Dangerous Daddy Box Set

by Blake, Zoe

  Chloe gave out a startled gasp when the cool, silky feel of liquid hit her stomach. “Oh! What?”

  “Shhh…” he admonished as the liquid continued to pour over her stomach, the top of her thighs, her breasts and over her pussy.

  The sweet smell of baby powder made her realize he was pouring baby oil on her body.

  “Now touch yourself,” he commanded.

  “Where, Daddy?” she obediently responded. Her body already responding to the idea of him watching her touch herself as he poured oil over her skin.

  “Start with your breasts. Rub the oil in. Test their weight. Pinch your own nipples.”

  Chloe did as he charged, dipping the edge of her fingertips in the skin warmed oil. Sliding her fingers through it, she moved her hand in sweeping circles over her flat stomach edging toward her breasts. Cupping them from the underside, she ran a hand over each breast, coating them in the baby oil, spurred on by the subtle increase in his breathing, a harsh masculine sound in the quiet room. Gently rolling her nipples between her forefinger and thumb, she felt the nubs harden and become even more sensitive with her touch.

  “Move lower. Touch your cunt.” His voice raspy and thick as he uttered the dark command.

  Instinctively raising her knees, her hands glided down her middle to rest between her thighs. As her fingers began to play over the folds, she could feel warm oil drip down on them.

  “That’s it, baby. Tilt your bottom up. Display that cunt for your daddy.”

  Chloe raised her hips, tilting her bottom as she opened her knees wider. Flattening her fingers, she ran her right hand over her pussy, using the top edge of her palm to apply pressure over her clit. She could feel the bed dip. It felt as though he had just knelt between her open legs. Her suspicion was confirmed when she felt his warm hands on her inner thighs. Running them down, one hand rested on her abdomen the other over her pussy.

  “You look so beautiful. Your creamy skin catching the light and sparking from the oil as you wait your daddy’s next command,” he murmured as he pressed the tip of his finger between her folds, circling and teasing her clit.

  “Are you going to cum for your daddy?”

  Chloe nodded her head as she pushed her hips up even higher, grinding against his hand.

  “Say it. Say you’re going to be a good girl and cum for your daddy.”

  Chloe’s voice sounded strained as she panted out. “Please, Daddy. I will be a good girl. Please! Oh god!”

  He pushed two fingers inside her, hooking the tips as he swirled and thrust in a perfect rhythm with the pressure of his thumb against her sensitive nub.

  Chloe felt a tightness in her chest. The emotion of feeling his touch almost overwhelming. She’d gone from thinking she may never hear his voice or see his face again to having him here now. Everything from the scrape of his stubble against her cheek, to the rough feel of his hand, to the sound of his voice whispering dark commands…every sensation, every touch, every smell, every sound…affected her. With a cry, she obeyed her daddy. Squeezing her thighs tight, she captured his arm between her legs as she pumped her hips, gripping the sheets. Holding her breath as wave after pleasurable wave washed over her.

  “Good girl,” he murmured as he caressed her stomach in soothing circles, drawing patterns on her baby oil slick skin. “Now, I need you to flip over onto your knees and put your bottom up high in the air. It’s time for your punishment.”

  Chloe’s eyes sprang open. “What?”

  “You heard me,” he said sternly.

  “But…but I thought,” she stammered.

  “You thought what? That because I let you cum that you weren’t still going to get punished?”

  “Well…”

  “On your knees.”

  Chloe flipped onto her stomach then raised up on her hands and knees.

  “Place your cheek on the mattress.”

  Chloe obeyed. The fragrant scent of baby oil strong as her face brushed the sheets.

  She could hear him pop the top on the baby oil, then there was the now familiar feeling of cool oil dribbling over her skin. It fell over the swell of her bottom and slid down the back of her thighs.

  “Reach back and open your cheeks for me.”

  A sob escaped her lips as she now guessed his intentions. “Please, Daddy. I’m not ready.”

  “You should have thought about that before you didn’t trust me and ran away.”

  With a resigned whimper, she reached back. Placing the tips of her fingers along her curves, she tried to open her bottom cheeks as he instructed, but her skin was too slippery.

  “I can’t. I can’t get a grip.”

  “You are not trying hard enough. Would you like some help from my belt?”

  “No, Daddy.”

  Chloe felt a tightening around her shoulder blades as she stretched her arms further, forcing her fingertips deeper between her cheeks, opening them. The moment she was exposed to his gaze, she felt the oil pour over her puckered, hidden hole. It twitched and fluttered as she instinctively clenched that tight, untried entrance. Oh god, she thought. This was happening. He was going to punish her by punishing her asshole.

  Chloe pressed her forehead into the mattress, as she waited in pained dread. She could hear the rustle of him once again rummaging in his duffel bag.

  The bed dipped.

  She held her breath.

  “Tilt your head to the side and open your eyes.”

  Chloe moved her head. Logan had removed his jeans. His large shaft was jutting forward. Thick and straight.

  “Open your mouth. Nice and wide.”

  Was he going to make her suck his cock before fucking her ass, she wondered. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth but quickly shut it when she saw what was in his hand. It was a strand of large, purple anal beads. Each of the five balls over an inch and a half in diameter.

  Releasing her hold on her buttocks, Chloe used her hands to push herself up. “You can’t, Logan! It will hurt too much!” she exclaimed.

  “What did you just call me?” he growled. His hand fell on her bare bottom with a loud smack.

  She could instantly visualize the red handprint that no doubt bloomed against her ass as the impact of the heated sting spread over her lower back and up her spine.

  “I mean Daddy. Please, Daddy. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you. I’m sorry I ran, but please! Please don’t do this. I just can’t,” she sobbed as her head fell back to the sheets. Her face a mask of despair and fear.

  She peeked up at his stern countenance to see if he was moved by her plea. She was met by a cold, hard stare.

  “I will give you to the count of two to open your mouth,” he cautioned.

  Chloe whimpered. Her jaw clenched. She could feel her teeth scrape against one another as she fought against her own unwillingness to accept the punishment he had planned. This was a turning point. She either gave fully of herself and committed to this part of their relationship, or she walked away for good. There was no halfway with a man like Logan. This may have never been hers or his kink before, but it was something they now shared. A dynamic they naturally gravitated too. This would be their dynamic. A daddy with his little girl. Her daddy dominant.

  And she wanted it. Wanted all of it. His belt. The punishments. His rules. His commands. She wanted it. Wanted him. Wanted to bend to his will. Wanted to feel his cock push into her as he forcefully took what he wanted from her body. It was through him she finally let go of her guilt. It was through him and his dominating influence that she finally moved forward with her life. It all came back to him.

  By representing the very embodiment of her demons, he had become her avenging angel.

  Chloe opened her mouth before he had even said the word “one”.

  Logan smiled. “Good girl. Now show Daddy how you can suck that ball. Get it nice and wet.”

  Chloe cringed at the unappealing plastic taste as she accepted the first anal bead into her mouth. Swirling her tongue over the smooth surface, she g
ot it nice and wet for her daddy.

  “Now let’s see you fit another one in that cute, little mouth of yours.”

  Logan pressed the second purple ball past her lips.

  Chloe struggled to move her tongue around the second ball. Her mouth felt awkwardly full.

  “And now a third.”

  Chloe whimpered and tried to protest, but the two large plastic balls in her mouth prevented anything intelligible. Instead, she tried shaking her head and pleading with her eyes.

  Her daddy ignored her. He rubbed the smooth surface of the ball along her lower lip. “Open up for Daddy.”

  Chloe opened her lips as wide as she could. One of the balls was sitting in the center of her tongue, preventing him from pushing in the third ball. She secretly hoped he saw that and would give up the idea of making her suck three balls. She was wrong.

  She watched in horror as his arm raised high. Her cries were useless. It was too late. As if it were slow-motion, she saw his arm swing in an arch and felt his hand make contact with the vulnerable area above her thigh, but just below the undercurve of her ass. Her sit spot. He didn’t stop at one spank but peppered both thighs with a series of brutal hits. Chloe was sobbing and choking as she tried to scream around the objects in her mouth. Her bottom felt like it was on fire, a thousand hot pin pricks radiated over her skin.

  “Is my baby ready to listen?”

  Shaking her head in an exaggerated motion so he would be left in no doubt of her acquiescence, Chloe nodded an emphatic yes.

  “Good. Now push your tongue between the balls and make room for the third one.”

  She did as she was told, pushing the other two purple balls to the hollow of her cheeks. He placed the third ball in the center of her tongue. Chloe choked but kept the ball tucked in her mouth. It was impossible to move her tongue anymore. She could feel a small dribble of spittle form in the corner of her mouth as she strained to keep the three balls inside. Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment from the image she must present with her cheeks pushed out from the anal beads.

  Logan ran a hand down her back, caressing her between the shoulder blades before gliding his hand over her bottom. While he’d not admonished her for releasing her hold of her buttocks, that didn’t mean he was going to leave them closed. She could feel his fingers press between her cheeks and the tip of his finger circling her puckered hole. He applied subtle force till the oil-slick tip pushed past her feeble resistance and slipped inside. Her body clenched around the intrusive digit.

  “Now, I want you to imagine what it is going to feel like when I push each one of the balls up inside your body.”

  Chloe’s eyes grew wide. She made an awkward sucking sound as she struggled to contain the anal beads in her mouth. The image of these large balls inside her tiny bottom made her stomach flip with fear.

  “Each ball one by one till your bottom feels as full as your mouth does now. Would my babygirl like that?”

  Chloe shook her head no.

  “Does my babygirl deserve it?”

  Mournfully, Chloe nodded her head yes. Yes, she did deserve this punishment and probably more. As much as she feared it, she craved the release only the pain of his punishments could give.

  Logan gently pulled on the string, one bead popped free. The second two easily slipping from between her lips.

  Chloe buried her face in the sheets as he moved to stand behind her bent form.

  She could feel him run the first bead over her lower back. Swirling it in circles over her skin. Coating it with the baby oil already warmed by her own body. With each pass of the bead, the dreadful anticipation increased. Her breath came out in harsh gasps as she waited…waited for her real punishment to begin.

  He moved the bead to rest at the top of her ass, after pausing for just a moment, he slid the bead down the crease. Again, he paused at her pussy entrance. Still sensitive from her recent orgasm, the slight pressure sent a jolt of sensation between her thighs. She could then feel him move the bead back up the crease. This time applying more pressure so it divided her cheeks. He stopped over her hidden entrance. She could feel him wedge his fingertips between her cheeks and force her left cheek to the side, giving his right hand access to her tight hole. Pressing the top of the bead against her asshole, he started to push.

  Chloe sucked in a breath. Her body resisted. Pushed back. Denied him.

  But he would not be rebuffed.

  He pushed harder. Her body could not hold back the forced intrusion of the smooth, oiled object. She felt a sharp stab of pain as her entrance opened, and the ball was pushed in before her hole quickly closed up around the string. It felt extremely odd. Very different from when he’d just pushed the tips of his fingers inside her before.

  Chloe could feel the slight tug on the string before she felt the press of the second ball at her asshole. Gripping the sheets, she tried to accept her punishment but couldn’t. Her body still resisted.

  “Don’t fight me. Do you need another reminder of what happens when you don’t give in?”

  “No,” she whispered. Her voice hoarse from strain.

  The second bead pushed against her entrance. Like the first, it slid in the moment her body weakened.

  “Oh! Oh! Oh! I…I…it…oh!” Chloe’s breath came in sharp gasps as she struggled to put to words how she felt about the unwelcome sensation.

  “Remember how full your mouth felt? Remember how you struggled to keep all three balls inside that tiny space?”

  “Oh god!” she whined.

  Again there was the slight tug of the string before the third ball was pressing for entry. The delicate skin around her back entrance was pinched between the second and third ball. The discomfort causing her body to release and allow the third ball to slip in. She could feel the other two slide deeper into her body. Her hips shifted from side to side as her toes curled. It felt uncomfortable. Full. Wrong.

  “Is my babygirl ready to accept the fourth bead?”

  “But, Daddy. I thought you were only going to do three,” she whined.

  “No. I could only fit three in that little mouth of yours without choking you. Your body will accept all five beads, little one.”

  “No! Please. It already hurts! Five is too many!” she complained.

  Chloe could feel the fourth bead being pressed against her body. He was not going to listen to her pleas. She had earned this punishment, and he would see she took it in full measure. The fourth bead pressed. By now the clenching ring of muscle protecting her hidden entrance was weak and ineffective. The fourth bead slid into her body with no resistance. The other beads shifted. Chloe moaned. She could feel her inner muscles cramp as they tightened around the foreign objects. Her stomach twisted. She raised her feet high as her hips fell to the mattress. The tightening of her abdomen the moment her body flattened against the bed only made things worse. She quickly went back up onto her knees, desperate to find some position, some movement that would ease the increasing soreness emanating from deep within her body but there was nothing. There was no escape from the intrusion, from the building pain.

  “Now the fifth bead.”

  Chloe started to sob. “No, Daddy. No! It’s full. It’s full. It won’t fit.”

  He pressed the final anal bead against her asshole.

  Chloe screeched and flattened her hips again. Falling to the bed as she cried with abandon.

  “Raise up on your knees,” he growled.

  “I can’t. Please! It’s full. You’ll tear me.”

  “Raise up on your knees, or I will rip those beads out of your ass and plow into you with my much thicker, much longer cock. You think you feel full now?” he angrily shouted.

  Petrified of the thought of him fucking her bottom with his cock in anger, Chloe quickly obeyed. “Sorry, Daddy,” she sniffled.

  Once again, she could feel the bead press against her delicate skin. Then nothing. Her moment of relief was shattered when she felt the bed dip. Turning to look over her shoulder, she saw that he
r daddy had placed one knee on the bed, between her legs. She could feel him place his free hand on her lower back. Pushing down with his hand, her forced her hips lower which caused her bottom to jut out and up just a little further. The pressure increased on the bead. Chloe gave out a cry of agony when she submitted, and the last bead popped in. Her whole body clenched and twisted. She felt full as if her body had been taken over.

  Possessed.

  Dominated.

  A humbling mixture of humiliation and pain. No matter how she moved, even when she breathed, she could feel them deep inside her. Solid evidence of his ownership of her and her body.

  The bed dipped again. She barely felt it when his hands ran up her thighs and over her bottom. His knees pressed against her own, pushing her legs wider. She then felt the smooth head of his cock at her pussy entrance. She knew it was futile to protest. Reaching up, her hands closed around the iron bars of the headboard. The cold metal gave her strange comfort as she braced for his first thrust.

  “Is my babygirl ready for her daddy to fuck her pussy?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Does my babygirl want it to hurt?”

  Chloe sucked in a breath. The coarse bluntness of his question catching her off-guard but it was the brutal honesty of her answer that shook her to her core.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  His hard cock thrust in.

  She thought she had felt full…violated…before, but it did not compare to having both his thick shaft and the five anal beads forced into her tiny body. He pulled out and thrust back in again. She screamed in pain. He thrust again. Then again. And again. The pain twisted, morphed. Her sense of self shattered. She was only her body.