Black Light- Defended

by Golden Angel

  Melody's eyes rounded, picking up on his implication without any difficulty, which made him chuckle. Her reading material must be extremely interesting. "My temperature? No, Daddy, you don't need to do that, I feel fine!"

  Even though she was saying the right words, there was no mistaking the excitement in her voice. It was mixed with a bit of apprehension, but she didn't appear to be anywhere near saying either of her safe words. Kawan's own anticipation spiraled higher. This scene was all about finding out more of what Melody liked and what she responded to.

  So far a little bit of pain, nipple clamps, role play, and anal play were all definitely on the table. And he already knew from last week that she enjoyed spankings.

  Picking up the thick glass thermometer—thicker than a regular thermometer, although much smaller in diameter than all but the smallest of the plugs—Kawan put just a drop of lubricant on the tip of it and then smeared it over the surface. It was small enough not to need much. When he looked at Melody again, she was staring at the implement, appearing to be mesmerized by his preparations.

  "That's much too big to go under my tongue, Daddy," she said when she saw him looking at her. She pouted at him, and he almost laughed. "And what did you put on it? I hope it doesn't taste bad."

  "Oh, it's not going in your mouth, baby girl," he said, adding a little leer as he moved back between her legs. "I can get a much more accurate reading of your temperature this way."

  "Ohhh, Daddy, nooo, please!" she protested, sounding more gleeful than upset. Kawan could only shake his head, pressing his lips together to keep from smiling. He was definitely going to have to set up some kind of scene where she could work out the non-consensual fantasies she apparently had. He was looking forward to playing the big bad Daddy taking advantage of a sweet little girl.

  "This will only hurt if you fight it," he said, managing to sound stern, placing one hand atop her mound to hold her in place so he could begin to insert the thermometer into the little puckered star of her anus.

  The cool, slick rod pushed inside of Melody easily, making her gasp at the sensation.

  It didn't hurt at all.

  In fact, it felt shockingly good. Different—so different from having something enter her pussy. Fuller. More invasive. There was a bit of a sting as it slid deeper, but in a good way. The same way her nipples stung whenever Daddy tugged on the clamps.

  "Oooh, Daddy..." she gasped as he twisted it inside of her, spinning it. Her bottom clenched, trying to stop the movement, which only made the sensation more intense. Tossing her head, Melody shuddered as her back arched.

  Pumping it back and forth, Daddy fucked her with the thermometer, letting her feel every inch of it. His hand pressing down on her mound, holding her in position, wasn't enough to give her clit any stimulation, but it still added to the overall mix of pleasurable sensations running through her. The tool was long and rigid, not too thick, but definitely not something she could ever ignore. There was a sense of perversity about it, part of her brain felt like it was so wrong to be feeling anything there and that made her love it even more.

  When he slid the warmed glass back out of her, Melody was left panting. She wasn't aching for another orgasm again, but she was feeling far needier than she should considering she'd just had a major climax five minutes before. The loss of everything inside of her made her want to whimper.

  "Normal temperature," Daddy said, barely glancing at it, because checking her temperature wasn't truly the point anyway. Melody wrinkled her nose at him.

  "I told you I was fine," she sassed, feeling bolder than before. And maybe a little because she wanted to see what he would do.

  Smack!

  Daddy's hand slapped against the top of her pussy, making her shriek in surprise and pain. The sting wasn't actually terrible, but it was definitely enough to make her sit up and take notice. Well, if she could have sat up. As it was, she jerked against her restraints at the shock of it.

  Her pussy tingled hotly and Melody wasn't sure if it was because the smack had hurt or because some perverse part of her wanted him to do it again.

  "Don't be sassy, baby girl," Kawan said sternly, giving Melody a look that made her bite her lower lip. Her cheeks were flushed, with arousal and embarrassment. "You're in enough trouble as it is. I was going to start you off with the small plug, but I think maybe the next size up will make you think twice about mouthing off."

  Actually, he was lying about that. He'd never intended to use the smallest of the plugs—it was barely bigger than his finger and about the same diameter as the thermometer, but she didn't know that. Considering the direction she was taking the scene with her pleas and protests, he had a feeling that she'd enjoy feeling like she was being punished with a larger size plug.

  Her eyes got even wider as her breathing picked up, making the chain resting on her stomach rattle slightly with the movement of her breasts. It was a beautiful sight. Her nipples were now a dark, dusky rose and swollen in the confines of the clamps, the pink folds of her pussy were glistening with the juices from her orgasm, and the skirt bunched around her hips and her thigh highs framed her bare pussy perfectly. Between her cheeks, he could see the little star of her anus, glistening sweetly from the thermometer's use.

  It was a feast for any dominant's eyes and Kawan did his best to commit it to memory.

  "No, Daddy, please, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"

  "Then this will be a good lesson for you about saying things you don't mean," he said mildly, working lube over the surface of the rubber toy. In fact, he suspected she'd been testing him with her sassy response. Testing her boundaries.

  He certainly wasn't going to disappoint her by letting her get away with it.

  "Ooooh... Daddy..." She drew out the word, turning it into a moan as he pushed the plug against her rosebud. The first few centimeters sank in easily, stretching the little hole quickly, before he met any resistance. She gasped, pushing upward and away from the plug.

  This time, instead of using his hand to hold her in place, Kawan leaned forward and lowered his mouth to her wet pussy. Melody cried out as his tongue slid up the center of her folds, tasting her sweetness. He pulled the plug out slightly before pushing it back in, working it back and forth while he began to delicately explore her pussy with his tongue.

  She tasted liked sweet heaven and he groaned against all that decadent softness.

  "Daddy... oh god... Daddy... ooooh... please..." Melody's hips moved up and down, trying to get more stimulation from his tongue and simultaneously pushing herself further onto the plug. The only way for her to get what she wanted was to also take the toy deeper into her tight little hole. It wasn't the worst predicament to be in, but it wasn't entirely easy for her either.

  Especially since Kawan didn't intend to let her come again anytime soon.

  In fact, he was going to make sure that the next time she came, it was on his cock.

  The assault of sensation was utterly sinful.

  The burning stretch of her tightest hole trying to accommodate the plug wasn't enough to deter her movements. She could feel it going deeper every time her hips moved down, trying to get her clit closer to Daddy's tongue. It hurt, but it felt so good too. The urge, the need inside of her made the burn not matter as much.

  Her body clenched and pulsed, her pussy quivering emptily even as her bottom was filled.

  She was helpless against her Daddy's skilled oral assault, needy for more even as her tight ring of muscle protested against being stretched so fully. Melody writhed, her toes curling as the plug went deeper.

  There was a sharp, cramping pain that made her cry out, and then it felt like the toy settled inside of her. Melody gasped for air. She felt much fuller than the thermometer had made her feel, making it seem as though there wasn't quite enough room in her lungs to breathe normally.

  Or maybe that was just her growing need stealing her breath away.

  Unfortunately, as soon as the toy was securely seated inside of her, Da
ddy lifted his mouth away from her aching pussy, licking his lips. Melody cried out in protest. It didn't matter that he'd already made her come once tonight, she was already desperate for another orgasm. Being partially, perversely, filled by the plug made her feel even wilder.

  She stared at her Daddy in dismay, but he wasn't looking at her. He was undoing the straps on her ankles. Before she could figure out his next move, he had her feet out of the stirrups and she was flipped over so that her upper half was draped across the table, clamped nipples pressed against the surface, and her legs hanging down. Her toes just barely touched the floor.

  "Daddy?"

  "This is what happens to naughty little girls who come without their Daddy's permission."

  SMACK!

  The hard slap of his palm against her bottom made Melody squeal and jerk. Her nipples burned as the tortured buds rubbed against the table, the sensation almost too much to bear. The clamps had made them ultra-sensitive. At the same time, her bottom clenched around the plug, so that it felt even larger inside of her.

  SMACK!

  His hand crashed down on the other cheek and Melody threw her head back, shuddering as she cried out.

  Her whole body was a confusing mix of sensations, a chaotic tumble of pleasure and pain and she was starting to mix the two up again.

  SMACK!

  Her bottom stung.

  SMACK!

  Her nipples throbbed.

  SMACK!

  Her pussy clenched.

  SMACK!

  It felt so good.

  She was Alice, tumbling down the rabbit hole, and she never wanted to leave.

  Although he'd meant to take his time, Kawan found himself turning Melody's bottom a nice, hot pink as quickly as he could, because he was rapidly losing his self-control. Giving himself blue balls was only fun to a point. Now he was beginning to feel quite desperate.

  The taste of her was on his tongue, her moans filled his ears, and she was bucking against his hand with every hard swat on her bottom. The base of the plug with its pink crystal was nestled between her quickly reddening cheeks, moving and dancing as he spanked her and she clenched around it.

  A man could only take so much.

  Quickly pulling off his shirt, he undid the front of his pants before flipping her back onto her back. Melody shuddered as he hooked her legs over his arms, moving his hands up her sides to her breasts. She let out a high cry when he pulled the clamps from her nipples, the head of his cock sliding up and down the wet slit of her pussy. The molten heat of her slick folds nearly unmanned him.

  He licked at one swollen nipple, which was now bright red, and Melody arched her back upwards.

  "Daddy... oh, Daddy, please," she begged.

  "Does my baby girl need to come?" he asked, rocking his hips and running the underside of his cock over her clit. As soon as he asked the question, he sucked her nipple into his mouth, eliciting another desperate cry from her.

  "Yes! Daddy, please!"

  Kawan let his hips move back, the head of his cock sliding down her body to her entrance, and then he thrust forward. He groaned as she shuddered and gasped at the invasion. Her silken heat enveloped him, muscles clenching and massaging his cock as he sank into her. She was so wet, so slick and ready for him, that he was able to slide fully into her with one long, slow thrust.

  "Oh, Daddy... oh, Daddy..." Melody shuddered, her pussy spasming around him as he buried himself inside of her up to the hilt. He could feel her muscles straining, shuddering as they adjusted to their new dimensions, fitting her sheathe around his cock. She panted for breath, arching slightly, and Kawan moved his mouth to her other nipple, distracting himself from how incredibly hot and wet and good she felt by concentrating on her breasts.

  Then he began to move.

  He knew he wasn't going to last long, but it didn't matter. He could tell that his little Melody was already on the brink of another orgasm. With her legs spread wide by his arms, her body completely open to him, Kawan thrust hard and fast, making sure to grind against her clit with every deep stroke.

  Oh god...

  Daddy was inside of her, filling her completely. Her muscles strained as she panted for breath, sensations cascading through her as he moved. The hot wet mouth on her nipples soothed the stinging burn that the clamps had left behind, the plug in her bottom jostled and bumped with every thrust, and Melody's pussy was clamping down so hard around her Daddy's cock that she was almost shocked he could still move.

  Melody moaned, lifting her hips as much as she was able to meet his thrusts. It wasn't very much. Daddy had complete control over her, keeping her spread wide, pressing her down against the table with every thrust. It made a hot, sloppy, wet sound as he pounded in and out of her; she was so wet that there was no resistance to his hard, fast strokes. She wanted to wrap her legs around his body, but she couldn't.

  The power he had over her was everything she'd ever fantasized about.

  "Daddy..." Her voice came out in a high-pitched plea. "Daddy, I'm going to come!"

  "That's it, baby girl," Daddy said, his voice deep and demanding. He thrust in hard, his body pressing against her pussy lips, and he rotated his hips, rubbing himself against all of her sensitive flesh, grinding against her clit. "Cum all over Daddy's cock."

  It was the hottest thing any man had ever said to her and Melody threw back her head as her orgasm exploded. Hot bliss unraveled her, Daddy's cock pumping relentlessly as she screamed with pleasure. Her muscles clenched around them, increasing both of their pleasure, and from what seemed like a great distance she could hear her Daddy's hoarse pants as he thickened and hardened inside of her.

  The overwhelming rush of sensation made her feel faint, and she sobbed as he slammed into her, holding himself deep inside. Her muscles pulsed, clasping him tightly, pulling at his cock, and she could actually feel him throbbing against the tight walls of her pussy as he emptied himself into her. Shuddering with small climaxes, she slowly descended into a blissful haze under her Daddy's warm body.

  Satiated. Content. And utterly fulfilled.

  Chapter 13

  It didn't take much coaxing to convince Melody to come home with him, although she did beg that he hold off on the rest of the orgasms he owed her. She couldn’t take any more.

  Kawan was genuinely a bit worried about her state of being after the scene. She was almost like a pliable doll during aftercare, smiling and blinking but barely responding verbally to anything. She didn't even flinch when he removed the plug. She fell asleep while he was holding her, allowing him to cuddle her to his heart's content.

  And it was his heart that was involved. Already. It wasn't so much that he was falling in love already, but that he could see the potential there. From their conversations over the past week to how well their kinks were lining up, he was almost shocked at how well they fit together. Thinking about Alexander and Sienna, and Connor and Ella, he couldn't help but think that maybe there was something magical about Black Light, even when it wasn't Roulette night.

  When they got back to his place, he carried her inside, stripped her down naked, and got her tucked into his bed. Watching her roll onto her side and hug one of his pillows, he couldn't help but smile. He'd been a little worried about sub drop after such an intense scene, but if she was having a drop, she was sleeping right through it.

  After taking care of his usual nightly routine, and setting out a fresh toothbrush for Melody, pink of course, Kawan slid into bed beside her.

  Immediately, she abandoned the pillow for his warmth, snuggling into his side like she belonged there.

  He was starting to feel like she did.

  "Melody. Baby girl. You need to wake up." The deep voice was soft. Gentle. So was the hand rubbing her shoulder. The combination slowly lifted her up out of sleep, bringing her back to her body.

  Her deliciously, delightfully, sore body.

  When she shifted, brushing her nipples against the sheet covering her, she could feel how sensitive they s
till were. Her bottom was also sore, inside and out. And her pussy... still tender, in such a wonderful way. The kind of ache that would remind her of fabulous sex for the rest of the day, every time she moved. Maybe even into tomorrow.

  Smiling, she opened her eyes and looked up to see Kawan bending over her. That was definitely a nice sight to wake up to. Melody blinked, her brow furrowing as she realized she wasn't still dreaming.

  "Where am I?"

  The question received a chuckle. "My house, remember? I was worried about you driving yourself home last night."

  "Oh yeah." She stretched and realized she was naked under the sheets. Feeling impish she looked up at him. Unlike her, he was fully dressed, in a fitted t-shirt and jeans. Before she could think of a way to ask if he was into morning sex, he was already speaking again.

  "I was going to let you sleep longer, but your phone has been going off like crazy for the past few minutes. I've started breakfast too." He dropped a kiss on her lips and then pointed to the other side of the room. "I put some clothes out on the dresser for you and the bathroom is right through there. The pink toothbrush is yours."

  One more kiss to her lips and then he straightened up. Melody already wanted to call him Daddy again. She couldn't think of anything he hadn't taken care of. Except...

  "Where's my phone?" she asked as he walked to the door.

  "Down in the living room in your purse," he said, giving her a wink before closing the door.

  Melody wondered if she should be mad that he'd left the phone downstairs instead of bringing it up with him. Of course, he would have had to go through her purse to do so. She decided that she liked him respecting her personal items. Better that he leave the phone alone rather than going through her stuff. As attracted as she was to him, as much as she really liked him, they'd really only known each other for a couple weeks now and had actually been talking for less than that.