by Wyatt, Dani
“Come now, babygirl.”
An orgasm takes me hard as my body shakes and twists against the spoon handle, fucking me until I’m spent, then he withdraws the foreign object, letting me go and I fall in a crumpled heap on the floor at his feet.
I can't even summon a smile as he stands over me. All delicious, bearded Daddy dominance. He reaches for the belt, loosening it and slipping it from my neck, then sliding both arms underneath me, he draws me up against his chest and carries me to the bedroom. I lie on my back, spreading my arms and legs wide. He shackles my wrists to the newly installed hooks on the bedposts, and my legs to the foot of the bed.
Then he strips, climbs over me, forces his cock straight inside my pussy. He fucks me hard and fast, chasing his pleasure with little regard to mine. Still, he makes me come four times until I'm begging for him to stop and let me rest.
And only then does he give me the gift of his cum.
* * *
When I wake up, it’s still dark outside. I'm in bed, the comforter tucked tight around my naked body. My hair is still damp from the shower Jackson gave me after our fucking. He put me on my knees in the shower, then showered me in a different way.
The warm stream he released on me made me feel that odd fever dreamy sensation again. I watched as the liquid left his body, running down my chest and he told me again that I belong to him. I’m his to do as he pleases.
It was humiliating. And exhilarating.
How could I allow it?
No, how could I like it?
But I did. Just another way he marked his territory. Then he rinsed me off and held me in his lap.
He soaped my body and massaged my shoulders. His fingers slipped into my pussy, washing me tenderly before he carried me to bed. He left, then came back with an enormous ice cream sundae. He fed me and we shared the decadent dessert.
He left to go finish some work in his office and I read and watched movies until he came back and said it was bedtime.
I fell asleep with his seemingly eternally hard cock tucked between my ass cheeks.
Suddenly, I jerk upright in bed, the comforter twisted around my naked body. It’s quiet.
“Daddy?”
He doesn't answer. I’m alone in bed, and it doesn’t feel right. How quickly I’ve come to expect him next to me, inside of me, with me in some way.
I slide out of bed and pull on a light blue negligee that wraps around my waist with a silk belt.
I step into the living room, but I hear nothing but the soft hum of the air conditioning. “Daddy?” I call out louder this time.
Padding barefoot down another hallway, I catch my reflection in the mirror. A wild and tangle-haired girl in a negligee, such a contrast to the virgin in the sweet lavender dress that invited the knight in shining armor in for a slice of red velvet cake.
I like what I see. I like what I have become.
I feel safe. Powerless and powerful at the same time.
I approach his open office door and see him standing at the windows, staring into the darkness outside. He’s wearing nothing, such a monolith of a man, white strands of hair at his temples, all reminding me how different we are.
Worlds apart. He's forty-one and I'm nineteen. He’s monster-sized and I’m snack-sized, as he says. It’s perfect. It’s safe. I know that he’ll always protect me.
He whirls around, startled, then when he sees it’s me a slight smile curves the corner of his magnificent mouth. “What are you doing up, princess?”
My eyes drop down his thick body, his long cock, a rare sight for me when it’s not full erect hanging between his muscled thighs.
“I'm thinking about how different we are.”
He steps forward running his hand over the dark hair on his chest. “And?”
“It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
His cock twitches to life. “Come here, baby girl. I want to show you just how perfect we are...”
Chapter 17
Jackson
She falls to her knees, letting the blue fabric slip off and I growl, grabbing the edge of my desk as she catches my cock in her mouth my balls in her hand.
Her eyes are on me as her lips stretch over the thick shaft and glide toward the base. I hold her head, pushing farther in, feeling the back of her throat tense then hearing the gurgling gag as she chokes.
I don’t relent. Her throat is in training as is the rest of her. She’s struggling, I ease forward feeling her tonsils on the tip of my dick and the guttural wet sounds of her straining to breathe around the massive man-meat plug in her throat.
I have inches left to give her but when she starts to kick her feet and strain against my grip on the back of her head, I ease out. Spit hangs from her bottom lip as she looks up at me.
“You look so happy down there.”
“I am. But I'm sorry, I still can’t fit all of you in my mouth,” she says whipping the back of her hand over her saliva coated chin.
“I like it that way. I have to say I enjoy hearing you choke. Knowing you are doing that for me.” I assure her with soft pats on the top of her head. “I know there’s other places where I’ll be able to fit, baby girl.”
She returns her warm mouth to my balls, sucking them one at a time then I reach down and lift them and her eyes look up again questioning.
“Get your tongue under there. Lick just behind my balls, you’ll feel a ridge running down the center of the skin. That’s a sensitive place. A place for good girls to lick.” She smiles and goes in with gusto, her tongue flicking and lapping making the nerves come alive. “That’s my princess. Doing what you are told, making Daddy happy.”
I close my eyes, feeling her tongue work its magic wondering how I got so fucking lucky.
Finally, she pulls back, looking up into my eyes. “Yummy, Daddy.” She licks around the head of my leaking cock like it’s her favorite flavor of ice cream.
Her face is blushed but fresh without any make-up. Her hair a mess. She looks so young. So fragile.
She moans when my pre-cum spills onto her tongue. She sucks the head hard and her lips smack on the swollen tip.
Holding the back of her head, I thrust into her mouth. The window to my left gives me an expansive sight of the Manhattan skyline, flickering with billions of lights.
Her small hands glide to my hips. Then my balls, down my legs. They are everywhere and I’m on the brink but want something else from her tonight.
I drag my cock from her mouth, then reach down and pull her up by the arms with such force, Her feet leave the ground.
I lift her higher, then slam her body against the all-glass wall shoving myself between her legs.
“Get your legs around my back.” I grit out as her arms lock around my neck.
My cock pushes its way into her. Her cunt still so tight, it’s a breath holding struggle to get inside her warm snatch.
She moans, her eyes tight. It’s like taking her virginity every single goddamned time.
She cries out as her pussy opens. I pump hard, my balls slapping against her.
Pinning her wrists on either side of her, the glass wall behind as I slam against her. If anyone were to see us from the other side, they’d see her pretty round ass smashed to the glass.
I curl my hips against her until she's shuddering and spasming around my cock. Her juices soak my balls, making the smacking sound louder, filling the room with the sounds and scent of us.
“You can come, little one.” I drive into her over and over until she crashes over the edge. Her voice cracks as her orgasm catapults through her, squeezing me like a vise, her warm honey streaming down as I pull back and I lower her to the floor. I don’t give her time to relax. “I’m not done with you. Get up.”
Grabbing her arms, I jerk her back to her feet, flipping her around and pressing her face onto the glass, facing the night skyline from the seventy-first floor.
“This is scary.” Her words sound breathless and frightened.
“Don’t be afra
id, I’ll always keep you safe.” I bite her neck, holding my cock up behind her ass cheeks.
“But what if the glass gives way? We’ll fall seventy floors…” she whispers as I nudge her back entrance with my cock head, and she wriggles back onto it.
“I’ll never let anything bad happen to you, baby. I’ll always be here.”
A bottle of lube in the desk drawer comes quickly to hand, and I generously squirt it out onto my cock and between her ass cheeks. Then I yank her around, lifting her onto the desk.
“I want to see your pretty face when I take you this way for the first time, baby girl. Every hole, mine. It’s going to feel strange, but you can do it. Remember the plug?”
She lifts her legs higher and falls back on the desk, nodding. “Yes, Daddy, I trust you.”
“Good girl.”
Spreading her legs wide, I push the head of my cock into place and I see her tense. I wait, reining it in. Not exerting more pressure until she’s relaxed.
“Let me in, baby. That’s my home you’re squeezing shut on me.”
Her plea is a shattered whimper. “I’m scared…”
She’s trusting me with all of her and I know it’s my job to earn that trust from her, every day.
Holding her thighs up, I ease forward, then pause again, watching.
The emotions flicker across her beautiful face. “Oww! It stings…” Her mouth falls open and she squints one eye shut.
“You are my best girl. Don’t ever forget that, baby.”
More pressure as she hisses and covers her cheeks with her hands.
My patience with her will be infinite and I’m showing my restraint right now.
I shift forward, feeling her tighten, then relax, and when she does, I slip in another inch, hold still, then another, until her tiny body has taken nearly all of me. Her spine arches as I hold myself inside her.
“Good girl. You’ve been very brave. I’m almost all the way in.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
“You like me fucking your ass don’t you?”.
Pleasure makes her cheeks flush.
Her eyes close and I can’t bear it. “Look at me, baby. Look at Daddy.”
She does. I grind my teeth. The butt plug has done its job, training her so this doesn’t cause her harm or agonizing pain. Slowly, I burrow in, starting to pulse in and out in a slow rhythm, and before long she's clawing at my shoulders and chest. Her head thrashes against the desk, her hair a wild mess as my balls press to her pussy.
I growl down at her. “Naughty girl. You love a cock in your ass, I knew you would.”
She whines with every thrust, her pussy dribbling so much juice it seeps down over my cock.
Tremors rock her body, and the sight of her whining and gasping, tears rolling down her cheeks, tips my orgasm over the edge, shocking me with its ferocious culmination.
I relish the waves scorching my skin, my balls, my cock, as my cum erupts and fills her.
I rock with the spasms of my climax, holding her small, limp body up against me. Crushing her, holding her face in my hands as my cock erupts and I know I’ll never let her go. I’ve known since that first night, but now, it’s so real, I know she will be everything to me. Even my wife.
I'm still holding her tight ass on my cock, when I walk to the bathroom and slowly place her on her feet in the shower. She looks at me with reverence as I warm the water and step inside next to her while I rub soap between her cheeks and down her legs. Cleaning us both before wrapping her in a huge white robe.
She moans as she attempts to walk. “Oh, it hurts, Daddy…”
I slip my arms around her and lift. Carrying her to the bed, she winces as I lay her down.
“Are you hurt, baby? Or, it hurts. There’s a difference.”
“It hurts. Not a lot, but a little. It’s just a funny feeling. Like you’re sort of still in there…” She smiles with her eyes closed. “But it feels so good to know you are taking care of me now. All of me.”
My chest tightens, and in that moment, I know I'm ready for more. A lot more.
Pulling open my nightstand drawer, I unlatch the hidden compartment and the bottom of the drawer flicks apart, revealing a long, black-velvet case and a smaller, red square one.
Pulling out the longer box, I hold it out to her.
“What's this?”
“Something else so you will know you are mine.”
Her eyes light up and she snaps the box open. A gasp leaves her lips as the light hits the diamond collar.
A wide band of pure white gold, with rows of one-carat diamonds banded together.
“Are you kidding me?”
“You're my little girl, my baby, my own to love and cherish…you deserve the best.”
She’s teary-eyed as I lean over her and clasp the flat choker-like band around her neck. “This is a collar. It says that you belong to me.”
She reaches for my neck and pulls my mouth onto hers. Her sweet kiss is full of longing. But her sobs are what make me pull away.
“Why are you crying?” There’s a hint of fear on her face. “I'm right here. I'm all yours too, baby. You want me to wear a collar too? Will that make you feel better?” I’m relieved when she smiles.
She chokes on a laugh and wipes her tears away. “It’s just…I didn’t expect to fall so deep so fast…and it’s scary.”
I can’t wait anymore. I reach for the other square box in my drawer. She needs to see I mean business. My little girl needs to see how serious I am. I hand her the box and she gasps, shaking her head.
I can guess what she's thinking. “It’s not an engagement ring. Just open it.”
Biting her lip, she flicks it open.
There, in folds of velvet, is a ring that matches the collar. A wide band of huge diamonds set in white gold.
I pull it out of the box and slide it onto her finger. “You know what this is?”
“You said it’s not an engagement ring, so it isn’t,” she says with a laugh, and I chuckle.
“That’s right, baby. This is a promise ring. With this ring…” I press my lips to her finger and the ring. “I thee promise.” Tears pool in her eyes, and I can tell she's stunned. “To stand by you. Always. Believe in me. I'm here. For as long as we both shall live.”
Chapter 18
Chastity
Diary Entry…Today Ten AM
Dear Diary,
I'm glowing and I know it.
It feels like people are looking at me, as if they can sense that I have a light around me.
It has little to do with that diamond promise ring around my finger, or the memory of that stunning diamond collar that I left in the velvet case back home.
It’s more that Daddy has filled with me so much cum since we fucked the first time, every day I wonder if his baby is already growing inside me. ‘A baby in my baby.’ As he says.
He’s cooking breakfast and I can smell the cinnamon French toast, so I better get going. I’m starving and he always feeds me at breakfast. I love that we are already growing our own sort of traditions together. We still haven’t really been out around a lot of other people so that still bothers me a bit, but he did introduce me to Alice.
She’s wonderful. So sweet and kind to me but she’s a little tough on Daddy which I secretly like. He given her some time off because he wanted us to settle in on our own but I look forward to her coming back. She reminds me a little of my mom or maybe I’m just so starved for someone motherly, I’m projecting.
Okay, gotta go Daddy is calling.
xoxo
* * *
I smile as my phone rings, and I press it to my ear, lowering my voice.
I cover my mouth with my hand trying to keep anyone from hearing me. “Daddy, this is the fifth time you’re calling today, don’t you have work to do?”
“Why are you whispering baby?” When I don’t answer right away, he becomes demanding. “Answer me.”
“I didn’t want to call you Daddy so that people can hear
my office door is open.”
“Baby, nobody matters but us. You believe that, don’t you? We have each other and I’ll always protect you.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Say it louder.”
“Yes…” I clear my throat, blocking out the people around me. “Yes, Daddy,” I say with confidence.
“Good. How are you feeling?”
“Better.”
“Does it still a hurt?”
“Not so much. I like how it feels. I want to do it again,” I whisper, and I hear him growl on the other end.
“You’re making Daddy hard, you know that? It’s not good to distract me so I can’t get any work done.”
“Tell me and I’ll be there, Daddy. Standing in front of you, bent over, spreading my legs…wide…wider….”
“Jesus, baby. Why can’t I get enough of you? What if I never do?”
“I hope you never do.”
“I want you too, baby girl, but I'm running late for meeting. I just wanted to hear your voice first. Call if you need me.”
“Of course. I’ll be here when you get back. Till then, I’ll be a good girl, I promise.”
“You’d better be. You know I’ll be checking to make sure. Be good. Make me proud.”
I love when he says that.
I hang up and smile to myself as I look back at my computer screen concentrating on the video I’m working on for the anime clothing company.
My phone rings again and I smile, thinking it will Jack again, but, I look down to see Sasha’s cell number on the phone screen.
A grin spreads across my face. So much has happened while she’s been on vacation. She’s the closest thing I have to a friend here and I hope she will be happy for me…
“Hey. How’s your vaca—”
“Hope you’re happy back stabber,” she cuts me off.
“Sorry?” I reply. “Sasha?”
“You played this perfectly. Little innocent teenager from West Virginia Nowhere.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Stop the act.”
