Law would get to do some work with his hands, make some improvements to the house and maybe even build some furniture. I could busy myself with decorating, making sure everything look as perfect as I imagined in my head.
I wanted our home to be a place we both loved, a place where we both felt safe.
"You really love it, babygirl?" Law asked me, pulling me into his arms.
"Yes!" I nodded eagerly. "I love it. I feel safe here."
"Then that's all that matters." Law's voice was gentle as he kissed me, but the kiss was far from innocent.
The realtor walked back in in the middle of it and cleared her throat awkwardly to get out attention. Law gave her a look that said 'fuck off' in no uncertain terms.
"They, er, they agreed," she said, and I yelped with delight.
Half an hour later, and we held the signed papers in our hands. After Law had offered twenty grand above the asking price, the previous owner came over along with some officials to sign the contract. And then we were officially homeowners.
A real home, not some pretense for one like the house I grew up in.
When Law shut the door after they left, I let out a long breath. He glanced at me before advancing on me like I was prey and he was the predator. I would never get sick of the way this man looked at me.
"Daddy, please." I slipped into my role so easily, it made him groan out loud.
Law hated it when we had company, when I called him anything but Daddy. He reached me in a few long steps, lifting me up and making me giggle as his hands found their way under my skirt, greedy fingers pulling my panties down my ass.
He walked us back until we reached the kitchen counter, one of the only finished things in the house. He put me down and I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly, leaning my body back slightly from him to tease him.
"I thought they'd never fucking leave," he groaned. “I’ve been so fucking hard for you since you twirled around in that slutty little skirt of yours, babygirl.”
It was a constant challenge in my mind, trying to keep him hard and ready to ravage me as often as I possibly could.
I was giggling as he reached for my blouse and gasped when he ripped it open in a single motion.
"Daddy!" I pouted. "That was new!"
"I'll buy you a new one," he muttered against my neck. "Anything my babygirl wants. Now fucking strip for Daddy before I lose it."
He helped me wriggle out of my skirt and I moaned out loud when I felt his hardness press up against my tummy as he held me close.
"I'm going to fuck you on every surface of this house," Law promised me. "Every fucking room."
"Yes, Daddy. Please..."
I bit his neck gently as he pulled my panties aside, exposing my raw pink slit. I was wet already, my pussy so needy for his cock it was as if we hadn't even fucked in the car on the way over. Law had pulled over and taken me over the hood of the car, not giving a shit if anyone saw. I came so hard my voice was still raspy from screaming his name.
"What does my babygirl want?" he grunted against my ear, and I squirmed under his hands.
"I want Daddy," I breathed. "I want Daddy in my pussy."
"Yes, babygirl. Whatever you want."
I unzipped him and he pulled out his cock, big and throbbing, the tip slick with precum. It never ceased to amaze me how big he was, and how he'd stretched my pussy to fit the shape of his cock perfectly.
"I want this to be special, babygirl," he told me, and my eyes left his cock, glazing over.
"How, Daddy?"
He took ahold of my hair, grabbing it at the nape of my neck and making me mewl as he pulled on it, hard.
"Daddy's gonna breed you, babygirl," he whispered in the shell of my ear, and I squirmed under his needy fingers. "Daddy's gonna put a baby in your belly tonight."
"Fuck," I breathed, trying not to gasp as I took deep gulps of air.
"Don’t curse. Good girls don’t curse,” he said, grabbing my ass so hard it hurt a little. “Do you want that?" His voice was gentle as he teased my entrance with the tip of his cock. "Do you want Daddy to breed you, Lily?"
"Yes," I begged. "Daddy please! I want you..."
"What do you want, babygirl?" he asked, his hazy eyes looking into mine.
I smiled mischievously, thinking of the perfect answer.
"I want Daddy's little monster," I giggled. "Growing in his babygirl's belly."
With a loud groan, Law pushed himself inside me, filling me up and bottoming out in my pussy. I cried out as he fucked me, deep, raw thrusts that shook me to my core. He took what he wanted, just like he'd taken me the first time, along with my virginity.
Once I came from his deep thrusts I couldn't stop myself. I cried out for him again and again and it only made him fuck me harder.
"Fuck a baby into me, Daddy," I moaned in his ear, and with a groan, he unloaded inside me.
I mewled as I came again, my whole body shaking. Law pulled out his still throbbing cock and I complained weakly as he grabbed my legs and tipped me back so I was lying down.
"Legs up," he grinned at me. "Make sure it runs deep inside you, babygirl."
I stared at him with dreamy eyes as I came down from my high.
"I love you, Daddy," I whispered.
Law grinned at me and held my legs up, running a finger over my pussy and making me twitch.
"Daddy loves you too, babygirl," he told me. "You're my special little girl. And Daddy wants to make you his completely."
I thought of his seed running down inside me and grinned at him.
"Are we fucked up, Daddy?" I asked him with a wicked grin, and he laughed out loud.
"The most fucked up, babygirl," he promised, smacking my ass hard.
Epilogue - Law
Two years later.
Lily was sitting on my lap, her eyes transfixed on the stage. Amber, one-half of a duo we had come to think of as regulars, was writhing on the stage, held up by chains linking around her wrists as Jonathan whipped her back. Every smack that hit her bare skin sent her body propelling forward, only to be stopped by the restraints.
Pleasure and pain mixed on Amber’s face, the blindfold covering her eyes but her lips parted in a scream that waxed and waned. When the lashes didn’t come fast enough, she’d beg loudly, practically screeching for him to keep going.
And Lily was eating it up, as she always did.
My hand was between her legs, my fingers rubbing her sweet wet pussy and parting it slowly, but not pressing in quite yet. She’d keep squirming a little, but every time she did, I’d pull my fingers back, reminding her to behave or she wouldn’t get what she wanted so badly.
When she kept still, I’d press my fingers forward again, gliding over her clit and then starting to penetrate her. A small moan escaped her lips and my cock throbbed painfully in my pants, begging to be let out and fed to my babygirl.
As Jonathan threw aside the whip and unzipped, I pushed my fingers inside of Lily, two at the same time. She tensed, her back going rigid for a moment, before easing into it. I loved the satisfied sigh that crossed her lips, making me bite the inside of my mouth.
I didn’t have any attention to spare for Jonathan and Amber, all I could focus on was the way my babygirl was begging for my fingers to be in her pussy. So I obliged.
I pushed them in deeper, until my knuckles were pressed against her cunt, and then pulled out only to do it all over again. As Jonathan started fucking Amber right there on the stage, in front of dozens of hungry eyes, I was fingerfucking Lily on the best seat in the house.
She leaned back a little, propping her hands on my thighs so she wouldn’t topple over. She ground against my hand and I allowed it now, she’d behaved so well. When Jonathan picked up rhythm, obvious by the way Amber was screaming, so did I, slamming into Lily harder.
She fell back, her head on my shoulder, and my free hand went to her tits. I groped them through the shirt she was wearing, no bra under it just like I’d asked. She’d gotten a little cu
rvier since the pregnancy and I loved it just as much as I’d loved her slimmer physique. Her curves were fucking heavenly.
“Daddy,” she gasped, whispering in my ear. “Please, more!”
I shoved her legs wide open and started fucking her harder with my fingers, knowing full well that no one cared or would look at us in our own damn club. She was moaning and writhing in my lap, her squeals rising to a crescendo in time with Amber.
When she squirted all over my hand, I chuckled, kissing her neck roughly.
“Good girl,” I told her, keeping my fingers inside of her and moving them slowly now, keeping her on that edge of being overstimulated but wanting more and more.
“Anything for you,” she purred, kissing my cheek.
I pulled out of her finally and smoothed the pink thong she’d worn as I’d told her to back over her shaved pussy. She righted herself on my lap and then stood up. I was still hard as a rock.
“Is there anything I can do for you, Daddy?” she asked mischievously, that spark in her eye that I’d grown so used to.
There hadn’t been a day since we got out of that house of horrors when I hadn’t seen that twinkle in her eyes at least for a while. There were harder times and easier times, but we always persevered, and the joy we felt had only grown since our son, Thomas, was born.
It had been a while since we’d been in the club, taking time after the pregnancy to get settled in our own rhythm. But I’d started building it up not long after we bought the house, knowing that there had to be a healthy way for people like Lily and I to indulge our darker side.
We’d created a safe place for people with the same kind of dark tastes, a club where everyone with good intentions were welcome and the only thing that could be done to you was what you asked for. If you asked to not be given a choice… well, then that was exactly what you got.
“Soon,” I told Lily, standing up reluctantly and roping my arm around her waist. “I want to show you off before.”
She smiled at me, slipping her hand in my back pocket.
“Are you showing off your wifey or your little girl?” she asked.
“Both,” I told her, and I meant it.
There was separation between our fantasies and our reality, especially with Thomas in the picture now, but deep down inside, the connection we had formed transcended the fantasy. I was always going to look after her, I was always going to fight for her and protect her like a Daddy had to, regardless of what we called it.
She would always be my little girl, no matter how grown up she was and what kind of day-to-day crap we had to deal with.
And I was always going to be hers, because the two of us, well… we completed one another. I’d been a monster when she found me, and I probably always would be… but I was her monster now. That was never going to change.
THE END
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