by Aubrey Cara
I almost nod my head but think better of it. “Yes, Daddy.”
“If things get to be too intense, you put up two fingers, and I’ll stop everything. Ropes can come off. We can be done for the night. I won’t be disappointed in you.”
“Two fingers. Got it,” I say, but I won’t be doing any kind of safeword or signal. I need this more than he knows.
Fisting a hand in my hair, he get down in my face. “I mean it Candi. I’m your daddy, I’m your Dom. I will stop everything if I think you’ve had enough and you’re not making the call. Then I really will be disappointed with you. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir,” I let out on a rush. It’s been so long since Hank has been like this, it’s taking me off guard. I forgot how scary he can be.
“Now beg me,” he says, his hand still tight in my hair. He grasps my nipple in his free hand, pinching and twisting so hard it steals my breath. Tears come to my eyes, and I try to move back, but I’m trapped. “Beg me for what you want, princess.”
“Please, please, Daddy.” My mind blanks as he moves on to my other nipple with the same rough treatment. Pinching and twisting it to a throbbing point.
“You’re so pretty when you beg, baby girl. I need more than that.”
“Please, Daddy, please will you punish me?”
“Why?”
His question throws me. “Because I need it,” I say honestly. “Because I deserve it.”
“Can anyone else do this for you?”
“No, only you.”
“Remember that the next time you think you can’t trust me. That you have no one else you can rely on.”
I hurt him with my thoughtlessness. I’ve been pushing him away when I should have been telling him what was going on with me. “I’m sorry.”
“I know, princess. Now, that’s enough talking for you.” A strip of cloth goes over my mouth, tied on tight at the back of my head. He helps me stand and leans in, whispering in my ear, “I wouldn’t want the neighbors to hear you screaming.”
My eyes go wide, and he smirks, picking up nipple clamps joined by a chain. My nipples are still pulsing when he secures one clamp to my left nipple. I have to fight to hold still as little metal teeth bite into my nipple. Every turn of it cranks it tighter, sending surprising zings of sensation to my clit that’s throbbing in aching awareness. When one clamp is securely fastened into my skin, he does the other, letting the chain drop between my breasts. I suck in air at the shocking jolt.
I try to yank back and only succeed in choking myself. The pain makes my head swim, and I panic. A stinging smack to my outer thigh makes me jerk my eyes open.
“Settle down,” he says, holding my waist as I steady myself. As my breathing calms, the overwhelming pain from my nipples settles and spreads in ripples of liquid heat.
“That’s my girl,” he says. “I think you’re ready for more, now, aren’t you, princess?”
I don’t answer, and he doesn’t wait for a reply. He steers me around and bends me over the back of a chair, careful not to touch my bruises. I whimper as the nipple clamps swing forward with my breasts. The thick chain adding extra tension.
Kicking my legs out hip width, he secures my ankles to the chair legs. “You really do have the most beautiful pussy, princess.” I can feel his words puff against my aching sex. I know he’s right there, but no touch or lick is forthcoming.
The air shifts and I wait, tethered and tied down. I’m not sure what he’s doing. I don’t have long to wonder before a stinging strike slaps down on my ass. Not his hand and not his belt. The mystery implement creates a fiery sting after each strike.
Again it smacks down, covering both cheeks, and I squeal, jumping. I choke myself, and my clamped breasts swing. My body is swamped with sensation as I try to be still and take each strike. To melt into the burn. To let it wash over me. But he makes it hard. I can’t predict when the next stinging smack will happen.
Time stops and I take every shocking blow until I’m a sweaty, panting, drooling mess.
“You’re doing so well, baby girl.” He moves around to the front of the chair, pushing away hair clinging to my wet face. “Are you ready for more?”
I don’t even hesitate as I nod, being careful not to choke myself.
“Okay then, I think we can be done with these.” He reaches down, quickly releasing one clamp and then the other from my breasts. I bow my back, squealing behind my gag as blood floods my nipples in throbbing waves.
When my breathing calms, he slaps one breast then the other until I’m screaming behind my gag and fighting my restraints. When he stops, I deflate, lying limp over the back of the chair while he strokes my hair until my breathing calms once more.
“My, my, my, baby girl, you’re all wet.” He runs a finger down my slit and flicks my clit, making me jump and choke myself. I feel more moisture spill out of me as he pushes a thick finger into me. In and out his finger glides. Pushing down against my G-spot, but moving too slowly. Then lifting pressure right before I can get any relief. It’s torturous.
This is part of the pain. Part of the punishment. I’m not going to get to come.
I know this, and still I try to move my hips and chase his fingers. I want to beg, beg for more, beg for release. When I feel something cold and metal push into me, I want to cry. He twirls it around. Getting it wet. I’m about to be plugged, but that doesn’t stop my inner muscles from clamping down on the bulbus toy trying to find the friction I need.
“Nice try,” he says, taking it out and leaving my poor pussy grasping at air. “Jesus, princess. You’re so fucking beautiful like this.” I think he may be looking at me there, wanting to be inside me where I’m a wet, swollen, throbbing mess. The part of me that’s screaming to be filled.
I tense all over as he pushes the plug at my rosette and swats my tender ass. “Be a good girl and open for Daddy.”
It’s been so long since he plugged me, it causes the same burning stretch it did the first time. Only this time, Hank pushes it straight into me without mercy. I swear this plug is bigger. I feel splayed wide, and the ache is sending pulses of heated confusion through my body.
I’m still adjusting to this new sensation when a strike sears across my ass, making me clench up and cry out. The belt. The strap of leather licks out, welting my abused ass on contact. Searing across burning welts.
I try to hold still, but I can’t help but struggle in my bindings as I cry out behind my gag. My cries turning to sobs.
He comes around to the side of me and pulls up the bindings on my wrists, effectively cutting off my air supply. My body stills its struggles. The belt bites across my ass. Black swims across my vision. Stars kiss my eyes, then he relaxes his grip on my throat bindings.
I gulp in air, but he does it again, and again, until I get into a rhythm of taking a breath before the rope pulls tight and lightning strikes over my skin.
My world calms, hazes until I’m floating out of the darkness that has been surrounding me. Flying.
All the while he lectures me, praises me. I can’t process his words. Tears are running down my face. Relief courses through me. Swamps my veins. Lifts me higher.
It weaves around my soul and knits a patchwork over the empty spots.
Hank has lead me through the dark.
I can finally see the light.
25
HANK
I’ve never seen a woman hit subspace, but I know what it is. I know that’s where my princess is flying right now. A euphoric glow pulses through my veins, and I’m pretty sure I’m in Domspace.
I release her bindings. My foot screams in protest as I lift Candi into my arms and carry her to bed. I wrap her up in my comforter like a burrito before grabbing water and a snack from the kitchen for when she wakes up. Stripping off my clothes, I crawl into bed and wrap her in my arms.
I never knew I could feel this content. At peace.
She blinks her big blue, sleepy eyes up at me. This girl I wanted nothing to do with
, is now my world. She runs her fingers over my beard. I can never shave it off because I fucking love when she pets me like this.
“Never leave me,” she whispers her plea, and my chest aches that she would have to ask.
“Not for anything, princess.”
“I love you. I didn’t think I’d ever love someone the way I do you, but I do.”
“I love you, too,” I say, but her eyes are closed, and I’m pretty sure she’s already asleep.
I spend the next hour just watching her slumber, more peaceful than I’ve ever seen her before. Her chest rises and falls heavily. Hopefully this time she’ll sleep the night through.
As I watch her I can’t help but feel triumphant. She may still have bad nights. Days she wishes would just end. But, for now, I’ve slayed her dragons.
To keep her here with me like this…I would slay a million more.
Epilogue
Six Months Later
“Oww, Hank, I said I was sorry. Is this really necessary?”
“I’m sorry, who do you think you’re talking to?” I flip up her skirt and yank down her panties, which are already sporting a wet spot. Pulling back my arm, I swat down hard, enjoying the way her whole body jerks as she cries out.
“Daddy, Daddy, I’m sorry. Is this necessary?”
“Oh, yeah, it’s necessary.” My cock is achingly hard as my handprint blooms on her ass cheek. I have her shoved down over my desk, in my office at my bar. My hand smacks down on her tush again, and I glean unholy amount of satisfaction in watching her shriek and squirm. “I’ve got something you can suck on if you need something in your mouth so badly.”
“I just wanted one cigarette.”
“You quit.” I spank her lush ass harder.
“Under duress!”
“Well, now your ass is under duress.” I whap her again, and she moans. Her bottom is a beautiful glowing red. The sight of honey trickling out of her sweet pussy makes my cock harder than a railroad spike. When she wiggles her sweet ass at me I know I’ve been had.
I should be mad, but it just makes me want to drill my cock inside her all the more.
I fist my hand in her hair and pull her up. “Oh, princess. Try to manipulate Daddy with big-girl games, and you’ll get big-girl punishments.”
CANDI
An electric spark goes through me at his words, and I know I’ve been had. I totally got caught with that cigarette on purpose. I wasn’t really going to smoke it. Sure, I would love to, but I’ve worked way too hard not smoking to give into temptation now. It’s just that in my heart, I’m a bad, bad, bad girl, and I crave being punished like one.
It’s entirely his fault. He makes it feel so good to be bad.
“I don’t know what you mean, Daddy,” I say with false sincerity.
He holds me down over my desk, in my office, at our bar, and I hear a zipper seconds before his hot length is pushing into me. Filling me with one hard thrust. His hand in between my shoulders holds me down as he hammers into me, until my body is clenching hard around him.
He yanks out, and I want to scream in frustration. “Please, please, Daddy, make me come?”
His thumb paints my moisture over my pucker and I tense, knowing what’s coming before the digit sinks inside my ass. I try to squirm away from the sensation, but he holds me in place before sliding his cock back into my heat.
“Do you get to decide if or when you come?” he growls.
“No, no, I don’t.” I want to beat my head against the desk as he leisurely strokes his cock inside me.
“And where Daddy fucks you? What hole your daddy fills with his cum, do you get to decide that?”
My body stills with trepidation at his words, even as I fight clenching down on his length. “No, Daddy.”
“If Daddy wanted to gag you on his cock until he came down your throat?” He wraps a hand around my throat, giving it a squeeze as if in preview. More moisture spills out of me with the move, while his evil chuckle rings in my ears. He’s toying with me, and it only serves to make me hotter. “Whose choice would that be, princess?”
“Yours, Daddy. Always yours.” And I love it that way. His power over me. The way he plays my body.
He pulls out of me again, and I stiffen to feel his wet tip against my pucker. My whole body trembles as he pops through the ring of muscle and pushes in. I whimper at the stretch, even as I push back against him to take more.
“Shit, you’re tight, princess.” And his words make me clench around him, dragging a groan from him. His big hand lands on my ass hard, and I pulse around him with each strike.
“Does it feel good to be stretched out over Daddy’s cock?”
Panting, I nod my head, unable to speak.
“Do you think you can come like this? With Daddy’s cock in your ass?”
He slips his hand between my legs and curls his fingers into my pussy. I grab his wrist, praying he’ll let me come.
I nod my head vigorously.
“Use your words.”
“Yes, Daddy--Oh God--Please make me come?”
He pinches his fingers together over my clit. I cry out as he pushes in to the brink. His hand covers my mouth to muffle my sobs as he rides me hard, never taking pressure off my clit. Moisture tracks a line down the inside of my thigh to my knee, and my eyes tear up.
I try to hold back. I try not to come. Not until he tells me I can.
He pumps his fingers pinching my clit hard, at the same time pushing into me.
My body detonates. His hand muffles my scream. I shudder. Quake. My orgasm racks my body.
Daddy groans low and fierce as he holds me tight to him. His cock jerks in pulls, hot and deep.
“Someone came without Daddy’s permission,” he growls in my ear. His breathing is as ragged as my own.
“I’m sorry,” I say in a small voice, and this time I really am.
He kisses my temple and pulls out, grabbing some wet wipes from the drawer to clean up with.
“You’re lucky we have so much to get done before we go out of town next week,” he says.
My brother will be getting out of basic training, and we’re going to go see him before he goes to more training.
“Otherwise,” he continues, “you’d be getting plugged and sitting in the corner for the next hour, thinking about why you shouldn’t try to play your daddy.”
I hang my head. “Yes, sir.” I peek up at him. “I love you, Daddy. Thank you for my spanking.” The smirk that curves my lips is completely involuntary.
Hank groans as he pulls me up for a kiss that steals my breath and makes me melt. “I love you, princess. You’re a pain in my ass, and you deserve way more than a spanking, but I love you.”
“I think you gave it to me, sir. You gave it to me real good.”
Hank laughs, the kind of laugh that’s rare for him, and I smile in satisfaction. This man has slayed my dragons, and loves me like no one else can. The least I can do is make him happy. He looks down at me, and his grin turns into a questioning frown as he wipes a tear off my cheek.
“Why are you crying?”
I shake my head, embarrassed. “You just make me really happy. That’s all.”
“You’re crying because you’re happy?”
I nod, “Yeah, I am.” All my life I longed for something to go right. Hank is my something right.
I’m in school, John signed half the bar to me—which Hank is still disgruntled about—and I have Hank. I still have bad days. Sometimes my nightmares kick my ass, but he’s always there. Through all my ups and downs, all my highs and lows, he’s there.
I’m not sure what the future will bring, but I can hope whatever may come we’ll be together. And for once I’m not scared to hope for something good.
He’s given me that.
He’s given me days I hope will never end.
He’s given me love I hope never dies.
He’s given me hope.
THE END
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All I’ve done since I was seventeen is try to prove my father wrong.
Try to prove I am better than him and his perfect lineage. His perfect name.
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