by Piper Stone
“That’s enough of the brush. You were a very good girl. I’m proud of you.” He kissed the back of my head after tugging me away from the mirror and against his heated body. The feel of his throbbing cock pressing against me was almost at a profound state, allowing a naughty giggle to slide past my pursed lips. I was aware I wiggled my ass back and forth, the friction creating the kinds of tingles that grabbed at my sensations, sending a jostling of electricity dancing down the backs of my legs.
The man just did it for me, increasing my hunger to insatiable levels.
“Mmmm...” Exhaling, he crawled his fingers down the side of my leg, aimlessly running the tip of his finger back and forth across my skin. “Trying to seduce me, little kitten?”
“Maybe. Is it working?”
He chuckled before gripping my arm. “You’re one wild kitty.”
“And this bad kitty is very hungry, Daddy.” I blew him a kiss in the mirror, able to witness the carnal look crossing his face. I adored the fact he was so controlling, taking me in every manner he desired. I also didn’t mind teasing him one little bit, pushing every boundary that I had. Why not?
Grinding his groin against my bruised ass, he took one of my hands, placing the palm on the glass, his eyes never leaving mine. He placed the other palm then cupped my breasts, leaning over my shoulder and whispering, “You seem to forget your place, willful kitten.” He continued sliding his hips back and forth.
The sting was incredible, my pussy wet and quivering. “No, sir. Not at all.”
“Hmmm...” He pinched my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “Oh, yes, I think you have.”
Panting, I licked my dry lips as the slice of pain washed over me. I knew instinctively I was to stay in position, never allowing my hands to fall. “I’m sorry then, Daddy.”
“I think I believe you.” A slight grin on his face, he continued pinching, pulling both hardened buds until they were hard little peaks.
The pain was more than usual, almost agonizing as he tweaked and plucked, but every cell in my body was alive. I took several deep breaths, longing to be able to touch his thick cock, wrapping my fingers around the base.
But that wasn’t allowed.
He kissed my shoulder and took a step back, yanking his shirt from the neck and jerking the material over his head. His eyes twinkling, he dragged the tip of a single nail all the way down my spine to the cleft between my ass, taking his time moving from top to bottom.
My nipples ached from the loss of his fingers, standing fully erect as if begging him to return. “Daddy.”
“Yes, baby girl?” he asked as he eased the brush back into his hand.
I watched the action, biting my lower lip and anticipating another series of hard smacks. “Um, will you fuck me?”
“Let me think.” Daddy moved my hair from my back to in front of one shoulder then blew a swath of hot air across my neck. “Do you deserve it?”
“Yes! I mean, yes, Daddy.” Giving him a pouting look, I blinked several times in a teasing fashion.
“I don’t know.” Holding the top of the brush, he slid the handle along the small of my back then down between my ass cheeks, sliding ever so slowly.
I held my breath as I watched, completely mesmerized by his furrowed brow and the way his stern look accentuated his long black eyelashes and chiseled cheekbones. When he slipped the brush between my legs, taunting me with tapping my pussy lips, I bit back a series of moans. The man could simply drive a girl crazy with desire. I spread my legs once again, waiting with the kind of anticipation that left me breathless, juice trickling down the insides of my thighs. Begging wasn’t polite, but I was close to that point. “Promise, Daddy.”
He seemed to sense my raging hunger, sliding the handle of the brush past my slickened folds, pulsing the thick plastic several times. “I have to think about it,” he breathed across my shoulder, nipping and licking over until he reached the tender flesh of my collarbone. “You’re always going to be my bad girl.”
The first sensations as he plunged the handle all the way inside were like a wildfire igniting the glowing embers. “Oh, fuck!” Forced onto my tiptoes, I slapped the glass with one hand as my entire body began to shiver.
Repeating the move, he eased his other hand around my hip, guiding his fingers to my clit. I was lost almost instantly in a sea of pleasure, stars and vibrant hues of color floating across my vision like the most beautiful banner. He plunged the implement in a brutal manner, in and out as he swirled his fingers around my clit, ever so gently. The dichotomy was utterly delicious, making me laugh then moan.
“Seems you like that, little girl.”
“Yes, Daddy. God, yes!”
Pulling the hairbrush away, he smacked my pussy over and over again, all the while teasing my already swollen clit.
I groaned as he pushed the hairbrush back inside, moving harder. Faster. Dear God, he was fucking me with the same thing he’d spanked me with. I loved it. I absofuckinglutely loved it.
“Pain and pleasure, my little kitten. That’s something you’re going to learn to understand.” Daddy pinched my clit then released, once, twice then a third time.
I could no longer breathe. I could only concentrate on the way he dragged me through one stage of euphoria into the next, leaving me even wetter, hotter. Crazier.
I was nothing but a ball of lust and in that realization, I could no longer hold back anything. “Fuck me harder, Daddy. I need your big, fat cock!”
He grinned in the darkest manner, continuing his actions. He would decide when and if I deserved his throbbing shaft filling me. “You make me crazy, little brat. I want nothing more than to keep you naked and waiting for me, whenever I want to take you.”
“Then fuck me, please, Daddy.”
“Tempting.” He pinched my clit again then pulled the hairbrush into the light. I could see my juices glistening all along the handle. “Open your mouth, baby girl.”
I did as I was told, keeping my head held high as he inserted the handle into my mouth.
“Suck off those juices for me. Lick it clean.”
I held the brush between my teeth, swirling my tongue around the thick plastic, trying to be a good girl but praying he was ready to slide his cock deep inside. When he unfastened his belt, his dominating expression remaining, I squeezed my pussy muscles, the delicious anticipation sending another rush of juice slipping past my pussy lips once again. No man had ever made me this hot, a wanton woman hungering for the most sinful sex.
He darted his eyes to my mouth, nodding as if telling me to continue sucking. I didn’t disappoint, vigorously licking and sucking until the sound floated past my pursed lips. The scent of my sex filtered into the room, rich with a musky smell. I couldn’t imagine what others would think if they saw our nefarious actions.
How humiliating.
How invigorating.
How stimulating.
When his cock and balls were free, his cockhead pressing against my bruised bottom, only then did he remove the brush, flipping me around and planting my bottom on the cold counter. There was just enough space and as he yanked me to the edge, widening my legs as far as they would go, he smiled then thrust the entire length of his cock deep inside.
“Fuck!” I struggled to find anything to hold onto, straining to keep my legs in position.
“Exactly,” he murmured and gripped my thighs as he pumped in frantic motions, driving in and out in the most brutal manner.
My body jerked hard to the motions, my breasts jiggling up and down, the breath caught in my throat. “Yes. Yes. Yes!”
He growled several times, the husky tone almost inaudible, but so primal in nature. He rolled onto the balls of his feet as he plunged, skin slapping against skin, the look in his eyes feral. This was nothing but taking his prey, claiming every inch of her.
Tilting me back further until my shoulders rested against the glass, my legs split apart, he continued fucking me savagely. His fingers dug into my skin as he held
me and still, I slapped out, trying to find anything to hold onto. My breathing sounds were nothing more than scattered pants and moans forced up from the depths of my throat. “Uh. Uh. Uh.”
Slowing down, he leaned over, capturing my mouth. The kiss was soft at first then he filled my mouth with his tongue, swirling his against mine. Almost as soon as it started, he jerked back, pulling out completely and repositioning the tip of his cock at my asshole. I knew my eyes had opened wide as he pushed, stretching me wide. Wider still. Pain tore through me and I arched my back, managing to grip the faucet. “Yes. Fuck... I...”
“Every hole belongs to me.” Daddy spread my puckered hole to the limits as he thrust every inch inside. The angle was different, my muscles clamping around the thick invasion immediately.
“Jesus. I... So good, Daddy.” I lolled my head, closing my eyes as he fucked me, driving so deep, the agony shifting into the most incredible ecstasy. Every muscle in my body tingled as electricity shot through me, driving into every cell and nerve ending. The man was a machine, powering into me, his hips pumping like a crazed and very hungry man.
“Tight, baby girl. Love... your tight... asshole,” he said between clenched teeth as he pumped, easing out then slamming back inside over and over again.
I’d never had any idea something could feel this amazing. I dared open one eye, trying to focus as I settled my gaze on his strained face and the tight veins on his neck. Every muscle was rippled, a sheen of moisture covering every inch of his gorgeous body. He was so powerful in body and spirit.
“I’m going to fill you with my seed.”
“Yes, Daddy. Please.” Oh, God. Please. Please fill me. I had no idea if he’d heard my words, but as his actions became more manic, the force pushing me up from the counter, I could tell I had a smile on my face.
His body began to shake as he jutted his hips, his fingers digging into my skin. I squeezed, holding my breath as my ass muscles tightened.
“Oh, shit! Yes. Yes!” Daddy threw his head back and roared, the sound echoing in the dense space. The feel of his seed flowing into me was insanely delicious, the experience leaving me exhausted and very sated.
He smiled, even though his face remained pinched and he leaned over until our lips were almost touching. “You do... that to... me, baby girl.” He pressed kisses along my mouth and nose, remaining where he was for several seconds.
“I’m glad, Daddy.”
Easing down my legs, he helped me onto my feet and cupped both sides of my face. “You’re very special, even if you’re so damn disobedient.”
“The way you love me.” The words somehow slipped from my mouth, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“Now, it’s time for the rest of your punishment. Good try getting out of it.”
“Would I do something like that?”
“Uh, yes.” After winking, he guided me into the main cabin, walking me toward the only open corner in the room. “Corner time. I’m a firm believer that it will do you some good.”
My thighs were sticky, the scent a glorious reminder of our intense round of sex and I tried to obey just like a good little girl.
For all the humiliating experiences that had occurred in my life, this was close to the top. Standing naked. My nose pressed against the corner of a wall. In the location where I worked. In front of the man I adored. Oh, yeah, this was right up there in the stupid idiot category.
But I’d caused this all by myself.
There was no one else to blame and whining wasn’t going to help. As I stood with my fists clenched at my sides, my thoughts drifted to all the reasons I was acting out with uncontrolled anger.
My stepfather.
The fact my mother was dead.
The realization that I didn’t have a happy family.
And all I wanted was a beautiful home.
Hot breath escaping, I envisioned all the nasty deeds I wanted to do to my stepfather, including ruining his business, the very one he’d grown simply because of my mother’s money. Correction, my mother’s family’s money. I would forever believe the man was a gold digger, finding information about my mother on some social media site. His out of the blue appearance on the shores of Anna Maria Island right after a lovely article had been written on my mother and her recent charity event had seemed—preposterous.
Jesus Christ. He’d appeared in freshly pressed cargo shorts, a tailor-made gold shirt that no doubt cost well over two hundred dollars and loafers—for a walk on the beach.
Right.
He was a deceptive piece of shit that my mother fell head over heels in love with. I’d only been a child, not yet six, but Jonathan had whisked my mother off her feet, razzling and dazzling her after only three weeks. I’d never forget how giddy she was when she scooped me into her arms, telling me she was engaged. I’d known even then that Jonathan Holmes was an evil bastard.
Shivering, I had an overwhelming desire to tell Jack why I was embroiled in emotions that kicked my ass, but I was forced to realize that Jonathan couldn’t and shouldn’t control my life. I was a grown woman. I’d ended ties with what was left of my family and had to move on. There was now no other choice but to find my own way.
Picking fights wasn’t going to get me any promotions, only gain me enemies and additional whippings from my daddy. I closed my eyes, trying to rationalize why having Jack as such an authoritative figure was comforting as well as exciting. Grounding was the appropriate word. The muscular and very authoritative Marine kept my feet on the ground and my mind out of the... My nipples tightened just thinking the word ‘gutter.’ He kept me trying to continue on the straight and narrow.
A part of me wanted to burst into laughter since all I could think about was the way his callused hands cupped and squeezed my breasts.
I moved from foot to foot, almost reaching behind me to soothe my aching bottom. Instead, I dug my nails into my skin to remain obedient. I laughed to myself at the thought. Who would have thought that after my stepfather’s lording-over-me behavior I’d actually be able to learn to behave as required? Minutes ticked by, making me crankier than I should be. Jack could also read my emotions better than any man had a right to be able to, which wouldn’t bode well right now for my aching ass.
I had no idea how much time had gone by but when I felt his presence behind me, I shuddered all over again.
“Why does a well-educated young woman scrap whatever direction her life was headed in to suddenly taking up welding on an oil rig? Doesn’t make any sense to me.” Jack placed his hand on my arm, lightly rubbing up and down.
“I already told you that I have my reasons.”
“Ones you can’t trust me with.”
I wrinkled my nose, clenching my jaw as I tried to figure out what I could or should say to him. Several seconds ticked by and he never stopped touching me in the most loving and endearing manner. I slowly melted, all the resolve I’d had for at least two solid years fluttering away as if it had never occurred. I could feel the sob before I was able to hear the strangled sound.
“Oh, Summer. What in the hell happened to you?” He eased me around to face him, one hand holding my head as he guided me against his chest.
I clung to him, snarling quietly in an effort to tamp back every damning emotion. By showing any at all, Jonathan became a winner.
“Somebody hurt you,” he continued, his fingers rubbing through my strands of hair.
“Not physically.”
“Then what?” Pulling me back gently, he kept his eyes locked onto mine.
I had never felt so chilled in my entire life. “My father. I should say my stepfather has been trying to ruin my life.”
“How so?”
I hesitated, a ring forming in my ears.
“Trust me, Summer. I’m not going to hurt you. I can tell you need to talk.”
“He’s manipulative and always has been, but he’s sunk to a new low in trying to force me to marry someone I have no desire to be with. He’s also harassing me in his effort t
o get me to work with his company, the one that my mother...” I didn’t want Jack to know about my family’s history, at least not yet. “Let’s just say that he and my mother started the business and after she died, he turned it into something else entirely.”
“What kind of business are we talking about and how in the hell does this jerk think he’s going to force you into marrying anyone? It’s not the nineteen hundreds!” Jack snapped, his eyes flashing.
I think at that very moment I realized just how much I could trust him, my daddy, the only man who’d been able to see the woman begging to be set free. “Tell that to Jonathan. He’s under the firm belief that the man rules the house in every regard.”
His eyebrows lifting, he removed his hands, walking away. I waited to see if he’d resume talking, peppering me with questions. Suddenly, there was an edge to him, as if what I’d told him had changed everything.
“Did I say something wrong?”
After darting a look in my direction, he shook his head. “Of course not. You can tell me anything. I just don’t have any clue how you could be comfortable with me after an upbringing like that.”
“You’re not like him in the least. My stepfather is a pig.”
“But he requires domination, exactly as I do.”
I hadn’t really looked at things in that manner. “Your rules and requirements are entirely different. Jonathan doesn’t care about anything or anyone but himself and maybe my sister, but she’s his blood. I’m just the ugly girl he was forced to adopt.” I heard the glitch in my voice and cringed, looking away immediately.
“Ugly girl? What the fuck?” Jack bristled even more, the edge sharpening to razor blade thin.
“Ugly duckling, to be exact. He’d toss that sentiment my way whenever I’d done something bad.”
“Sounds like a motherfucker I’d like to take to a very dark back alley and beat the shit out of. Maybe the fucker is blind as well as stupid. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, both inside and out. Damn asshole. Jesus Christ.”
Sticks and stones may break bones, but words had always haunted me. It had been so rare that I’d heard anything remotely like what Jack had spouted off in the heat of the moment that I was floored.