Treat Me

by Angela Blake

  While daddy pounded his cock in and out of her throat, sliding it in as deep and as fast as he could, I watched as the girl reached down and began to finger her pussy. Even with him slamming violently into her mouth she was still so turned on that she just had to play with herself. She just had to rub her pussy until she could cum all over again.

  Daddy’s face was riddled with this expression of delight and pure elevation. It looked like he was in some kind of nirvana or something. However, when I looked a little longer it also seemed as if there was a tint of pure authority and dominance on his face as well. He owned her and she knew it… no, she loved it.

  Suddenly his thrusts became rapid, short jerks and without warning daddy spilled his cum into her mouth and all over her face, neck and chest. The girl reveled in it, enjoyed it and even licked as much as she could off his dick.

  “T-thank you, daddy,” the girl told him as she swallowed.

  “Good bitch,” he said as she slapped her face. He then grabbed his cock and used it to slap her face a couple of times. “Go to sleep. Tomorrow you will go to Demetri. You better serve him well or I will be humiliated.”

  “I p-promise daddy,” she answered.

  Oh fuck, he’s going this way. I hurriedly rushed out of the doorway and back to my room, staying as quiet as I could. As soon as I shut the door behind me and collapsed back on the bed I let out a sigh of relief and spent the rest of the night fantasizing about Giovanni. All I could really see in my mind was being the girl on that bed, having him fuck me like there was no tomorrow.

  Chapter Eight

  I woke to the sound of heavy knocks on the door. Groggily I got up from the bed, walked to the door and opened it as I was rubbing my eyes. As soon as I did I saw daddy standing in the hallway, shirtless. His gaze immediately went down to my chest and it was only then did I notice I was completely naked save for my panties.

  “Oh f-fuck,” I gasped as my arms rushed up to cover my tits. I turned around and headed back to the bed and looked everywhere for the shirt he lent me last night.

  “Baby, it’s okay,” he calmly told me as he stepped into the room. “You’ve got tits, gorgeous tits if I might say, so you shouldn’t be so shy to flaunt them.”

  God, this conversation was taking such a sensitive turn so early in the morning. Well, I couldn’t really be so sure since I didn’t even know what time it was. I could feel my cheeks warm up as I blushed and bit down on my lip as I tried to slow down my breathing and relax.

  “Don’t overthink these things,” daddy suddenly said as he walked up to me. He held a small black bag in his hand.

  “Wear this tonight,” He said as he handed me the bag.

  I didn’t reach out to grab it, since both my hands were covering my tits. Suddenly, I felt his heavy grip as he wrapped his arms around me and pushed my hands down, fully exposing my breasts. I almost yelped but bit down harder and kept my mouth shut.

  I could feel his breath down on my neck as he inched his face closer. My eyes shut and I almost let out a moan of both surprise and pleasure when he kissed down on my neck and shoulder.

  “Don’t hide. Daddy likes you the way you are,” he whispered into my ear, his voice so tender and yet so powerful at the same time. It was mesmerizing and it drowned me with every rhythmic note as he spoke.

  I turned around to face him. He had put the bag atop the bedside drawer and had his arms crossed on his chest. He looked like a big bouncer at a club and he definitely seemed like it, towering over my petite frame. Daddy’s eyes lingered on my chest and the longer he stared the more I felt my nipples begin to stiffen. I couldn’t tell if this was just because I was nervous or something else.

  “I-I’m sorry,” was all I could muster. I looked up and saw he was smiling at me. I felt ashamed and nervous simultaneously. My heart beat faster and I could feel my legs begin to shake.

  “There’s nothing to be sorry about,” he whispered back. God, his low voice was so sultry and appealing it made me want to lean in closer and just hug him. It was like a mellow blanket wrapping itself around me. “Daddy is happy to see you as you are now.”

  What would Matt think of this? Here I was, in his father’s house, standing naked in front of the man he shunned for so long and yet I was feeling… aroused in my circumstance.

  “T-thank you,” I said. I bit my lip and honestly tried to look as cute and alluring as I could but I had no idea if it looked hot or just plain stupid. I’ve never tried this before. The last time I was anywhere close to having sex was back in college and the guy was just doing everything while I waited for instructions on what to do. I didn’t want to appear as ignorant with Giovanni.

  He must have noticed. He reached up to my breast and with his fingers he began to lightly tap on my right nipple --

  “Ah!” My whole body jolted as soon as I felt him pinch my nipple. He gave a soft twist and then began to slowly rub the very tip with his index finger, teasing it slowly. I could feel the blood rushing in the back of my head as my mind began to fly in all directions, trying to figure out what to do.

  “You are trying too hard,” he then told me as he cupped my breast. I wanted so badly to just shut my eyes and coo in pure pleasure as he squeezed a little tightly. “You seem nervous, a little too unsure of yourself.”

  I finally opened my eyes and looked into his. “L-like I said d-daddy, I’ve never had real sex before, not even with Matt. I don’t really know how to do this right.”

  He patted my head with his other hand. “It’s quite simple, honestly, especially for someone like you.”

  “Someone like me?” I frowned and took a step back, unsure of this whole conversation. Maybe I needed to just storm out of here and forget I ever met him. Maybe this was exactly where I belonged.

  He pushed me down with both hands, making me sit at the edge of the bed. He then took a few steps closer… his crotch was just a foot or less in front of me. I could feel the anticipation in my throat… was I drooling inside to get a taste of him?

  “Someone like you,” he confirmed. “Someone submissive, waiting for instructions and to be dominated. You need a man who is firm and strict but knows how to reward and moderate. You need someone to break you, own you and take you.”

  The image of the girl he was having sex with last night popped into my head. How she was so enamored by the rough way he just used her like a piece of meat solely for him to fuck was so captivating. It made me wonder… was that what I wanted?

  “B-break me?” I asked. “What does that mean, daddy?”

  He took one more step closer. I could smell his scent… it was intoxicating. I wanted to just let him come even closer and devour me with his strength. I wanted to feel his force crush me.

  “Yes,” he said flatly, as if it was mere common sense. “To truly become daddy’s girl, to fully understand your place you must first be broken and then remade. You must learn what your limits are and how to handle the situation when those limits are surpassed. You must learn to accept that I will fuck you in every way possible, humiliate you in every way possible and when all has been said and done you will learn to love it.”

  My mind raced as I tried to process everything he told me. I still had no clue what to expect. Was he going to fuck me right here and now and make me love it? How is it forced if I am also feeling aroused by the mere idea of it?

  “So you’re saying you’ll fuck me like a cheap whore then toss me out when I’m no longer useful?”

  Giovanni shook his head. “No, that’s disrespectful and unfair. Just because I’ll own you and dominate you, making you my sex slave does not mean you will be treated like garbage. As a matter of fact, it means I hold you with the highest regards.”

  “That sounds like an oxymoron,” I pointed out. “You say you respect me and honor me but at the same time you want to fuck me like a rag doll.”

  “You’ll understand when I break your little pussy and pound it with my cock,” he told me. “I am the master, your daddy, but in the
end it is I who serve you, always doing my best to make sure we are both pleasured by our venture. If you don’t find pleasure then it is meaningless and I might as well fuck a blow-up doll.”

  In an odd way that made sense to me. One of the reasons Matt never tried too hard to get in bed with me was because he “respected” me too much but it also meant we were never truly satisfied. I wanted to feel his body, I wanted to know he desired for me.

  “W-will you do it now?” I asked. Was this the moment of truth? Was daddy about to take advantage of the situation and fuck me right here? Was I even ready for this right now?

  Daddy shook his head. I let out a sudden sigh of relief and realized I just wasn’t ready. To be honest, I was scared.

  “No, not yet,” he said as he juggled my tits in his hands. “It is tempting but I want you to think of it carefully. I want you to really let it sink into your head before you open your body to me and give it up to me. When you do, there will be nothing left. I will take it all. I will fuck your mouth, your pussy and your ass. I will do everything I want to you. I will own you. So think it over… think if surrendering yourself to pure ecstasy and submission is within you.”

  “How will I know the truth?” I asked. I leaned in a little, gesturing for him to further toy with my breasts. God, that feeling was so good.

  Without warning he suddenly pulled down his pants and let his cock dangle right in front of me. The air changed around me and I felt a sudden elation in my chest the moment my eyes caught sight of his throbbing rod. Now that I got a closer look I just came to realize how big it was. The sheer length was probably no less than eight inches and it was thicker than how I’d imagine a man’s cock would be.

  “Look at it, baby girl,” he instructed me. He held his cock with one hand and kept it pointed directly at me, almost as if he intended to shove it into my mouth. “Look at what your life will be. This here will become your life. You will love it, worship it, hunger for it… or you might never have it.”

  I stared until I could memorize every line and feature. I stared until I could think of nothing else. I didn’t even realize that so much time had passed by and daddy already stepped backwards. I didn’t realize he was calling to me to get into the costume he’d bought me, so I’d be ready when his guests arrive for the Halloween bash.

  I didn’t realize my mouth was open and that I was leaning forward, unconsciously welcoming it so he could thrust it into my mouth.

  Chapter Nine

  Night had come and I was alone in the room, wearing the costume Giovanni had given me. It was one of the most revealing things I had ever worn, especially at something like a Halloween bash.

  The costume was supposed to be that of a Greek goddess, but it wasn’t just a simple white and gold dress. The dress was short, barely covering my panties, and had two slits on each side to fully reveal my legs. It was very low cut and showed parts of my breasts, and it had an elegant cut in the middle to show my stomach. I looked at myself in the mirror and I lingered. I looked hot. Maybe Giovanni wanted to show me off to the people at his party.

  There was a knock on the door.

  “Come in,” I said, turning to face the door.

  Giovanni walked into the room, wearing his own costume. His was a costume of a Trojan warrior. He wore brown bottoms, a red cape, and had no shirt on. I couldn’t help but stare at his abs and chest; they made me feel so hot for him.

  “Are you ready?” he asked as he walked into the room, his muscles glistening under the lights.

  “Yeah,” I said, lifting my eyes away from his body.

  I walked towards the door, where he stood and noticed him staring at my chest again. He gave me a light slap on the ass before he took my arm in his and led me out of the room and down the stairs where the party was.

  The room was draped in the most fantastic Halloween decorations. There were spider webs hanging from the ceiling and the walls, skeletons and dead bodies in the corners, and scarily carved pumpkins laid out across the floor. There were tables set up across the room that had Halloween themed snacks and a bar that served, what looked like, Halloween themed drinks. The lights of the entire place were dimmed and there were red and orange lights flickering instead, giving the large house a creepy vibe. Music boomed from every side of the room and the people danced and mingled with their extravagant drinks in hand.

  “This is incredible,” I shouted to Giovani through the music.

  He turned to me and smiled, but said nothing. We reached the bottom of the stairs and I could see that a few eyes had turned to look at us. There were maybe a hundred people in the room and everybody was wearing a different costume, each one as great as the other. But with so many eyes on us, I felt exposed in the costume I was wearing.

  I let go of Giovani’s arm and crossed my hands over my chest, trying to cover myself up. Giovani noticed and pulled my arm back towards him, once again, leaving me exposed. I looked at him and I smiled. Maybe I liked this a little more than I thought I would.

  “Go get yourself a drink,” Giovani said, letting my arm go.

  “Ok, Daddy,” I said.

  “Hurry up,” he said, “I want to show you to some of my friends.” He turned his eyes to my body and lingered for a while.

  I smiled at him as I made my way to the bar, knowing that he was looking at my ass. This was going to be a good night.

  Chapter Ten

  It’s been two days since the party Giovanni’s place. To be honest, I didn’t even want to keep going to work. I wanted to just quit and rethink everything for a very long time. Things had just shifted in way I never thought they could.

  This particular morning I was in my living room, snuggled to a pillow as I stared at my phone and the television. I wasn’t watching anything in particular but the background noise of the TV helped me think. I had coffee but it was getting cold as I couldn’t tear my eyes off from my phone.

  I had been researching more about daddy ever since I got home, even when I was at work. David caught me once but fortunately I was just reading up on how some women prefer rough sex and relationships where the man dominated them in bed and he didn’t have the guts to confiscate my phone from me.

  Stephanie was my real source of research, however. That naughty little girl knew everything there was about this stuff. It was from her that I learned the term BDSM, which meant Dominance, Submission, Sadism and Masochism. It was a term used for relationships involving something like a girl or guy submitting to their partner, allowing them to inflict pain and humiliate them in some way. Well, that was how I understood it from Stephanie but the way she put it also made it seemed so lovely and erotic.

  “It’s all a give-and-take,” she tried to explain to me during our break. “Yeah, you’ll submit to him and he’ll fuck you in so many ways but it’s all for you. He’s busy trying to please you.”

  Of course she kind of figured out that I got all these ideas from Giovanni but I didn’t flat out confirm it to her.

  Now that I was alone on my day off all I could do was search different porn sites for videos to show me what BDSM was really like. All I got to see in real life was daddy pounding that girl from behind but it was so rough so… raw. When I got to searching online I found a whole new world.

  I saw girls being locked in stockades while their master fucked them or whipped them, I saw girls being tied and then punished in front of a crowd and I even saw a video of a girl, tied down and gagged, who had wax dripped on her body. I’ve never dreamed of anything as surreal as any of those situations and now daddy was telling me he might do all of this to me.

  “What the fuck am I doing?” I suddenly said out loud. “He’s Matt’s father! This is fucking insane!”

  Shit… I was losing my goddamn mind!

  The thing that really broke my mind was the fact I let him see me naked. I let him touch me. I let him shove that big cock of his in my face and I let him toy with my mind like that. I can’t believe I let myself become such a slut in front of him.<
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  But then I remembered the sight of his cock, how it dangled when he exposed it and how it throbbed like a hungry, wild animal in his hand. When I shut my eyes I could even remember how it smelled, how it pulsed as if it was calling out to me. I could remember how I open my mouth and almost tried to shove it in before he suddenly pulled back.

  Why was that so ingrained in my head?

  Before I could even stop myself my hand was down between my legs, my fingers digging underneath the fabric of my panties. My index crept in lower and before I realized it I was beginning to toy with the folds of my womanhood. I felt this warm - no, hot - sensation and when I slid my finger through the lips of my pussy it felt moist and anxious for more.

  Oh God… I began to slide my finger through again and again, my mind centering solely on the sensation of euphoria that flooded over me each time I touched myself. My middle finger then brushed against my clit and I yelped when the sudden jolt surged right through my body.

  In my head it wasn’t my finger rubbing against my flesh but daddy… I could already picture the very tip of his cock as it rubbed against me, almost like it was teasing me before finally thrusting in to break my virginity and make me his own little slut.

  There were moments where all I could think of was daddy and his large, strong muscles crushing me underneath their weight as he lay on top of me to plow into my soft, tight little pussy. I probably looked like a little school girl or something in comparison to him. He was this hulking mob boss and the only image I could set in my head was him spreading my legs and fucking me like a whore.

  My mind traced back to the girl I saw him have sex with. I bet he knew I was watching. Maybe he wanted to show me what he could do, what he would do to me if I agreed to his deal and finally surrendered my body and will to him.