I blink my eyes quickly as I start to come down and draw a deep breath into my lungs. When Baron withdraws his fingers, I gasp at the loss, feeling suddenly empty. The sound of his belt buckle being undone is a terrifying warning of what’s about to come.
But this time, I’m scared for another reason. Not because this is wrong. Not because I shouldn’t be doing it. Not because I’m being forced to do it, but because I want to do that, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to.
It’s just as big as I remember…
He pulls out his cock and lets it rest in the palm of his hand, showing me just how heavy and thick he is. I’m not even touching it, and I can feel the weight of it. My body goes tense, and I bite down on my lip, scared that he’s going to try and enter me, and it simply will not be possible.
“I see you’re worried, princess.” He smiles. “Don’t. It will only hurt for a second when I pop your cherry. And then it’s going to feel so fucking good you’re going to wish I’d fucked you back at the house after I caught you with that prick hockey player.”
“I—I’m sorry, Baron. I should never have seen him.”
“You’re goddamn right you shouldn’t have,” he replies as he opens his shirt to reveal his thick chest and washboard abs. “But now you know better. Now you know who you belong to, don’t you?”
He leans down and lets his pants fall to his knees. His eyes are firm and possessive, and all I can do is nod.
“See? You’re learning to be a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Y—yes, Daddy…”
I don’t even know why I said
it.
My God. I really do have a daddy kink; I just never acknowledged it. All this time…was my behavior…was I subconsciously seducing him? That would explain his anger when he found me with Harry.
“I like it when you call me that.” He grins.
“I—I like it too.”
I like it even more when he presses the tip of his cock against my entrance, spreading me open and readying my body for him.
Like the other night, I’m engulfed with a heat, and my legs begin quaking with anticipation. It’s so intense I can barely hold them open, but Baron takes care of that for me too; he grips my thighs with both hands and spreads my legs as wide as they will go.
“You shave your fucking pussy,” he remarks, hunger in his voice. “Who do you do that for?”
A fresh anger in his eyes causes me to tense up again. “No—no one! You saw it the other night, Daddy!”
“You weren’t shaving for Harry?”
“No! No, I promise! I just—I just do it. All the girls do these days.”
I watch his eyes as he processes my answer. Please believe me. It’s the truth.
After several seconds, he nods, apparently satisfied. I expect him to go back to what he was doing, and ready myself for him to take my virginity, but that isn’t what happens.
Baron quickly gets down on his knees in front of me. I gasp and try to figure out what to say to stop him, but he moves too quickly and with such intent that I know it would be futile anyway.
I feel his breath first. Hot on my thighs and my lips. Then the moisture and pressure from his tongue as he finds my clitoris, as though he knew exactly where to find it. I soar. I might as well be on a rocket ship headed for space. All thought leaves my mind, and my hands tighten on the couch cushions as he goes down on me, something I never thought I’d be comfortable enough to let anyone do.
Let alone him…
Guys talk. They say things about doing this to girls. It’s gross. It tastes bad. It’s submissive.
But Baron seems oblivious to all that, and what he’s doing to me is certainly not submissive. He may have his head between my legs, but he’s the one in complete control.
“You—you don’t have to do that,” I whimper. As if he doesn’t know that already. His response is a hungry groan that vibrates through my core as his tongue carries me to new heights.
His hands move to the back of my legs, and he presses them back, all the way so my knees are touching my shoulders. All of my business is out there. I’ve never been more exposed. There’s no hiding a single inch of my body from him at this point.