by Skye Darrel
“What’re you looking at, baby?”
“Nothing, Daddy!”
He gives me a sudden upthrust, making me moan. He smacks my ass cheeks, bouncing me on his cock. “Don’t lie to me, little girl.”
My pussy clenches tighter and tighter as my orgasm hurtles toward the edge.
“Not fair,” I moan.
“Cum for me. Cum this little pussy for Daddy. You ain’t much of a burglar, Princess. At this rate, you’ll get a baby before you get that cash. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Daddy making your belly big. Making you his forever. You can stay right here, and I’ll breed your cunt. Give you the lovin’ you want and the punishment you crave in that dirty little heart.”
My orgasm erupts. I cry out and my channel ripples around his cock. I feel Daddy tense. He holds me down as his cock jumps between my walls, splattering me with hot cum. Grunting, Daddy hugs me in his embrace as our bodies shake.
“I love you, baby.”
“I hate you,” I moan.
“Really?”
I clench my quivering pussy and shudder. “No.”
“You get off on being Daddy’s little slut don’t you?”
I can’t deny it. My face burns with shame and desire. “You get off on fucking your daughter!”
He kisses me hard and slaps my ass. “I get off on you, Princess. I get off on this warm pussy wrapped around my cock. On your little moans when you cum. On the scent of your cum. I’m glad you tried to rob me, baby. It’s brought us closer.”
I slump against his shoulder, moaning out of control. Daddy pulls me off his cock and rubs my throbbing slit until I cum again.
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He’s finally asleep.
I take his hand off my pussy and lay it at his side. I’ve heard people say you look more peaceful when you sleep. Not Daddy. He’s still tense, his eyelids flickering. Like a hunter ready to bolt up any moment. My eyes wander over his muscles, the scars that crisscross his hard abs. Daddy’s been in more than a few fights in his time. Some with guns, some with knives. I look at the thick lump of his soft cock resting against one thigh. How many times has he been inside me? I clench at the feelings and bite my lip. I slip a hand below to sate the heat blooming between my folds. Only a few strokes. I moan softly.
No boy’s made me feel the way I do now.
But I’ve got a job to do. I question whether I still want to run off. A part of me yearns for the stinging orgasms only Daddy can give me.
No.
I’m not going to let him control me like this.
The vault key is on the nightstand. But that’s not what I’m after. I bet Daddy has some other cunning trap planned. He expects me to go after the key.
Besides, how much cash can I carry with me anyway? A few grand at most? A girl like me hitchhiking across the state with a duffle bag of money? Yeah. I wouldn’t last a week.
I have another idea that Daddy won’t expect. I touch the collar around my neck and trace the chain. It’s looped to the bedpost still. I’m careful to avoid jingling it as I reach under Daddy’s pillow and find the cold metal of his revolver. Slowly, I pull it out and turn on the lamp.
“Daddy?”
He sees the gun aimed at him. No shock. A flicker of surprise. Then he smirks. “Careful with that, Princess.” Then he looks over my body, and his cock starts to rise. “What are you doing, baby? If you need Daddy’s dick you just say so.”
“Shut up!”
“Now, now, Mal. That’s a big gun for a little girl. Put your other hand on the grip. Otherwise you’ll break your wrist when you fire.”
I hold the heavy revolver with both hands. I scoot back as Daddy touches my knee.
“Get up,” I tell him.
“Little girl, I’m going to punish you for this.”
I smile. “If you can catch me.”
Daddy growls, his cock fully erect. “What are you playing at, Mal?”
“Get up, Daddy. We have to talk.”
He’s no stranger to having a gun pointed at him, and he calmly rolls off the bed. I tell Daddy to go downstairs and follow a few steps behind. I know he’s not only strong, he’s fast too. He might try to grab the gun. My eyes sweep down his broad back. The heat between my thighs grows.
“I can smell your pussy,” Daddy says.
I blush, my hands trembling.
We’re in the kitchen. I tell Daddy to sit in a chair and toss him a bundle of rope from one of the cabinets.
“Tie yourself up, Daddy. No funny business. I know all your knots. Which one’s real. Which one’s fake.”
“I taught you good, didn’t I?”
“Do it.”
Daddy loops the rope all around and ties himself to the chair. He’s careful to tie his feet to the chair legs so his thighs are spread apart. I gulp when I see the muscles bulging in his lap, his massive cock jutting over his balls.
“I can’t tie my own hands, baby girl.”
“Put them behind you.”
Daddy follows my every word, and I get nervous at how smoothly he obeys. He’s never been a man who just takes it. My nerves settle a bit when I bind his wrists behind the chair back.
“I’m getting bored, baby girl.”
I walk around and put the gun on the kitchen counter. “I’m serious about leaving this town, Daddy. I can’t stay here. I want you to come with me. We can go anywhere. New York City, Chicago, LA—anywhere but here. There’s nothing here for us. There are more barns than people!”
Daddy frowns. “I done told you before, Princess. I’m not leaving this town or this house. My great-great-grandfather built this house.”
“Then give me half your money. I want it in a separate bank account.”
Daddy chuckles. “Goddamn, baby girl. You thought this through didn’t you?”
“I did.” I can’t help but feel a twinge of pride.
“Well, baby, you’re gonna have to shoot me.”
I step closer and glance at Daddy’s cock. “I thought you’d say that.”
“What do you have in mind, Mal?”
“I dunno, Daddy.” I kneel and run my palm over the tip of his cock. “How many times can a man cum before he goes crazy?”
Daddy grins viciously. “I’m gonna whip that ass good, little girl.”
I bite my lips as I close my fingers around Daddy’s throbbing shaft. “You’ll have to catch me first.”
Daddy’s abs tuck in as I stroke his cock from head to base. I use everything he taught me. I slide my thumb up the seam in his sac. I run my tongue around the groove under his tip. I rub the ridge that strain out along the underside of his shaft. Beads of clear cum drip out of his tip. When I squeeze his balls I feel him draw up.
Daddy’s muscles strain taut. He grits his teeth and glares at me. “It’s gonna take more than that—”
I trace my fingertip around Daddy’s pee slit as I grasp his sac. Then I hold his cock against my nipple, rubbing him on my breast.
Daddy tenses. “Gonna spank you until you scream, little girl.”
I stand and hold his cock below my folds. Lowering my body, I let him split me open just enough to feel me around his head. When I pull back, Daddy bares his teeth. I stroke again from head to base, and Daddy grunts out his climax. A rope of thick cum splatters my chin.
“Goddammit,” he groans.
I keep stroking. I don’t let him go soft at all. His head swells purple, and his balls feel tight and heavy. Greased by his cum, I work up my pace. Up and down.
My pussy is soaked, but I stay focused.
Daddy’s body starts to glisten with sweat.
“Thank you for cumming, Daddy,” I say sweetly.
He growls at me. “I bet that pussy is weeping. Why don’t you get on Daddy’s cock like a big girl?”
“What a great idea.”
Daddy’s eyes bulge as I straddle him and sink to his balls. It takes me a while, clenching and rolling my hips, but after fifteen minutes of bouncing on his lap, his cock throbbing inside
me, Daddy grunts and cums deep in my pussy. I get off with a wet pop and stroke him again.
Daddy throws his head back, his cock soapy with my juices and his cum. He strains against his binds, and veins swell on his neck. The muscles on his shoulders push out.
I suck in my breath.
Daddy roars and the ropes snap apart.
He grabs me and pins me against the counter, wrenching my hands behind me, and he crushes my mouth in a savage kiss. I moan and writhe, soaking in the heat from his body.
Daddy bends me over the counter and slaps my ass.
“My turn,” he growls. “You know what I don’t get? You’re still wearing your collar. Why didn’t you take it off, baby?”
I feel a yank on my chain and buck back on Daddy’s hard cock. He’s cum three times in an hour, and he still feels rock hard. Hot breaths fall my neck. “I—I like wearing it.”
“You like being mine,” he says. Sharp slaps jiggle my buttocks.
My skin burns, and my pussy throbs. “Yes.”
“That gun wasn’t even loaded, my naughty little burglar.”
“Oh god.”
He grinds me against the counter, his hand sliding down the cleft of my ass to my drenched slit. Fingers push into me. “Time to take your punishment like a good girl.”
“W-What are you going to do?”
Daddy throws me over his shoulder. He carries me upstairs like a sack, with one hand on my ass. He brings the ropes with him.
He ties me to his bed, spread out and ass up.
Daddy uses the remaining cord of rope like a whip, lashing my rear and the back of my thighs. Each hit makes me hotter. The rope doesn’t hurt so much as stings, a constant reminder of his dominance.
Then Daddy unties my hands from the bedposts.
I look over my shoulder to see him stroking his hard cock, his eyes crazed with lust.
“Get on all fours, Princess. It’s time I fucked your ass.”
Moaning, I obey. My hair spills over my face, and Daddy pulls it back in a ponytail, holding it like reins. He slides his cock over my wet folds.
“I gave you a shot, baby girl. I left my key on the nightstand. But you had to pick the hard way. You don’t even want the money do you? You want to get caught by Daddy. You want to be punished.”
I arch my back and raise my rear.
“Your cunt’s leaking, Princess. Glowing red. I’ll take care of it later. I need to claim the rest of you first.”
Daddy thrusts into my puckered asshole.
I cry out. Fire flares in my ring as he forces his cock into my passage. He pushes deeper, his hand wrapped around my hair, keeping me firmly in place as he plunges into my rear. Soon I feel his sac slapping against my pussy as he pumps his cock between my cheeks.
I don’t know if it’s the degrading position, Daddy’s firm hold, or my arousal from the hour with him downstairs, but my body fevers. Excruciating pleasure builds in my core. His hips slam against my ass. The brief moment of power I had over Daddy fades away to utter submission under his powerful body. I bend and moan, and when I cum, I nearly black out, the sharp burst of heat and pleasure leaving me drowsy.
Daddy brings me back with slaps on my ass. He pulls on my hair.
“That was an anal orgasm,” he growls. “It takes a real slut to cum with just a cock in her ass. That what you are, little girl? Daddy’s ass slut?”
“Yes,” I scream. I squeeze my muscles around Daddy’s hard cock.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes—Daddy!”
Another slap cuts across my bottom. “Good girl.”
Daddy pulls out and flips me on my back. He wipes the damp hair out of my eyes and squeezes my breasts.
“You belong to me,” he says. “I love you, baby girl. Don’t you know that?” He slaps my pussy. “Our game is over.”
I slump my head back as he fondles my clit.
“I’m never letting you out of my sight.” He grabs the chain of my collar and pulls me up for a kiss. “Understand?”
“Yes,” I gasp, reaching down to stroke Daddy’s cock. A feeling of total release fills me. I put myself into his hands. “You win, Daddy.”
“That’s my good girl.”
He slides slowly into my pussy with one thrust until I feel every inch of his cock. Daddy pushes in and out, squelching in my tight channel, coaxing out my orgasm. He buries his mouth against my throat as his pace quickens, and my moans get louder. Tensing against my body, Daddy slams his hips and lets out a grunt. His cock jerks in my pussy. He floods me with hot cum.
Daddy rips my collar off. “Are you going to obey me?”
“Yes!”
He runs his hand over my belly. “Start testing yourself, baby. I want to know when you get pregnant. Until then, I’m going to cum inside you every time.”
“Do you love me, Daddy?”
He tips my chin up and growls. “You know I do.”
“Then take me away from this town. I can’t spend the rest of my life here.” I touch his hand on my tummy. “I can’t raise our baby here.”
A light goes on in Daddy’s eyes when he hears my last words. Or maybe it goes off. I don’t know. He frowns down at me, still rubbing my belly.
“We’ll talk about it later,” he says.
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Daddy’s waiting when I step out of the bathroom. I try to walk past, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me in for a kiss. A slap jiggles my ass.
“What did the test say?”
“Negative.”
“Are you lying?”
I shove the test in his face. Daddy growls and kisses my fingers, his other hand sliding under my shorts to rub me through my panties. I blush. He always knows how to get me going, no matter how angry I am.
“We’ll book an appointment with Dr. Greene.”
I shake my head. Our family doctor would be surprised if I show up with Daddy, especially since she prescribed the birth control pills for me last month. I went by myself and told her I had a secret boyfriend. I’ve been on the pill since. It’s a good feeling to feel Daddy’s hot cum splash my walls every night, to hear his animal grunts as his cock tremors in my pussy, and knowing no matter how potent his seed is, it still won’t take.
Like I told him, I’m not going to raise a baby in some small town in the middle of nowhere. I’m just like Daddy. I’ll do whatever I need to get what I want.
“Mal, I’ve been coming in you for weeks. This ain’t normal.”
“There’s nothing wrong with me.” I squeeze his hard cock. “It’s the environment, Daddy. Besides, what are you going to tell Dr. Greene? You can’t get your little girl pregnant?”
“Nothing wrong with this house,” Daddy growls. “I was conceived here.”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t remind me.”
Daddy pins me against the wall. He yanks my shorts down and lifts me by the thighs. “I haven’t fucked you since this morning. I need this pussy.”
I loop my arms around his neck, my own body throbbing for his rough touch. “What are you waiting for?”
“You’re not telling me something.”
My face burns hotter. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Daddy lowers me onto his cock. He ruts me into the wall, pumping me with hard thrusts. My juices seep out as Daddy slams up again and again. We cum together, his cock buried in my drenched pussy.
It’s been like this since that night when Daddy took off my collar. He fucks me whenever he wants, wherever we are. The worst part is he always makes me cum first. And there are those rare days when Daddy’s too tired from work and he forgets he hasn’t touched me. I’d crawl into his bed and pout until his lust burns. Then he’d lick my pussy before he slams his huge cock deep into me.
“What are you hiding?” Daddy asks. He sets me down but holds me by the waist. “Tell me the truth, Princess.”
“I’ve been on the pill!” I snap.
Daddy can’t hide his shock. “What?”
I pick up
my shorts. “I’m not your slave! I love you Daddy, but you can’t keep me like this.”
Daddy crosses his arms. “I want you to be happy.”
“I’m not!”
For a brief moment, Daddy flinches. All my acting out, all my antics to open his vault—nothing has stung him more than my words now.
Daddy growls and leaves me in the hallway.
That night, he doesn’t come to my room. And when I tiptoe into his, I hear Daddy stroking his cock. He’s never done that since he took my virginity. He’s always given me everything he has. I climb on his bed in the darkness, and he’s still stroking.
“Why didn’t you come to me?” I whisper.
“Go to sleep, baby girl.”
“Daddy, I need you.”
His eyes glimmer in the darkness.
“Please,” I whisper.
Daddy lunges up and rolls me on my stomach. He pulls me to my hands and knees, pounding into my pussy from behind. He slams his cock harder and harder. The violence in him is barely controlled, and I cum my heart out as Daddy fucks against my body, rocking the bed with his furious thrusts.
I collapse, moaning, and I feel a hot splatter on my ass as Daddy douses me with his seed. He slaps my buttocks.
“You didn’t cum inside,” I moan.
“What’s the point?” He flips me around and runs his thumb over my chin. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby girl. But you’re right. You deserve better than some old house like this.”
I see the hurt in his eyes, and that makes it worse than anything. He’s supposed to be in control. He’s supposed to make me do whatever he wants. I almost wish that after I’d told him about the pill, he’d hung me up on that spike in the basement again and whipped my bottom for my disobedience.
“Go to your bed, baby girl. We’ll talk in the morning.”
Come morning, I find the house empty. Daddy left a note downstairs saying he went to the bank. I wait for him on the living room sofa, my heart stuttering along.
Finally I hear the door open. Daddy walks to the living room and hands me a deposit slip. Almost half a million in cash.
“That should get you started wherever you want to go. If you need more, you let me know. I’ll help you pack.”
I glare at him, and I can feel the tears in my eyes. I ball the slip in my fist. “You think you can buy my love?”
