The Exhibition (DARK EROTICA SERIES)

“I want to see your face when you cum for Daddy.”

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bsp; The words elicited another moan, his other hand reaching down to massage my clit as he continued to pump his cock into my tight little hole. I arched my back and attempted to get loose of his grip, but he held me in place and grinned. He moved his grip to my throat where he intermittently applied pressure as he rubbed my clit harder.

“Oh my god--”

“Bust.”

“Oh… Oh...”

“Bust, Victoria. Let it go.”

“Ahh…!”

Still moaning, I bucked into his pelvis. He pounded me down into the bed with his hand firm over my lips, the mattress squeaking underneath us. My vision went blurry temporarily as I came, his grunting growing heavier as his rhythm quickened and then suddenly stopped. He pulled out, grabbed my hair, and pulled my head down to his cock where he exploded all over my mouth and face. Mascara stuck to my cheeks that were now covered in tears and cum, the hot mess bitter and salty against my tongue. I smiled up at Daddy who looked down at me lovingly.

“Good girl,” He said between pants. “Go clean up before you're late for work.”

Chapter Five

“Victoria, would you mind taking these rolls of film down to the basement?”

Ms. Holden handed me a box of film that likely dated back to the 80's. We had a whole collection in the basement that was somewhat out of order and needed to be organized, but I didn't want to volunteer for that project. I nodded and smiled, taking the box towards the elevator to go down to the basement. When I returned, I went back to shelving whatever books were left from earlier in the day. My bottom was still ridiculously sore from Daddy spanking it and my vulva was swollen. Still, it made me excited to focus on the pain. Daddy gave me an amazing orgasm and I was going to savor it.

As I rolled the squealing cart down one of the abandoned aisles, I came across a particularly interesting book. The cover was dark and a bit worn, but the pages were still well intact, so I popped it open to see its contents. Just as quickly as I'd opened the book, I closed it.

This book as about tantric sex.

I blushed immediately and tucked it under my arm, curiosity and fear mixing in my gut. It would help to have a reference guide since I was so inexperienced. I wanted to impress my Daddy and make him feel good, so it wouldn't hurt to look a few positions. I located a quiet spot out of view of others and opened the book again. Each page held a fascinating drawing of a woman and a man in the throes of passion, bent over in the strangest and wildest positions I had never before seen. As I flipped through the pages, I didn't noticed the sudden presence of someone next to me.

It was Brad!

I slammed the book shut and pushed it away, embarrassed that I'd been caught reading smut.

“Victoria, what was that?”

“Nothing!”

I stood and ran back towards my cart, shoving it in the direction of a study room so I could calm down from being so startled. I couldn't believe someone saw me looking at that! The entire book was basically pornography as it depicted various sexual acts and techniques. Did people really do those sort of positions? I recalled the one of the woman sitting on top with her ankles up to the man's ears. Was that comfortable? I shook the image from my head as I unlocked a study room and shut the door behind me. The silence and security of the room eased me immediately and I walked over to the computer that was sitting on the desk across the room. I logged into an admin account and opened a fresh web page.

What was I looking for? I tapped the keys pensively before typing in a few keywords. “Daddy” and “sex” typed together in the search bar produced a medley of websites that were rather intimidating. I found groups dedicated to rape fantasies, role play groups, and even some questionable “teen” websites. After clicking around, I came across a blog that was dedicated purely to a Daddy/daughter relationship that caught my attention. I sifted through their blog for a bit and came across a few toys that I thought would please Daddy. The girl, who looked about my age, was wearing a pastel colored collar and soft lace outfits that revealed a great deal of her body. Her Daddy would put her on a leash or sometimes bind her. I wondered if my Daddy was into that sort of thing and tried to remember whether I saw anything anywhere that ever indicated that interest.

Having satisfied my curiosity about this sort of relationship, I deleted my web history and logged out to finish my work for the evening. If I was going to get some things to use with Daddy then I would have to figure out a way to get my mother out of the house so we could properly explore. My roommate would be occupying the dorm this weekend, and our disappearance wouldn't go unnoticed. I considered calling out of work Saturday, but thought better of it. Skipping work would surely displease Daddy and elicit a spanking. I didn't mind the spankings, but my bottom was so sore that it was difficult to sit for anything. I almost dreaded sitting in class the next day even though the pinch every time I sat was exhilarating.

I walked the cart out of the study room and started shelving again, attempting to preoccupy my mind until six. I could always check out the tantric book, but I'd risk exposing my curiosity and, potentially, my secret relationship. I had to be good. I had to be discreet. I stared at the desk I had been sitting at earlier where I'd shoved the book away from me when Brad caught me. I bit my lip, the thought occurring that I could just slip the book into my purse and return it later. I couldn't do that. The alarm at the front would most certainly go off and I'd have to admit to my crime.

I'd also get another spanking.

I didn't want to push Daddy too much this week. I wanted to please him as much as possible while also remaining studious and focused. It was hard to focus when I could still feel his palm smacking my bare bottom to pieces. It made me excited again and I had to compose myself. I'd been doing a lot of recomposing lately. Was I going mad? I wish I knew other people like this. I didn't think Brad or Lillian would get it. Maybe Lillian would understand the crush and the sexual tension, but she seemed to be so wrapped up in her boyfriend that I felt it was hopeless to ask. Besides, I'm a big girl. I can handle myself just fine.

I just had to make it to Friday.

Working and studying the rest of the week was surprisingly easier than I thought it would be. I was worried I wouldn't be able to focus, but getting so intimate with Daddy only made me feel stronger. I took my time writing my essays and even had a little lunch date with my roommate who made jokes the entire time about one of our boring professors. Friday went by relatively quick until the last fifteen minutes of my shift at the library. I watched the clock nervously until it was six and I carefully put up the books that needed to be sorted the next day in the cart next to the front desk. I walked into the back room with ease, punched a few numbers into the computer, and grabbed my purse from the desk drawer.

I was free.

Before heading back to my dorm, I stopped by a local shop that sold a variety of toys and outfits. I had never been to a sex shop before and was shocked as I walked through the door. It wasn't dirty like most movies had depicted it and I was greeted cheerily by a little alternative woman from behind the front counter. I looked around in an attempt to drink in the amount of toys laid out around the store.