“I’m going to change.” – Mom said, kissing Daddy and hugging me.
It was just the two of us outside, standing one across the other. The night was calm and warm but I had goose bumps all over. As soon as he was sure mom was not coming back, he slowly walked up to me. The way he walked made my heart race and took my breath away. I was left speechless and helpless.
“So, you let Brian touch you?”
I nodded. I couldn’t utter a single word.
He came face to face with me and put his right index finger on my lips. He was massaging them, touching them, rubbing my lips with his finger as he was staring into my eyes.
“I asked you to be a good girl, Beth. And it seems you have disobeyed me.”
I lost control over my knees and body. I was shaking. Not from fear but from anticipation, from attraction, from how drunk this man made me feel. I wanted him.
He slowly opened my mouth and put his right index finger inside.
“Lick. Gently.” – He whispered as he stood there, watching. I was looking directly into his eyes while I took his finger and licked it slowly before I started sucking on it. I saw him open his mouth in pleasure then close it again. Daddy leaned in even more, using his left hand to glide it inside my skirt from behind and spank my bottom.
He wasn’t being gentle. The spanking hurt. I was surprised and humbled at the same time. He saw my expression and smiled: “You’ve been a very naughty girl, Beth. And I have to discipline you.”
With this, I felt his left hand struggle through my panties and opening my ass. He was gliding his hand up and down before pushing one of his fingers inside. It hurt like hell and I almost screamed.
“I’m finger-fucking your asshole, Beth. This is what happens to bad girls. Don’t you dare make a sound.”
I completely fell onto him. The pain burst throughout me, I felt tears streaming down my face and I was biting on his shirt to contain my screams. As I leaned in, I felt a huge bulge in front of his pants and I knew he was hard for me. Despite the pain, knowing that I was able to turn Daddy on, turned me on even more and I lifted my head and kissed his neck.
“So much for the pain, huh? You are such a little slut, Beth.” – He whispered, removing his hand, grabbing me by my shoulders and pushing me away.
“We are not done though. You will be disciplined.”
I nodded, looking down. Part of me was scared as I didn’t know how severe my punishment will be, but the other part of me was looking forward to it.
Right when I thought it was all over, Daddy leaned in and whispered:
“Punishment number 1 was this. Punishment number 2: I’m going to fuck your mom with the hard-on you gave me. Think about it.”
With this, he left the balcony and went upstairs. I exhaled deeply before leaning on the fence, trying to pull myself together. I looked up and my heart stopped: Brian was on one of the windows right above the terrace.
Chapter 7
This was my first night in the enormous mansion. I got my own room, beautifully decorated, with a walk-in closet and a marble bathroom. I was exhausted from the whole night and was able to take off my clothes and go to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up feeling someone’s hand on my forehead. I thought it was Daddy and opened my eyes to see mom seating on the brink of the bed, gazing at me adoringly. She had a distinctive shine about her, something I knew she got from having sex last night. Sex she should be thanking me for.
“Good morning sweetie. You don’t have to get up now. I just wanted to tell you I have to run to the office and I’ll be back. Mike and I decided it was for the best for you and me to live here from now on. So, later today maybe we can go pack?”
“Sure mom. Anything for you.”
She smiled, leaned in and kissed my forehead: “See you later baby.”
As she walked out of the room, I turned and laid on my stomach with the pillow below my head, thinking about everything. I heard footsteps coming through the door: “Mom, did you forget something?”
“It’s not mom.”
Daddy’s voice made me tremble. Immediately, although still half-asleep, I was shaking and I got the goose bumps again. I tried to get out of bed only to be stopped: “Don’t get out. Get in bed. And lay face down.”
As I laid down, I took the courage to tell him: “Brian saw us last night.”
“Oh? What did he see?” – Daddy was speaking, as I heard a noise: sounded as if he was taking off his belt.