by Cherry Lee
She agreed, and waited while he went to get something. He held it behind her back so she couldn’t see what it was as he climbed back onto the bed.
“I want you to lie on your back and hold onto your ankles,” he ordered in his gruff, scary voice.
Candy pulled her legs up, her feet resting on the pillow on either side of her head. This bared her bottom for Daddy. And now he took his hand from behind his back and she saw what he held. She gasped. Afraid. It was a black flogger with many tails.
He let her look at it and fear it for several moments before he lifted his hand and brought it down on her exposed pussy and buttocks. Slap. The strips of leather bit into her and she cried out.
Again. Licks of fire seared the tender lips of her cunt and across her cheeks. Her anus clenched hard, but her pussy opened, seeming to swell from the pain.
Daddy whipped her five times, and every time Candy jerked and cried out.
“You’ve been a very bad girl. Promise you won’t disobey me again.” His voice cut her like glass.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered. “I am a bad girl. I’m sorry. I’ll do better from now on.”
“I want you to say, ‘I’m a dirty little girl. I like my Daddy’s cock too much.’”
“I’m a dirty little girl,” she replied. “Nasty and bad. I can’t get enough of sucking on Daddy’s cock and having it inside me.”
“You want me in you now, don’t you?” he demanded.
“Yes,” she whimpered, her bottom burning and her pussy throbbing to be filled. “I can’t help it. I want you so badly.”
Daddy loomed over her, big and dangerous. He grasped the backs of her legs, stretched on either side of her head. His huge cock stuck straight out in front of him. He aimed it at her slit. Looking down, she could see the red whip marks on her body and his engorged head entering her glistening pussy. He rammed into her hard and fast with no hesitation. She shrieked.
“Too much, Daddy. Too deep.” With her body tilted this way, the penetration was so deep it felt like he’d split her in two.
Daddy only grunted as he pulled out and pushed into her again, pressing just as deep. She squealed from the pain as he hit the same spot deep inside. Daddy fucked her hard and fast, over and over, while she begged for him to go more gently. But oddly, the pain began to turn into something else. Candy fell silent and relaxed allowing her body to accept him—all of him, as he filled her completely.
Suddenly he abandoned her pussy. He reached down and positioned himself at her rear entrance. His cock was wet with her juices and the tip slid into her anus. The ring of muscle stretched around him, aching at the pressure. He didn’t wait for her to adjust but kept on pushing, deeper and deeper, filling her and burning her with his huge cock in her tiny opening.
Candy gasped and held her breath. She watched his length disappear and felt it becoming a part of her. Her Daddy was deep inside her. They were connected. And as much as it hurt, it was also very, very good.
“Fuck me some more, Daddy,” she begged. “I like it hard like this.”
“Because you’re a little girl who lives for cock.” He pulled out and shoved back in, and her body stretched around him again.
Candy’s legs and lower back hurt from being stretched into such an awkward position. Her pussy yawned open, wanting more of his cock, but he was intent on fucking her ass now. In and out Daddy’s big penis pumped. She yelped sometimes, but she also moaned in pleasure. She loved being pressed beneath him like this, his big, heavy body slapping against hers while he groaned and cursed.
Daddy was enjoying this game and so she enjoyed it too.
At last he froze and she felt his cum jetting into her, filling her up. Her legs trembled from the weight of Daddy pressing against them. His sweat slicked her body and the salt stung the welts the whip had raised on her pussy and ass. Candy reveled in the pain.
When he was finished, he withdrew from her body, his cum spilling out of her to dampen the sheets beneath her. Gently, he released her legs and pulled them down, easing the strain on her back. He massaged her quivering thighs and calves, before he lay down beside her.
She looked into his face, his powerful gaze making her heart ache. “I love you, Daddy. Thank you for punishing me like that.”
“I love you too, my little girl. And now I’m going to clean you up and cuddle you. Would you like that?”
“Yes, please.” She smiled.
“I guess I’d better make the bed with fresh sheets.” He glanced down at the sticky mess they’d made. “This is a dirty game.”
“It hurt but I liked it.” She reached down to rub her sore bottom, feeling the whip welts with her fingertips. It was as if he’d marked her as his. “How do you feel about little girls getting tattoos?” she asked him. “I would like to get one that says Daddy’s girl. Would that be all right?”
He paused, considering. “You’re a little young. I don’t like marking up your skin like that, but if that’s what you really want.”
“I do. I want to have it to remind me always who I belong to.”
He stroked his finger down the slope of her nose then leaned in and kissed the tip. “Well then, I guess I’d better get one that says Candy’s Daddy.”
She smiled, a warm glow filling her inside. “Candy’s Daddy. I like that.”
The End
ABOUT CHERRY LEE
Taste the forbidden fruit of Cherry Lee. I enjoy exploring the bitter dark chocolate of sex as well as the sweet cherry center. If you like your erotica with edge, sample my stories. You can learn more about me at MySpace and can contact me with any comments at cherryleewriter at yahoo dot com.
Under other pseudonyms, I have many books with various publishers.
I hope you enjoy my stories here at eXcessica.
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BRANDED
By Cherry Lee
When the walls come tumbling down, can Sondra accept the secret that lies behind them?
Strong-willed Sondra is concerned by her sister, Melanie’s, new life as a full time submissive in a master dominant’s household. To alleviate her sister’s worries about this lifestyle, Mel invites her for a visit.
Sondra soon begins a sexual journey under the tutelage of Master Damien, exploring levels of desire she never knew she possessed. Will she surrender her will to him and can she acknowledge a facet of herself she thought she’d put behind her?
This title contains BDSM practices, branding and incest.
Excerpt From BRANDED:
“This isn’t like you, Mel. You’re freaking me out.”
“Trust me, sweetie. You have nothing to worry about.” My sister’s voice was cool and smooth as silk, unruffled despite the fact we’d been arguing for the past twenty minutes. Or actually, I’d been arguing, she’d been responding in that calm, affectionate voice, refusing to rise no matter how I baited her.
“Well, I am worried. You’re involved in this strange lifestyle, you barely call anymore, and when we do talk you don’t sound like yourself.”
“Sondra, believe me, I’m more myself now than I’ve ever been my entire life. I know it seems weird to you, but have you ever known me to rush into anything? I’m embracing something that makes me happy, and I wish you could be happy for me.”
She was right. I was the impetuous younger sister, the one who threw herself into situations without considering consequences. If levelheaded Melanie told me she wanted to be living as essentially a sex slave in some mysterious man’s home, I had to believe she was quite serious and hadn’t been coerced into it.
“But it’s so…wrong! You’ve given up your job, your apartment, and you’ve surrendered your body to this man to…to do whatever he wants with. How can giving up your will be mentally healthy?”
“I haven’t given up my will.” Her voice remained infuriatingly calm. I wanted to reach through the phone line and slap her. “You wouldn’t believe the willpower it takes to do this, to be thi
s. And I haven’t called because I knew you wouldn’t understand the life I’ve chosen. It’s just too difficult for an outsider.”
Outsider. I was an outsider now? To the sister who’d been closer to me than anyone in my entire life, any friend or lover I’d ever had. Her words hurt. I drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. This might be my one chance to reach out to her and keep our communication open. I must choose my words carefully for once.
“You’re right. I don’t know anything about BDSM or about what draws some people to be dominants or submissives. But, if it’s as fulfilling as you say, maybe it’s something I should check out. How would your…master feel about having a houseguest for a two-week visit? I’ve got some time coming at work and my plan was Cancun, but I’d much rather see you.”
There was a long pause. For a moment, I thought she’d turn me down, then Melanie spoke breathlessly. “Seriously? You’d come to Napa? Oh honey, I’ll have to ask Master Damien, but if he permits it, I’d love to see you.”
“Ask him then and call me as soon as you find out.” I managed to keep the disdain from my voice. But inside her words rankled. Asking for permission from a man? Such bullshit!
Mel’s voice bubbled with excitement. “You’ll love the estate and the vineyards. It’s so gorgeous here, and as for the rest of it, honestly, at first you might be a little freaked out, but I think you’ll start to understand our relationship.”
I was already freaked out. Seeing dungeons, torture equipment and sex toys first hand could hardly make it any worse.
“I’ll send you a couple of very good books to give you an overview of the different elements of the lifestyle.”
Kinky sex homework. Nice. This should be a vacation to remember.
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