by Matt Tims
Louder cries and moans began to escape from her lips as her insides did their best to adjust to his size. Her cries fell silent to a loud yelp as Daddy roughly slapped her backside. The stinging sensation shot down her body and ran through her undoubtedly red butt cheek. The ferocity of his slap resulted in her experiencing real pain for the first time in her life. This wasn’t little stings or minor bumps and bruises. This was real, legitimate pain, and she did the only thing her mind could process.
She begged for more.
“Again!”
The pounding, the fullness, and the domination all stopped. Everything came to a halt as his penis slid out of her wet hole and caused her to once again be vacant. She briskly panicked. She’d spoken out of turn.
As rough as the slap against her right butt cheek was, the brutality of what happened next was tenfold. Master’s open palm slammed against her left cheek and propelled her entire body into the air. Her heels lifted several inches off the ground before finally touching back down on the hardwood surface. The entire bottom left side of her body was numb, but she wasn’t in pain. No, she was thankful. Thankful to have learned what would happen if she stepped out of line, thankful to be taught her lesson sooner rather than later, and thankful to finally have someone call her out on something she’d done wrong. There wasn’t a husband kowtowing to her this time. Now, there was a master who refused to take a single second of her bullshit. She’d messed up; and as a result, she paid the price. It was exactly the way she wanted it.
The leather of her collar was soon joined by more leather as she felt something tighten around her neck. It was his belt. That sexy, masculine, seductive black belt of his stiffened around her throat, and soon a voice sounded in her ear.
“If you want to act like a whore, then Daddy’s going to treat you like a whore. Tell me what you are.”
Jen was mindlessly drooling. A large puddle had collected on the sheets, causing the side of her face to soak in her own personal swimming pool. She gathered every ounce of her remaining energy and took a deep breath.
She answered, “A little whore.”
The belt clamped even tighten around her neck, letting her know that her answer was incorrect.
“Daddy’s little whore!” she quickly corrected herself.
The belt temporarily relaxed, allowing her to breathe. “Never forget it either.”
“Temporarily” was the keyword, because that’s exactly what it was. Suddenly, something pushed against her head, roughly driving the side of her face deep into the bed sheets. It wasn’t his hand. As strong and powerful as his arms were, this was different. It was almost as if the entirety of his muscular body was smothering her. She quickly connected the dots. It was his foot.
Daddy’s foot was now placed on the side of her face, and he was back inside her as well. His thick, rock hard meat took its rightful place where it belonged. And that’s what she yearned to be for Daddy: a little hole for him to get off in. Because when she boiled herself down to her truest state, she wasn’t a mom, or a nurse, or even a human being—she was just a collection of holes. Three holes for someone better than her to take pleasure in; and in turn, that brought her satisfaction. Knowing that she made Daddy happy was more than enough.
He pulled back on the belt and firmly pressed his foot against her face, cutting off all oxygen to her lungs.
Was this how it would end? Getting fucked to death on her neighbor’s bed? Maybe it wasn’t all fun and games? Maybe there were consequences to her actions? Maybe she’d found someone who didn’t have a line? Every second that passed resulted in more and more life being drained from her being. The harsh pounding wasn’t even registering anymore. It was funny how quickly her priorities had changed after the simplest of human needs were taken away. The already dark world she’d been living in for the past ten minutes started to fade. It was—
Jen gasped.
He eased his grip and she urgently scrambled to collect every bit of precious air her mouth could inhale. She’d never been this desperate. Her tight chest was finally able to expand as her oxygen-deprived lungs began to fill. Daddy had temporally removed one of her vital necessities, and showed her how she’d taken something as simple as breathing for granted.
Her relief disappeared in favor of panic. It was back. He choked up on the leash even more, and now she wasn’t receiving the slightest bit of air.
“You want to know something, Princess?” Daddy addressed her while continuing to stretch her pussy. “I love seeing that.”
Her mind attempted to focus on his words as that deep darkness began to sink in yet again.
“The way the human body twitches and shudders when it’s deprived of a basic necessity,” he spoke. “It’s beautiful in a cruel way.”
Her lungs tried their best to open, but there was nothing to expand for. And now that suffocating feeling engulfed her once again as the majority of his weight shift to the foot on her face.
“But it’s the simple things that make us feel alive. It causes us appreciate how exquisite life truly is, don’t you think?” he asked.
Moments from having her brain shut off for good, Daddy relaxed his grip, and her black world swiftly filled with color. Reds, yellows, and purples danced and darted under her blindfold. She saw scenic landscapes and snow-capped mountain tops. Majestic lions and glowing jellyfish sparkled in her eyes as he allowed precious air to dash into her lungs. All the things she’d seen and shrugged off in her forty-four years on this planet, were flooding her now thriving mind.
“Cum for Daddy,” he demanded.
She’d never been more alive and alert. Her mind was clear and operating on all cylinders. She needed this. She needed it all the time. It was incomparable the way he made her feel, but she couldn’t cum from intercourse. She never had before; but then again, Daddy was different. He was special. She needed to rub her clit to have any chance at getting off, and that would be quite the difficult task with her hands locked behind her back.
“Cum for me, Princess.”
She pushed away the sounds of his balls slapping against her pussy while his pelvis hammered into her plump backside. She had to focus. She needed to lock-in on this feeling. And it didn’t have anything to do with how large and girthy he was, or how rough and physical he was treating her. It was something else. She felt loved. She felt desired, and craved, and coveted. She felt appreciated. Why? She couldn’t explain it. Why did almost being choked to death make her feel special? Maybe it was because she knew that he was doing this for her. It felt good for him, but he was giving her what she wanted, and she owed it to him to give him what he desired in return.
She cleared her mind and allowed her world to go dark again; and just like that, Daddy knew exactly how to give her a hand.
He pulled back on the leash once more, causing her air supply to vanish. The harsh, violent pounding created a warm, buzzing sensation deep inside her body, and it was beginning to expand. Her thighs and stomach tingled as her lifeless frame continued to take everything Master had to give. And then for the first time in her life, she orgasmed during sex.
New windows were being opened. New possibilities were being explored. The combination of fullness and warmth resulted in ripples along her skin and inside her blood. A pair of jumper cables may as well had been hooked up to her skin as that powerful sensation left her a exhausted mess.
But Daddy wasn’t done.
She was unexpectedly flipped over and thrown onto the bed. She struggled for air from her new position on the bed, her back lying along the silk mattress sheets with her arms trapped behind her. Her fight for oxygen was made that much easier from the presence of Daddy joining up on the bed. His aura created a natural sense of security, and now there was a different feeling inside her. It wasn’t his large manhood that was giving her tingles this time.
It was his fingers.
The belt around her neck loosened as two fingers slipped inside her and curled, causing her hips to buck and fluctuate. What w
as this? She no longer felt comfortable. Something was off. Something he was doing had caused her to feel uneasy.
“Relax.”
Everything calmed thanks to his smooth, powerful whisper in her ear. The fear and worry that she saw in the darkness had been replaced by a light—the light of her daddy. The reassuring feeling that he wouldn’t allow anything bad to happen was intoxicating. He would protect and guide her. He would make everything okay.
“Let yourself go,” he softly told her. “Don’t hold anything back.”
Whatever he was touching inside her caused the bottom half of her body to shake and twitch as his free hand found her throbbing clit. He began to frantically rub it as a new sensation boiled to the surface. She desperately needed to pee, but Daddy had told her to let herself go—to not hold anything back. She was just an innocent princess. Little girls don’t know what’s best for them, but you know who does? Their daddies.
She kicked down the last of her barriers and was immediately overcome by wetness. Everything was soaked. Her vagina, her skin, her mind: it was a world of water. Her pussy began to contract as a pressure built deep inside her. Her normal, dry orgasms were always satisfying and relaxing. Cumming typically resembled that of a strong man snuggling with her beside a roaring fireplace, but this was different. The pressure which was building, and building, and building deep inside of her, was finally let out. Only, it didn’t seep or drip. It exploded out of her being. It was a regular orgasm on speed. Every bit of tension and anxiety came pouring out of her. Her mind convulsed at the same rate as her body before finally coming down from whatever had happened forty seconds earlier.
“What-what did-did you just do to-to me?” she asked, struggling to speak due to her frantic panting.
Her mind slipped and she’d forgotten the rules. She’d spoken out of turn. She braced herself for her punishment. She was a bad girl and Daddy would show her what happened when bad girls stepped out of line.
A hand slid along the skin of her cheek—calculated in its route to the side of her head—before her world was brightened again. The blindfold came off and the belt was removed to reveal Daddy’s face hovering over hers with a comforting smile that told her she wouldn’t be punished this time. No, she would have her question answered instead.
“You squirted, Princess,” he said.
She’d squirted. As if the orgasm from intercourse wasn’t enough, now he’d made her squirt as well! He really was perfect. Every word that flowed from his mouth had purpose. There was no wasted energy or nonsense. Everything possessed meaning with this incredible man, and she knew what her greatest purpose was—to give Daddy the ultimate pleasure.
He moved off the bed and wrapped his dominant hands around her legs, pulling her with him before flipping her over. Once again, she was bent over the side of the mattress as the fat head of his big cock pushed inside her. Rough thrust after thrust resulted in loud yelps and moans to pour from her lips. The dominant hands locked on her hips were her new home. She needed him to feel what she’d felt—for him to experience the utopia her mind and body had been sent to during their time together. She was ready to be marked. She was ready be claimed. She was ready to officially be his.
His thunderous roar sent a chill down her spine. Her head was roughly pushed into the sheets as he came deep inside her. That warmness was back, but this time it was different. It wasn’t her own orgasm which had raised her temperature; it was his, and that was more important to her. The needs and desires of Daddy far outweighed that of her own, and all she wanted was for him to experience heaven.
“Stay there,” he ordered before sliding out.
Silence filled the room for the next half minute as she soaked in the feel of Daddy’s warm semen leaking out of her—her face still buried in his bed sheets. She wouldn’t dare move a muscle until she was instructed. She knew better by now. He’d let her off the hook once, and she by no means wanted to push her luck.
Footsteps sounded as his presence left the room. He returned moments later, and snapped the leash around her collar before removing the handcuffs from her wrists.
“Come on,” he ordered.
She obediently allowed herself to be pulled off the bed, sinking to her knees and crawling behind him once again. Nothing on the planet compared to being led around this way. This was stronger than sex. It was more passionate than the most chaotic of orgasms. There wasn’t anything like being dominated to the extent that she felt like Daddy’s pet. It was beyond words.
They took a right out of the bedroom and headed toward his study for the second time today. What now? More treats for being such a good girl? Or maybe he had new toys to show her for next time. Wait, would there be a next time? There had to be a next time! She couldn’t possibly return to regular sex or even masturbating. Even the idea of fantasizing seemed like an impossibility at this point. She finally had the real thing, and they’d just scratched the surface of what could be.
Stop! Just stop thinking! You’re doing it again! Turn your brain off and allow yourself to be led. It’s better that way.
Her eyes instantly lit up the second he opened the door. Her dog bowl remained in the middle of the room, and Daddy was obviously leading her to a much needed drink. Both her mouth and throat were parched and she was in great need of water; but as she crawled closer, she quickly realized that water wasn’t on the menu. The bowl was holding something else.
It was full of Daddy.
It suddenly clicked for her. “Stay there.” Of course! He told her to stay there because he was collecting his DNA that was dripping out of her. He’d already marked his territory by cumming inside her, but now he wanted her to submit to him again. And how would she show her unmatched loyalty and love for him? By being his little pet, of course.
She lapped at his semen with her tongue, quickly swallowing the first layer that had collected the inside of her mouth. His seed was sweet with a slight hint of saltiness. It was the polar opposite of the way her husband tasted. That was undoubtedly due to Daddy’s clean diet and healthy living.
Her small laps were soon replaced by pressing her lips against the bottom of the bowl and strongly sucking. Her mouth moved along each inch of the steel surface, eager to collect every drop. She took a deep swallow before glancing down at the dish. It was sparkling clean.
Daddy unbuckled her leash and left the room, leaving her to collapse on the floor out of exhaustion. She stared up at the white ceiling; stunned, but undeniable satisfied. She did it. She actually did it, and it was everything she’d imagined…and then some.
Chapter 14 – Daddy’s Girl
She managed to scrape herself off the office floor ten minutes later. She made her way into his empty bedroom, slipped into her clothes—minus her ruined panties—and pulled the wet sheets off his bed before carrying them downstairs into the basement to be washed. She eventually found herself back in the living room, her eyes and ears peeled for Ryan as she trekked along. His mysterious tendency to disappear made her both giddy and sad at the same time. She needed to see him again. She couldn’t just go home after something like this. There was some kind of connection between the two of them. Or maybe that was her hopefulness? This was the exact thing she’d told Ashley about last week, wasn’t it? That she would end up wanting something more out of their relationship than Ryan did, and it would result in her being hurt.
She journeyed the length of the hallway until she arrived in the kitchen. There, she was greeted by the sight of her neighbor, dressed in only a pair of sharp black pants. He stood next to the stove, waiting for the teapot to whistle.
She opened her mouth but immediately caught herself.
“Jen, it doesn’t work that way outside the bedroom,” Ryan laughed. “You’re free to say what’s on your mind.”
Relief instantly shot through her. He really was perfect, wasn’t he?
“Okay,” she giggled. “Um…I just…wanted to say—”
“I’m picking you up at eight,” he interru
pted.
“What?” she asked.
The suddenly screeching teapot caught both of their attention before Ryan turned off the stove. He filled his mug and dropped a teabag into the piping hot water, slowly approaching her while her legs anxiously wiggled in the middle of the kitchen.
“I’m picking you up at eight,” he repeated.
“For-for what?” she inquired with a stammer.
“We’re going to dinner” he told her. “Black dress, black heels.”
Her eyebrows perked up. “You want me to wear a black dress and black heels…for a dinner with you?”
“That’s what I said,” he nodded. “Be ready at eight.”
She wasn’t completely sure what was going on. “Are we…like…um. Ryan, are we like—”
He lightly blew into the mug, causing the rising steam to instantly dissipate. A slight grin grew on his face before he revealed his intentions. “Jen, you’re mine now.”
She gulped. She finally had what she wanted. She finally had a master. She finally had a daddy. Jen was finally owned.
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