by Selena Kitt
“Good girl.” He stopped the machine. Finally. That horrible, pleasure-pain buzzing had ended. “You took that well. Now, for a little reward.”
Walking to the front of the table by her head, he undid his belt and pants, pushing himself out of them, revealing to her, up close and personal, his full erection. After taking out the ball gag, he did something that surprised her. He leaned in and kissed her mouth. She still wore her black lipstick, her face was wet from tears—she didn’t even know she’d been crying, but she had wept through her orgasms—but he kissed her, tenderly, gently.
“You are my beautiful whore,” he whispered, bent so he could meet her eyes, lifting her chin. “My deviant, twisted little daughter. You are mine. I own you, body and soul.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, and she meant it.
“I want to see that black lipstick smeared all over my cock.” He stood, offering him her erection. “Suck it, Georgia. Suck Daddy’s cock.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she nodded, licking her lips, opening her mouth for him as he pressed the head in. He was big, beautifully big and hard, as he thrust deep, making her gag on him.
“I want to hear you choke on it,” he told her when she tried to hide her reaction. “Gag on my cock, little girl.”
Georgia moaned, feeling her pussy pulse to life again as he fucked her mouth. How could she still want more? Her cunt was so swollen and hot. Almost numb from all the pleasure she’d endured. But the way he grabbed her hair and shoved himself past her teeth, deep into the recesses of her throat, set her whole body on fire.
“Take it!” He commanded, hips pumping, fucking her mouth so hard and fast she could barely breathe and didn’t care. “Choke on that cock!”
Yes, Daddy. Yes, Daddy. Yes, Daddy.
She couldn’t say the words, but she thought them, saliva dripping in ropes from her mouth—he was fucking her throat too fast for her to even swallow it—her eyes watering with tears. He groaned, burying himself deep in her throat, cutting off her air entirely for a moment and she panicked, gagging, trying to turn her head, but he had her hair clenched in both fists, holding her fast. Then he withdrew, rubbing the head of his cock over her lips and cheeks. Georgia gasped, seeing the remnants of her lipstick all over the shaft and head.
“You want Daddy to fuck you hard, don’t you, goth girl?” He gently slapped her cheeks with his cock and her pussy clenched at his words.
“Yes, Daddy,” she confessed. More than anything, Daddy.
“Then that shall be your reward for following my instructions. For coming here and being mine.” He marked her face, a cross on her cheeks, her forehead, with the dark lipstick left over on the head of his cock. “I claim you, Georgia. Now and forever. You belong to me.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She trembled, her lip quivering. Tears stung her eyes, but they weren’t tears of sadness. They were tears of joy, relief. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
“Yes,” he repeated the word, his hand moving briefly, tenderly, through her hair. “Come when I tell you, Georgia. Come for Daddy. Yes?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He disappeared behind her. She felt the heat of his body, not touching her yet. She quivered, wanting him. She’d always wanted him, wanted this. Every moment she’d spent following his orders, acquiescing to his demands, aching to please him, wanting his love and approval, culminated here, in this moment.
She cried out when he removed the butt plug. She’d almost forgotten about it. Now she was completely empty, waiting to be filled. Now, Daddy was going to fuck her. Finally, he was going to fill her and complete her.
They both cried out when he entered her. She couldn’t help it. It felt as if something monstrous had invaded her soul, something dark and thick and pulsing. Something alive and ravenous. She welcomed it, filled with pleasure beyond any she’d ever known. The thousands of little orgasms he’d forced from her with the wand was nothing compared to this. He filled her, fitting his body to hers, and then he fucked her.
Boys had fucked her before. She’d fucked herself with toys. But she’d never been fucked like this. He wasn’t rough or hard on her. After the abuse she’d taken with the wand, after the spanking and the butt plug, she was tired, her muscled ached, and he seemed to know this. He rode her like a skilled man rides a just-broken horse. His cock throbbed, driving up into her, his hands gripping her hips for leverage when he came at her hard, then moving slowly over the still-stinging globes of her behind when he slowed, rolling and grinding instead of thrusting. She didn’t know what would come next, couldn’t see him or gauge his reactions, and she thought this was intentional.
He was in control. He knew her better than she knew herself. She moaned and cried out, she whispered her mantra, “Yes, Daddy,” over and over. She remembered the way her mother had looked at the man after it was over, like she worshipped the ground he walked on, and she understood it now. Her mother had felt this, had known this secret, but she hadn’t been strong enough to withstand his desire, to stand in the fire of his lust and not be consumed by it.
But Georgia could.
She let him fuck her into oblivion, her pussy clenching, gripping him, begging for more, more, more. Her body responded, even as her mind took flight. He was right. She belonged to him. She would belong to him from now until the end of time. He was no man—he was a dark god. Every movement claimed her, made her more and more his and his alone.
“Oh Daddy!” she cried as the driving thrust of his cock pushed right up to the edge. “Yes! Yes! Daddy, yes!”
“Come for me, Daughter!” he commanded, thrusting deep, grinding hard, and she did as she was told, a fierce cry escaping her throat as she came around the pulse of his cock. She came so hard, harder than she’d ever orgasmed in her entire life, body convulsing in the restraints, giving in completely, with wild abandon, to the pleasure he allowed her to take.
She moaned when she felt with withdraw, wanting to keep him in her forever.
Then he was coming too, raining white hot cum down over her ass, covering the forbidden tattoo she’d kept secret with his seed. She heard him cry out, felt the heat of his cum sliding down the crack of her ass, and heard his fierce words, claiming her once and for all.
“Now, I’m your dark lord.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, a smile lingering on her lips. “Yes.”
The End
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ABOUT SELENA KITT
Selena Kitt is a NEW YORK TIMES bestselling and award-winning author of erotic and romance fiction. She is one of the highest selling erotic writers in the business with ov
er a million books sold!
Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch out-this kitty also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.
When she's not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing company (excessica.com) and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her family--a husband and four children--and her growing organic garden. She does belly dancing and photography, and she loves four poster beds, tattoos, voyeurism, blindfolds, velvet, baby oil, the smell of leather, and playing kitty cat.
Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of "exceptional literary quality," out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read "blind" (without author's name available.)
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BONUS EXCERPT
LITTLE BRATS: TINA
By Selena Kitt
Chubby Tina thinks she couldn’t hate herself any more than she already does, when she overhears her skinny mother telling a friend, “We’re going to be stuck with Tina forever. No guy is ever going to want her.” It’s her first year of college, and she vows to move in with a girlfriend instead of stay with her parents anymore. That is, until her stepfather catches her with going out the door in the middle of the night with a suitcase. Tina finally, tearfully confesses, and is surprised by her stepfather’s insight and perspective—and how willing he is to show her just how beautiful and loveable he thinks she really is.
EXCERPT:
“What the hell?” she whispered, licking her lips and leaning in to get a closer look. She knew her stepfather watched porn—that’s why the adult pay channels had been locked—but not this kind of porn. The girl on the screen wasn’t the usual dyed-blond porn-type with long, tanned legs and fake breasts and a tiny waist. This was a real girl, about her age, she guessed—thick and curvy. Her breasts were definitely real. She could tell.
Tina clicked the little triangle in the middle of the screen to make the video play. The sound was off, but she watched as the guy parted the girl’s chubby thighs, her pussy shaved smooth, her lips swollen, red and fat as he smacked them with the head of his cock. The girl’s head went back as he slid his cock home. She reached for him, and her breasts began to sway as he fucked her. Yep, definitely real, Tina noted.
She found the sound and turned it up, frowning when nothing came out of the speakers. Then she noticed the ear buds on her stepfather’s big, antique desk, plugged into the laptop. She slipped them into her ears, the sound of fucking filling her head, sending a hot jolt of excitement down between her legs. She followed the sensation with her hand, cupping her mound, rubbing it over her panties—she was wearing just those and a t-shirt, ready for bed—as she watched the girl on the screen get pounded.
She looks like me. She did—at least a little. Definitely her body type, and even her coloring.
“Ohhhh Daddy, yes, fuck your little girl’s tight baby pussy!”
Tina gaped at the screen, her breath caught in her throat. Of course, the older man fucking the younger girl on her stepfather’s computer wasn’t really that girl’s daddy. That would be illegal. And wrong. But… but somehow the thought that it might be, just the fantasy of it, made her pussy ache like it never had before.
Tina leaned back in the big leather chair, putting one foot up on the seat so her legs were spread, rubbing her clit through her panties. Her arousal was so instantaneous that they were sticky already, the crotch damp as she tugged it aside, letting her fingers play in her wetness.
“You like Daddy’s big cock?” the guy on the screen growled, pulling the length of it out so she could see it glistening before driving it back in, deep.
“Yes, Daddy! Oh yes! I love your big fucking dick inside me!” The girl used a kind of sing-song voice, high and sweet, and the man groaned, grabbing onto her breasts as they swayed on her chest. Tina watched as he squeezed and kneaded them, just like Ray used to do to her. Then he rolled her over to her belly, making her get up on her hands and knees.
“Oh god,” she whispered, watching as the girl did as she was told, putting her bottom up high, her cheek resting against the mattress. She could almost feel that thick, hard cock sliding into her like that, from behind, those big hands gripping her.
“You’ve got a gorgeous ass, baby,” he groaned, slapping it as he began to pump himself inside her. “Just fucking gorgeous.”
Tina flushed at his words, her clit throbbing under her fingers as she rubbed herself, watching the couple on the screen fucking harder, faster, really getting into it now. She was too, so close to coming she was quivering all over. She knew she had to hurry—her parents would be home soon and she didn’t want to be caught on her stepfather’s password-protected computer. In fact, she was so close, she probably wouldn’t have heard it if one of the ear buds hadn’t slipped from her ear at that moment.
“I’ll be just a few minutes!” her stepfather called on the other side of the door.
Tina just reacted, snapping the computer’s lid closed and tossing the ear buds on the desk before sliding underneath it to hide in the cubbyhole. The desk was enormous, antique, so heavy the movers had cursed and grunted getting it up the stairs, and Tina shrank to the very back of the dark space, trying to keep quiet. She was breathing far too hard, and she gulped, trying to calm her racing heart.
The door opened and she closed her eyes, putting a hand over her own mouth to silence herself. Her stepfather turned on the light—she hadn’t bothered—and then locked the door. She heard the tell-tale “click.” Tina swallowed, trying to make herself smaller as he came over toward the desk—she heard his dress shoes on the hardwood floor.
She tried not to breathe at all as her stepfather opened his laptop, sitting in the big leather chair where she had just been touching herself. He was still in his suit, and his knees invaded her space as he slid closer to the screen. Oh god—if he found her here…
SELENA KITT’S OTHER WORKS
NOVELS
A Baumgartner Reunion
Babysitting the Baumgartners
Baumgartner Generations: Henry
Baumgartner Generations: Janie
Bluebeard’s Wife
Forbidden Fruit
Hussy
Highland Wolf Pact
Heidi and the Kaiser
Letters to the Baumgartners
Naughty Bits (Revised)
The Baumgartners Plus One
The Blood of Angels
The Kiss of Angels
The Real Mother Goose
The Song of Orpheus
The Surrender of Persephone
The Sybian Club
Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed (Revised)
Unfolding
Yank
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The Baumgartner Box Set 1
The Baumgartner Box Set 2
Nolan Trilogy Box Set
Myths Behaving Badly Box Set
Menage Box Set
Taboo: The Collection Box Set
UNDER MR. NOLAN’S BED TRILOGY
Temptation
Confession
Grace
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Blind Date
Taken (FREEBIE)
ANTHOLOGIES
Back to the Garden (Revised)
Baumgartner Shorts
Confessions
EcoErotica
Modern Wicked Fairy Tales: The Complete Collection
Quickies
Shivers
Tickled Pink
STORIES
A Baumgartner Christmas
A Baumgartner Valentine
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A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Briar Rose
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Goldilocks
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Gretel
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Girls Only: College Days
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