by Alta Hensley
She dragged in a breath and slowly let it out, the pain between her thighs quickly ebbed and left a hunger needing to be filled. Hooking one leg behind his back, she arched upward toward him, not wanting his gentleness.
“Fuck, Ariana.” He wrapped one hand around her throat, not squeezing, but holding her in place as he plowed harder into her.
She raked her fingernails down his arms, delighting in his hiss. Controlled, powerful thrusts stretched her, feeding her rising arousal. He placed hot kisses to her cheeks, her neck, her chest as he pumped into her body, taking her, owning her. Every touch reached into her soul with a caress.
“Daddy,” she moaned, barreling toward an explosion she couldn’t contain. “Daddy, please. Oh please,” she begged, gripping him and thrusting upward to match his fervor.
“Come with me, Ariana.” He snaked his hand between their bodies, finding her clit. She threw her head back and mewled. This man knew exactly where and how to touch to make the fireworks burst behind her eyes.
“Daddy!” she screamed as every nerve in her body burst into waves of utopia, sweeping over her body. Over and over she called out to him as he continued to plow into her, driving her through her release while chasing after his own.
“Fuck. Fuck,” he growled as she slowly started to recede from the intensity. “Fuck,” he grunted, thrusting once, twice before stilling over her body. His thick cock pulsated inside of her, filling her with his hot cum.
His eyes slid open, his jaw dropped as the same pleasure that blindsided her ripped through him. When he came back to her, she smiled. Such a beautiful sight watching a powerful, dominating man lose his control.
She had the power.
For a fleeting moment, she had the control over him.
He kissed her as he slipped out of her body, rolling to her side. The bed was too narrow for them both to lie comfortably, but once he hauled her up to his side, it wasn’t too bad.
“I need a towel.” She broke the silence after minutes went by.
“No, you never waste Daddy’s cum, remember.” He climbed off the bed.
“But…” She rose up to her elbows.
He went to the hope chest at the foot of the bed and brought out a blanket. She watched him unfold the quilt and flap it a few times before covering her with it.
“Tomorrow night, you’ll sleep in my room. But tonight, I can’t stay with you.” He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling his trousers back on. He growled, “I fucking hate this.” He stood up to work the button in place. “When they wake you tomorrow, they’ll expect to find messy bedding,” he explained.
“Oh, so it’s not just some animalistic need of yours to make me sleep in the wet spot?” She huffed lightly and pulled the quilt up to her chin.
He finished dressing then leaned over her. “I’m not going to lie. I like the idea of my cum slipping out of your little pussy. Knowing you’ll be aware of it as it smears against your sexy thighs, creeps down to your ass… I love all of that. So dirty. Fucking filthy.” He pressed a quick kiss to her forehead. “Be a good girl tomorrow. I won’t see you until it’s time for the playroom. Nancy’s been told to stay away from you, but you have to be careful.”
“I know.” She nodded. Was she mistaken or did he truly not want to leave her? Not just because of their survival, but more? He looked torn as he glanced at the door. “If you stay, they’ll get suspicious.”
He picked up his suit jacket. “Yeah. They will, and Frank already thinks I’m too close to you.”
“Are you?” she asked.
He didn’t answer, but his eyes said it all.
One more kiss, and he went to the door, pausing then flicking off the light before leaving her with the signs of his claiming running down her leg. The click resounded in the room when the door shut, leaving her alone in the dark.
Ariana had been anxious all day, but somehow managed to play her part of the unsuspecting, blissful Lullaby girl. Luckily, Nancy had left her alone all day, and no events occurred that would have brought much attention her way. Regardless of the ease of her day, she was extremely happy to see Costello arrive in her room to fetch her for the playroom. Being away from him was growing harder and harder, and she realized that he helped maintain her sanity in the House of madness.
“I heard you were good,” he said as he closed the bedroom door.
“I didn’t really have a choice,” she said with a playful smile even though her heart skipped, and her belly tightened as she set her eyes on his dominant presence.
“Good. But I’m afraid you aren’t going to like what needs to happen now. Before we go to the playroom, I’m going to teach you a lesson to keep you safe. A hard lesson,” Costello said as he approached her. “And you have two choices. You can take this lesson like a good girl, or you can get your ass spanked hard and still have to take the lesson. The spanking part of this is up to you.”
Ariana opened her mouth to ask what kind of lesson, but the hard look in Costello’s eyes changed her mind.
“Go lie on the bed on your stomach. Pull down your panties, bare yourself, prop your ass up with pillows, and pull your ass cheeks apart. Show me your asshole like a good girl,” he commanded.
The uncertainty of what would occur in the playroom already had Ariana’s nerves on edge, but now seeing Costello’s no nonsense, militant, and cold behavior, made everything worse. He clearly meant business and wasn’t taking this trip to the playroom lightly.
Unsure of exactly what would come next, Ariana did as directed, not wanting the spanking he’d threatened. The position was awkward, and she wasn’t even sure if she was doing it correctly. Was she propped high enough by the pillows she lay over? How wide was she to spread her butt? The cool air on her exposed anus not only embarrassed her, but the anticipation of what Costello intended to do kept her heart beating and her breath ragged. She pressed her heated face into the mattress but didn’t dare release her fingers from spreading herself open.
The tiny hairs on her nape stood on end when he spoke next. “I haven’t prepared your ass yet for when a Daddy wants to fuck you there.”
She began to loosen her grip. “But… another Daddy taking my ass?”
“Keep your ass spread,” he snapped, which had her quickly taking a stronger hold and pulling even wider than she had before. “This is the part where the lesson comes in. If you don’t behave yourself perfectly in the playroom tonight, someone else fucking this ass of yours is a real possibility. So, I’m going to show you exactly what that will be like as a reminder when you even dare get an idea in your head to do anything more than to play the sweet, submissive, innocent little girl you are expected to be.”
Chills ran down her spine, even though her face heated to an inferno. The contrast of raging emotions inside her trembling body nearly sent her into a panic.
What if she couldn’t do this?
What if she gave away that the Lullaby wasn’t working on her?
What would they do?
Would Costello be able to save her from what could very well be her doomed fate?
“Has anyone ever fucked you hard in the ass before?”
“No, Daddy,” she said, not much louder than a whisper. “I don’t want to have my ass fucked.”
“And I told you…this will be a hard lesson to take.” He touched the puckered hole with the tip of his finger which had Ariana jumping in surprise. But no matter the startle, she did not release her grip. “You are not to release your cheeks until I tell you, or a spanking will happen. Understood?”
“Understood.”
Knowing he could see her asshole, as well as her pussy, which for the life of her she couldn’t explain was getting wetter by the second, filled her with a shame laced in heavy need for much more than just the touch of a finger.
The sound of a lid clicking open, followed by the cold liquid of lubrication dripping on her anus, had her belly flip. Costello was going to fuck her ass, and she wasn’t sure if she was terrified or excited.
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br /> “I’m going to lube you,” he began as he circled his slick finger around the tight little hole. “Many Daddies wouldn’t be so generous. Definitely the fuckers who will be in the playroom tonight won’t be. So, imagine my finger being inserted into you right now completely dry. Raw.”
Without pause, his finger pressed past the entrance and slid all the way inside her.
When Ariana squealed at the invasion, Costello pulled out his finger only to thrust it harder inside. “Quiet. This is nothing you can’t handle. It’s just a finger.”
Ariana took a deep breath, tightened her fingers on her taut flesh, and tried to relax against the invasion of Costello’s finger now pumping in and out of her, spreading the lubrication all around.
“You have a tight hole,” Costello said. “I can see the skin stretching around my knuckle.”
A small moan of humiliation escaped her lips. Why must she be in such a vulnerable and revealing position for this lesson? This part alone could very well be worse than the actual ass fucking to come.
“Now, I want you to tighten your muscles around my finger. Squeeze hard.”
Ariana concentrated on doing as he asked, never in her life trying to control the muscles of her hole before. The tightening only made his finger all the more obvious and uncomfortable, but she tightened them regardless.
“Good,” he praised. “Now relax them.”
She did as he asked, relieved that his finger no longer had the same stretch of her hole.
“Very good. Now, tighten again, then relax. And then do this a few times. Milk my finger with that hole of yours. I’m watching.”
Fighting back a groan of mortification, and burning tears in the back of her eyes, Ariana did the act.
Tighten. Relax. Tighten. Relax.
“That’s it. Just like that,” Costello commended.
Tighten. Relax. Tighten. Relax.
His finger remained firmly rooted in her behind.
“Very good,” he said. “So, now when I tell you to relax when I’m easing inside of you, or fucking you hard, you know exactly what that means. You know how to ease those tense muscles which will make the entire experience much easier.”
The thought of taking anything larger in her ass other than a finger seemed too hard. Relaxed or not. “But—”
“Do you want that spanking first?” he warned.
“No, Daddy,” she quickly responded, understanding loud and clear that Costello was not in the mood for any form of pleading or negotiation. He wanted compliancy and silence.
Focus on the lesson and nothing more.
He pulled out his finger, and the sound of clothing being removed from behind where she still obediently remained in position, sent a new wave of erotic fear. Was it time? Would she now have someone—Costello—claim her virginal ass?
She didn’t have to wonder for long.
Costello placed the tip of his dick on her puckered hole and applied enough pressure that she instantly tensed up. “Relax,” he said softly. “You can release your hands now. I want you to remember what I just taught you, and relax as I enter you.”
“Is this going to hurt?” She fisted the bedspread in anticipation.
“Yes.”
That was not the answer she was hoping to hear.
Taking hold of her hips, Costello slowly eased his cock past the tight flesh and breeched her back entrance. The foreign sensation had her gasp, and then the stretch of her inner ring as he inched further had her whimper.
“Shh,” he hissed. “Relax. Focus on accepting me.”
“Costell—”
Forgetting all the schooling on how to relax, Ariana tensed and cried out when the thickness of his cock reached a point where she seriously doubted if he would be able to fit inside.
“I know it hurts,” he said softly. “Just focus and relax. It will get easier.”
“You’re too big. You’re going to tear me!”
Costello paused in his movement and began to rub her lower back with the softest of touches. “You are going to be just fine. Your body is built for this. Trust me. I would never cause permanent harm to you. Relax. I can tell when you do.”
He inched inside a little deeper.
“No,” she mewled. “It stings.”
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
“Yes!”
“Good. Remember this tonight. Imagine some other man jamming his cock inside with full force. Picture him thrusting over and over, in and out, until you are screaming for mercy. You think my cock hurts now with me barely moving? What do you think a lubeless ass fucking from a shithead will feel like?”
Tears fell from her eyes at the disgusting image. She would never be able to endure such an act. They would have to kill her first. But then again, that was exactly why Costello was doing what he was doing.
He wanted to save her life.
“But,” he said softly, as he reached around her body and parted her pussy, finding her clit. “This can also feel really good for both of us.” With his cock still inside her stretched hole, he toyed with her clit. “I can make you cum with me buried inside of you.”
Electricity bolted from her clit straight to the biting hole. Costello no longer needed to tell her to relax. His ministrations demanded it. What once seemed impossible, morphed to an erotic ache. As he inched further, the biting pain transformed to carnal need for a deeper and full possession.
“That’s right, baby girl. Take my cock balls deep.”
He continued to play with her clit, driving her closer and closer to an animalistic climax as she allowed his primal taking. Only seconds had passed from when she thought she would die from the pain, and now she wanted him deeper and harder.
“I’m ready,” she panted. “I want you to fuck my ass.”
With a growl, Costello took hold of her hips again and pulled out his dick, only to thrust it back inside. Her body did not resist in any way. Tingles shot from the depths of her ass to the tips of her toes. Her pussy throbbed, and her heart stuttered against her heaving chest. Ariana came harder than she ever had while he continued to pump in and out with the sounds of his own nearing orgasm blending with her own.
“This ass is mine,” he grunted as he released himself in the forbidden channel saved for his taking. “Fucking mine, and only mine.”
“Yes!” Her pussy pulsated, her breathing hitched. “Yes…”
“You be a good girl tonight,” he said between inhaling deep breaths of air. “I don’t want to have to kill anyone tonight to protect what is, and what will forever be, mine.”
Dressed in a soft blue dress with white lace trim, Ariana followed Costello up the stairs and down the hall to the playroom. The knot in her stomach tightened with every step. All day, horrific images played through her mind, conjuring up the worst scenarios she could think of that she would witness. It was enough to make her head pound.
Costello’s lesson had worked well to teach her how much worse her situation could get, but it also helped relieve some of the tension. He’d been rough with her, firm and strong, but instead of feeling the need to shrink away from his dominance, she’d found comfort in it. He would protect her, no matter what happened in the playroom, but she needed to focus on keeping her secret. She could not be found out.
“Okay, here we are.” Costello gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Remember, you’re just here to observe. You aren’t going to play with anyone, so if someone comes over to us, you keep your eyes down. I’ll do all the talking. You only speak when I tell you to.”
The adult in her boiled over at his instructions, but she’d follow them. He was keeping her safe, and if she deviated from his rules, they could both get into trouble.
“Okay, Daddy. I understand,” she said and took a deep breath.
“I’ll be with you the entire time,” he promised as he opened the door.
Music with a soft melody filled the room. She’d expected a club-like atmosphere, but what they walked into was an even larger scale nurse
ry than the dayroom. Furniture meant for little girls and even babies had been made into adult sizes. Stuffed animals littered one corner of the room. There was even a ball pit.
It only took a moment before she saw past the innocent décor to the men and Lullaby girls in the room. She tucked herself a little closer toward Costello as they passed a man holding a woman dressed in a ducky onesie in his lap and was feeding her a cock shaped bottle.
“That’s a good little baby, suck all that milk out for Daddy. When you’re done here, you’ll suck Daddy’s cock,” he said to the girl, shoving the head of the bottle further into her mouth. She coughed and sputtered, but he didn’t remove it.
“Ariana, let’s keep going.” Costello tugged her along.
She hurried to keep up with him until he took her to a beanbag chair in a small nook.
“Sit here,” he said, gesturing toward the chair. She sank down into it, pulling the hem of her dress down to keep it from riding all the way up her thighs.
“C’mere, baby.” A sickly-sweet voice drew Ariana’s attention to the left of where she sat. Costello stood beside her, standing guard she supposed, but she could see everything going on around them.
The man grabbed a woman who was sitting on a rocking horse and pulled her to her feet. “You’ve been a naughty girl today, haven’t you?” he asked, already working his belt open from his jeans.
“Nooooo,” she crooned. “I’ve been a good girl.”
He yanked her harder toward him.
“Talking back?”
“No, Daddy! I’m sorry!”
“Melanie, go with Mr. Stephano. He’s your Daddy for the night,” a nanny, Ariana hadn’t seen before, chided the girl. If she hadn’t been dressed in the same uniform as the nannies downstairs, Ariana wouldn’t have known what she was.
“Oh.” Melanie straightened up and stopped tugging away. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll just add it to your punishment,” he snarled and dragged her away from the rocking horse over to a whipping post.
“That’s not fair!” Ariana protested and tried to get to her feet.
