Reaching a hand into my puss, he seized the base of the toy and slowly pulled it out again, dragging against my walls.
“Mmm!” I moaned throatily, head thrown back and eyes closed. My breasts quivered below, smashed against that horse. “Mmm!”
“Oh yeah, little girl,” he grunted. “Eat that fucking whip.”
I mewled again, panting hard as my pussy was impaled. Because Gray was going at it rough now, pushing in and then pulling out, the ride so good. I was just about to scream again when the big man stopped. Oh god, why, why? I needed it so bad, this was pure torture.
Panting, I turned my head.
“Daddy?” I whispered. “Please, please, please keep going.”
Oh god, I was so close, just a few more strokes and all would be good. I’d soar up into the air and explode, body fragmenting into smithereens, wet, wild and hot. But Gray looked at me, blue eyes gleaming.
“Just one more thing,” he rasped harshly. “I know this feels good but now that you’re juiced, Daddy wants to see his prize pony prance around the room.”
Prance? What did he mean? What was he talking about? But the motherfucker smiled knowingly, yanking that stuffed horse out from beneath me.
“Crawl,” he commanded. “Crawl and let Daddy see you flick your little tail.”
I literally goggled at him. Was he fucking crazy? I was supposed to crawl around, stark naked, boobies dangling this way and that? And with this whip hanging out of my cunt?
Gray just chuckled again.
“That’s right baby girl,” he rasped. “That whip is your tail and Daddy wants to see your cunt flick it.”
Suddenly, I realized what was going on. Of course. I was a show pony, prancing around a ring, and the whip stuck in my puss still had the braided leather sticking out. In fact, I could feel the leather trailing down my thigh, cool and soft.
But still, this was so wrong.
“Really Daddy?” I said, eyes wide. “Really?”
Gray didn’t even wait. One big hand descended on my ass cheek, making me squeal even as I jolted forwards.
“Yee haw baby girl,” he ground out. “Start trotting like a good girl.”
And with that, I crawled forwards tentatively, right hand, and then left.
“Really Daddy?” I whispered again, breasts swaying lusciously below my torso. “Really?”
Gray didn’t answer. Instead he whipped out his dick this time, pointing it at my face.
“Walk,” he ground out. “Get those little haunches moving otherwise baby’s getting a dirty cream pie facial.”
My eyes grew wide, but inside my pussy gushed. I love cream pie facials, sperm is the best for keeping your skin smooth and taut. So Daddy wasn’t really threatening me, he was just playing, and I started getting into the swing too.
Prancing a little, I wiggled my hips while moving forwards on all fours.
“Look,” I breathed, waggling my hips at him. “Look.”
It was fucking dirty. I was a filly with something stuck up my cunt, the leather trailing from my pussy like a tail.
“Look at me, Daddy,” I breathed. “Look at your prize pony.”
Gray grunted, hand moving up and down his shaft like a machine, tip dripping wetly to the floor.
“Oh yeah baby girl, work it, do it for Daddy.”
I wriggled some more, shooting him coy looks over my shoulder, huge ass cheeks bouncing a bit, rubbing against each other as my pink slit pulsed, glistening under the light.
“Look Daddy,” I murmured again. “Look.”
And this time, the initiative was mine. Pressing my face close to the ground, I bucked up a bit, so that the leather strap flew into the air, like I was a horse kicking up its heels. It was so fucking nasty, so fucking disgusting and unreal that we should have stopped there. Do normal couples do this? Do married people do this? I guess our kind of married does.
But Gray wasn’t turned off at all. Instead, he beckoned to me while kneeling on the floor, heavy dick pointed my way.
“Come on, little filly,” he grunted out. “You’ve been a good girl and Daddy has a treat ready for you. Carrots. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
I mewled helplessly, crawling on all fours to him. Because of course I liked it, I fucking loved it. I needed to munch on that giant carrot as soon as possible, I needed it to fill my throat, choking me, making me a woman.
And by the time I got to him, my mouth was already open in a perfect “O,” pretty pink pout ready.
“Oh yeah,” Gray ground out as he slipped that hot shaft inside. It belonged there, his dick belonged in my body, whether up top or down below. “Just perfect,” he muttered again.
And it’s fucking nasty, I know. But since being with the alpha, I’ve perfected the art of eating cock and that huge rod slid down my throat with no trouble, a lump visibly making its way down my esophagus. It was hard, so hot and huge at once, lips stretching, my eyes watering with the strain.
But Gray knows his women, and leaning over my back, he gripped the base of the whip with his hand.
“Now as you suck Daddy,” he rasped, “I’m gonna fuck this cunt. Ready, baby girl? Now suck,” he commanded.
And with that, the heavenly slide began again. Oh yeah, Daddy’s an expert, the toy slid in and out of my cunt with a sticky wet sound, there was so much pussy cream. And at the same time, I swallowed more of his hard cock until it was fully embedded in my mouth, nose pressed to pelvis.
“Mmmm,” I grunted as he fucked me in back, cunt dripping wetly. “Mmmm, mmmm.”
Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. This is what I live for. This is what I need. Because Gray has made me his, one hundred percent, and the feeling in my snatch combined with the sensations in my heart were indescribable. I started out as an innocent virgin, and now I’m doing the nasty with a cock stuffed in my mouth as Gray fucks me in back. Not only that, but I just crawled on all fours, pretending to be a horse, with a whip jammed in my cunt. What’s become of me? What’s become of sweet, innocent Kitty, the one who was always lost and lonely?
Because I’m taken now, the man’s branded me as his and I can’t hold back. With a muffled cry and jerk of my hips, my pussy exploded. Shudders ran through my cunt, hole gushing heavily around the whip as my snatch clamped hard, seizing with ecstasy.
“Mmmph!” I cried out, breasts shaking down below, mouth still stuffed with cock. “Mmm, mmmmm!”
But Gray couldn’t be denied either. In a flash, he jerked his dick out of my mouth and pointed it at my face. And then it happened. An arc of semen soared into the air, so beautiful and virile, hitting me on the cheek with a gooey splat. Another one followed fast on the heels of the first, the hot jism virile, sticky and oh so good. My mouth opened, trying to catch as much possible, trying to swallow the male batter.
“FUUUUCK!” Gray roared, penis jerking in his hands like a fire hose on full blast. Lash after lash of his personal mixture hit me again and again, bathing me, making me feel so wanted and female. “Fuuuuck!” he roared, “Fuck fuck fuck!”
And it was the best I’ve ever had, bar none. Sex play is always amazing with Gray, but somehow we’ve hit a new level. This time, the shudders wracking my pussy were so powerful that I was almost bent in two like an epileptic, helpless to the alpha.
“Daddy!” I screamed as another hot lash of white spattered my chin. “Daddy!”
And oh god, there was so much sperm that I was swimming in it. Gray’s semen ran all over me, face and breasts coated with the stuff, dripping down my torso and even one small rivulet entering my cunt. I paused, tantalized. So this is what a cum bath is, what it felt like to get a shower from my man. My hands rubbed sensuously up and down my torso, coating my nips with the precious stuff before trailing down to my sweet spot.
And sitting back on my heels, I did what I wanted to do. Slowly pulling the leather shaft out, I smiled coyly at Gray as the big man watched. Because oh yeah, that whip was covered with my cream, like it’d been dipped in superglue. But that was
n’t all. Spreading my thighs wider, I held open my pink pussy walls while slowly running a finger along my breast. Catching some of his semen on my digit, I pushed that virile jizz into my cunt.
“Oh yeah Daddy,” I moaned, walls visibly pulsing as the hot, sticky white edged in. “Oh yeah.”
And god, it was good. Gray’s eyes were glued to my sweet snatch, hungry as fuck, and I absolutely loved it. I love having this man addicted to me, both our minds in the gutter, the entire nursery taking on the scent of hot loving.
Because this is life. We’re two peas in a pod, he’s the yin to my yang, my best teacher, and one that I’ve fallen in love with. Yes, I love Grayson Channing, the realization was only too clear to me now. But the problem is that we’re supposed to be getting a divorce. My pussy pulsed painfully at the thought, nipples going stiff. How could I give this up? How could I walk away from the sensuousness, the knowing look that connected us even as I pushed his sperm deeper inside? But the long and the short of it is that I have to because that’s the bargain we made. I absolutely have to walk away … for my own survival, if nothing else.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Gray
Shit, what the hell happened? One second, Kitty and I were getting it on, no holds barred, balls to the wall. I fucked her in the nursery, making her get on all fours with that whip jammed in her ass. Depraved? Fuck yes. But my baby loved it, that pussy creamed so hard it practically exploded, juices flying everywhere.
Which is why I don’t get it. I know Kitty’s into me, I see the way she looks at my body, those big brown eyes expressive and full. She doesn’t want me to know, but I can tell anyways. Because she’s gone over the edge, she’s in my orbit, worshipping at my feet. So what the fuck is going on?
Because after we had that depraved session in the nursery, the girl up and left. Without a word, without a note, without any indication what she was doing. It was pretty freakin’ rough, coming home after a long day of work, expecting to get fucked and then get fed. Yeah, I’m a simple man, I just need hot pussy and a hot meal to feel satisfied.
But Kitty was nowhere around. I stalked around the apartment, opening doors, looking around corners. What the hell? This is a huge penthouse, but still, there aren’t that many places to hide.
“Kitty,” I ground out. I had a toy in my hand, a giant sized dildo to play with, and I wanted to feed it into that hungry cunt as fast as possible. She could take it, my girl is the stretchy kind and I knew that cunt would eat it up like a hungry slut.
But only echoes replied, my voice bouncing off the white walls. What the fuck? What the fucking hell? There was no way she could be at school, it was already eight p.m. Study group? Naw, she tells me where she’s going and besides, I fuckin’ hated that study group. Three dudes salivating over my pretty girl’s big breasts, that’s what happened during study group.
So I picked up the phone. On some off chance, maybe she was socializing with Rhonda. Again, this is one area where the relationship has gone off the rails. Because we’re fake-married, fake everything, so why the fuck did Kitty and my mom have to get along like a house on fire? It was so perverse, really ironic.
But Rhonda denied seeing my girl.
“No Gray, I haven’t seen your wife,” she said lightly, “Why, how long has she been missing?”
I glanced at my watch.
“Two hours,” I said. I’d talked with Kitty on the phone earlier, so yeah, two hours was about right.
Rhonda burst into peals of laughter.
“You’re overreacting,” she chided merrily. “Two hours doesn’t make for a missing person.”
My brows lowered.
“It does,” I growled insistently. “I know where she goes, she’s my wife for crying out loud.”
Rhonda was silent for a sec.
“Well maybe you should let up a bit,” she said lightly. “Even wives need their freedom you know, you’re acting like a stalker, tracking her every move.”
I shook my head again. Rhonda just doesn’t get it. I’m a Daddy and my wife is my beautiful girl. So this wasn’t stalking, this wasn’t some weird possessive instinct. This is the Channing household, we roll this way.
“Listen Mom,” I ground out. “Just tell me where she is. There’s nowhere for her to go. She gave up her dorm room after we got married, so she’s got no place to live. Oh shit,” I paused hesitating. “Would she stay in a hostel?”
My skin crawled at the thought. Those things are so fucking dirty all the time, with cockroaches and mice, the water contaminated. Not only that, but they’re filled with horny teenage guys, all trying to save a buck while fucking a couple girls at once. So my hackles rose at the thought of my girl in danger. Oh shit, oh shit, I had to save her, I had to find my sweet Kitty and get her pussy out of the line of fire. That cunt belonged to me, and me only, dick stabbing into the air at just the thought of her sweet wetness.
But Rhonda interrupted again.
“Seriously Gray, you’re overreacting. It’s only been two hours, and besides, why would she want to leave? That girl is head over heels in love with you, I see the way she looks at you. She worships the ground you walk on, so why would she take off?”
I grunted.
“Maybe Kitty was kidnapped,” I ground out. The thought made my heart stab with pain, back almost doubling over.
But Rhonda couldn’t see and she chortled with laughter.
“That’s unlikely. The Milano’s filled with security guards, not to mention thousands of video cameras tracking the casino floors. So calm down, son, she’s fine.”
But the thought of that pretty pussy in danger put me on edge, my thoughts swirling, rising to a fever pitch. Shit, my girl needed me, she needed me bad and I blurted out the story to my mom, opening Pandora’s Box.
“I fucked a virgin,” I ground out. “I fucked a virgin, that pussy’s not safe.”
As usual, Rhonda wasn’t surprised by my depravity.
“She’s fine,” my mom said airily. “Kitty’s gonna be fine, don’t worry.”
But the words kept rolling like I couldn’t stop.
“No, you don’t get it,” I rasped harshly. “That pussy is mine, I put my mark on it, I bought it.”
Rhonda rolled her eyes.
“Seriously Gray, you’re so dramatic sometimes. I don’t know where you get this, neither I nor your dad was like this. Calm down. It’s okay, she’s probably just shopping, buying something nice for herself. Kitty deserves it, being married to you.”
But Rhonda was the one who didn’t get it. She thought we were a normal couple, people who went to the movies and held hands while walking down the street.
“No, it’s not that,” I rasped again. “I fucking bought her.”
“Of course you did!” said my mom breezily. “What man doesn’t buy nice things for his woman? That’s the way I taught you, a good wife is worth her weight in gold.”
Clearly, Rhonda was misreading things, and I set it all out, harsh and clear.
“We’re not married,” I ground out. “Or we are, but it’s fake.”
There was a short silence, but then Rhonda spoke.
“I saw your wedding certificate myself, Gray,” she reprimanded gently. “I was at the ceremony, don’t you remember? You absolutely are married. Unless there was some mistake? A typo? You can get that all sorted at the county clerk’s office.”
“No Ma,” I practically roared this time. “It’s Dad’s fucking will. How I couldn’t control the Milano unless I got married. So I did it. I paid Kitty to marry me and we’re getting a divorce in the future. Now that ownership is mine, she’s not gonna be my wife any longer.”
Rhonda was confused now.
“Gray, what are you saying? Did she need a green card? Who is Kitty if you paid her?”
The story came rolling out then, the whole ugly, gruesome thing.”
“She’s a cocktail waitress at that hotel. She’s just some random chick that I picked up, and when we ended up in the office, I decide
d the girl was perfect for my plan. I needed a wife, and she needed money. What could be simpler?”
But it just ended up confusing Rhonda more.
“Like a mail order bride?” she chirped. “You had a girl delivered?”
I shook my head in frustration.
“Nothing was delivered. We fucked in my office, you burst in on us, remember? You were there. That was the first time I met Kitty too, and inspiration struck. So I paid her a pretty penny to sign the marriage certificate, and the hotel is all mine now. What don’t you get?”
I was sure Rhonda would be shocked and horrified but instead, she was curiously calm.
“So you think Kitty took off because of the divorce? Or because of the marriage?”
“Because of the divorce, of course! She wants to be married to me, like you said, she worships the ground I walk on.”
I shook my head furiously. Suddenly, this was all so fucking confusing because doubts crowded my mind. Did Kitty worship the ground I walked on? Did Kitty love me like that? If she did, then why had she taken off with no notice? Oh shit, suddenly my thoughts were a mass of confusion, gut churning with anxiety. Aw fuck, did I just fuck up mightily? Shit, fuck, shit.
And I could hear Rhonda’s exasperation on the phone.
“Worshipping the ground you walk on is just a figure of speech, Gray. No one does that unless you’re Jesus himself. And frankly, if I were married to you, I’d want a divorce.”
Complete silence for a moment.
“Thanks, Ma, thanks. Real heartwarming.”
“Just saying,” said Rhonda airily. “You’re not exactly a nice person, you know.”
“Of course I’m not nice!” I raged. “I manage an empire, I deal with so much shit that you never see, I can’t afford to be nice. It takes so much out of me to keep this fucking place going, and now I’ve given away the girl I love because of this fucking hotel!”
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