The Lawyer's Daffodil (Flower of the Month)

“Now, I will make you my princess. My little one. My woman. My queen. My broodmare.” I say the last part with her tit in my mouth. I am addicted to her breasts and the natural sweetness. I am obsessed with how they harden in my mouth and swell with each lick and bite.

“I… I have school,” she says in between moans and begging.

“You can have school here. The world is dangerous, little one, and your innocence is evident and potent.” My knuckle grazes her clit as my middle finger slides inside of her. Shit. Every time I touch her, I sink deeper into obsession. Her hot cunt closes around my middle digit, and my eyes close for a second before opening to gaze into hers. “Oh, no little flower. You will be heavily guarded with the tiny petal between your legs. Men are going to be lining up trying to get a whiff, a taste, and a feel of this gash playing peek-a-boo with me right now. No, sweet girl. You will be going nowhere.” I hook my finger upward, grazing her g-spot, and she jets, gushing in my hand.

“I-Oh God, that feels so good. Don’t stop.” she grabs hold of my shoulders and rocks against my hand.

“Never. I am not going to stop until you are bred and wearing my ring with my last name. Even then, I am going to be inside of you rubbing your burgeoning belly while you ride me, spilling your pussy juice down my balls.”

“I want that. I want that, Cillian. Oh, God. Right there.” She looks so fucking sexy riding my finger, telling me what she likes. Her face is flush and glowing. Her tits are red and marked up from my bites.

“Tell me, little flower, has anyone ever plucked this petal?” I know the answer, but I need to hear her say it. “Tell me, baby. Has anyone else touched or smelled your special scent?”

“Cillian, please. It’s happening. It’s…” My sweet girl is so lost in chasing her orgasm my words can’t penetrate her fog. Smack. “Cillian.” she gasps and starts bucking faster. Such a wonder. How did I get so lucky to find such a sweet flower? My heart pulls, watching her strained face as she tries to let go. Mine. My little one. My sweet flower. “Tell me, little one, or I won’t let you come. Has anyone touched my petal?”

“No. No one, Cillian. No one ever. Only you.” Fucking right. Will only ever be me fucking this pussy, spraying my fertilizer inside of her and watching her stomach grow and build us a family.” Fuck. I can’t wait any longer. I pull my finger out of her and bring it to my mouth. From heavy lids, she looks at my mouth, licking her own.

“God damn it, little one, I wanted to make this special for you, but I can’t wait anymore.” In a minute flat, we are in the bedroom, and she's laid out for me, open and wet, pussy and thighs glistening from how much she has gushed since my finger has been inside of her. I strip, dropping my pants, not bothering with sweet shit. I want to give her a second to see what she will have to handle from the only body and man she will have for the rest of her life.

When my pants fall, and she gets a look at the monster, I can see the fear cross her face. “Don’t worry, baby; he won’t hurt you...much.” She looks at me, not sure what emotion to have, but I know from how she fucked my hand that as soon as she is used to him, she will be a wanton, greedy flower. She licks her lips, looks at me, and suddenly my chest hurts, and I begin to feel something I didn't think was possible. I feel a piece of me click into place. She is my missing piece, and now I am complete.

SEVEN

DAFFODIL

Oh, God. This is happening. He is standing over me, looking like the God Zeus, his cock like a sword pointing at his next victim. Me. “Spread your legs.” He falls to his knees pulls me further to the edge of the bed. “Don’t take your eyes off me. Do you understand?” I nod frantically, willing to do or say anything to get him to lick me. I am mesmerized, in a trance, watching him stroke his cock; I don’t hear or see anything. I want that in my mouth. SMACK!! I jump and moan as he spanks my pussy, emphasizing his point. I know it is supposed to be a punishment, but what does it say about me that it is far from one? “Do you understand?”

“YES! Yes. Yes. Yes.” I chant over and over, just needing him to do it. I need him inside of me. I need to feel full of him and with him. I want to feel his weight on me, covering me, protecting me from anything outside of here. How crazy is that? It has been twenty-four hours, and already he is so much a part of me. So much so that if I have to leave here, I would be lost.