Breaking Little Emily (Dark Age Play Romance) (My Little World Book 4)

by Becca Little

  “Crawl to me.” He said suddenly, breaking my trance of emotions.

  I nodded and moved towards him, keeping the pacifier in my mouth. When I got to him, he blew smoke in my face and grabbed one of my pigtails. I coughed slightly behind the pacifier and he reached for it, tugging it from between my teeth. He threw it behind me on the floor and placed his cigar between his teeth. I thought I was going to get a chance to speak, but instead he pulled me towards his crotch by my pigtail, unbuttoning his pants with the other hand. I barely had a chance to react before his hardening cock was shoved between my teeth. I opened as wide as I could go as fast as possible. Two seconds later he had buried his enormous dick in my throat. Talking was definitely not an option. My mouth was wet and coated with saliva from sucking on the pacifier so it made a nice smooth path for his cock. Normally I would get an opportunity to please him and go at my own pace, but he was completely in control. He used the pigtail in his grasp to yank my head up and down, using me like a piece of meat for his pleasure. I had never been taking so forcibly by him. Deep down, I actually started to like it. There was something satisfying about being conquered and forced to serve his needs without any care for my own. I wondered if that was what he meant by getting more of his cock than I could handle. Would I be deprived as he used me for pleasure on a daily basis? I certainly hoped there would be a reward for me when he finished with my mouth!

  “Getting a taste of your Daddy’s hard pacifier is going to be your daily reward for good behavior.” He said as if he was reading my mind. “If you do a good job, I might let you ride it for a little bit after you’re done.”

  My lips tilted into a grin, even though they were mostly stretched to the limit by his girth. The realization that good behavior meant the ultimate reward caused me to try and extend my tongue, pleasuring him even more. His head tilted back and he released his grip on my pigtail, just puffing away on his cigar with his hands lightly resting on my head. I quickly turned up the intensity, swirling his cock in my mouth and twisting my head from side to side in order to increase the pleasure he was experiencing. His ultimate pleasure was my only focus, because it meant I would get what I craved so bad. My pussy was already starting to make the diaper wet between my legs in anticipation of what a good blowjob meant for it. I reached my hands into the waistband of his pants and tugged them down a little more so that his balls were hanging free. My fingers massaged them as my mouth continued to go up and down on his cock. The way his cock pulsated against the back of my throat when it hit confirmed that he was in absolute ecstasy. I cupped his balls, rubbing them with my thumb, lightly caressing them until his cock was as hard as it usually was when it was at the peak of a huge explosion. Pre-cum trickled from the tip as I drew it to my lips and I felt a salty taste on my tongue. I started to swallow it with more vigor, determined to make him cum and swallow every drop.

  “You’re being a very good girl…” He whispered as he removed the cigar and tapped ashes off of the tip. “You’re going to be riding my cock in no time.”

  There wasn’t much I could to make it go faster, so I settled into the speed and just methodically drew him from the edge of my lips to the back of my throat, using my tongue to swirl the underside each time. He placed his cigar back between his teeth and both hands clenched my pigtails so tight he was practically spasming. His hips rose and lowered each time I swallowed his cock. I could tell he was trapped in the moment and ready to explode. I continued to push him so deep I almost choked. My lips pressed into his muscular pelvis each time I swallowed, and I tried to push it even further. It had taken a lot of practice to get him that deep, and a lot of self-control to control my gag reflexes. I was happy to feel the practice paying off as his balls practically surged with cum. I knew he was going to dump a monstrous load into my throat, and I knew it was going to be difficult to swallow. Turning me into his submissive little girl and taking what he wanted without asking or begging for it had definitely turned him on. It wasn’t long until I felt him grip the back of my head, drive his cock deep, and start to unleash his manhood into my throat. I sucked air through my nose the second it happened and then started to swallow his cum. The load was even larger than I anticipate and swallowing it down took a lot of effort, but I finally got my rhythm going as each gushing wave of cum flooded my throat. After multiple convulsions, he finally relaxed and stubbed out his cigar. His eyes closed slightly and he let out a long sigh of relief. I slipped his cock from my mouth and looked up at him.

  “That was fucking incredible.” He said as he drew another large breath and slowly exhaled.

  “Thank you, Daddy.” I remained poised on his knees until he slipped his cock into his pants and started to stand.

  “Stay here. I’ll be right back.” He patted my head a couple of times as he stood up and walked into the kitchen.

  I had really hoped he would let me ride his cock like he promised, but I knew there was plenty of time left in the day. I wasn’t able to move a whole lot from the position I was in, so I crawled over to the sofa and fell back onto my diaper. Sitting on it was a lot more comfortable than remaining on my knees. I wasn’t able to flex or extend them because of the bent leather cuffs around my knees, but I was at least able to rest them using the sofa for support. I could hear him in the kitchen and I wasn’t sure what he was doing. I heard the fridge open and close, and I heard a pan being placed on the stove. If I wasn’t bound by my restraints, I would have at least walked into the kitchen to see what he was up to, but all I could really do was lean against the sofa and wait. I was still on fire with my burning desire for his cock, and not having it after I pleasured him was putting me on edge. I clasped my legs tight and rocked a little bit, using the edge of the diaper to rub my clitoris a little bit. It would never be enough to get me off, especially since I really wasn’t one for simply getting off from self-pleasure, but it felt good with the thoughts of our encounter running through my mind. I bit my lip and felt my breathing pick up. I stopped as soon as the noises in the kitchen did, remaining in position as his footsteps started towards the living room again. He finally appeared at the doorway with a bottle in his hand. My eyes got wide as I looked at it. It was a baby bottle, but a little larger than the typical one. He walked to me with a smile on his face and handed it to me.

  “Here is your treat, my love.” He patted my head again as I took it.

  “A bottle? I wanted something else…” I gave him a hungry look with my eyes on his crotch.

  “You did a good job, and you’ll get to ride it soon. Right now, I’m just going to relax and think about it.” He winked at me and sat down in the recliner, lifting the footrest.

  The bottle was warm to the touch and I was annoyed at the sight of it. Did he really expect me to drink from a bottle for a year? I sat down and pouted for several minutes, but he completely ignored me, so I lifted the bottle and started to sip it. From the look of it, I assumed it was milk, but it was actually a White Russian. After a few sips, I could smell the alcohol, and I no longer cared that it was coming from a bottle. It was really strong and made my head spin, to the point that I had to lay on my back and drink it, just like a child. I judged the larger than average bottle to have at least twelve ounces of liquid, a lot of which was pure alcohol. By the time I got to the end, I was buzzed. My lips were numb and my tongue was too thick for my mouth. I dropped the bottle beside me and tried to sit up, only to find that I was woozy. The alcohol had driven my need for his cock into the stratosphere and all I could focus on was having him inside of me. The buzz settled down after a few minutes and I made my way towards his chair, still bound to my knees because of the leather cuffs. I tugged on the edge of his pants like a little girl trying to get her father’s attention, but he mostly ignored me until I really got fierce and aggressive with my attempts. Finally, he looked over at me.

  “Yes, darling?” He raised his eyebrows.

  “You promised me…” I whined.

  He reached down and lifted me by my arms, pu
lling me up into the chair. He sat me down across his lap and I straddled him. I smiled when I felt his cock hard in his pants. He was teasing me and he wanted it just as bad as I did. I rubbed myself back and forth across it, grinding my hips, but I couldn’t feel much of anything through the diaper. After a few gyrations, he slipped his fingers into waistband of the diaper and began to unfasten it. His middle finger slid down and rubbed my clitoris as I moaned. I couldn’t move up and down with the leather cuffs restricting the bounce in my knees, but I was able to grind myself into his finger by moving forwards and backwards in a slow methodical motion. After a couple of minutes, he removed the diaper completely, tossing it to the side of the chair. He unfastened his pants again and pushed them down, allowing his cock to quickly get hard once more. I wasn’t able to lift myself up onto it, but he helped me, lifting me until I was directly over it. He released me slowly and I slid down onto it like I was being impaled by his monstrous, swollen dick. Normally, he would have driven it in, or I would have bounced until it was buried in my mound, but the restraints forced me to just endure the slow torture. I slid down until I could feel his tight against my g-spot, and then I was resting with the lips of my labia pressed against his pelvis. Even though I was on top, I had little control because of the restraints.

  “Are you going to ride it?” He asked as his fingers rubbed up and down my body, caressing my breasts and squeezing my nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

  “I… I can barely move.” I said as I rested my hands on his stomach and tried to move back and forth.

  It wasn’t the easiest endeavor, but I finally got the motion going that I needed to feel his cock pulsating inside of me and pressing against my g-spot with every movement. Even though I had recently drained every drop I could suck out of his cock, he was still rock hard and ready to go. My pussy was practically swollen with lust and my clitoris was tight against his pelvis when I moved. Because of the angle and the restraints, each time I moved back and forth to grind him inside me, my clitoris was scraped across him, creating a quick wave of pleasure. I loved every second of it and each time I bobbed on his cock, I wanted more. I was so turned on that it wasn’t long before I felt the walls of my vaginal cavity tightening and I shuddered with excitement. I pressed my fingers in hard and started to go faster against him. He closed his eyes and slightly sighed as I moaned. I knew I was going to orgasm, and he could feel it too. He didn’t seem to be close, but I couldn’t hold on. I rolled forward and backwards, practically falling against his legs when I did, sliding his cock in and out of my pussy until my whole body lost control. I clenched up as the emotions roared out of me and an orgasm followed. My mouth opened and I panted from the pleasure it produced. After I was spent, I slumped forward, sliding his cock all the way inside of me again. He tilted his head and shook it, narrowing his eyes at me.

  “Oh no, you’re not done.” He locked both hands under the leather restraints.

  “I know…” I whispered as he lifted me up.

  There was little I could do but let him lift and lower me on his cock. His appetite was not fulfilled and after he drove me down onto his cock a few times, I could feel my own body reacting as well. He sat up in the chair, closing the footrest and leaving me suspended backwards in the air, my knees folded against his ribs. He lifted me like I was nothing and spun around, dropping me in the chair. He spread his legs and sank between my thighs, pressing me against the chair with his weight. The restraints on my knees left them permanently bent, which made it easy for him to push them back until they were touching the chair beside my ears. He held them there as he fucked me, slamming into my pussy so hard the chair rocked back and forth. It didn’t take much effort to create a constant rhythm where the chair rolled forwards and backwards, sliding my body up and down his cock. I reached back and squeezed the chair with both hands, just trying to hold on for dear life as I felt another orgasm coming. My pussy clenched his cock again, but the motion of the chair made it easy for him to keep pounding away like I was offering very little resistance. I felt my body capsizing into an orgasm and I tried to control my breathing so I didn’t choke on it. The second one rushed from my body as he slammed into me, and then I felt him tensing up as well. He started to shake and then I felt his cum rushing into my pussy, which caused me to orgasm a third time along with him. He drove his cock deep and held me there, with the chair pushed all the way back as he deposited his manhood inside. After a few more moments of heavy breathing, he released his grip and the chair returned to normal position.

  “Dear god…” I said as a smile crossed my face. “I think I’m going to like being your little girl.”

  “We’ll see if you’re still singing that tune in a week.” He pulled me close and sank beside me in the chair. “I love you.”

  “I love you too…” I nestled against his chest. “I love you with all of my heart.”

  The last sound I heard was his heart beating against my cheek. My life as his little girl had officially begun. Every morning I woke up in my crib and had my morning bath, along with an enema. Sometimes I only got a diaper to wear, and sometimes he put a pair of pajamas or a dress over it. My daily meals consisted of his cock and the bottle, sometimes in that order, sometimes not. I did everything I could to be a good little girl while he was there, but I often cheated when he was away. His job kept him out of the house a lot during the week, and I found out how to pick the locks on my knee restraints with a hairpin. I made sure to put everything back on before he got home in the evenings. Several months went by, and I continued to live my life in that role. I hated sleeping alone, but after a couple of weeks, I started to sneak into his room at night and crawl into bed. I expected to get in trouble for it, but he didn’t seem to mind, so I continued to do it night after night. There was no greater feeling than to be embedded in his arms, knowing I was safe for another night. We normally had sex at least once during the course of the day, whether it was before my diaper was put on, or after he got off work. On the good days, we managed to get it before work, after work, and when I crawled into bed beside him. One day, he came home unexpectedly during the middle of the day to find me without my diaper or knee restraints, and casually sitting on the couch watching television. I could tell by the look on his face that he was not happy.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He towered over me. There was no denying my crime. The diaper and restraints were on the table next to me.

  “I’m sorry… I was going to put them back on before you got home, I swear!” I tensed my face up in a sorrowful expression.

  “I expect you to live as my little girl, not dress up like my little girl when I’m home!” He shook his head.

  “I know, I just didn’t see the harm in taking it off while you were gone.” I admitted with a bit of shame in my voice.

  “How did you get the restraints off anyway?” He lifted them off of the table and inspected the lock.

  “I picked it…with a hairpin.” I didn’t see much point in lying, regardless of what it meant for me.

  “Well now you’re going to pick something else.” He said as he clenched them in his hand. “Remove your robe.”

  “Yes sir.” I removed it he snapped them back on my knees, bending them even further than they were before. Once they were locked around me, he slide the diaper back on again.

  “I’m really sorry…” I didn’t like how rough he was being with me, but I knew I deserved it.

  “I want you to crawl to the woods at the edge of the backyard and pick a hickory switch for me to punish you with. Make sure it is thick enough and long enough to deliver the punishment you deserve. If you don’t pick a good one, I’ll whip you with the one you chose until it breaks, and then go pick one to deliver your real punishment. Choose wisely.” He walked to the door and opened it.

  “Are you serious? The neighbors might see…” I peered out the door with concern.

  “They aren’t home. You better hurry though, because they could pull into
the driveway any minute.” He snapped his fingers and pointed towards the woods.

  I felt humiliated as I crawled out the door and across the deck. The stairs proved to be a bit of a challenge, but after a few painful bumps, I made it to the grass and started crawling. Every few feet, I looked over my shoulder to the house next door and then picked up my momentum towards the edge of the woods. Once I got there, I started looking around, unsure what I should get. I wasn’t sure exactly how thick or how long it should be. The fact it was going to be stinging my bottom as soon as I got it back to the house was terrifying, but picking a bad one was equally as terrifying. I finally settled on one that was about four foot long, starting with a base as thick as my thumb, and ending with a springy tip. There was no way it would break if he used it on me unless he really put effort into my punishment, and it would certainly be enough to make me learn my lesson fairly quick. I stripped the branches free and started towards the house, but I quickly realized I could not carry it in my hands because I needed them for balance. I finally settled on placing it between my teeth and crawling. As I got closer, I saw a car on my street and panicked. I practically ran on my hands and knees, scurrying up the deck stairs so fast I sliced my hand on the wood, sending a splinter deep into my palm. I finished my trip, clutching my hand and practically crying. By the time I got inside, there was blood forming on it.