“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.