The Exhibition: DARK EROTICA SERIES

by Lucy Lixx

  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.

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  “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 be 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 s
ay 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.

  From lunch to my house to the gym, it’d be hours before my phone buzzed again. It wasn’t a call, but I could tell I had a text message. For some reason, I already knew it was him, and so I hesitated to open the message. I bite my bottom lip, and I end up opening the message anyways.

  She’ll be gone by nine. Be here by ten, baby.

  It said, and I was right. It was Daddy’s number. This was another one of those moments I knew that would change everything if I let it. I could pretend that I didn’t see the message, but we both would know I did somehow. I could not go, but then everything would be over. I could go, and then I don’t know where everything would end. I stared at the message for what seemed like infinity, pushing my body harder and harder on the elliptical, as if willing the machine itself to provide me with answers I couldn’t give myself.

  I didn’t know how I was going to answer his text, and so I tried to bury myself deeper in the workout. It was five. I had time to get home, shower, and think before I replied, and I planned to take my time. There was a small part of me that already knew my answer. It was as clear as the desire that was burning through me right now, causing my juices to dampen my panties, and once again my clothes felt all too constricting.

  Chapter Ten

  Yes, Daddy.

  It was all I sent back, and I knew that Daddy had gotten the message probably while my mother was there. I tried to push the guilt aside. That’s why he put rule number three down. I didn’t have to feel guilty. I was doing what my body and heart wanted, and everything else could be figured out later. Somehow, I knew it’d all end up alright and somehow I knew that he’d take care of me. I thought about this morning when he had told me exactly that.

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  “I know you’re nervous.” He said, and it was just starting to get late enough I was sure we’d sleep, but Daddy had a devious glint in his eyes again. I knew that it meant pleasure for me, and I wasn’t going to tell him I was too tired. I didn’t want to admit that I was nervous either.

  “Oh, don’t act like you aren’t. It’s written all over your face, baby girl.” He said. He had taken to calling me baby girl all night, and I liked it a lot more than I had ‘little one’. Somehow, it made him seem a little more caring he had me pinned down in a moment, kissing my neck.

  “So?” I said, as if it would take the guilt of what we were doing away, but it didn’t.

  “So you don’t need to be nervous. You don’t need to be scared. You don’t need to be upset.” He said, and with each sentence was another kiss as he traced a line down my body with his tongue and lips, kissing and tasting every inch of me until he had his hands at my hips, looking up at me as he was between my spread legs.

  “What we’re doing isn’t exactly right.” I had counted, and he had rolled his eyes.

  “Not exactly wrong, and I can make it feel right.” Daddy told me.

  He did make it feel right. His fingers pried my pussy lips open, and his tongue worked up and down my slit, flicking over my clit at just the right moments to make my back arch, and I cried out. My eyes would flutter closed as he pushed his tongue deep inside of me, fucking me with it, and despite being sore making me wish that he’d fuck me again. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I needed to feel Daddy inside of me.

  He made me forget about all of the worry. He made me forget about the guilt, as I exploded around his tongue. He tasted my juices as he licked
them up, and it was only when I settled back against the bed, gasping with my breasts shaking with each breath I took that he laid beside me. He pulled me close, and I laid my head down on his chest. I reached for Daddy’s cock, knowing it had to be hard, but Daddy grabbed my wrist.

  “There will be time enough for that later.” He told me, and I looked at him confused. He had just given me pleasure, and I was going to return the favor. I couldn’t understand why he stopped me.

  “You need sleep. Look at you, baby girl.” He said, chuckling. “You’re barely able to keep your eyes open.” He said, and I wanted to protest but he had leaned down to kiss me on the forehead. He worked the covers over us to cover us, and I could feel everything in me telling me to go to bed.

  “I’ll take care of everything. Just leave it to me.” He said, and I closed my eyes, feeling myself relax in his arms, against his chest.

  “Yes, Daddy.” I had mumbled, and I was too tired to know if he even heard me.

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