Daddy's Girl
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His grip tightened once more. “Say it,” he demanded.
All I could do was shake my head regretfully. I couldn’t speak to him like that. I loved dirty talk, but I never reciprocated. Maybe I was too shy, or just too uptight, to play a dirty girl.
He leaned over, his lips gently brushing my cheek and I gasped out loud again. “Please,” I begged softly. “Please, just...”
“Just what?” he demanded, his fingers trailing down my arm, his lips dangerously close to mine. God, I could feel my nipples tighten beneath my dress, I wanted him so badly, his searing kiss on my needy lips. My mouth had already parted in expectation of his lips on mine, yet the kiss didn’t come. He was teasing me, and I loved it. I loved playing games.
“Just kiss me,” I begged, my breaths now heavy.
“And?” He was relentless, and I realized he wasn’t going to give up unless I gave him what I wanted.
“Fuck me, please,” I begged, desperate for him to turn me around again, yearning for his thick fingers rubbing my slit. He didn’t do what I asked, though, instead claiming my mouth with his. Just as good, if not better.
He was demanding, biting and licking me until I was gasping for breath, moaning for him to keep going. Our lips were bound together in a vicious act of passion, and I felt the chilly air against the wetness marking my legs.
I grabbed his hand and pushed it between my legs. I placed his thick fingers against my entrance, gently trying to make him touch me. He wouldn’t oblige, but his meaty finger slid across my clit and I moaned.
“Fuck,” I yelped, the sensation almost too much, but so damn good nonetheless. I eased into his hand, moving along with him as he teased me to an orgasm. He was still kissing me, hungry and desperate for the wet feel of my tongue.
He slapped my thighs apart and I moaned again, needing him so badly. All the while, alarms were going off in my mind and I knew just how wrong it all was. Yet I couldn’t stop... the dirty feeling only made it that much better.
“Keep them spread,” he said into my ear, his voice raspy, and he guided my legs apart as I begged him to keep touching, working my clit. His fingers were dipping in and out, skilled to perfection. I knew I was about to come, so close to the edge I could smell the sweet scent of my orgasm already.
“Good girl,” the stranger murmured again, and he took my wrists in his free hand, twisting them behind my back. I gasped at the pain in my bones, now desperate to come. He obliged, twisting them into an uncomfortable position behind me. I thrashed under him.
“Fuck, stay still.” It wasn’t a request.
He held me in place and pinched my clit so hard I cried and came, cursing out loud as my pussy squelched and he picked up speed. I shuddered and bucked and jerked on his hand. A long stream of dirty words fell from my mouth and I trembled in his arms, shaken by the intensity of my orgasm. I felt him move away, his fingers leaving my throbbing clit alone.
And then he picked me up like I weighed nothing, taking me in his arms. I snuggled close to him, needing more of him. I wanted to taste every inch of his skin, have him drag his tongue over mine and feel me shake under it. I wanted him to show me all the rules we could break together. I wanted to be fucked…
My eyes were filled with lust as he threw me over his shoulder and gripped me tightly around my thighs.
Stupid fucking instincts. Fooled by his handsome face, misguided by the hot and heavy way he’d made me come. I never even fought him, not when he carried me over to the car, not even when he pushed me inside.
“Where are we going?” I purred, tired, but content. I was ready for round two, and I hoped he was taking me to a nice swanky hotel. I couldn’t wait to ruin their sheets.
He didn’t answer, his mouth set in a thin line as he placed me on the backseat. He wouldn’t look at my eyes, and I think that was when I really started to get scared. I didn’t even know his name. I wanted to ask what he was doing, but I didn’t even know what to call him. Such a filthy girl, sleeping with a nameless stranger.
“Sorry, babygirl,” he smirked at me. He was standing outside the car, his huge figure looming over me.
He finally looked at me, his expression hard and unrelenting as he reached for me. He pulled on my hair again, making my head drop back and a hot breath escape my lips. And then something covered my mouth, a rancid smell entering through my nostrils and making me gag.
I tried to move away, but it was too late. I was already drifting, gauzy fingers of unconsciousness wrapping around my mind.
Three
Law
I could keep watching her forever.
I still couldn’t believe she was here, right in front of me. My Lily.
So fucking pure, so fucking innocent, even if she tried to hide under that façade of a brat. I knew that wasn’t her. Not entirely, anyway. She just needed to be reminded of it.
My fingers drummed against the concrete wall in the dark room, illuminated by a single bulb in the ceiling. There were no windows and aside from the bathroom a door away, the chair Lily was tied to and a mattress on the floor, there were no furnishings. Just gray walls and my babygirl, lighting the place up.
I must have been standing there for hours, just watching her, waiting for her to wake up. She’d been so fucking dirty in the bar, my hands itched to teach her a lesson, but I couldn’t bring myself to wake her up. She begged for this, coming to me like a moth to a flame. It was way too fucking easy.
Running my hand through my dark hair, I felt my insides twist. My cock had been rock hard since she approached me and I couldn’t stop picturing her lips around it, sucking me off with tears running down her pretty face.
The waiting was killing me, far more than when I didn’t have her yet. Then, it had felt like penance, something I had to go through to deserve her. But now she was here and I was running out of patience.
Grabbing the pail of cold water that was sitting on the floor next to the door, I splashed half of it in her face. She sputtered and screeched as I set it down again, crossing my arms over my chest then. I stood tall in front of her, towering above her with the cramped room barely large enough for me to avoid crouching.
Her mascara dribbled down her cheeks slightly, leaving dark lines as she squeezed her eyes shut and then fluttered them open.
“What the fuck,” she hissed, looking at me with shock and disgust and fear.
It was the latter I liked the most. The disgust? Well, she hadn’t seen anything yet.
“Morning, princess,” I said with a smirk, reaching forward to tuck a strand of wet blonde hair out of her face.
For a moment, she stood perfectly still, maybe even moved forward slightly. Then, as if realizing what she was doing, she recoiled as if slapped in the face. I gritted my teeth, annoyed.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” she screeched, and there was a note of hysteria in it now.
I chuckled, smoothing her hair back anyway. Then, before she could whine again, I grabbed her chin and yanked upward, making her look me in the eye. Her face was so fucking close to my cock, it was torture not to give her what she so clearly needed – me. But I had to be patient.
“You don’t get to make the rules anymore, babygirl,” I told her, my voice low and level. “If you’re good, I might allow you to make a decision again one day, but that day isn’t now. You’re mine and you need to understand that this means you need to be a good girl for me. You want to be a good girl for me, don’t you, Lily?”
There was no hint of a smile on my face anymore. She just stared at me, dumbstruck, those sweet lips of her parted and her expression blank. It must have finally been sinking in that she wasn’t in fucking Kansas anymore, and puppies and rainbows wouldn’t get her out of the mess she was in.
“Don’t you?” I asked again, growling it this time as I squeezed her cheeks between my fingers.
Her skin was so soft to the touch.
“No,” she said suddenly, sitting up a little straighter in the chair she was restrained to.
Without a word, I smacked her across the face, her head flying to the side. She let out a wince, a sound that echoed through me and seemed to fill me up to the core. She sounded so good when she hurt.
Looking up at me, her blue eyes filled with hurt, I could tell that no one had probably called her on her bullshit in a long, long time. I put my hand on the red of her cheek, her flesh hot against my cool palm. She shied away from it, but she had nowhere to go.
“Do you want to try that again?” I asked.
She didn’t have a response this time.
“That’s what I thought,” I said, grinning.
She would learn, but a part of me hoped that she wouldn’t do it too fast. I had too much to show her, and I had been waiting for too long to make it go fast. My cock twitched in my jeans as I drank in the sight of her quivering before me, goosebumps running up her bare arms now, and those streaks of mascara hiding tears she probably wanted to cry.
Reluctantly, I took my hand from her cheek and turned my back on her for a moment, grabbing a smoothie from the floor. I wasn’t going to untie her yet, but she’d been out like a light for hours now. It was practically noon. She needed to keep her energy up for everything that I had planned for the two of us.
“Please. Just let me go, no one has to know this happened,” she said as I carried the smoothie to her, bringing the straw to her lips. “I’ve got money. Whatever you want, you can have it.”
“Drink,” I told her, ignoring her babbling.
I knew exactly what she had, how much or how little. Money wasn’t what I wanted, and I was sure she knew that. She wasn’t that fucking dumb.
She resisted for a moment, eyeing the pinkish drink dubiously, the drops of cold water still beading on her skin. Then, with one quick glance at me to confirm that I meant what I said, she took a tentative sip. After that, she drank almost the entire thing.
No one could say I wasn’t an attentive monster, at least.
“Good girl,” I murmured when she was done, and she gave me the slightest smile.
Just like the pictures, she was perfect. Even better than what I’d seen and imagined. Filth on something so clean usually did that.
“You’re going to let me go, right?” she asked, that voice of hers shaking harder than the rest of her was.
I set the plastic cup and straw down by her chair and cocked a brow at her. At 6’6’’, I would have dwarfed her even if she weren’t tied to a chair, but I must have looked like a giant to her then. Dressed in black, stubble on my chin, muscles cording, I bet I was her worst nightmare, and her sweetest daydream all rolled into one.
“Now why would I do that?” I asked her conversationally.
“But-” she started, stuttering as her brow furrowed. “I…”
“You what, Lily?” I asked.
I think she only now realized that I had called her by her name.
“What do you want from me?” she asked, swallowing hard.
I didn’t need to think about that.
“Everything,” I told her.
She gaped at me and it made me think back to how she’d been at the club. Begging for me to fuck her, at the same time incapable of getting the words out of her mouth. I had to resist the urge to bring my fingers to my lips, to taste the ghost of sweetness that my mind convinced me lingered on them. I hadn’t even penetrated her but her pussy was so fucking inviting to me.
The way she moaned and screamed when she came, the way she obviously wanted more, wanted to be twisted around my cock like the good little slut that she was… It was enough to drive a man insane.
“Do you remember how you begged at the bar?” I asked, my fingers tightening on my arm. “Do you remember how you asked me to fuck you? How you came, screaming like a whore in a back alley? Do you remember that, babygirl?”
She closed her mouth, lashes fluttering as she looked down at her lap. Her cheeks were now red, both of them, embarrassment creeping up in her. Such a fucking brat, yet she still had the decency to be ashamed of how needy she was for cock. Like a good girl.
I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back, making her scream. She should have learned by now that when I asked a question, I wanted a fucking answer.
“You’re hurting me!”
“You don’t know what pain is, sweetheart,” I seethed, not letting her go. “I asked you a question.”
With her bottom lip quivering, I saw a spark come to life in her eyes. Rebellion, spite. My bratty little monster. I had to bite down on the inside of my mouth to hide my smile.
“Yes,” she said finally. “I remember.”
“Are you ashamed of being a whore?”
“You can’t talk to me like that,” she gasped, eyes wide.
When I pulled back on her hair again, she whimpered. Her legs were tied to the chair, but I shoved her knees apart and reached down, shoving my hand between her thighs. I felt her clench up but she couldn’t keep me from ripping her wet, pink thong aside and pushing my hand against her slit.
She was soaking wet. I could have shoved three fingers in her right then, if I wanted to. And it took more than I would have liked to admit to keep from doing that.
I contained myself, just running my thumb over her clit a few times, hard. She twitched, her body rigid, as I kept her head back and her pale neck exposed. Without thinking about it, I leaned in and kissed her swan neck, the first touch gentle.
It didn’t last long.
I rubbed her pussy harder, my fingers aching to dig into her as I sucked on her neck, leaving teeth marks and bruises.
She whimpered, but the sounds turned into needy moans, pleasure and pain rolled into one just the way I liked it. Just like I knew she needed it.
“Yes,” she finally breathed, breathless. “Yes, I remember!”
It was like I was kicked out of a trance. My eyes flew open and I flicked my thumb across her clit one more time, rubbed my thick fingers against her slit so hard that I was almost pushing into her, but not quite. I knew she couldn’t be far from coming, the glazed over look in her eyes telling me everything I needed to know.
Mine. All mine.
And no one could ever take her away from me again.
She was breathing heavy as I let go of her hair. Making sure she was watching me, I brought my hand to my mouth and slowly licked across my fingers, keeping eye contact with her. My fingers glistened with her juices, her sweet, virgin pussy the best aphrodisiac.
I didn’t need to fuck her to know she’s never been touched. She might have been trying to hide it from me, but I knew she’d never been split open by a cock before. I was going to enjoy every second of it when it finally fucking happened.
She moaned as my tongue slipped out and I smirked once I was done cleaning her off my fingers. Next time, I would let her do it, but she needed to learn some manners before that.
I could see the question in her eyes.
Why hadn’t I finished her off?
Why hadn’t I let her come, let her scream again?
Because I shouldn’t have done it the first time.
I couldn’t reward her for being a bad girl when she needed to be good for me. My little girl needed to be perfect, and then she could have whatever she fucking wanted.
“Better,” I told her, admiring the bruises already forming on her neck, the red glow of her cheeks, the mascara running down her cheeks. “If you’re a good girl, I can make you feel good again. But bad girls… Well, do you know what happens to bad girls?”
She squared her jaw, trying to look like the haughty rich bitch that she still thought she was. She didn’t know yet that she would never be one again.
“They get punished?” she asked me, sarcasm dripping from her words even though I knew she was soaking wet for me, her pink pussy still throbbing for my touch.
I grinned.
“Exactly.”
That’s when I turned to leave, taking the key from my pocket and unlocking the door. The moment the click of the lock sounded, I heard her stir.
“Wait,” Lily gasped. “You can’t leave me down here alone! I… I don’t even know your name! Just… just call my mom, she’ll give you whatever you want for me! I can give you her number, it’s-“
“No one’s coming for you, babygirl,” I told her with a shake of my head, the thought filling me with warmth. “It’s just you and me now.”
I considered leaving her there on the chair, but I was not sure when I would be able to come back. Reluctantly, I slipped behind her and cut the ties on one of her hands. She went rigid when she felt the blade too close to her skin.
I didn’t bother with the rest of the binds, but I crouched down and clicked a metal cuff around her ankle. I was sure she would have wriggled herself out of the rest of the binds by the time I was back, but she couldn’t get out of this.
I didn’t look at her as I got up and exited out through the door. But I couldn’t deny her too much.
She’d been so good, and quiet, her ragged breathing the only thing telling me that her heart was beating out of her chest. Before I could tell myself that she didn’t deserve to know yet, I told her what she wanted to know.
“Lawson,” I said, revealing my name.
Then the door fell shut and I locked it, heading up the stairs and out of the cellar, taking two steps at a time.
I needed to get away from her fast, or I might have just gone back and never left.
I stepped out of the cellar and into a brightly lit, carefully decorated hallway. There was barely anything on the walls, other than a few nondescript paintings that probably cost a fortune. There was a white carpet underneath my shoes and I tracked dark shoeprints as I stalked across it. The corridor itself was three times the size that Lily’s cell was, and the house was a fucking mansion in its own right.
“Lawson, is that you?” Emily yelled from the dining room.