by Celia Crown
That gets my eyes to the tent in the front and my mouth waters at the potential size.
“What did I say?” It’s not a question; rather it’s a statement that makes me cough in surprise.
I jerk my eyes up, anticipation wringing me uptight as the trickling fear confidently takes in the shape of my lungs.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur softly. It is best if I start with an apology to ease the tension in the bedroom.
I’m scared to look at Daddy, but I see him sit on the bed just to the right of Mr. Stephan’s standing position. There is sinister anger brewing in his eyes, clinging to the overheated breaths that I’m struggling to suppress.
I peer back at Mr. Stephan. He crooks a finger to have me stumbling on my own feet towards him as I choke a surprised whimper. It’s as if I’m walking into a lion’s den with two hungry predators stalking me with their gaze.
One wrong move and their teeth would rip into me.
“You disrespected Max,” he expresses with a clipped tone, “Where are your manners, little princess?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I say, to one or to both, I don’t know.
“When you disrespect him, you are also disrespecting me.”
It hits me harder than it’s meant to be, and the looming danger removes its cloak of an unflattering fear that rotates its ugly head to laugh at me.
My fingers bend with the force of my hand. The yearning pulses through my clit to encourage me to make this better in whatever way I can.
One shaky breath, two nervous eyelashes flutters, and an infinite skip of my heart, I am a mess. I subtly shift my legs to fight against the numbness eating the sensation of my muscles as I operate under the strictest form of punishment as I metaphorically pretend that I have been hit by Medusa’s spell.
I’m not forgiven. The apology meant nothing to them, but it’s a start because at least Mr. Stephan is talking to me.
The growing resistance to not look at Daddy is catching up to me. I find it easier to breathe when the pain from my nails digging into my palm calls for balance.
One form of punishment down, another is to come.
Mr. Stephan does smile when I look up at him, but he nods at me, and it’s an association that takes off some weight in my heart.
I slowly and awkwardly stumble towards Daddy and plop over his lap, the towel shifts, but it’s resilient around his hip, and I can feel the heat from his thick cock rubbing my belly.
I’m familiar with this position, and I know what is to come, but I’m afraid that this time will be more severe than the other times when I was a brat.
The wall is my punishment from Mr. Stephan, and I never knew how effective it is for me to stay still for who knows how long until he told me to move. I can understand why some parents use a timeout on their children; it’s boring and unstimulating. It’s like being in maximum security prison’s isolation cell.
I never felt more thankful than when Mr. Stephan called me around.
Daddy tugs my panties down to my knees and leaves it there for the soaked fabric to stick to the back of my skin while he ominously puts one big hand around one cheek. The expectancy of his hit comes with greater force than I anticipated; rawness exploded on my butt in the stretch of his promised reprimand.
My heart pounds with a threat of escaping from my ribs as I can feel the bruise forming at my skin. Another swipe of his palm has friction zipping throughout the length of my body, the sting on the same butt-cheek burns with the love from his palm, and I swallow the cry for him to stop.
It’s a sick rhythm that I can’t predict when the edges of my vision get swamped with darkness seizing control over my prone, tense body.
He doesn’t verbally reprimand me; his hand does enough talking for the both of us, and I convulse at the thought of him lingering in the false pretense of his silent fury.
Daddy is savage; he’s vicious in the way he controls and violent in the way he demands. He is a poison that slips into my veins one drop at a time to take over the independence that I crave on days where he threatens to send my soul to oblivion.
It’s a fear that I’ll never be able to live without him.
He knows it, and he exploits it like the bad man that he is.
My tears swim in my eyes, falling and tumbling with each whip of his palm on my scalding flesh. It hurts so well, and he is not in the mood to test my limits. Daddy has taken the liberty to throw away any consideration he has on my fragile body when he takes me to a new level of pain that breaches the comfort level that we had set.
It’s new, it’s scary, and the pain lances through my spine. It’s crippling with the merciless smacks that echo in the room. Daddy catches my abused cheek with one seizing grip that has visible pain screeching across my voice.
He forces me to feel it. I feel this new sensation with the harmonized flare of my pussy throbbing for his hand.
“I have been lenient on you, too patient with this, and I will not let you get away with this again.” Daddy drops a hand between my butt, reaching to the slick hole and shoving two fingers inside.
The burn stings with the discomfort lodging as a wail chokes me. He drags the heat of one finger over the sensitive nub with the intention to make me hurt, two fingers pulling apart my twitching walls and one finger harshly pressing down on my clit.
The shift of my shoulders ache, the tears in my eyes run messily down my face, but it’s easy to ignore when he takes every single one of those competing sensations away. Sweat rolls down the side of my forehead; it’s clear that I’m enjoying this far too much to be considered as a punishment.
Which is why he’s taking me off his lap and tossing me on the bed. My panty traps my flailing legs, and it gets ripped off roughly by another set of hands that aren’t Daddy’s.
I know the difference now, though it’s difficult to distinguish them when all I feel is power and ferocious ribbons of heat that crack the forming lines of my concentration.
I’m mildly aware that I’m parallel to the bed, and a shadow is looming above me with a face that disappeared in front of the ceiling light.
Lips and teeth clash, nips on my bottom lip steal my breath, and the roaming hands search for the inconvenience of my shirt to tear it away from my head. In all that time, I get a good look at Mr. Stephan, and the white slash of his smirk strikes numbing distress in my heart.
Naked and vulnerable, I’m unable to call for Daddy when Mr. Stephan descends his lips over my nipple and tweaks the other with needless pain. My useless hands stay firmly on the bed, and there is an unusual throbbing in my pussy. I’m never this way around other men, and Daddy is the first and only one who has gotten me insanely aroused.
Mr. Stephan isn’t interested in my nipples anymore after they have been pinched and puffed up, red and perky right up to the ceiling with him heading down towards my quivering belly. I reach down to his hair and the moment I touch; his head snaps up and hisses my name on his lip with a curse.
“Do not touch me.”
I nod and try to stay motionless on the bed, my hands holding the sheets in anxiety as his tongue trails down to the jutting hipbone. My hair sticks to my forehead, and the rest is tangled under my weight. Some tug more than others from the way Daddy had thrown me.
“You’re not supposed to be enjoying this, little princess,” Mr. Stephan rasps darkly, fanning his hot breath directly at my slick folds.
“It can’t go on like this,” he muses to himself, and I’m partly wondering what he means, “You need a new form of punishment if you think you’re going to get off this easily.”
I close my eyes reflectively for the pleasure that skitters across my pussy and the piercing brightness from the ceiling.
His thumb part my folds. It’s possible to feel the clingy strings of juices break and snap back with little resistance. My clit is pulled taut and humiliated from being so roughly abused by Daddy’s finger. The hole is small again without anything to keep me stretched and filled.
D
addy always has to prepare me for his big cock. I can’t just simply take him when he knows that even though I’m made for him, it’s still a painful process.
A hot tongue runs up my slit and the ridges of the surface. It glides through the sensitive folds as I shudder. The rush of pleasure mocks the mortified blush on my face when I turn. I make eye contact with Daddy right away.
I don’t have the mind power to question why he is drinking alcohol in his short glass while his big, thick cock is on full display. All I can think about is the size of him. The vein pumped with running blood as his cock throbs in his hand while he sits down on the chair to the side.
It’s a funny experience; Mr. Stephan between my legs and eating my pussy like a man deprived of water in the desert, and Daddy in a chair fisting his beautifully massive cock with a drink in his other hand.
It’s so wrong, and I’m a bad girl for leaking more juices from my hole.
“N-no, Daddy. Don’t watch!” I sniffle pitifully, big eyes widening with untruthful feelings.
I want him to watch me and see the effect of my demise in the capable hands of a man three times my size, manhandling me and effortlessly rendering me into a writhing mess.
My endurance is not the best, but I try to not slam my thighs over Mr. Stephan’s head as he twirls a finger at my twitching hole.
Daddy has trained me to keep my thighs away from his head when he’s licking my pussy. He doesn’t want anything obstructing his right to my cunt as he said. I assume that Mr. Stephan doesn’t want that either so I try and try the best I can while losing a part of me to the lustful breathing in my ears.
He taps my hole softly, sucking my clit between his lips and teething at the sensitive nub and my body freezes in fear. He could hurt me, and I would be too weak to stop him, but the trust in me heightens when he licks a bruising swipe over the nub as a form of silent apology for being so rough when he slithers two seething fingers inside me.
I’m drunk off of the sting as he pushes his fingers apart, it’s coiling and rubbing with delightful shivers tumbling down to my toes.
Mr. Stephan selfishly devours my pussy, drinking up the sweetness that leaks through the breached hole.
His tongue joins in on my stretched opening, slurping my cream as it coats his slick muscle when he goes back to my clit. The tip of his tongue circles around my little nub as he purrs through his pleasing moans, the vibration rocks up to my nipples, and I slap my palms flat against the bed sheets.
They don’t stay pristine for long as my fingers slip them through the cracks and twist the fabric as a way to ground me from this pleasure. I squirm in his hold, writhing under his ministration that opens a door of feverish lust that wrecks the control of my voice.
“O-oh! Daddy, I—ah!” My back arches the moment he curls his fingers and the sharpness of his teeth graze the bundle of nerves.
He’s playing with the fire in my belly as the coil tightens like a spring, ready to break free from the winding of his teasing hands.
Mr. Stephan’s hands leave my thigh, and inside my tiny cunt, the heat of his mouth is released with the unforgiving coldness of the room. I tremble in soreness, and the ache remains strong as I shake my head; my hair snaps loudly in my ear as I continue to quiver.
“Please!” I beg with tears rolling down my temple, “No, Daddy, please. I need— I need you.”
He’s cruel when he pinches my nipple with his wet fingers. Daddy is even more brutal in his dismissal when his phone rings and he pick it up with his eyes stoically trailing down my body.
“This is your punishment, little princess,” Mr. Stephan growls in my ear, loud for me to hear but not for the person on the phone to know what goes on in this bedroom.
“You will not cum unless Max and I say so.”
I whimper quietly, “But, why?”
I already took my punishment; the red swelling of Daddy’s palm and the mental psyching of Mr. Stephan’s timeout took a lot out of me. I think I got what I deserved, so why are they so mean right now when they’re the ones who delivered their form of reprimand on me.
“We need to make sure you don’t make the same mistake again.”
I sniff as he kisses me on the lips. My slick mingles in our tongues, and it’s so dirty to know that I’m tasting myself on him.
“I won’t, I promise.”
He sneers, a gleam of his sharp canines reflects the whites of his teeth with a reminder that he is not a man but a devil.
“Forgive me for not taking your words for it. I know you will do it again, little princess.”
It’s the truth that I’m not willing to admit.
Chapter Nine
Pepper
Time eludes me.
I’m dizzy, confused, and desperate. The blinding light above my face throws my eyes another hallucinating loop that viciously mocks the delirious pleasure singing in my blood.
A shiver breathes up my spine. A hand softly cradles my jawline, there’s a sticky mess between my throbbing thighs.
Bite marks littered on my body; they still tingle with a sense of urgency and the expectation of another brand of ownership to join in. It doesn’t come, and it draws a shudder of response from my body. Something hot tips in the curve of my sore butt and the oxygen moistens the soiled sheets with the number of orgasms that avoided me.
Mr. Stephan was merciless; he’s a man of his words when he said he would make me learn from my mistakes, and he lives up to the reputation of his beast of a body. He is breathing normally. It’s as if I had no effect on him unless I count the straining bulge on his briefs.
Other than that, I would have thought he couldn’t feel pleasure.
I am wrong.
He feels, and he feels through the leaking cum of his cock pushing on his briefs and the rushed moves of his hand when he undressed.
I was in and out of the blackness of my world. Daddy had pulled me out of the need to sleep with a slap to my swollen pussy that Mr. Stephan had played with for at least twenty minutes, and not once did he let me cum.
The hand that cradles my face is Daddy’s. I know his hand from Mr. Stephan’s, and he is luring me into a false sense of security when he caresses my cheek.
His back is against the headboard, legs trapping my upper body to feast my eyes on the thick, leaking, and angrily red cock in front of me. It’s intimidating, to say the least, he’s not a small man, and my energy had been depleted faster than the sinking of darkness that claws at my eyes.
“Get to work, little girl,” Daddy hisses; the wildfire spreads across my skull when he yanks my head up to see the fiery passion in his eyes.
This isn’t about my pleasure, I’m the one that did something bad, and it’s my punishment for the rest of the night. They are generous about their reprimand of my disrespectful manner. I thought that they would do something more severe to me.
I know they won’t hurt me in ways that many would call abuse; the type of pain they bring to my body threads with pleasure, and the line between them blurred from the beginning.
I trust them wholeheartedly. If one gets too rough, the other will step in because they know my body more than I do.
Mr. Stephan pushes my spine down after he had lifted my butt in the air, exposed and dripping with the fruits of his labor. I’m way past humiliation; he has ruined me, and I can taste the words on my tongue for him to put me out of my misery.
Opening my mouth, I lap at Daddy’s cock slowly, and it takes me a while to get used to moving after so many minutes of controlling my movements.
I hate that I loved every moment of it. I was brought up to heaven by the hands of a sinful devil whose sole purpose is to let me go so I can be a fallen angel. I would be in the same sin as him, and we would be tied together in a limbo of lust.
I’m too sensitive to take Mr. Stephan’s cock, but he doesn’t care as he places a damp hand on the dip of my waist, and he rocks his shaft inside.
My pussy is too small for him, and that doesn’t stop him
from trying. He’s determined to break past the straining walls and have his cockhead kiss the deepest part of me. I’m stretched so tightly that I can feel the thick pulse of his vein dragging through my most sensitive part.
Feeling a different cock in my pussy that Daddy has claimed as his own feels like betrayal coursing through my veins; helplessness mixes with pleasure because for as long as I have known, I only belonged to Daddy.
This change is not unwelcomed, but the indecisiveness picks at my love for Daddy, and it shouldn’t affect how much I love him.
It’s the new love that forms in my heart for Mr. Stephan.
I’m scared of this change. I’m scared that this will alter what I have with Daddy, and it will change what I mean to him. He will forever be my Daddy, and no one can replace him in my heart, but Mr. Stephan is already a permanent resident in my soul.
Whether I want it to or not, this is happening right now, and I’m at a loss as to what steps I should take when tonight is over.
Which one will leave?
“Pay attention, little girl.” Daddy fists my hair to bring my lips to close around the thick head.
I have experience sucking his shaft, but he’s never this rough with me. He’s always worried about me choking. He has as great a length as his girth. Daddy is a masterpiece, a beautiful specimen that is all mine.
I swirl my tongue over the salty cum and suck down an inch. His impatience shows through when he pushes my head down with a force that cannot be stopped.
I was never good at multitasking. It’s a concept that I try to learn and conquer with my own abilities. That never worked because while I’m trying to bring pleasure to Daddy’s girth, my sore pussy flares in heart at the weight that settles deep into my cunt.
Mr. Stephan is also a very big man.
He’s so big and different that it’s as if I’m a virgin all over again and he’s taking the purity him a savage thrust that breathes depravity. Irritation slithers in my slit, spreading and holding the girth of a cock that is not meant for me to take in one go.