Earning Her Keep (Price of Love)

I tease her clit harder now, with more focus. Circles and crosses, licks and flicks of my tongue. I draw my mouth away and let a slow, warm breath envelop that tender knot of flesh.

Taking a deep breath, I dive into her pussy, shaking my head back and forth to bring her to the brink. I work her clit as fast as I can, greedy for that first sign of her going over the motherfucking edge.

She clenches her thighs against my head. Her breathing gets more jagged. Holding a breath, then releasing it fast. Close, close, fucking close. “Oh, Daddy.”

I feel her pussy contract around my fingers and change my pace—long strokes now, with the flat of my tongue. “Give it to me, princess. Give it to me.”

I hook my finger into her, finding her g-spot on the first try. Her body jerks and she sucks in a breath.

Fuck, I love this. The power. The fight.

But she’s got a few rounds in her yet. And so do I.

“You know it’s fucking mine. It’s time to give in.”

Her breath quickens. Her nipples tense. Her thighs start to shake. “Yes, oh god, yes, yes…”

Hell yeah. She claws at my hair, then at my shoulders. Long vicious drags of her nails that make me want to fuck her until she sobs and will do whatever I say, no questions.

She digs her little heels into my shoulders, trying to force me back. But it just makes me dive in further. And then with a gasp and a cry, she lets go. Her wetness thickens, her growls get thick and needy. Her body is shuddering with the violence of her pleasure.

I’m the luckiest motherfucker in all the world.

Her pussy. My mouth.

Her purity. My need.

But it isn’t enough. It’s time to make this official. It’s time to claim her as mine.

I drag her from the table, rough and aggressive, then spin her around and give her a slap on her ass. I pinch the back of her neck as I walk her toward the fireplace, hard enough that she can’t resist. I grab a few pillows from the couch and throw them on the rug. The crackling flames light up her curves and valleys like a fucking mirage.

As I guide her down to her knees, she looks up at me. There’s fear in those pretty eyes. I glance at my pants, “Go on.”

She undoes my belt and my fly. I yank my boxers down and my cock damn near slaps her across the face. Her eyes flash with shock and it sends a throb of need through every pulsing vein in my dick.

She takes my cock in both hands, worshiping it like a good little slut. Then she closes her eyes and kisses the tip.

Pre-cum again dribbles from the slit in the head. But before she can go any further, I grip her jaw in my hand.

“Lie down. Open those fucking legs, little girl.”

She swallows hard and does as I ask. I kick my pants out of the way, unbutton my shirt, and then kneel to position myself at her opening.

Her hands go automatically to my chest. Soft fingers over my pecs and abs. Her unpainted little fingernails look so innocent next to my bullet scars.

The shiny pink flesh of the one above my abdomen catches her attention first. It stands out, but not like it did when it was fresh. “Is this… is this a bullet wound?”

“Yeah. And this, and this.” I show her one on my arm, and one on the back of my right shoulder. I don’t mention the thin silver scar from the near-miss on my balls. She’ll notice it soon enough.

“Oh Daddy. What happened?”

Fuck, she’s such a sweet little thing. There’s no accusation in her eyes. No condemnation. And because of that, there’s so fucking much I want to tell her.

Here’s this innocent little thing, opening herself up to me, and I want to do the same. But I can’t. Not here. Not now. Not ever. For her own protection. “That’s the last thing I want to talk about right now,” I say on a growl, and thrust my hips to increase the pressure on her opening.

My cock fucking seethes to get deep inside her. Pressure builds in my balls and in the base, so fucking intense that I want to punish her for it.

I stroke myself nice and slow while she watches, still coming down from her orgasm, eyes still dilated, cheeks still pink and hot.

She’s so fucking little there, so fucking vulnerable. Her tight little fuck hole is barely more than a pink gash in her creamy skin.

It hurts me to know I’m going to hurt her. But I also want to make her pay for what she’s done to me. I want her to pay for what she’s turned me into.