Her Father, My Master: Mentor
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Indeed, he was on me in a matter of minutes, and I could feel his naked body against my own, his coarse, time-worn skin brushing against my own youthful form. He pressed downwards, his body overwhelming me and forcing me into stillness as he kissed my neck, my collar bone, then moving downwards and sucking on my erect nipple. I gasped, a tiny whimper escaping my lips, and he slapped my unattended breast.
“Remember, no noise.”
I silently nodded.
He was quickly thickening – I could feel his erection against my thigh as he sucked on my aching nipple, his hand now fondling my other breast with more care. I wanted to moan, buck up against him, beg for him to take me. I wanted to feel that cock of his spread me wide again. It had been so long since I felt that.
But he commanded silence from me, and I obeyed. I wanted to please him.
My eyes still closed, I could only focus on my other senses. I could hear his heavy breathing, the wet sound of his lips against my skin as he moved lower and lower on my body. His fingers trailed down my flesh, sliding under my and cupping handfuls of my ass. His touch was like fire on my skin, leaving sparking trails of desire. My body continued to pulse with need for him, even as he teased me.
I knew he was teasing himself, too. He couldn’t last much longer.
I was right. Abruptly, he stopped, groaning slightly as he moved, maneuvering himself into a position to take me, now. I gave out a silent juddering breath, and it took all my strength to not move, to be patient, to wait for him. I was his, and he would do with me as he wished. I had to wait.
Finally, finally, I felt the tip of his rock hard cock move up and around my slick folds. But still he wouldn't penetrate me, he only teased me with that glorious sensation of his hard dick against my labia. I wanted to scream.
Patience, I needed patience. I heard a low chuckle, and I knew he was laughing at my twitching, shuddering body. He knew how much I wanted him. How much I needed him.
Still, I obeyed. It took every drop of resolve in my young, teenaged brain, but I obeyed him.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and then he thrust.
My entire body tensed up like a bowstring when he entered me. God, he was so big, he entered me nearly too fast, but I took him, and I took him in silence, just as he commanded me to. “Very good girl,” he groaned as he sunk the length of that thick cock inside my dripping wet entrance. “That’s a good pet.”
I nodded, my eyes screwed shut, my teeth gritted against the huge amounts of pleasure he was giving me. “Remember what I said,” he grunted, and withdrew. He felt so wonderful.
He dug in again, and my hands crabbed, gripping the sheets tightly in an effort to not moan, or scream, or even utter a whisper. I wished I could see him. I loved seeing the pleasure on his face as he fucked me, but he didn’t say I could open my eyes, so I kept them tightly shut. He was thrusting now, slowly but roughly, pushing my body against the bed. I gripped the sheets tighter, trying to keep myself in place for him.
I very nearly screamed when I felt his rough finger, pressing against my engorged clit. He was trying to make me moan and whimper, but I wouldn’t do him. I would obey him.
It was so difficult, though. I had always had a hard time keeping quiet during an orgasm, and my master was bound and determined to make me climax. As he thrust in and out, faster and faster, his finger, or possibly his thumb, pressed against my aching, pulsing clit. My body was jerking now underneath him, and I was quickly approaching that edge. My breath came in ragged gasps, and a whimper escaped me. I couldn’t help it.
Mr. Hendricks pressed down even harder on my clit, almost unbearably roughly, and commanded me. “No noise.” I nodded. My eyes were tearing up, not from sadness or anger or pain, but shear effort, and a couple of tears escape my tightly shut eyelids, trailing down my face.
He was so good. He felt so good inside me, his finger felt exquisite once again against my clit, and I couldn’t bear it any longer.
My gasping ceased as I clamped my mouth shut in an effort to keep from vocalizing the pleasure I felt, as an intense orgasm washed over my body, centered around my throbbing clit. My cunt convulsed tightly around my master’s cock as he pumped, and he kept the pressure on my sensitive clit, riding my climax out with me.
I didn’t make a sound. That surprised me.
“Good girl,” Mr. Hendricks said, his breath now coming in ragged gasps. His finger lifted from my clit, and he grabbed my hips, now focused solely on his own pleasure. He pounded against even as my pussy tightened around him, as I rode the rest of my orgasm out. His thrusts were becoming erratic, spastic. He was going to coming soon, I could feel his.
“Yes!” he bellowed, and unloaded inside me, his come hotly spurting against my tight wet walls. He pounded against me powerfully, and each time he bore down, I knew more of his semen was erupting out from his cock, filling me up. I loved making my master come.
Spent, he collapsed on top of me, his sweaty body, pressing me down on the bed. Still, I didn’t move. I could scarcely breathe because of his weight, but my master was more important that breathing.
“Good girl,” he rasped, and roughly kissed me. I returned that kiss. “Open your eyes.” I obeyed him, and his rugged, mature face came into view once more. “That’s a good pet,” he said solemnly, brushing some stray curls from my face. I nodded.
I was a good pet, and I was his. All his.
Mr. Hendricks pulled out of me, and stood. He stretched, and I could hear bones and joints crack from his effort. I didn’t make a move, though. He hadn’t release me yet.
He then went to the shower wordlessly, and I watched him. I couldn’t move, and I wouldn’t. Even though my sweat-slickened body was beginning to grow cold. My nipples hardened and ached. I shivered. But still I didn’t move.
A few minutes later, he emerged from the shower, wrapped in a towel. “Go take a shower, pet,” he commanded, and finally I was able to move. I got up from the bed, and did as he commanded.
We went through the other post-coital motions with me in silence, and him giving single worded orders again. He commanded me to go downstairs, and retrieve my clothing. A slight misting rain had begun during our session, and my clothes were a little damp. I savored the feeling of the cool, light rain on my naked skin though, as I retrieved my belongings.
“Dress,” he said once I was back in the living room, and I obeyed wordlessly, as I always did. I pulled my underwear back on, then my skirt and shirt. Finally, I stepped back into my shoes. Strange. The feeling of fabric against my skin actually felt weirder than being naked. At least, it did while I was in my master’s presence.
“Good girl.” He stepped forward and embraced my damp form slightly, the rain seeping into his clothing too now. “Remember what I said.”
I nodded, my chin bumping against his chest. “Now go.”
I left, feeling exhilarated. The metal collar had grown warm against my skin, but I could still sense it. My master had captured me, and I was his.
But I still had to wait through the summer. The long, tortuous summer.
I would do it though. For him.
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Table of Contents
Copyright
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
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