I shiver and obey him, slowly pulling them down my thighs and letting them drop to my ankles before stepping out of them. I haven't been in these rooms enough to confidently move through them blindfolded, but he doesn't make me move farther than a step before he takes my hand again and guides me back to the bed.
“Sit,” he commands, and I do, on the edge, knees pressed together and hands on my thighs. “Now, spread your legs for me, baby. Nice and wide.”
I tilt my head up and even though I can’t see him, I imagine him standing there, his dark, soft curls peppered with grey, his piercing brown eyes burning holes right through me. I imagine his strong, stubbled jaw tightly clenched as he looks down over me. I spread my legs, the anticipation killing me. I so badly want to see him, to look him in the eye as he fucks me.
“Mm, God, yes…”
His hands, big and warm, touch the outside of my knees. I can hear him moving. He's kneeling down, probably staring right at my pussy. I can imagine him, hungry, eyes darkening as he takes in how wet I am. My cheeks heat at the idea of him looking at me like that and how much I like the feeling.
“Do you let any of those other boys look at you like this, Sweetpea?”
I shake my head. “No, Daddy,” I say softly.
“But you put the idea in their heads, don't you, naughty girl?” he insists. “I bet you tell them how wet you are for them.” He releases a low growl, slapping his hand against my pussy. “I can't let you think this is proper behaviour, baby. I need to teach you a lesson. You're going to take your punishment like a good girl, aren't you?”
Oh,fuck.
“Yes, Daddy,” I say, nodding, wiping my tongue across my dry lips. “Anything.”
And I mean it. I hope he knows that right now, I would let him do anything to me. I can almost hear him smiling. He stands, and I hear more rustling of clothing, then his hands are on me again, picking me up and turning me around so I'm on my hands and knees on the bed.
“On your elbows, baby,” he purrs, dragging his nails up my spine. Shaking with anticipation, I go, and moan when his hands flatten on my ass.
The bed dips as he kneels behind me.
The first slap is loud, more sting than force as his belt hits my ass, but it's enough to startle a cry from me. I clench my fingers in the sheets as he spanks me again, on the other cheek, heat spreading out all over my body. My toes curl and I drop my head, moaning and pressing back against him. He laughs, a dark and rough sound, and spanks me again, three times on each cheek, each hit harder than the last.
“Daddy!”
I choke out the word, the pain building up to a simmering warmth, racing along every nerve. He never raised a hand to me when he was my stepfather, never showed a single violent inclination, but theideathat he would is so hot… My heart is racing, knowing that he likes this just as much as I do. I'm so turned on that it's getting hard to think straight.
“Daddy, please…”
“You're taking your punishment so well,” he purrs, rubbing over my stinging skin. “You’re such a good girl.”
I sigh happily. I love how dirty that sounds coming from him. I hear another rustle, and then gasp as I feel his thick, leaking cockhead rest against my entrance. I want to push back so badly, but his grip is strong, and I can't move. I spent the rest of that first night thinking about how good it felt, how big and thick his cock was, how perfectly it fit inside me. My mouth is dry thinking about getting it again.
He groans roughly, rubbing his cock through my folds. I'm so wet already, practically dripping all over him, coating his cock with my juices. I blush at the feeling, spreading my knees a little wider, letting him sink even farther inside me.
“That’s it, baby. Good girl,” he praises.
I moan as he pushes inside me, stopping at just the tip. Fuck, it stretches me so nicely, but it's not deep enough for what I really want. I want what he did the first time, rough and fast and desperate like he just couldn't help himself.
“Daddy,” I whine.
“Almost done, baby,” he murmurs, rocking his hips just to tease me before going still again. I gasp, shocked when he spanks me again, harder than the last few times. It makes me clench up around his cock, which suddenly feels huge when I do it. He spanks me again, and every time, I tighten around him. It's such an awful tease, so close toperfect, and I abruptly realize this is part of his punishment.
I shiver, dropping down to my chest and stretching my arms out, surrendering to it. I can't stop how I shake, every inch of me electrified and burning hot. Nonsense noises spill from my mouth as he continues to hit me, occasionally breaking up the burn with rough grabs of his hands and dragging his nails up and down my back.
Finally, when I've lost count and I know my ass is going to be red and sore for days after, he digs his nails into my hips hard enough that he's sure to leave marks. He growls roughly as he slams into me again.
“That's my girl,” he rasps, thrusting inside me, all the way, as deep as he can get. The noise I let out at that isn't even human. “That's my good. Fucking. Little. Girl.” He punctuates the sentence with another thrust, rough enough to jolt my entire body.
I can't help but melt into it, practically screaming for it after being denied for so long. He bends over me, all his weight hard to bear but I do it, loving how pinned and covered I feel under him. He reaches between my legs and rubs my clit, tight fast circles just how I prefer to touch myself.
I come with a muffled scream into the sheets, bucking up against him, I can't help myself. The orgasm is so powerful I think I might black out for a second, because when I come to, I'm on my belly on the bed, his grunts loud in my ear, his arms wrapped tight around my chest.
“Fuck,” he snarls, fucking me with abandon, every thrust delicious torture on my sensitive insides and my abused ass. I merely spread my legs as wide as I can, unable to catch my breath with him relentlessly fucking it out of me.