by Wyatt, Dani
“Good girl.” He rocks me back and forth, matching his greedy strokes. His mouth is next to my ear, and I want so much to hear what he has to say next. His words are as intoxicating to me as anything physical he does. “You know Daddy loves you, don’t you, Lamb? He has to hurt you a little bit, he has to do these things to you, but he still loves you. Tell me you know Daddy loves you.”
I struggle to find the words as he tears in and out of my body. Heat rises in my core, and that tension begins to gather down low. Automatically, I clench my inner muscles, urging the orgasm forward as I dig my fingernails into his shoulders and arch my body to give me more of what I need.
In my haste to find my own release, I lose focus, and when I am just at the edge Ace halts all movement, leaving me dangling on that sweet spot just before bliss takes over.
I grunt and fight to move myself on him, but his grip is iron clad, and I’m immobilized by his strength.
“Oh no.” His voice hardens. “You don’t get to take what you want right now. Daddy needs you to do as you’re told, and you haven’t told me what I need to hear. Your pleasure belongs to me, little girl. Just like the rest of you does now.”
The hand at the back of my neck slips down my spine, and I swallow a moan, shuddering on top of him at the torture of his denial. Each of my muscles begins to tremble, and I try to remember what it is I need to tell him.
“Say it,” he grunts and a flash of red light skims across my vision as his hand comes down in a harsh smack on the side of my behind. “Tell me what I want to hear. Tell Daddy you know he loves you, even when he hurts you.”
Another blinding strike and I draw in a harsh breath before I find the words.
“I know you love me, Daddy.” Tears gather in my eyes as he brings down two more smacks on top of the same spot. Each one stinging more and more. “I know you love me, even when it hurts me.”
The next thing I know, I’m up and over again. Ace never loses our connection, but now he is on top of me, towering above me, gripping each ankle and placing it on his solid shoulders. He locks his arms on either side of me and then begins to thrust into my very core, so deep I can feel it in my heart.
“I do love you. Never forget that. You just have no fucking idea how much.” A flash of something in his face races my heart. I see danger there, but not the kind that scares me, more the kind that I hope he unleashes on no one on my behalf.
His body overpowers mine in this position. Even if I wanted to get away, I would have no chance. He truly can do what he wants to me, and that thought has me clenching around him, pleading with my body to let me have what I’ve come so quickly to need.
To crave.
“You’re going to cum for me when I say. Not a moment before,” he orders, speeding his strokes as he pushes in and out, in and out, reminding me that my body is still not used to this.
To him.
“Yes, Daddy.” The heat and the throbbing from where he reddened my ass only adds to the need that clutches at my core.
“Good little lamb.” The words are sweet, but the delivery is harsh, just like the way he’s fucking me. “From now on, you’ll wear my cum whenever I say. If we go out, I’ll want it running down your legs to remind you who you are. Panties, no panties...all up to me now.”
He plows into me with every word, knocking the breath out of me, so all I can do is nod and reach out to grab onto the backs of his upper arms, clinging on for dear life lest he drives me straight through the bed.
“You want that, don’t you? You want Daddy making you filthy. Knowing that part of you is only for me. No one will know all the things I’ll do to you. I will use you, Lamb. For my pleasure, just like now.” He slams into me so hard my eyes roll back. “Right now, this isn’t about you. It’s me taking what belongs to me and you doing as you are told.”
The tight grip of his hands circling my ankles brings me back for a moment. He pulls my legs off his shoulders, spreading me until my hip sockets ache as he looks down and watches what he’s doing to me.
“Ouch,” I whimper. “Daddy, that hurts me.”
“I know, baby. Sometimes you will have to suffer.” He brings my foot to his mouth and sucks my toes into the warmth. Then a flash of pain as his teeth clamp down and my body seizes at the mixture of sensations. I’m choking back the next scream when he relents, rubbing my feet tenderly now and whispering, “Just like that.”
His eyes are mad. He’s changed. A primal beast has risen, and I am becoming afraid, but it does nothing to stop the lust that is building.
“I need to cum.” Tears roll out from the corners of my eyes and, as he looks to my face, an evil smile curls his full lips at the sight.
“Don’t you dare.” As he says it, he shifts my body beneath him in a way that has his erection hitting a spot inside of me, a spot that has me writhing and biting my cheek just to hold myself back. I wonder for a split second if somehow he’s been given a manual to all the hotspots in my body because I can’t see any other way he can know me so intimately so soon. Yet he does. “Don’t you dare,” he says again with a devilish twinkle in his eyes. “When I say. How I say. For as long as I say. And all your orgasms are mine, I’ll tell you when. Got it?”
“Sorry,” I mumble. And I am. I’m surprised at how much I never want to disappoint this man. How I want to give him everything he wants from me and be his everything, the way he is to me. Even through the pain, I’ve never felt more wanted. More loved. More protected.
“Now, you want to give me what I want?” He thickens inside of me, tearing at my fresh body in this position. He rests my calves back on his shoulders and lowers his body to blanket mine, never missing a stroke.
“Yes.”
His eyes are boring into mine, and the slick slapping of our bodies is the only sound outside of my raging heartbeat booming in my ears.
Another slight shift of his body and my mouth falls open. The pressure on my clit, the way he’s stroking inside of me, it’s driving me to the brink of madness. More tears slip out of my eyes, and I’m utterly his.
“That’s my girl. Give yourself to me. And cum. Now. You are my precious lamb. Daddy’s special girl.”
I lock up, and my body lets go. I dig my fingernails into his arms and arch into each thrust as I feel his thick, warm release fill me, sending me into another round of flooding orgasm.
I shift myself, wanting to take all of him. To keep him inside of me until the end of time.
Chapter Six
Ace
“KEEP THAT PHONE ON you and keep it turned on, you got me?” I twist a lock of her hair between my fingers, bothered already that we will be apart even for a few hours. She’s sitting in the passenger seat of my truck as we drive into town.
“Got you,” she answers with that little girl voice, and I melt, but I know she needs my rules as well.
“You? Got you?” I drop the tendril of hair and reach down to pick up her hand which I placed over the zipper of my jeans with instructions to keep it there until I say otherwise. She happily complied, and of her own accord, she rubbed my hard-on through the fabric all the way to town, nearly making me destroy my pants in the process. “Try again with that answer, princess.”
When I glance over, I see her cheeks flare pink. “Got you, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” I bring the back of her hand to my lips and rest a kiss there. I release her hand, putting it back on my dick but feeling the emptiness flood over me at the loss of her touch. Reaching over, I slide my hand into the back of her neck, my thumb pressing just under her jaw where I can feel her pulse.
Her heart rate speeds as I apply pressure there and grip her neck, so she knows who’s in charge still. Under my touch, I sense her soften and melt. I hold my hand there, tight, for a long moment, the tenderness of the kiss on her hand in contrast to what I’m doing now. We both know I am in control, but she holds all the cards.
“Okay.” I steady myself and break the contact. The thought of her being away from me is
She nods on a blush and squeezes her legs together. She’s so fucking sweet and dirty at the same time. She’s my dream come true, and there are moments I still have to pause and remind myself this is real now.
She’s actually mine.
If I allowed myself, I’d have her naked and shackled back at home until the end of time. I know it’s my job to do what is best for my little girl and allowing her a life outside of me is part of that. “I will see you back home at six. Do not be late, you hear me? Or I’ll track your sweet ass and bring you back if need be. If you guys go anywhere besides the park and back to her new place, I want to know.”
She nods, and it satisfies my need. I want her to keep me informed of her every move because she chooses to and respects me, but even if she doesn’t, I will always know where she is thanks to the tracker I’ve had in her phone for years. I’d stalk and follow her as necessary all the days of our lives, but for today I am allowing her time with Michaela as I meet Valerie Carson, my accountant, and tutor as such. The timing of what happened between us last night, and the exact reasons for my appointment today, feel like divine guidance right now. I pray things go the way I hope and I can be the man my lamb deserves.
Give her the future a real man should provide, not rely on some inheritance for the rest of our lives.
I bring the truck to a stop outside Nemoy’s Coffee Shop where I’ll meet Valerie and see Michaela’s Blue Toyota parked a few spots down. She’s leaning on the passenger side, hip into the car, checking her nails. She looks up, and both the girls give each other a quick wave as I shift into park.
“Okay see yo—”
I grab Brinna’s hand before it reaches the door handle, pull it away and place it back on my cock.
“Did I tell you you could move that hand?” I watch her eyes snap to mine, then back out the windshield, then back to me.
“No, Daddy,” she mumbles, and her teeth sink into her lower lip.
“Kiss me, then you can take your hand off and get out of the car,” I order as her eyes flit back and forth again.
She’s unsure, so I help her along, reaching over to take her by the hair and bringing her face towards mine.
She lets out a little peep and cocks her head to the side, giving me a peck on the side of my face and then doing her best to pull away and retreat out the car door. I’m not having any of that.
“Kiss me like you love me.” I pull her face back.
“But, she’ll see—”
“I don’t give a shit who sees. Are you mine?” I ask, arching my eyebrows. “Are you?”
“Yes but—”
“No buts. You are fucking mine. I fucking love you. And I fucking don’t care who knows.” I know as life goes on people will stare. They’ll question. Her soft youth will always sit in drastic contrast to my rough edge, ugly mug, freakish size and yes, the age difference. But all those things are surface fodder. I don’t care anymore about what anyone thinks. Brinna will come to that same place with me in time.
I steal away her next breath, covering her mouth with mine and sealing that thought with a minute-long tongue battle that I know will remove any doubt in her sweet little head, any lingering notion that I care one hot damn who sees us or knows about us from now on.
As we pull back, her lips glisten with our kiss, and her hand in my lap is back to stroking my erection.
“Like this, Daddy?” her breathy words send cum seeping out the tip of my dick.
I choke back a full moan before giving her the go ahead. “Just like that, Babygirl. Now go on and have fun with your friend. I’ll see you at home later.”
“Okay,” she snickers and reaches to open the door, but I can’t let her go just yet. I flatten my hand on top of hers as it begins to lift from my erection, snapping her head around to look at me.
“I’m going to be ready for you to take care of me like a good girl when you get home. So make sure your pussy is good and wet, make sure you think about all the things I’m going to do to you tonight, Lamb. I’m going to show you new things. Take new parts of you. Because they all belong to me now, right?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her fingers tense around the length of me and my balls tighten at the sensation.
“Good girl. Now, go on and have fun.”
Chapter Seven
Brinna
MY FINGERS ARE SOAKED.
Snot and tears and I don’t care.
“I’m so sorry.” Michaela’s voice sounds far away and echoey like it’s coming from another dimension.
Somewhere I wish I was instead of right here, right now.
“If I knew how you felt before, I would have told you before. I had no idea. I mean, he’s sorta like your dad. It’s not right.”
She’s trying to be supportive, but even in my devastation, my first instinct is to defend him.
To defend us. What we had.
Even if it was for less than twenty-four hours.
It was the best twenty-four hours of my life.
And now it’s over.
“It’s okay,” I grind out through choked back sobs.
“No, it’s not. I saw them the first day I moved in. So, it’s been four weeks I’ve been here?”
I spread my fingers just enough to see her rest her arms on her knees and lower her head, then look back at me with pity in her eyes.
“Maybe I should just talk to him. Maybe it’s not...”
Michaela shakes her head, disapproval clear in her eyes, and humiliation covers me. Such a dumb girl. I waited for the man of my dreams, only to end up here with his cum still coating my panties and the knowledge that I am what I had feared.
Nothing special.
When I got into the car with Michaela, I was already bursting to tell someone about what had happened. The joy I was keeping inside. I grinned and started to talk, but soon fell silent.
I could tell from the look on her face something was wrong. She had seen the kiss, and she was struggling to find the best way to tell me what was on her mind.
When I couldn’t stop crying, she said we’d ditch going to the park. Instead, she drove me back here, to her new place, and told me more about the woman she’s seen with Ace a couple times a week here by her new apartment.
She just assumed I knew because they were clearly a couple, smiling and laughing, him opening doors for her, meeting for coffee first before disappearing off together, no doubt to somewhere more private. When I pushed her, Michaela couldn’t specifically confirm that she’d seen them kiss or anything, but she said she didn’t pay that much attention.
They just seemed loved up. That word hit me like a runaway train in an old silent movie. Cut to black. Love. Something I would never have.
“He’s never seen me watching them, I guess,” Michaela says, trying to explain why he wouldn’t be more discreet. “I can see everything from this window, all the comings and goings, and I’m so high up that nobody ever notices. She’s got a kid she sometimes brings, too.” She adds, and my stomach turns over on itself.
I look up at her, and there must be horror on my face because she quickly tries to backpedal.
“I’m not saying it’s his kid, of course. I have no idea. But he does seem friendly with the little boy. Picks him up and whatever. I don’t know, I don’t know kids. I’m just saying...” The frustration in her voice isn’t about the kid. I know she’s trying to be a friend and give me the information she thinks I need without tearing my heart out.
Too late.
When she started to tell me, I didn’t want to know. I was in denial, trying to pick up the pieces of my heart without breaking them anymore. Like an accident on the side of the road, I couldn’t look away. I just kept asking questions, and reluctantly she answered.
“What do I do?” I flop back on her worn sofa and press the heels of my palms into my burning eye sockets. I feel like I’m going to vomit.
“Well, you can stay here of course, but...”
“But what? Don’t look at me like that, just tell me. If there’s more, I need to know.”
“It’s not really my place to say, Bri.”
“Michaela, please. I’m not going to break any more than I have already.”
She nods. “Okay, it’s just, he’s your guardian, Brinna. He’s supposed to take care of you, to look after you. Loco parentis and all that. Only, what he’s done is seriously fucked up. To seduce you like that—” I try to interrupt, to tell her that it was consensual, that he didn’t seduce me but I just gave myself to him, but she shoots me a look, and I fall silent. She’s heard it already, and it didn’t convince her then. “He did, Bri. You didn’t recognize it because you’re so infatuated, he has a position of power over you, but from what you told me he knew exactly what he was doing. He seduced you, all I’m saying is he’s been pretty consistent with this blonde, and you did say you sort of...you pushed yourself. He’s a man. A man of opportunity like they all are. It’s wrong, Brinna.”
“Even if that’s true, what can I do about it?”
“Go to the police.”
“And say what? We’re both adults, and we’re not related by blood. The police will laugh in my face. I’m not a minor anymore.”
She thinks for a moment, then draws in a breath. “Truth is, he’s always given me a weird vibe, I told you that. A man like him, you know I have more experience with men, and you’ve seen how it’s turned out for me. Cheaters. Liars. Users. And yes, I’ve taken a couple hits as well. More than a couple. You’ve been sheltered by him Brinna. I know. I know what it’s like out here in the real world with guys. You don’t.”
“Ace wouldn’t hurt me.”
“Wouldn’t he? How much do you really know about him? About his time before he met you? His military time, sure, but he also left. You’ve tried to ask him about the injuries, but he never answers, not properly. Just hints and insinuations. You don’t know the cause. Brinna, you don’t know him at all, not really. When you confront him with this, you don’t know what he’ll do, how his temper might flare. He became your guardian when you were sixteen. Sixteen, Brinna. He won’t know what you might do, what you might say to people. Okay, so he didn’t act on his feelings until now, but he doesn’t know that’s what you’ll tell people. You could go around saying he’d been screwing you since you met, and if that’s something he’s sensitive about, he might lose it. Maybe he did once before, and that’s really why he had to leave the army.”
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