Too Big Taboo Bundle: Naughty Brats, Forbidden First Time, Man of the House

by Veronica Vaughn

Eli squeezed my round ass in two strong handfuls, and my body flushed with desire. He sucked my earlobe and nibbled my neck and my back arched as I moaned at the ceiling. I couldn’t keep my eyes open, and I couldn’t stop moaning to the rhythmic kisses of his mouth at my throat and his hands groping my backside.

  Then I felt the hard bulge of Eli’s cock pushing against my tummy. My mound was dripping wet. I wanted him so badly.

  Then I thought of something that made my body tense. Eli instantly knew something was wrong and pulled back, though I could still feel his fingers gripping my body.

  “What about Henry?” I asked.

  “What about him?”

  “He won’t … disturb us, will he?”

  Eli chuckled. “Don’t worry about him. He knows to give us our privacy. I instructed him to stay out of our way until I told him otherwise.”

  I felt my face redden. “So he knows what we’re doing back here?”

  “Sure,” Eli said. He was being awfully nonchalant about my reputation.

  “I don’t know how I feel about that,” I said. “It makes me feel so … so …”

  “Naughty?”

  I grinned. I guess it was kind of hot when he put it that way. Like always, I couldn’t keep my saucy side in check.

  “Naughty, huh?” I said, playfully pushing Eli while privately admiring the firmness of his chest at my fingertips. “You keep telling me how naughty I am. Your bad little girl. Your naughty little brat. But let’s think about this for a second. Who’s really the naughty one here? I’m not the big bad wolf taking advantage of a sweet and naive, not to mention trusting, young and innocent maiden. I’m not some hot daddy getting ready to stick his prick in his own daughter …”

  “Watch yourself, little girl,” Eli said, cutting me off.

  But I was just getting started.

  “… His own daughter who is barely legal, I might add. A mere eighteen years old. I mean, look at you. You’re practically salivating like some wild beast. You can’t wait to get your cock inside this tight little untouched dripping-wet pussy of mine. Can you?”

  Eli scrunched his mouth into a scowl even as his eyes danced with laughter. He was enjoying this.

  “You brat!” he growled. “That’s it. I’ll teach you to sass me like some back-alley wench.”

  Eli stripped off his leather belt. I took a step back, cowering slightly. This was all just fun and games, right? A little banter to loosen us up for my deflowering?

  I thought Eli was going to bend me over and spank me with the belt. Instead, he grabbed my hands and yanked them forward, and he tied the belt in a tight knot around my wrists. I struggled to loosen the knot and wiggle free, but it was useless. It was too tight.

  Eli towered over me. His beard and tattooed arms gave him a menacing appearance, but I liked the way his broad shoulders and chest tapered down to that narrow waist and those muscular thighs. Fear and excitement mingled to heighten my arousal. My panties were drenched.

  “When you talk back to me, you must be disciplined,” he said.

  “Yes, sir.”

  He hooked the belt to a rack on the wall. My arms were stretched nearly to their limits. I was forced to stand on the tips of my toes. Eli reached as if to touch my face, but before I knew what was happening he had taken hold of the tear in my shirt collar, and he ripped off the fabric.

  “Hey!” I said. “That was my only shirt!”

  “You never learn, do you?” he said.

  I had talked back.

  Eli reached beyond my head and tightened the belt even more. My body was pulled taut, the tips of my toes barely grazing the cabin floor. Eli opened a drawer of the wet bar and removed a small paring knife. The blade glimmered in the sunlight shining through an open window. He ran his hand up my thigh and hip, and then I felt one fingertip trailing up my waist, gently circling my belly button, his touch so soft it tingled like tiny sparks of electricity.

  I breathed in, savoring the smell of Eli’s musk. He was unwashed and dirty, but I loved it.

  His fingertip wandered toward my ribs, then up to my breasts. My nipples were so tight they nearly hurt. Eli touched one of my hard little buds with his finger. It was so incredibly sensitive. My voice trembled as I moaned.

  Eli ran his finger under the front strap of my bra and pulled it toward him, and he snipped the bra loose with the paring knife. I gasped with surprise. My breasts spilled out of the bra, and my chest heaved with excitement. Eli put the knife away, then calmly folded back the two folds of fabric, revealing my breasts in their entirety. He stared at them and licked his lips as he took them both in his rough hands, as though testing their weight and shape, getting a feel for them. Eli kissed one and then the other, going back and forth, licking and teasing my nipples, sucking them and rolling them in his tongue. I cried out in agony and ecstasy, barely holding up the weight of my body on the tips of my toes.

  “Oh, Daddy,” I moaned. “Oh, it feels so good.”

  “I didn’t tell you to talk,” he growled.

  I knew I had made another mistake. He tied the belt even tighter, until my toes were off the floor, my legs swinging uselessly. My body was so stretched, my wrists and arms were growing sore, but I didn’t care. I wanted more of Daddy’s punishment.

  Eli stared into my eyes and I felt his hands aggressively undoing my blue jeans.

  “You belong to me,” he said. “You are mine to do with as I please. Do you understand that?”

  “Yes!” I cried. “Yes!” I had submitted to Eli wholly and completely. He could have me however he wanted, and I would beg him for more.

  Without taking his eyes off me, Eli grabbed hold of my jeans and panties and pulled them down below my ass.

  Eli yanked outward and upward. The sudden movement raised my legs and bent me in half, my toes at my eyeballs, as Eli stripped off my jeans and let them fall to the floor. My ankles fell down and landed on his shoulders, pinning me in place.

  I yelped with surprise, but Eli only grinned.

  “That’s better,” he said. “Let’s have a look, why don’t we, at that tight little cunt you’ve been so eager to give me.”

  11.

  Eli peeled off his shirt, revealing his delicious chest and abs. He was still wearing his jeans and nothing else. He kissed my breasts, then kissed my tummy. His head moved down, down, to the place I wanted him the most. It was finally happening. I was so overwhelmed by Eli’s touch, but I became self-conscious, too. I hadn’t showered or trimmed in several days. What if I was a ripe mess down there?

  Eli spread my legs wide open, and I was on full display for him. I waited anxiously for him to make his move. The suspense was killing me. I wanted him to do something, anything.

  “God, Avery,” he said. “You are more perfect than I imagined. I’ve never seen a cunt I wanted more than this one.”

  Eli pushed my legs higher and wider. The motion swung me backward until my butt was jammed against the wall of the cabin. My ass hit the wall with a smack that echoed through the plane. Suddenly Eli stood up, glanced around the cabin, then took my left ankle, raised it high, and looped a seat belt around it, fastening a crude stirrup that stretched me even wider.

  Now I was tied by my wrists and one ankle. Eli held my other leg in his firm grasp. No part of my body was free.

  He lowered his head again, and I felt Eli’s nose moving up and down, grazing the delicate lips of my mound as he breathed me in. The lightness of his touch sent shivers down my spine. I was desperate for more pressure. His tongue parted my folds, probing inside me, somehow smooth and rough at the same time, like fine sandpaper. When the tip of his tongue found my clit a long, low moan escaped my lips.

  My clit was pulsating, and my body was undulating as I arched my hips, trying to push myself harder against Eli’s tongue, increasing the pressure. His tongue lapped the sensitive areas all around my hard little nub, then teased and nibbled it, licking circles around it. He was slow at first, but gaining speed, pressing harder. It drove me
wild. My body was trembling and I couldn’t stop moaning.

  As he lapped at my clit, I felt Eli’s finger probing inside. Then another. He pushed deep into me, then curled his fingers, stroking the walls of my pussy. I gasped when he found my most sensitive spot, and I felt the orgasm building. It seemed like every nerve in my body, from my head to my toes, was flowing to my pussy. My clit twitched and pulsed and my body tightened, awaiting the explosion.

  “Oh god, Eli! Oh my god!”

  I wailed like a banshee. I didn’t even try not to. I couldn’t help myself.

  Suddenly Eli stopped.

  “I didn’t tell you to come yet,” he growled.

  Eli kicked out of his blue jeans. That exquisite, semi-hard dick of his swung to and fro from the sudden movement. He unfastened my ankle from the stirrup and spun me around, the belt pinching my wrists. I was completely at his mercy. I felt his rough hand fondling the roundness of my ass, groping, squeezing. I bit my lip to keep from sighing. Then, where his hand had been, there was nothing but air.

  Then it came down hard on my backside.

  His palm stung my skin. The pain was delicious. My breath was ragged but I couldn’t help but smile. I liked being spanked by Eli.

  Eli smacked me again, then lifted the belt from the hook on the wall. Holding me up by the belt, he slung my trembling naked body over his shoulder as casually as he might carry a backpack to school. Eli strode across the cabin, then swung me off his shoulder and pushed me against the opposite wall. Round rays of sunlight shone through the circular cabin windows. He had pushed me against one of the windows, and the light shone from behind me, changing patterns every time my body moved. Through the window, down below, a cottony sheet of silver-white clouds stretched as far as I could see.

  Eli’s body crushed into mine, pinning me against the wall. He took my thighs in his hands and spread me into the position he wanted. Despite my bound wrists I was able to lower my arms onto Eli’s broad shoulders. He kissed me, and I could taste my own juices on his tongue. He was stroking himself to hardness and rubbing the bulbous head of his cock against my slit, coating himself with my wetness until his shaft was good and slick.

  Eli was ready to fuck me now. He ran the tip of his dick up and down my cleft, parting my outer lips and pushing against my inner ones. My entrance was too small for his magnificent prick. He kept pushing, but he was too big. It was never going to fit.

  Eli saw the uncertainty in my eyes.

  “Fuck this,” he said. “I’ll make it fit.”

  Eli thrust viciously, and it felt like my bones were shifting, like he was breaking me in two. The pain was delirious.

  “God, it turns me on when you scream like that,” Eli said.

  “It hurts, Daddy,” I cried.

  “Good,” he said. “I want it to hurt.”

  I thought I was going to burst into tears. I had wanted Eli for so long, but I never thought sex with him would feel this way. Eli eased himself out and then pushed in again, slower this time. Competing with the terrible pain was a strange feeling of fullness that I had never experienced before. I could feel the walls of my pussy stretching around his girth as his cock slid in and out, in and out, penetrating deeper and deeper. The pain slowly melted away and was replaced by another sensation that I enjoyed far more.

  “Fuck, you’re tight,” Eli growled.

  The light was shining through the window past my shoulder and sparking in Eli’s dark eyes. I sighed and moaned, my helpless body moving to his rhythm. I could do this forever. I never realized how incomplete my body had been without Eli’s cock filling me up.

  Eli took my ankles in his hands and lifted them wide above my head, and I gasped when his steel plunged even deeper than before. His pace quickened and he was hammering into me, stretching my tightness with his rock-hard cock.

  Eli put his hands under my ass, supporting my weight, and I wrapped my legs around his narrow hips. He lifted me off the wall and bounced me on his cock, thrusting with such force my body jolted into the air, only to land hard and fast on his dick, over and over, feeling him each time more deeply than before.

  The delicious rhythm of our love never slowed, even when Eli spun me around and let me fall on my knees to the floor. I landed on a soft and fluffy animal-skin rug.

  Eli pushed my face into the fluff, forcing me to arch my back to get my ass in the position he wanted as he fucked me from behind. He was burying every inch of his cock into my pussy and I was begging for more. I groaned and let my ass grind into his crotch. To my amazement, he was fucking me even deeper than before. I could feel his cock swelling inside me, the fiction more than I could handle.

  Eli spit on my asshole, a vile gesture, but I loved it. His fingers caressed my sphincter, unclenching it. No one had ever touched me there, and I had no idea it would be so sensitive. He spit again and pushed his finger inside me, then another, spreading me, forcing me to submit every last part of my body to the man I loved. My body was shaking and I felt light-headed, the sensation so intense it was almost unbearable. I moaned over and over. The way my body was quivering, I could tell I was building toward climax.

  “Not yet,” Eli said. “Wait until I tell you.”

  I didn’t think I could wait. It was building and building. I desperately needed release. Oh, please, Eli! Without his permission I was going to explode.

  “Now,” he said.

  He smacked my ass with his open palm, and the orgasm washed over me in waves of pleasure. I buried my face in the rug and screamed again, my voice echoing through the cabin. The walls of my pussy were constricting and pulsating on Eli’s cock as he thrust savagely inside of me, pounding my ass.

  And then I heard a ragged groan as Eli shot me full of his seed.

  Unexpectedly, I felt a second orgasm coming on faster than the first. It rocked my body as Eli painted my pussy with his cum. He shot load upon load, emptying himself in me. When Eli was done, he let his cock linger for a moment before he collapsed on the rug beside me, a fulfilled sigh escaping his lips.

  I was sweaty and tired and my pussy was delightfully sore. I smiled as I felt Eli’s cum trickling down my pussy, spilling onto my thigh. I wondered if some of Eli’s seed had found its purchase deep inside me. I hoped so. I would be happy to give Eli as many children as he wanted.

  Eli gently rolled me onto my side and spooned me, his arm thrown over my shoulder and cozily weighing me down. My body fit perfectly in his much larger one. Eli was propped on one elbow, and he ran his fingers through my hair. I murmured contentedly.

  “So,” Eli said. “About those secrets.”

  “Hmm?” I said, barely listening.

  “You owe me an explanation,” he said. “You did kill my wife, after all.”

  “Oh, that,” I said, feeling less contented by the second. “Can’t we savor the moment for a while longer? This was my first time, after all. It’s a lot to process.”

  “No, Avery,” he said. “We can’t wait. Now spill it.”

  12.

  I rolled over so I was facing Eli.

  “I’ll tell you everything you want to know,” I said, “but you have to promise to fuck me again when I’m done. And then you’re going to tell me your secret. And then you’re going to find some clothes for me to wear. These curves are for your eyes only. Not that Henry wouldn’t mind a peak.”

  Eli grinned.

  “I’m sure Henry would enjoy the view very much,” Eli said. “You’ve got a deal.”

  Eli grabbed a small blanket from the couch and threw it over my naked body, then lay back and waited for my story. I took a deep breath, not sure where to begin, not sure how Eli would react when he knew the truth about the horrible thing I had done.

  I remembered the first time I had tried to confess to Eli, that evening at the Rutherford chateau. He was so angry he tried to choke me on his dong.

  I thrilled at the memory of his stiff cock sliding down my throat, but he had already pushed me to my body’s limits. I wasn’t s
ure I could handle more severe punishment.

  “I killed her three weeks before her house burned down,” I said.

  “Jesus,” Eli muttered.

  “Just listen,” I said. “There’s more to it than that. You need to hear the whole story.”

  I began to speak as if in a trance. The words had been pent up inside of me for so long, weighing me down, and now they spilled forth. It was a relief to get everything off my chest for the first time.

  It had started with a barrage of odd text messages from my mother. I was at school. The texts were an unwelcome surprise, because Mama and I had not been in communication for months, ever since she left our mansion for the guest cottage on the edge of the Rutherford estate.