I glare at him. “Daddy,” I say clearly.
He shrugs. “It will do.” And then he lifts me off the floor, my back hitting the hard tiled wall. “Now, I want you to scream it while I make you come. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I mutter, hating myself in that moment for my sheer weakness.
He shakes his head. “Yes, what?”
I want to scream and shout and tear him apart, but instead, my shoulders slump as the heaviness descends. “Yes, daddy.”
“Good girl,” he purrs.
I hate the way my nipples harden the moment he praises me. And then my pussy gets wetter as he slides the thick head of his cock through my wet lips.
“You’re wetter than usual.” An evil smirk spreads onto his lips. “Because deep down you like calling me daddy, don’t you?”
I don’t answer him and he doesn’t wait for one as he thrusts upwards, burying himself in me with no mercy. My pussy gives way for him. It’s as if I’m pliable now and it has stretched to fit his huge size, like a glove. Each and every time he takes me, the pain is less, and the pleasure is more intense, making it difficult to hate this part of the day.
The worst part comes after my climax when the shame hits me and infects me like a disease.
Adrik kisses me then, his tongue stoking the fire he ignited in the pit of my stomach.
I moan as his tongue caresses my own, unable to think about how much I’ll hate myself afterwards.
His thrusts are hard and brutal as he takes me against the wall. “That’s it, baby girl. Take daddy’s cock just like that.”
I moan again, unable to help myself. Is it possible he’s seen my books? Maybe he’s using my kinks against me as a way to worm his way under my skin. The pressure between my legs is building with each thrust as he fucks me like an animal, looking into my eyes as he does.
I should break his gaze, but I stare straight into the eyes of the devil. Drowning in his darkness and in this moment, enjoying every second of it.
“Does it feel good, baby girl?” he asks, eyes searching mine.
“Yes, daddy,” I moan, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip as the pleasure becomes almost too much. “I’m so close to coming.”
He groans, eyes dilating so much he hardly looks like the same man. Even when we’ve been fucking before, he’s always seemed in control to a certain extent. Right now he seems on edge as if he’s clasping onto the last threads.
“Your cunt is so fucking good I can spend the rest of my life with you bobbing up and down my cock and never grow tired of it,” he growls, his voice different as if he’s lost to the sensations. “Now I want you to come for me. Can you come for daddy, baby girl?”
That question is all it takes as my body starts to unravel at the seams. Light floods my irises, making it difficult to see past the stars blurring my vision. “Fuck, yes, daddy,” I cry, my mind no longer coherent as the pleasure is insurmountable.
Adrik growls and sinks his teeth into my collarbone, flooding my body with a sharp pain that only heightens the pleasure coursing through my nerve endings.
I feel his cock twitching deep inside of me as he unloads every drop of cum. His body turns taut and rigid against mine.
Our heavy breathing and the rush of water cascading over us are all that falls between us for a long time. Finally, Adrik lowers me to the floor and I wrap my arms around my waist, the shame creeping in at an alarming speed.
“Turn around,” he says, his voice cold and detached, completely different from minutes ago.
I do as he says, and he grabs a bottle of shampoo, lathering my hair. It makes me uncomfortable, but I don’t say a word. Instead, I stare absentmindedly at the wall like a doll that he can do whatever he wants to. Sadness creeps into my chest and squeezes like a vise as I wonder if that’s what he’s slowly turning me in to. Nothing more than a sex doll to do as he says and tend to his every whim.
I swallow hard, forcing myself not to allow the tears to fall. He can’t see me cry, as then he’ll know he’s won. Then he’ll know he’s broken me.
14
ADRIK
Isit opposite the mayor as he drones on about our organization’s duty to the city, which basically means our duty to line his pockets with as much cash as possible. The only thing that has my full focus is my beautiful wife. She finally caved, but it took some blackmailing in the end. I’m not a patient man and Eliza was testing my patience with her constant refusal to submit to my simple demand.
She sits in contemplative silence, since I told her to either act or keep her mouth shut. Eliza has barely said five words since we sat down over an hour ago, not that the mayor or his wife, Karen, seem to notice. They both can’t keep their mouths shut.