by Fields, Sara
“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned.
“Are you ready, little girl?” he asked, and I knew there was only one thing left to say.
“Yes, Daddy. Please let me come on your cock.”
The words were shameful and wrong and entirely too taboo, but I said them anyway because I wanted to. I wanted this. I wanted all of this.
Most of all, I just wanted Daddy.
Even though he’d started off slow, he didn’t remain that way for long. My body wasn’t able to get used to his size and when he thrust into me hard and fast, I felt every last inch of him. He was thick and I was so much smaller than him, but that didn’t stop him from taking me just as hard as he wanted. He was rough and it hurt. I cried out in surprise.
In all the times I’d been with him before, Dean had never fucked me like this. He’d never even remotely come close to this. I’d long since realized that I didn’t know the man I’d tricked into marrying me, but his roughness still surprised me all the same.
This was Daddy. Daddy didn’t make love.
Daddy fucked hard and the longer he used my body, the more I understood that I needed it to be like this.
I wanted it hard.
I wanted to be fucked so roughly that it hurt because it showed me just how much he cared.
I wanted Daddy and everything that came with that.
My hands tentatively curled around his neck, digging in just a little so that I could hold on. His pelvis slapped hard against mine, driving his cock into me so deeply that I could feel him pounding against my cervix. I rocked forward and made a soft keening sound as his hand slipped between us. His thumb worried my clit, and I knew that another orgasm was inevitable.
“By the time I’m through with you, you’re going to be a very sorry and satisfied little girl, do you understand me?” he whispered in my ear.
I moaned and he thrust into me harder. Faster.
“Yes, Daddy,” I cried out. His thumb pressed down harder on my needy bud and I shuddered as one jolt of pleasure after the next rushed through me at a frantic pace.
“Scream for Daddy, little girl. I want to hear every last whimper, every cry. I want every single sound you make when you come for me,” he demanded.
“Daddy!”
He worked my body with his thumb and his cock and before I knew it, I was hurtling off the edge into a blissful pool of mouthwatering pleasure. I crashed beneath the surface and I sank in deep, losing myself in the void.
At first, my cries were quiet, soft breathy pants that exposed how much I was really enjoying this, but soon they grew louder. As the seconds flew by, my moans became more desperate until my throat felt hoarse from my screams.
He didn’t slow down.
His cock never stopped hurting me, but at the same time something else began to follow in its wake. Pleasure morphed into pain and then back again, catching me in an endless riptide of consuming sensation that threatened to tear me apart.
His cock was so hard inside me, so thick and so incredibly perfect that I fell prey to its onslaught. I pawed at him in an effort to bring the two of us closer. My fingers dug into his back, clawing at him for something to hold onto.
I arched back, taking him even deeper and coming closer and closer to a third orgasm. Before long, I was balancing on the edge of a knife. If I leaned too far to either side, there would be agony or ecstasy and I wasn’t sure which one would swallow me whole.
It wasn’t long until I lost myself and as I hurtled down into the all-encompassing oblivion, I absentmindedly wondered if it was pain or pleasure that was going to take me.
I screamed, trembling with my orgasm as my skin buzzed with sensation. My nipples pebbled hard against his chest and my inner walls milked his length with greed. I took every last inch of his thick cock and begged him for more, trembling and quivering with every painful stroke.
My core collapsed inward, and my inner walls fluttered hard around his thick length, but nothing could have prepared me for the utter devastation a fucking like this could wreak.
A fourth orgasm tore through me. Then a fifth and a sixth and I lost the capability to even count. I could only manage to feel and take what he gave me.
He rendered me a wet mess of sensation and pain and arousal and I couldn’t get enough.
I screamed his name until my throat was raw.
He didn’t slow. He didn’t even pause for a second. He subdued me with his cock in a way I’d never even imagined possible and still, he fucked me some more.
I’m not even sure how many times I came, but there was a turning point that the pleasure that had initially crashed over me was overtaken by agony. With every subsequent orgasm, my body began to shake with pain, and I sucked in one breath after another with trepidation.
How long was he going to fuck me? I’d come several times by then and he showed not a single sign of slowing down; that scared me.
“You begged for Daddy’s cock, little girl, didn’t you?” he began, and I shuddered hard, entirely too nervous to hear what he was going to say.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered, broken, sodden, and weak.
“Did you decide when you earned it?” he pressed.
“No, Daddy.”
“Do you decide when you’ve had enough of Daddy’s cock, little girl?”
I wailed. I knew the answer. I didn’t want to say it, but I knew I didn’t have a choice.
“No, Daddy.”
“Who decides when you’ve had enough of Daddy’s cock, little girl?”
“You do, Daddy,” I cried.
“That’s right, little girl. You should know that Daddy’s far from done with you. You should know how much these next orgasms are going to hurt,” he said firmly, and I writhed beneath him with real fear.
“Please, Daddy,” I pleaded.
“Come for me. Come for me so hard that it hurts,” he demanded, and it was as if my body answered to his words alone. I screamed. I shuddered so much that it was difficult to draw in a breath, but my release was imminent.
“Please. Please. Please, Daddy,” I wailed.
“Daddy’s got you, little girl,” he said gently, and it was at that moment that I flew apart beneath him. I shattered into a billion little pieces and I feared that I would never be put back together ever again. Again and again, I quaked with pleasure. White-hot bliss cut through me until I no longer knew up from down, left from right, and anything else in between.
I felt his cock throb inside me, and I hurtled into another release far too quickly after the next. My clit was too sensitive, but his thumb never let up. He forced me to come over and over as his cock throbbed inside me and as another orgasm inevitably ravaged through me, I felt his cock pulse again.
“Please. Come inside me, Daddy. Please come for me too, Daddy,” I pleaded. I wasn’t even ashamed of what I was saying. I was simply desperate and needy, and I wanted it all.
“Daddy’s enjoying your pretty little pussy,” he murmured.
“Please,” I begged. “Please, Daddy!”
I writhed beneath him, rocking my hips back and forth and reveling in the feelings of agony and pleasure twisting into one endless mess that destroyed me from within.
“Who do you belong to, little girl?”
“You, Daddy! I belong to you!”
His cock thrust hard into me and he groaned, this time louder than all the rest and I was rewarded with a thick spurt of his hot cum inside me. I screamed as one last orgasm tore through me and I moaned as I shook beneath him. A single tear slipped down my cheek, followed by another and another until I was openly sobbing under him.
I wasn’t crying from pain or sadness though.
I was crying because this was what I’d been looking for all my life.
I hadn’t known I was looking for Daddy. I didn’t know I’d been looking for love, but when the two of us came together we were fire.
We were one.
I knew without a doubt that I’d never run from him again. Whatever happened next, we
would get through it together.
Live or die. Win or lose, we would remain by each other’s side.
For the rest of our lives.
Chapter 10
I slept for a while after that, reluctant to wake and even more to move out of the delicious cocoon of his bed.
I sighed, snuggling closer to him and enjoying his warmth around me. My body was sore and sated, but there was a certain deep satisfaction that settled deep in my bones that I knew I would feel for a long time afterwards and I realized that I very much liked that.
“If I don’t return to the hotel tonight, Janet is going to be suspicious,” I whispered, not wanting to pull away from him even though I knew it would be inevitable.
His arm squeezed me a bit tighter.
“I know. I’ll take you back, but just so it’s perfectly clear we’re going to be dealing with her tonight as well.”
“But…” I began, and he cleared his throat.
“Do we need to have another session with the wooden spoon, little girl?”
“No, Daddy,” I whimpered, hiding my face in his chest.
“I think you’re rather cute when you’re nervous, little girl,” he mused, and I could feel myself blushing even though he couldn’t see my face.
I groaned openly and he chuckled.
“You will trust in Daddy to protect you, sweet girl. You will be safe from the moment you step into that hotel until you’re back in Daddy’s arms,” he said firmly, and my heart fluttered inside my chest.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, and I meant it. He didn’t explain any further. To be honest, I didn’t need that.
Trusting him felt like diving off the edge of the cliff with no bottom in sight, but this felt so real. All my life, I’d run from love because I didn’t think I’d be allowed to ever really experience it, that love wasn’t meant for someone like me, and now it was right here in Daddy’s hands.
I took his fingers in mine and squeezed them tight.
I’d take this leap of faith because the love I felt for him was worth it.
Tentatively, I pulled his hand closer and brushed my lips against his knuckles, kissing them gently. I could feel his eyes on me as I did so and when I looked up to meet them, I could see that he was smiling too.
“Sweet girl, you’re so beautiful when you’re so well punished and so thoroughly used,” he said and I bit my lip, feeling bashful all of a sudden. He cupped my face with his palm, and I pressed against it, luxuriating in his focused attention.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered. It felt so special when he talked to me like that.
“I suppose I do have to let you out of my bed sometime this evening,” he sighed, and I giggled loudly enough that I hid my face in his chest to muffle myself.
“I guess so,” I replied, a bit more sullenly than I meant to.
“Don’t worry, baby girl. You’ll be back over my knee in no time,” he laughed, and I lightly smacked him across the chest in mock shock.
“Daddy!” I exclaimed.
“Little girls like you need their bottoms spanked bright red from time to time, don’t they?”
I didn’t want to admit it, but I did anyway.
“Yes, Daddy,” I pouted.
“Is your bottom sore?”
“It is, Daddy,” I answered.
“Good. It’ll remind you to trust that Daddy will protect you,” he added, and I chewed my lower lip as the warm feeling of being cared for so thoroughly poured over me. I shouldn’t like that I wanted to be spanked. It shouldn’t make me this wet, but I couldn’t fight the fact that it was the truth.
I wanted everything that he offered.
And I was going to take it.
“I love you, Daddy,” I whispered.
“I love you too, little girl,” he answered. He didn’t even hesitate. Not even for a moment.
With a heavy sigh, I pushed myself up to a seated position.
“I’m going to need my clothes again,” I said, with a hint of sadness beneath my words.
“Such a shame to cover up this beautiful body,” he replied.
“All I remember is that my panties are in your sitting room,” I pouted.
“You won’t need those. Daddy wants that pretty little pussy bare, so you remember to trust in him,” he answered, and a soft gasp escaped me.
“Yes, Daddy,” I said, biting my lip and holding back a smile.
“The rest of your clothes are hanging on a chair in the foyer. Come now. I will dress you,” he offered. He pushed himself out of bed and I was suddenly chilled without his body surrounding mine. He reached for me and I took his hand. In a swift maneuver, he lifted me up into his arms and carried me all the way out of the bedroom and down the stairs into the front entryway.
With care, he placed me down and began to dress me. This felt so very intimate, maybe even more so than being stripped by his hands. He was careful to clip my bra into place, gently adjusting my breasts so that I was comfortable. Next, he slipped my dress over my head and pulled it into place.
“My shoes?”
“I’ll go get them. Hold your dress above your waist, little girl. Daddy wants to see that bare little pussy waiting for him when he gets back,” he growled, and I shuddered hard. Slowly, I reached for the bottom hem of my clothing and lifted it all the way up. I flushed hard knowing he could see my swollen mound. As if he knew it embarrassed me, he deliberately stared at the cusp of my thighs for several long moments, which only added to my shame.
He turned away and walked in the direction of the kitchen. I stood there in the foyer, fidgeting and squirming while still keeping my dress at my waist. At any moment, someone could walk in. I didn’t know if there was anyone here, but the possibility of it made me even more ashamed and turned on than I cared to admit.
My clit pulsed and I hung my head as I pressed my thighs even more firmly against one another, trying to ignore the wetness that was slickening between them.
Thankfully, he didn’t take long.
When he came around the corner, my eyes rushed up to look at him.
“Good girl,” he purred, and my heart pulsed with happiness. “You may lower your dress. Use my shoulders now to keep balance while I put your shoes on,” he added and almost reluctantly, my fingers loosened their hold on my dress, and I let it fall back into place. He knelt down in front of me, and I leaned forward, placing my hands on him as he had instructed.
His palms cupped around my calf and lifted up my left leg off the floor. He traced his hands up my thighs and I sucked in a heated breath, caught off guard by his sudden tenderness. My pussy tightened as he just brushed the skin beneath it before he slipped my shoe onto my foot and placed it back on the floor. He reached for my other leg, doing the same but never touching the bareness directly between my thighs.
“You’re a tease, Daddy,” I groaned as I placed my other foot back on the floor. He stood up in front of me and lifted my chin, forcing me to look right up at the stern expression that painted his face.
“Your pleasure is mine to give, mine to take, but also mine to deny, little girl,” he said firmly, and my pussy clenched ever harder as a delicious shiver raced down my spine.
“Yes, Daddy,” I murmured, and he drew me into a long kiss that left me feeling breathless and shaky and so well loved that I was saddened when it eventually ended.
“Come now. Let’s get you back to the hotel so you can fool Janet into thinking you had the best night of your life with Salvador rather than your daddy,” he grinned, and I grazed my teeth along my swollen lower lip.
“Okay,” I replied, and he offered his hand. I took it and the two of us walked out the front door together.
The car was still waiting for us and when I climbed inside, I angled my hips in such a way that I gave him just the slightest glimpse of my nakedness beneath my dress.
He chuckled knowingly.
“Naughty girl. The next time you and I are alone together, you’re going to be showing me a whole lot more t
han just a glimpse of that bare little pussy.”
* * *
The trip back to the hotel went by far too quickly. His arms around me were comforting and I didn’t want it to end, but when it inevitably did, I pulled myself together and drew away from him, intending to get out of the car.
“Little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy?”
“Daddy will always protect his little girl. You will be safe from the moment you walk through that door until you walk back out. Understand?”
“I do, Daddy,” I whispered, biting my lip as warmth buzzed just beneath my skin. He grasped my wrist and slipped something cold over it.
“What is this?” I asked hesitantly.
“It’s a bracelet I had made for you, sweet girl. It’s a silver bangle and on the inside, you’ll see the words ‘Daddy’s Girl’ engraved. In the middle of the bangle is a rare gemstone. If you press down firmly on that jewel, it will send a message straight to my phone,” he explained. “You and I are going to work together to take down the people that threatened you.”
“How?”
“The Fixer will be dealt with tonight, but we need to use her to get to the Father. I know you. You’re intelligent and strong and you think very well on your feet. Use those skills to figure out a way we can get through to the Father so we can handle him too.”
“If I press the stone…”
“I will come for you. No matter what.”
My mind raced.
“Are you going to kill her?”
He shook his head.
“No. I’m going to make some calls and put everyone that’s ever owed me anything to work tonight. I’m going to build a case against her that so ironclad that she will be behind bars for the rest of her life,” he answered.
I don’t know why I cared if she lived or died, but the fact that he did meant something to me. He was a strong man, a good man, and I was so lucky to call him mine.
“Give me a few hours. Find a way to get to the Father,” he added.
“How will I know when you’re ready?”
