by Lucy Lixx
“Say it again.” He hissed at me with my nipple between his teeth, and he sucked on it, pulling it lightly before moving to the other.
“I said fuck me, Daddy.” I nearly growled this time, feeling him twitch as much as I felt him moan around my nipple. His hands went to my breasts, massaging them as he kissed my neck. His teeth sunk in, in a gentle bite, mixing pain and pleasure as I arched from the brick wall.
“That’s right, little one.” He said, and then his hand worked on releasing his cock from his now straining gym shorts. The long, thick, rod-iron member that I had come to love was now out, and he had my leg up and wrapped around his hip as his cock was pushed at my entrance.
“Ready baby?” He teased me, but there was no ready about it.
He lifted my leg up, putting my heel on his shoulder, forcing me into a split as he forced his cock deep inside of me, making me moan louder as I shivered, shaking my head at the pleasure he caused when he entered me so sharply. I was sure that I would have screamed as pleasure consumed me, and we were once in a new position I never imagined my body possible of contorting into without him, but his lips were on mine, swallowing every cry of pleasure in that gut wrenching kiss. My leg was starting to ache, and my hands went to Ivan’s shoulders, but his strong hands took mine, forcing them up and over my head as well.
“Daddy…” I cried out, feeling him throb deep inside of me with the word, as he had me under his control, and it was exhilarating to know that he was in control.
To know that he would give me every orgasm that I wanted, and with that thought an orgasm crashed through me. I shivered, and my pussy clenched around his cock as my toes curled, one on tip toe, the other over his shoulder and one foot arched delicately over his back as my hands tightened into fists. There was no use straining, but I couldn’t help it as I arched into him, pressing my nipples harder into his chest.
I was sure that it was only the way he was holding me that kept me from falling down in exhaustion right then and there, but Daddy continued to fuck in and out of me. He kept pushing himself all the way out and back in, almost teasingly as I rode out my orgasm, and that’s when Daddy started to fuck me harder. He started to thrust shallower but faster, bringing me to the edge of orgasm again.
“Say it again.” he said, and I moaned, calling out Daddy again as he came deep inside of me, and he bit into my neck.
Once again, pain and pleasure mixed together in an almost intoxicating way that only he seemed to be able to bring me, as he helped me recover myself, as I stood on shaky legs, workout pants around my ankle with his come leaking from me. He stared into my eyes, and I stared into his. I was still angry, but his gaze was lustful, still hungry. I knew that I could get answers from him tonight, but I also knew that it’d have to wait.
“Be at my place at six.” He said, and I nodded as he handed me my things.
He watched as I got dressed, and all he had to do was pull up his pants. Ivan seemed to take a pleasure in that, and I just rolled my eyes. I went to the showers. I knew that I’d need one, and there was no way I was driving home with Ivan’s cum dripping out of me. Daddy’s cum. I mused, and for some reason that sent another shiver of pleasure down my spine.
Chapter Seven
I thought that he’d give me answers. Oh how wrong I had been. I had expected him to tell me that he was going to call it off with my mother, but here I was sipping a glass of chilled red wine in his apartment all over again. He asked me if I was planning to stop using the gym during my internship this summer, but I shook my head. He just grinned at that.
“Good.” He said, nodding to himself. “Then I can keep seeing you there as well. I quite like taking you out back.” He teased me, and I tried to control my desire for him, but it was hard to tap down after he had it rising up in me again.
“Are you going to stop seeing my mother?” I quipped back, but he just laughed.
“She’s more my age, and you aren’t willing to date. You’ve said it before, didn’t you?” He said, looking in my eyes as if daring me to change my opinion. He was right. I had told him I wasn’t going to date.
“No, no, of course not, Daddy.” I said with that sweet, sugary voice he liked, but this time with a tinge of sarcasm. I looked down to see his cock start to harden as I called him Daddy. It gave me some sort of perverse pleasure to call him that, and it gave me even more pleasure to see him react the way he did. Silence fell between us, and I was lost in my own thoughts for a moment.
*
“Do you want to date?” He asked, and I had shaken my head.
“I’m not looking for something that complicated.” I said, going back to kissing his shoulders and down his chest.
My manicured nails dug into his back, and he hissed in pleasure as I ground against him. It would only be a matter of time before he laid back, letting me take his cock into me at my own pace. He had long since opened me up to the joys of anal, and I couldn’t wait to feel his hard cock opening up my forbidden hole, making me ache for him. I planned to give him quite the show today, and as if reading my thoughts, he untangled me from him enough to lay down. I was naked, straddling his waist as I reached for the bag I had put on the bed beside us. He looked at me with an amused expression.
“Don’t most girls want complicated?” He teased back, but I just shrugged as I started to lube up his cock.
My hand barely would fit around it, and I shuddered, nearly rethinking what I was about to do, but my pussy was dripping at the thought. I knew after initially getting past the fullness, that I’d start to like it, and he smiled at me, watching. He knew what I was going to do, and he was willing to give up control for now.
“I’m not most girls.” I said, and with that I moved to position him at my ass, starting to work his lubed up cock in and out of me before he grabbed my hips.
He didn’t say anything as he looked at me intently, and I knew even then that being on top of him didn’t mean I had any control. Not like I thought I did, anyway. He thrust up into me, deep and hard. I didn’t try to censor myself as I cried out. The pain ebbed away as he filled me, rocking his hips before I began to rock my own, moving back and forth. I worked every inch of him up and into me, and his hands were keeping me steady, clenching onto my large hips.
With each bounce, rising up and falling back down on his cock, my breasts bounced deliciously. My nipples were hard, begging him to touch them, but Ivan didn’t want to yet. I took the second item from the bag, and I clicked the vibrator to life, pushing it into my pussy as I continued to ride him. I was fuller than I had ever felt before, and I could tell that he could feel the vibrations as well.
He started to fuck deeper into me, slightly pausing when he’d reach my deepest depth at the hilt of each stroke. Pain and pleasure seared through me as I continued to grind back on top. I didn’t think someone could fuck into you when you were on top of them, but he proved me wrong. He often pushed me to my limits, and I could feel myself about to come as I matched his thrusts with softer, slower ones of the small vibrator I had plunging in and out of me at the same time.
*
“So I don’t see why I should stop seeing your mother then.” Ivan’s words snapped me out of my memory, and I could tell he was looking at me, remembering something simpler.
“Because it’s wrong!” I nearly shouted, but he just took my empty glass and refilled it.
“There’s nothing wrong about it. Your mother doesn’t want to be exclusive with me. Not even if we marry she said.” He told me, and I wanted to bite back a reply. I wanted to tell him that it didn’t sound like my mother at all, but it did. Mother believed in free love, but it didn’t sit well with me anymore.
“Do you think she’d tell you the same thing if she knew you were fucking her daughter?” I quipped. “Do you want to be my Daddy?” I teased him harshly, and he chuckled.
“I don’t think she’d want to know. Why did you plan to tell her, baby girl?” He asked, almost daring me too. I knew that if I did we’d b
e done. He’d be done with my mother as well, but I wouldn’t be getting what I wanted.
“I didn’t think so.” He said arrogantly, and I nodded with a small sigh, just sipping the wine.
“So how about some new rules for the little dance we’re doing?” He asked innocently, and I arched an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to continue. This was the very reason that sex was so great with him. We danced together in a way, almost a power struggle, every time we were in the same room. I was sure that neither of us wanted it to end.
“I’m listening.” I prompted, waiting for him to explain more. There was that devilish glint in his eyes that he got every time he introduced me to something new in the bedroom.
“Rule number one is that we don’t tell your mother.” He said, and I eagerly nodded. I didn’t know where this was going, but that was something I could more than agree with.
“Rule number two, you continue to call me Daddy.” He told me. “All the time.” He added, emphasizing each word in the last sentence. I wanted to protest, but I was practically dripping at the idea, and I didn’t need him to point it out to me. I could tell that he could tell.
“Am I clear?” He said, testing the waters. I decided to play.
“Yes, Daddy.” I said sweetly, and his cock was hardening in his pants.
“Anything else, Daddy?” I continued with a voice sweet like honey, tempting him to put any other rules on the table.
“I want you to finally submit to me. When we’re alone and in private. Stop this game, and give me you, baby girl.” He said in a voice that sounded like honey of its own, and I wanted to. I wanted to not worry, but I had a feisty nature about me.
“Why?” I retorted hotly, and he just shook his head looking at me. He put his wine glass down, crooking a finger at me, beckoning me over. For some reason, I went, and I was soon straddling him with is cock straining against his slacks and my dress around my hips. I started to grind myself against that hard bulge, wanting him inside of me, but first we needed to finish this conversation.
“Why, Daddy?” I asked again, almost cooing it, wanting a real answer from him.
“Because then you won’t need to worry, baby girl. You can just let your Daddy take care of everything.” He said, wrapping his fingers in my hair and pulling me closer. His lips were just inches from mien, and I wanted to kiss him. I went to kiss him, but his fingers tightened in my hair, keeping
me from kissing him.
“Say it, baby” He prodded. “Say yes,” He said, and there was that dark, sexual promise in his voice again. I wanted it, and so I closed my eyes. I knew that if I said yes I was turning down a path that I wouldn’t be able to come back from easily. I took a long deep breath before opening my eyes again.
“Yes, Daddy.” I said, and he kissed me. Hard and passionately. The sheer desire threatened to scorch my veins, consuming me as his tongue pushed into my mouth, caressing my own.
Chapter Eight
This is where everything stopped. He kissed me, and I figured that he would take me right then and there without a need for a bed or a bedroom, but I was wrong. I was so wrong. In a flash, Daddy had me up and off of his lap. I was sitting on the couch beside him, looking up at him as he stood up. Ivan looked down at me. No, Daddy looked down at me. I corrected. I was intent on calling him Daddy, and to do that I had to think of him as that, even in my own twisted head. I didn’t want to slip up in the heat of the moment. I wanted to give him all of the perverse pleasure that he promised me in that coy smile that curved his lips, baring perfect white teeth.
“Follow me.” He said, and there was no need for a rough voice.
He said it gently, almost soothingly, and Daddy already knew that I would. I followed him to the bedroom, and I knew it as well as I knew my own. He looked at me as I entered, motioning for me to move in so he could close the door. He locked it, and Daddy smiled at me, motioning again for me to turn around. I did, and then he told me to undress. It was like something possessed me. My clothes were too tight. They were too constricting. It was as if after he had told me to undress them down right offended my body, and I undressed quicker than I ever had before. They were on the ground, and I was naked before him, nearly begging for him to take me, and he was smiling at me almost proud.
“Such a good girl, aren’t we?” Daddy teased me, and I bit my bottom lip, squeezing my thighs together as I started to drip.
“Yes, Daddy.” I said, breathlessly, and he threw his head back to laugh, but I saw his cock twitch.
God. How I wanted this god of a man inside of me. I wanted him plowing into me, rutting into me. I didn’t care how or what position he’d contort me in. I wanted him now more than ever. Somehow, there was something freeing in everything he was doing. I didn’t have to feel guilty, and I didn’t. He looked at me, and he motioned for me to get on the bed. I did. He got on the bed with me.
It creaked under his weight, and I was all too aware of how close he was. His body seemed to burn with heat and desire, and I slid in closer to him. His hands were on my breasts, and I was laying sideways on the bed. His strong hands forced my legs open, and he didn’t say anything. He was inside of me with one thrust, thrusting in and out, making me cry out in pleasure as I shivered again and again. I came, screaming “Daddy” as I did so.
He didn’t say anything as he started to twist my nipples a little, tugging at them. I arched over the bed. I don’t know how long we were like that, entwined in one another before he pushed me up with a thrust of his cock and his hands at my hips. My head hung over the bed, and I could feel blood rushing to it, and it added to the intoxicating rush as my hands went out under me.
“Brace yourself, baby.” He said. “I’m moving us up.” He told me, and his thrusting became gentle. I was resting on the side of the bed with my head on the floor and back against it, as if I was doing a handstand, and the blood rushing to my head only seemed to make me feel more alive. Daddy took his cock from my pussy, starting to trace the wet head up and down my slit, nudging my clit and making me cry out.
“Oh do you like this position, baby? We’ve been in something close before, haven’t we?” He teased me, but all I could manage was a breathless yes. He thrust into my ass, making me cry out as I tried to adjust to his thick, long member as it pushed deep inside of me. This time, his fingers were at my clit, playfully circling it as he slowed his thrusting, watching my face as he fucked me.
“Daddy!” I cried out. “Please…” I trailed off, but I didn’t know what I was begging for.
Thankfully, Daddy did seem to know. He started to fuck me deeper, harder, but he kept that teasingly slow pace as he played with my clit. He kept right on the edge of orgasm, and the head rush was beginning to get to be too much. I felt too sensitive, and this he had two fingers filling my pussy as he continued to fuck my ass, but he was a little faster and harder now. I could feel him throb with each thrust, and I knew that Daddy wouldn’t last much longer. I didn’t want him to.
I cried out, screaming as my ass clenched around his cock and my pussy clenched on his fingers, but his thumb continued to rub my clit playfully. As I came, he came deep inside of my ass. We stayed there a moment, and my breathing was heavy. I was completely spent, and now that the pleasure was fading, I could feel the strain of such a position. Daddy had one foot off the bed, and he was kneeling with his other leg. He pulled out of me before helping me to sit up on the floor and then stand on shaky legs. I thought that I should go home. I had never stayed the night before.
“Shower and come back.” He commanded, and I looked at him, shocked. Daddy gave me another look, and I knew everything had changed. He gently reminded me of rule number three, and with that I went to the shower, doing exactly what Daddy told me to do.
Chapter Nine
Waking up next to Daddy was a new experience all together. I looked at him, and I thought that he was sleeping with the way his chest moved so softly, but then he opened his eyes. His hand rested on my shoulder, and he smiled at me
. He leaned in to kiss my forehead in a loving manner, and then he pulled back as I sat up. I wasn’t wearing anything, and despite my shower yesterday, I knew that I needed to shower this morning. My night had not ended there, and I was both sore and exhausted. I half expected him to push for sex, but he did not. He just laughed, shooing me off into his shower and threatening to join me if I didn’t hurry.
“Your mother will be here in a few hours. You need to go and I need to straighten up.” He said, and I nodded slowly as I looked at him.
“Yes, Daddy.” I said, and with perverse pleasure, I could see the lust enter his eyes again. There was a small part of me that wanted my mother to find us if only to show her that he was mine, but then I knew that everything we had would be gone and so would my mother. I shook the thoughts away, but it certainly wasn’t easy.
“I’ll call you.” He said, and I snorted.
“Yeah. Like you called before, right?” I asked, turning to him with fresh pain and anger in my eyes. Daddy crossed the room, and he cupped my cheeks in his larger hands, tilting my head up so that he could kiss me. It was a soft, slow kiss, and it took me by surprise. It certainly wasn’t what I was expecting.
“I was busy. You wanted a relationship.” He said, and there was something close to hurt in his voice. I didn’t want it to be pain. I didn’t want to think I caused it, so I didn’t think on it any more.
“I’ll call.” Daddy said, and I nodded.
He kissed me one more time, and then I got dressed in the same thing I had on last night before sneaking out. I got into my car, and I drove away. I had no way to explain to my mother why I was there in her boyfriend’s home if she came early, and so I didn’t want to risk having to explain at all. I went to grab a bite to eat, trying to scrub the images of last night from my mind. It seemed like my world was spinning out of control, and I had no idea what to do with it.
