Earning Her Keep (Price of Love)

“You stay right fucking there, babygirl. Or else.”

She nods, blinking back a wave of emotion as she lowers her head to the table again.

Or else. Simple words for a thousand things. As I eat her out I wonder about those two words. Or else. If she tries to get away, then what? Tie her up. Tie her down. Keep her captive. Take away everything but me.

Whatever it fucking takes. Because now that I have tasted this pussy, there’s no going back.

I’d kill to keep her.

I fucking know it in my soul.

The harder I work on her, the more she fights me, caught somewhere between too much and not enough. “Daddy, I can’t… earlier. I’m so new to all this and I’ve never come three times in a day.”

Just wait until you cum three times in an hour.

“Shut the fuck up and take it,” I snarl, and then take a nice, long, greedy suck on her clit, fucking milking that desire out of her. Drawing her submission out with her dripping juices.

“Oh, shit,” she hushes out on a desperate sob. She slides her fingers through my hair, touches my sideburns. She’s so fucking gentle with me that it makes me groan. Groan in need. Groan in loathing. Because she’s got no fucking idea how much damage I could do. How much I want to do. “Oh my god.”

The fight’s draining out of her and I know it. Her legs begin to fall open in surrender and I drink my fill. As if I’ll ever fucking have enough.

Her legs wrap around my shoulders, heels to my back. She is so fucking warm, so fucking pure. Every inch of her like polished alabaster. I inhale so deep her scent flows down into my soul, smelling her cunt and body. As I do, I feel something start to change inside me. Whatever power I have over her is at her fucking pleasure. I’m lost to her now and there’s no return.

Lust is a weight inside me. Deep in my core, deep in my gut. I can’t fucking believe I’ve got her here, on this table, laid out for me like a feast. Finally, she’s fucking mine. To take. To cherish. To destroy.

With my lips and my teeth, I draw her clit away from her body, pulling the skin tight. I push her lips wide open with my fingers, so I get a nice long look at that fucking opening. Like a clam shell, begging to be broken apart.

Her hips buck up, and the fight is back. Her back arches and she rolls her neck back, drawing her chest up off the table. She’s so flexible, so easy in her body. All that fucking yoga. Magic, fucking magic. Every muscle in her body is tight and ready, and my ears are full of her sweet little gasps.

“This little fuck-hole isn’t ready for me, not even close.”

“Why not?” she sobs out, a cry of confusion.

“Too fucking tight.”

I’ve got to loosen her up to get her ready for what comes next. Because what comes next will be bloody, and brutal, and fucking beautiful like nothing else before or ever again. My brain knows it. And so does my seeping dick, my boxers sticky and plastered against my girth.

The thought of her little pussy bleeding for me makes me growl out a primal groan into her folds. I push into her opening with my middle finger, letting her clit slip free of my lips. I’m fucking pissed about it, but it’s necessary.

The thought runs through my mind, the readout from that fucking health monitor watch. The numbers I compared with all the others just today, knowing what they meant, knowing what part of her cycle she’s in right now.

“It’s time to break you in, princess.”

Now I’m in past my second knuckle, farther than before. She’s so fucking tight, so fucking young and sweet and new, that I can’t even wiggle my finger. There’s no fucking way my cock is getting in there.

Not yet.

I press a kiss to her inner thigh. “Relax,” I tell her. “If you don’t relax, you’ll be in a world of pain.”

She’s looking up, but still I see her lips quiver. “I don’t know how to do this.”

“Shhh, shhh, baby,” I say against her thigh. “Daddy knows. So trust me. I will fucking take care of you. I will give you exactly what you need.”

She slides her hand down, knitting her fingers in mine. “Okay, Daddy” she says, with a squeeze. “I’m trying to relax.”

“Breathe, baby. Breathe.”

I try again and get further inside. “Good girl,” I tell her, coaxing out more warmth and wetness. I add my tongue to her clit, penetrating her deeper. Further.

More, more, more.

Whatever fear she was feeling is replaced by a new pleasure. “Oh, oh!” With her free hand she slaps the table, and sucks in a breath from between gritted teeth. “That’s just, that’s…”