy’s good girl, but you’re a bad liar. You wanted me to look at your pussy.”
My whole cheek grew even redder as I bit down on my tongue to stifle down a needy mewl. My heart pounds harder, blood boiling hotter, and pussy leaking faster.
“Tell me, what do you want Daddy to do,” he purrs, pressing his thumbs to spread my folds open and my puckering hole twitches at the coldness.
“You smell divine,” he hisses, airbrushing on my sensitive slit as he runs his rough tongue over my taut clit.
“Taste even better,” he groans, “You’re lucky to have me, little princess. I love you so much, and you make me crazy.”
“I’m lucky,” I repeat hazily.
“You wouldn’t want some other fucking bastard seeing you spread out like a whore begging to be fucked, would you?” his question makes me flinch at the thought.
“No, you wouldn’t,” he echoes what is swimming in my head.
“You wouldn’t dare to let another man take your virgin cunt and cum so much inside you that you’ll be leaking with semen and thoroughly bred.”
I shake my head, “No.”
He sucks my clit, flicking a quick set of tongue rolls that sparks stars in my eyes. He kisses my pussy and part my folds with his tongue to push it through my small hole, the stretch of his thick tongue stings as he curls it to push past my virgin pussy.
“Daddy is the only one who can claim your needy body, and I know you want Daddy’s big cock to hurt your little cunt. You fantasized about it in your dreams and I hear your prayer.”
I turn my head, cheeks ablaze with shame as I vividly remember that I had a dream and I woke up rutting on his thigh. I soaked his pants and he reprimanded me for being a bad girl, hounding me about my primal urges for him goes beyond my innocence.
My legs are on his shoulders, perched high and mighty as he’s too close to my pussy. He licks, sucks, and drinks up my essence as if he a man starved of rich hydration. I couldn’t tell if I wanted to move away from the pleasure or cross my legs to bury his bearded face between my legs.
He chooses for me.
“You’ll get what you want, but do not think that this is all for you. Daddy’s right to your body extends beyond your comfort. I will hurt you and that is a promise.”
I have a moment to let his words take root in my mind as he brings his mouth to me. Grasping my hips and pulling me fully against his lips, it takes one strong lick to get me moaning and rotating my hips to rock to his face.
His promise to hurt me is a threat, and I can’t fathom why I don’t feel scared. Fear has always been an element that I’m familiar with, from the time I started living by myself to now and it’s a constant reminder that there are bad men out there who won’t be as gentle as Daddy.
I am lucky to have him.
Old Romy would have been terrified at the threat, but new Romy gets wetter at the promise.
Two thick fingers dive in me, breaking past the limits of my virgin pussy as I cry in pain. The sting hurts; I felt dull throbbing tugs on my walls as Daddy spreads his fingers inside of me. Stroking my trembling walls and sealing his lips around my nub, I scream to the empty room and my voice echoes back humiliatingly loud.
Daddy thrusts his fingers hard. I wince with a tummy full of fire crackling as he’s merciless on my clit. Assaulting it with lashes against the sodden bud, he throws me a challenge to see if I can overcome his dominance.
He and I both know that I can’t win against him. He’s domineering and a bully, he pulls my clit with his lips and I squeal at the sensation. Shock and place fight for a permanent place on my face as I shake, patting the couch for any support to hold me as something is building up in my tummy.
Tighter and tighter until it’s too close to burst if I don’t find something to grasp quickly. Daddy fucks my pussy, rubbing my walls with his fingers and pushing up to throw me off-guard when an unexpected wave of pleasure hits me like a train.
My face is wet with desire; I’m aching as my head pounds with hot blood when my body yields to his ministration. My breasts are free and neglected, I find that holding them and clenching them in his fist works well. It keeps my head divided between Daddy and my painfully tight nipples; I roll them and flick them as I remember what it felt like to be touched by his big hands.
He knew what he was doing, and I take the lead of doing whatever feels right and where it feels good while Daddy does what he does.
A crook of two fingers inside and a firm suck of my clit has me squealing into the air, bucking wildly as the pressure in my belly breaks. My pussy pulses hotly, shuddering and jerking at every little feeling around me while I can’t help but cry at the scariness of what Daddy can do to me without breaking a sweat.
Juices leak from my hole, trickling down my butt and onto the soiled couch. Daddy nips my clit before backing off and licking the slick from my folds and chuckling like the evil man that he is.
“That was scary, Daddy,” I breathe, eyes wide with fright and uncertainty as it is the first time I felt anything that strong of a reaction from my body.
He rasps, lifting his body over mine with wicked eyes and a predatory grin that shows his gleaming white teeth. Sharp canines and wild hair, Daddy is rather a hunter than a worrier when I’m acting the part of a helpless animal.
He’s going to eat me alive with those burning gazes.
“Keep them open, Daddy is going to fuck you and I don’t want to hear one noise out of you.”
Daddy’s cock flops down heavily on my clit with a burst of sparks electrocuting my already short-circuited mind, my body jumps at the yearning, but I keep my mouth shut from telling him to do something about the new wanton need in my belly.
“Remember,” he glowers, holding the base of his cock and pressing my thigh down. “Not a sound.”
I chew on my bottom lip, shoving down a cry of pain as Daddy’s big cock breeches open my virgin pussy. Tearing apart my muscles and forcing my walls to accept his massive girth as he thrusts home in one slide in.
Tears prickle my eyes, running down my cheeks as the aching worsen the longer he stays inside. I choke, copper flavor fills my mouth as I ignore the pain from my lips to think of something else that will temporarily keep my mind away from our joining.
“Ow, Daddy! You’re hurting me.” I sob, tears blu
rring his handsome face as his features darken severely.
He grasps my neck, riled up and angry at me for not following his rule. It’s hard to remember what he had said when my pussy feels a scorching heat from being split open forcefully. He’s overly rough when he takes me, it’s expected when I disobeyed him, but it doesn’t make it any less painful as he draws back to hammer inside.
The sick stretch around his massive length as my pussy struggles to accommodate him is addicting. Something must be wrong with me, I don’t like pain, but this bruising grip around my neck and the cruel snaps of his hips is wrecking me.
“I was wrong, you’re not a good girl. You’re a bad girl and a bad girl doesn’t deserve Daddy’s love. You’re no better than a whore, a warm cunt for me to fuck and spill my seed into. I’m going to fuck you like one, and until you learn to not disobey me, you are not to cum.”
My voice shatters at his pummeling, fucking my sore slit in savage thrusts. He removes his hand from my thigh but keeps his other around my neck as a sign of dominance. Fear scorched in my thunderous heart when a finger starts rubbing circles into my clit, aggressively pushing the sensitive nub as it gets swollen and throbbing.
I look up at him with difficulty as my eyes want to flutter shut, he has a façade of a devil smiling in glee, watching me quiver and jolt.
“Don’t you dare fucking look away, little girl,” Daddy’s voice is sharp and clipped, “Don’t give me another reason to hurt you.”
My pussy clenches at his threat, squelches squishes loudly as I take note of how wet I have become. My puffy folds are helpless to his wide cock, snagging my walls with each thrust to etch shame on my pink skin.
Suppressing my moans and whimpers, sweat passes down my temple and the dryness in my mouth traps the keens of pleasure inside my throat.
“I have waiting to do this, little princess,” he snarls, pounding in my leaking pussy with brute force.
“Been waiting to feel your tight little cunt wrapped around my big cock, waiting to see how filthy you are when your pussy takes me.”
A faint sob breaks from my lips as the pain is mixing too much with pleasure that there is no way to distinguish them, and a wisp of crackling laugher breathes in my mind.
It tells me in Daddy’s voice, “It’s alright, everyone makes mistakes. You’ll just have to cry harder for me to forgive you.”
Chapter Seven
JKax
She does cry and it’s the prettiest thing I have seen yet.
Romy is scared and nervous as I simply hover over her. Burying myself to the hilt inside her tight pussy and smear her slick on my thighs as I continue to pump in and out of her squirting cunt.
Anxiety flashes in her eyes, pearly teeth biting down on her plump lip as she tenses her body. I double over her and hiss between my teeth as indescribable bliss rocks my world with abrupt clenches of her walls.
Her big eyes are too glassy, tears streaming down her cheeks as she holds her tits to stop their swaying when I fuck her.
My hand flexes around her neck, feeling her swallow in fright when I slow down my pace to rub her tiny clit with my other hand. She seizes and sobs, shivering under me as I send my coldest glare to her.
I carelessly trap her clit between my fingers and roll them to punish her for being disobedient. I would be lying if I didn’t push her too far to make her disobey me; I wanted it to happen just so I can be the man that I am.
It’s too appealing to watch her tearstained face paling as I pound harder, breaching her delicate walls with my massive cock.
Poor little princess, too strung out to notice the hollowing wind had stopped. Given her position, she sees the unhinged beast ravaging her and taking everything she has while demanding more of her. More than she can give me and more than she is capable of giving, but I am not the one to back down from a challenge.
Her cunt twitched and throbs, telling me the changes in her body are the result of her impending orgasm that she has no idea on how to stop. Her eyes beg me to stop my wicked fingers from toppling her over the edge, but I want her to disobey me again.
I’m giving her a helping hand in further spiraling into my dark side, feeding the sinister intentions inside of me to fuel my sadistic hips to hammer her tight cunt with a death grip around her neck.
Romy shakes her head, voice crooking and mewling. Eyes closed and locking her body with every muscle tense, her effort to hold back is no longer my concern as my goal is to make her cry and take that orgasm with my two hands.
“D-Daddy, no. It’s—no, please. I can’t!” she weeps, sobbing with her eyes closed as she doesn’t want to see the disappointment in me.
I could never be disappointed in her, but she can have that vile thought running in her head. It feels better when she’s doing her best to suck my cock back into her tight pussy, she’s deadly afraid of getting hurt again and I would do it just to show her that I want to protect her, but I can't if she doesn’t let me.
It’s twisted logic and not much sense can be made from it, but scaring her into my arms works every time.
“Don’t be mad,” she said, having a mantra in her frenzied mind as her eyes glaze over.
“You won't take me seriously, what choice do I have?” I sneer down at her, cutting off her air periodically.
She meekly sniffs, “I’m sorry.”
“Didn’t I tell you to keep your mouth shut, little girl?” I snap my nap, feeding her drenched cunt with my cock.
One calculated pinch later, her pussy spasms and floods my cock with her juices. Filthy moans slipping from her gasping lips as she shakes under my enormous body while trying to pull away in vain.
It’s singeing hot, my hips become erratic at the new wave of fluids dripping down every time I withdraw my shaft from her tight walls. She’s incapable of finding her own voice and it works in her favor as she isn’t supposed to make a noise, but her body talks for her as her soaking wet holds coils around my massive shaft to keep me inside.
“Why aren’t you crying?” I demand, narrowing my eyes down on her shaking form as she tries to breathe.
She blinks, teary eyes refuse to let go of those tears that I wanted.
I jerk my hips back, taking my length out and watch her tiny hole open and gaping from my size as she gives me a protesting whimper. Red and puffy, her folds are swollen with her clit peeking out as slick glisten everywhere.
It’s a sight to behold.
I grab her ankles, catching a glimpse of the white bandages around her feet as I throw her on her stomach. Air gets knocked out of her as she scrambles to sit up, I move behind and grasp her wrists in one hand. Pushing them down on her back, her ass rise and nuzzled with my shaft glistening with her juices.
There's a growing ache at the base of my cock and the only cure to it is right there. Roughly, I find her gaping hole and my cockhead gets sucked in. Breeching her small cunt through one swift thrust, I groan at the hot and tight muscles molding the shape of my shaft.
I crush her wrists in my hand and use that leverage to arch her spine, pumping my hips to feel her soft ass smacking against my hips while her hot slick coats my cock again. Her frail bones are cursing under my grip, grinding them together as I listen to her sobbing into the couch.
Her hips buck at the strokes, desperate for contact yet her pained screams dictate the soreness of her body while I use her like a rag doll.
“I tell you to not make a noise, you open your fucking mouth. I tell you not to come, you soak my cock like a filthy little whore.”
She whispers her apology out, not realizing what was happening as her slurred words stopped to favor her cracked moans.
“You like being Daddy’s little whore, don’t you? You want Daddy to lose control and fuck your tiny pussy with his big cock?” I chuckle huskily, rumbling a purr out of my chest as she clenches down on me.
“D-Daddy, I can’t. It’s coming again!”
I thrust fast and deep, growling with pleasure as I elicit a scream from
her. Unrelenting to her pleas for me to slow down and have mercy on her, my strength and size alone leaves her no chance to sit up.
Her futile fight and fighting to take her arms back are cute, but her strength is near nonexistent to me. I ravage her delicate pussy unhindered as she mewls in pain while being pinned down to bring those wet slapping sounds.
I applaud myself for being so patient for six whole months. If I had known it could feel this amazing inside her, I would have taken her virginity long ago. So nice and wet for me as she submitted her resolve to me and braced herself for my rough treatments.
Romy turns her face to the side, wheezing and gasping. Coming undone by a balls-deep thrust, her puffy cunt gushes out slick and hot juices. Viscous and thick as strings of cum cling to my cock as I look down at where we’re connected. Her little slit spread open and tight around the base of my cock as I shove back in, she leaks with frothing cum webbing on my shaft.
She shudders, glossy eyes and parted pink lips, she looks debauched and out of it.
“Daddy, please no more. It hurts.” she pleads, sniffing and coughing due to a lack of proper ventilation.
I hush her, a bit of mercy wouldn’t hurt me. This is something new to Romy and I need to build up her tolerance and stamina to keep up with me, but I don't go easy on her. If she thinks she can change my mind with her begging, then she is wrong because she may be the love of my life, but I am not weak-minded.
“Daddy is not trying to be mean, but I need to feel good too, “I said, “Do you want to help me?”
She nods the best she can, “Want to help.”
Her slurred answer makes me smile.
“Then, give Daddy one more and then you can rest.”
The drug must be kicking in any time or possibly she is tired from her orgasms. The time is close for the heist and I can't take any risks, especially when Romy is unguarded by herself. The team needs to do dry runs and get used to this new heist, and that's why her waters have an odd taste when she voiced her concerns at the first night when I began drugging her.