Searching for the Answers

by Paige Orr

  “There’s something else Daddy could do to make you feel better, would you like that baby?” She whimpers, nodding her head, as I cup her mound through the sleep shorts she has on. Feeling she's got no panties on, a wolfish grin covers my face, as thoughts of how much she truly desires us floats through my lust filled mind. Her shorts are loose enough that I can easily slide my hand in to feel her heat against my palm, causing me to let out a low groan, and I slide my finger through her soaking wet folds, feeling her grind down against me.

  “Do you like that baby, Daddy loves this pretty little pussy. You’re so fucking wet and ready for my cock, I can’t wait to devour you, in the best way possible. Do you need Daddy’s cock filling this empty little hole, stretching your pussy to its limits, until I have you begging for more.” I gently circle her swollen bud, entranced with the way she circles her hips against me, using my hand to find her own pleasure. Bringing my other hand up, I cup one of her heavy breasts, moulding my palm around it with a teasing squeeze. I massage her perfect tits in my hand, easily finding her hard peak, and tweaking it to the fine edge between pleasure and pain, causing her to writhe against me.

  “I love the way you respond to my touch baby, you're so needy for me, and I can't wait to slide my cock between your luscious thighs.” Sliding two fingers into her tight little cunt, and curling them up to hit that sweet spot, crooking my fingers against it making her breath catch. I let out a groan at her walls clenching around my fingers, and I lean my head down nipping at her neck, then soothing the sting away with my tongue.

  I suck and lick my way across her shoulder, enjoying the way she starts to pant in my arms, while squirming in my hold. Driving my fingers into her faster, I slide my thumb up to her clit drawing fast circles, and watching her heaving breaths as she whispers to me in a sultry voice. “I’m so close Daddy, please don’t stop. I need you Daddy.” Slipping another finger inside, I feel her stretching around my intrusion, until she shatters in my arms as I croon to her. “That’s such a good girl. That’s it, cum all over Daddy's fingers baby.” As her shudders subside, I slide my fingers from her dripping cunt, bringing them to my parted lips. She tilts her head back watching me with hooded eyes, as I lick them clean of her juices with a moan of satisfaction.

  “Now for the next part of your reward baby. Now I need you to be a good girl for Daddy, and get on the bed. I want you on your hands and knees, with that beautiful arse of yours in the air for me. I watch as she quickly follows my commands, knowing that tonight will be amazing.

  Lilith

  My body quivers with anticipation of what he has planned for me, as I bend over on the bed, bringing my chest down onto the mattress, and spreading my legs wide. I never would have thought that my sweet gentle Sam could be so fucking hot in the bedroom, but I can’t wait for what he’s going to do next. The way that Sam is in the bedroom, compared to outside of it, leaves my brain turning over wondering what he has planned for me. I hear his soft footsteps, padding across the floor, before he stops at the edge of the bed behind me.

  He leaves me waiting for a few moments in silent suspense, before I hear his belt opening, and slipping from his trousers. Next I hear his zipper go down, and the rustling of his trousers being lowered, I expect to feel his cock at my entrance, but I’m surprised by the feel of the cool leather of his belt caressing my arse and lower back. The act in itself is completely sensuous, and my breath catches as I figure out what he’s about to do, causing my pussy to clench in need. I’m about to look over my shoulder to see what expression is on his face, when he draws the belt back, bringing it down on my arse with enough strength to sting. My breath hisses out between my teeth, as I arch my back into the strike, feeling satisfied shivers coursing through me. He quickly soothes the sting with his hand, as I mewl in pleasure, enjoying the way he makes my body sing for him.

  His hand disappears again, followed closely by the sting of his belt, slapping against both cheeks. I feel each hit shoot straight to my clit, causing my hips to buck as I cry out in ecstacy. Hearing him tutting behind me, I finally manage to look over my shoulder, and find a disappointed look on his face. “You have to stay still for Daddy baby, you want me to keep going don’t you? Then you have to be a very good girl, Daddy wants to see that pretty arse of yours glowing nice and red.” His seductive words send excitement coursing through my blood, as my breathing begins to pick up until I’m left panting for his touch. I didn't know how much I needed this, with him completely taking control, all of my worries seem to fade away, with my brain only filled with thoughts of him.

  "That's it baby, give yourself over to Daddy, I'll make everything better, all you have to do is trust me." I turn my head back around holding perfectly still, all I want is for my Daddy to take it all away, and I know he can make me feel good. He goes back to his task, as I try my best not to move, while each lash of his belt brings me closer and closer to the edge. "Your pretty pink pussy is weeping for my touch baby, I bet all it would take is one little touch to make you cum again. I love the sight of you spread open, waiting for me to use this beautiful little pussy of yours, but don't you dare cum until Daddy says so, or I’ll have to punish my little girl."

  I whimper, knowing he's right, and yet I don't think I can hold back. I feel the cool touch of his belt, sliding against my folds, and it takes everything inside me to hold back. I clench all my muscles, desperate not to disobey his orders, not ready to lose his touch just yet, when finally he pulls the belt away. I feel the tip of his impressive dick pressing against my entrance, and I groan in ecstasy as he takes his time, slowly sliding inside me. He stops as he bottoms out, keeping me stretched as my pussy quivers and pulses around his thick member.

  He starts off at an agonising pace as he pistons into me, reaching his hand around, and flicking my clit with his expert fingers. My thighs are trembling, as I try to hold back my orgasm, but with each flick and thrust it becomes increasingly more difficult. "That's Daddy's dirty little girl, you love the way I use this perfect little cunt, don't you baby? You’re so tight, and the way you’re gripping my cock feels fucking amazing, just hold on for me a little bit longer, and you'll get exactly what you're craving."

  With his free hand he slowly caresses his way up my spine until he reaches my neck, bringing his hand around, and clamping it around my throat, pulling me back against his chest. The new position makes him hit deeper, causing my eyes to roll into my skull, and my lips open in a silent scream of pure rapture. He picks up his speed, fucking me like a wild animal, a cry of raw pleasure passes my lips. I can feel every ridge of his swollen cock as he presses into me, driving me crazy with lust.

  He begins to grunt as I feel his cock swelling inside me, and his thrusts begin to turn erratic. As I'm about to break, he applies a little more pressure to my throat, growling low in my ear. "Cum for me baby! Fucking milk Daddy's cock for every last drop of cum like the dirty little girl you are!" His words send me careening over the edge, and I explode, as I feel his cock twitching inside me. I see stars behind my closed lids, as I scream his name over and over like a prayer. For what feels like hours, I float on the edge of consciousness, feeling like my soul has straight up left my body, and when I finally come down from the best fucking orgasm of my life Sam carefully lowers me onto the bed. We lay there wrapped in each other’s arms, and after we catch our breath, Sam get’s up going into the bathroom.

  He comes back out a moment later with a damp washcloth, and my eyes snag on his quickly rehardening cock. Fuck me, this boy has me feeling so desired, its unbelievable. He gives me a sexy smirk, and takes the time to carefully clean me up, causing a blush to spread across my cheeks, before settling himself between my thighs. He keeps his eyes on mine as he grinds his hips against me, causing his hard cock to slide between my still throbbing lips, making me desperate for him all over again. "Get ready for a long night baby, I'm not finished with you just yet."

  Lilith

  I wake up the next morning with Sam's arms wrapped tight
ly around my waist, and I can't stop the smile that spreads across my face, as memories of the night before flash through my mind. I have a dull ache between my thighs, but it’s the best kind of ache possible, last night was fucking amazing. I reach up, feeling the pendant at my throat, and the feeling of being loved washes over me. I may have been mad at them for being idiots, but I really do fucking love these guys.

  I feel Sam begin to stir behind me, and I turn in his arms, planting a soft kiss on his nose, taking in the soft look on his face. "Morning sleepy head." He chuckles at me, reaching up and placing a stray strand of hair behind my ear, studying my face like I’m the most precious thing in the world. "Good morning my beautiful girl, how are you feeling today?"

  "A lot better thanks to you, last night was exactly what I needed, so thank you for being there, and making me feel better." He gives me a gentle smile, pulling my head down onto his chest, and burying his nose in my hair, just breathing me in with a sound of contentment. I bask in the feelings he evokes in me, knowing that I’m one lucky girl to have such a kind and caring man who loves me. We lay there together without saying a word, enjoying each other's company, and not wanting to move from the soft confines of the bed. I could seriously spend forever wrapped up in his arms, and I would die a happy girl, all of my guys make me so sappy. I turn into a teenager with a schoolgirl crush around them, but it feels really fucking good to be happy, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.

  Letting out a sigh, I decide to get up and face the music with the guys, not knowing what kind of mood they will be in this morning. I hope last night gave them the chance to think over what I said. I hate being mad at them, but it seems to be the only way I can get them to listen to me. Throwing on some denim shorts and a strappy top, I let Sam guide me out the door, knowing he can sense my hesitation. I give him a playful pout causing him to chuckle at me, and I grumble to myself as we walk towards the stairs. I start to get really nervous, wondering what I should say to the guys to make this all better, but come up blank. I really do understand that they’re just worried about me, but I need them to trust me. I’ve already changed so much since I found out the truth about myself, and they need to understand that I can handle things. I might seem like I’m not handling things great, but being hysterical is really just a force of habit, it’s what’s expected from women, and I’m used to trying to behave the way people expect. When we near the top of the stairs, I take a calming breath, trying to tell myself that I can do this, before taking the first step down.

  I make my way down the stairs with Sam at my back, anxiously fidgeting with the bottom of my shorts, keeping my head down. I probably look scared out of my wits right now, but it’s more that I don’t want to have to prove that I can handle the hard stuff, I want them to know I can do this shit. Reaching the living room, I find the rest of my guys sitting there, looking like they didn’t sleep a wink last night, if the bags under their eyes are anything to go by. "Hey guys, good morning, how are you all feeling?" Their eyes all swing to me at the same time with matching grins in place on their faces, and Gale opens his mouth to tease me. "Oh I don't know little miss banshee, are you okay? Sure you don't have a sore throat from screaming Sammy boys name? Or maybe a sore pussy from the pounding you took? If so, I could totally kiss it better for you, it would be an honor."

  I saunter towards him with a grin on my face, slapping him on the back of the head, before sitting myself down in his lap. “Don’t be mean casanova, you don’t need to be jealous, you know I love you all equally. Even if you’re major fucking arseholes, you’re my fucking arseholes. Now give me a kiss.” I grin down at him waiting patiently for his kiss, and he doesn’t disappoint stealing my lips in a heated kiss, which leaves me breathless. When he pulls away, he throws a cocky grin in my direction, and I shock him when I grab his shirt, pulling him back to my lips. I turn so I’m straddling him as I deepen the kiss, grinding my hips against his growing bulge, making him moan into my mouth, as he grabs my waist in a tight grip. I feel my own grin stretching against his lips, enjoying how much control I have over him, and how easily I make him lose his cool.

  He holds me still as he presses against me, drawing a moan from me, and causing my back to arch, pressing my breasts against his hard chest. We both get lost in each other, completely oblivious to the audience surrounding us, until a throat clears behind us, we both pull away from each other breathless, and Gale whispers into my ear. “That sweet pussy will be mine, very, very soon babygirl.” A shiver courses down my spine at the promise in his words, and I turn back to the others, finding them staring at us with lust filled gazes.

  I move off of Gale onto the seat beside him, feeling my cheeks heating up, and I look towards the others, finding them avoiding my gaze with sheepish expressions. I decide to be the bigger person, and let out a deep sigh, preparing to confront the situation head on. There’s no point in beating around the bush, being awkward around each other, that isn’t going to help solve this shit, and to be perfectly honest I’m tired of arguing with them. If this guy they were talking about is as dangerous as they were saying, then us fighting with each just gives him ways to get through our defences, we already know that we’re a lot stronger working together.

  “Look guys, I know you didn’t intentionally hurt me, so why don’t we all act like adults here. I’ll forgive you right now, but from now on no matter how we think the other person is going to react, we talk about things. I want us to be able to trust each other no matter what, and even though I struggle to open up to anyone, I’m going to try my best to always be honest with you all. Which means if I’m struggling with anything, then I’ll talk to you all about it instead of freaking the fuck out. But that means if you guys find something out, no matter how trivial it may seem to you, we still talk about it together. I’m not going to lie and say I’ll take everything well, but at least we’ll be able to work through it together, that’s what this whole mate thing is about, doing everything together. I really thought you guys wanted to come out here because you wanted to spend time with me and let me recover, so finding out it was all some elaborate excuse to get me away from the house hurt me. If you guys had just told me about everything, then I would have understood, and I wouldn’t feel like you were just trying to get me out of the way. I know that with there being eight of us that we’re not always going to agree on things, but that just makes it even more important to communicate, otherwise this thing will never work.”

  I watch my words slowly sinking in, and the regretful expressions crossing the guys faces. My aim wasn’t to make them feel guilty, I just wanted them to understand how I felt finding out about all of this only after they got me out the way, and only because I overheard them. I would never hide something this important for them, and it would be nice to know that they would show me the same respect. The only one to say anything to me is Tae, and he sounds completely defeated. “You’re right, again. We should’ve listened to you, the only thing you’ve really asked of us is, not to hold anything back from you. It was a really poor judgement call on our side, and we’ve got to work harder to not make the same mistakes. It turns out we’re more stuck in our ways than I thought we were, but we’re going to make a conscious effort in actually listening to you. We all spoke last night, while you were…otherwise engaged, and came to the conclusion that you’ll never feel like part of the team if we don’t actually include you, so I just want to let you know that we’re all really fucking sorry kitten. We can be really fucking dense sometimes, but we never want you to feel unimportant ever again.”

  I give him a soft smile, thankful that we’ve finally got everything sorted and we’re finally on the same page, I don’t want us to be down each others throats all the time, it’s fucking seriously unhealthy. Plus I don’t like being mad at my guys, they’ve already helped me with more than they’ll ever know, and I don’t want them to feel like I don’t appreciate everything they’ve done for me. We’ve all got a lot to learn about the dynamics of things now,
but I know that we’ll get through this shit together, and get there in the end. I can see the relief on their faces, and it makes me feel kind of bad for my reaction in the first place. But I’m really not asking for much from them, just honesty and to be treated like my opinion matters. I guess I can’t really fault them for how they were, I haven’t exactly made any of this easy on them. Hell my reactions have been all over the place since I found out the truth, I’m not surprised they didn’t think I could handle more.

  “I get it, honestly I do. None of you need to apologise anymore, we’re still trying to figure all this shit out together, and we’re bound to make mistakes. Not that I’m saying I won’t overreact ever again, but we will figure it all out. We’ve got all the time in the world to get there, and the mistakes we make along the way, are just a learning curve.”

  Go me, sounding all philosophical and shit, this bitch has grown! I know we're going to struggle with all our differences, but I have a feeling in my gut that it’s all going to be worth it in the end, that they’ll be worth it. Sometimes I forget that we’ve been together for such a short amount of time, I’m just so fucking comfortable with them all, I seriously don’t think I’ve ever been as happy as these guys make me, so even if we have to go through some shit, I know that we’re worth fighting for.

  Lilith

  Later that night after we’ve all had something to eat, and are relaxing together in the living room, I get a phone call from an unknown number. I hesitate for a moment staring at the screen, before answering the call, there is an unfamiliar male voice on the other end. “Hello, is this Lilith Ashmedai?” His voice almost sounds ancient, with how scratchy and brittle it sounds giving me pause over who could be trying to get in touch with me. “Yes it is, can I ask who's calling?” The guys all turn to me with curious expressions, stopping what they’re doing incase I need them for anything.