In His Custody

Jesus. My heart climbs up into my throat.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell London that I’m in love with her.

That I knew it the second I became aware of her existence.

This bond between us is only beginning, though, for the love of God. She’s only been home for twenty-four hours. One step at a time.

“I’ve got you now, baby,” I say, raking my hands down her thighs, pushing open her knees, wider and wider, exposing her pussy even more, drawing her feminine lips apart slowly, revealing the pink paradise beyond. “I won’t let you fly away. Ever.”

My obsession won’t allow her out of my sight, more accurately.

Ever.

When I go down on my knees in front of her, she sobs, the handcuffs clinking behind her on the metal interrogation table. “Brody, I…I’ve never…”

“Shhh,” I breathe against the inside of her thigh. “You have no secrets from me.”

I clutch her ass in my hands and draw her to the edge, inhaling the peachy scent of her cunt, kissing the parted flesh, once, twice, before sliding my tongue through that wet valley. Her gasp of surprise rings in my ears, the delicious taste of her causing my cock to leak against the fly of my jeans. I moan roughly and suction my lips over as much of her pussy as I can, dropping my tongue down on top of her clit and bathing it in fast strokes.

“B-Brody.”

London falls backward on the table, her cuffed hands keeping her back arched and her hips rear off the table helplessly, her thighs restless on either side of my head. She’s sensual and nervous at the same time, lifting her flesh to my mouth eagerly one second, hesitantly the next, until she finally gives in and begins pumping her hips up toward my tongue, broken moans falling from her lips, wetness releasing and coasting down my chin.

Christ, I can’t get enough. She’s smooth and sugary and hot, her clit swelling with every drag of my tongue, her sharp intakes of breath telling me when she’s on the verge of an orgasm. Her virginity is only inches away from my mouth right now and a savage, possessive part of me wants to stab my tongue deep and pop her little cherry, but I command myself to have patience, appeasing myself with the reminder that no other man will ever get near it.

“Oh. Oh my God.” One more lick and her pussy starts to quiver, her legs stiffening where I’ve rested them on my shoulders. “Brody.”

I close my lips lightly around her clit and apply careful suction, increasing the pressure until she’s crying out. “What do you really want to call me, little girl?”

“Daddy,” she heaves, then the storm breaks.

My tongue remains on her clit, polishing it determinedly while she finishes, her body shaking with beautiful spasms. Her tits are still out and they grow flushed, juicy in the rush of pleasure. My plan was only to give London relief, but she’s too beautiful. Too tempting. And I’ve been hungry for so long that I can’t help but wrap her hair around my fist and guide her down off the table to her knees, settling her in a kneel with her hands restrained behind her back, her eyes drowsy from her climax, her nipples in two, tight puckers.

I can’t get my dick out fast enough. I’m grunting and panting, my balls drawn up into my body, prepared to release. No sooner do I have it in my hands than does the come spear up, hot and thick, from my balls. With a groan of her name, I stroke my cock once and paint a stripe of white across her face. And when she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue, her expression unmistakably excited, I unload the rest in hot, greedy spurts, my groin straining under the intensity. The perfection of the moment. Putting my claim on this girl.

Making her mine.

Finally, the throes of my climax ease off and I cup her chin, dragging a thumb through some of my spend and glossing it over her lower lip. “That’s a good girl.” I slide my thumb in and out of her mouth, my breathing still labored. “You know what comes next.”

My words make her tremble so violently she can barely get to her feet, even with my help. But she does. She does and she bends over the table eagerly, moaning excitedly as I yank up the back of her skirt and crack my palm across her ass. Several times. Watching her glistening pussy lips shake with every slap.

“Daddy,” she whimpers. “Daddy.”

“That’s right.” I kick her feet wider and deliver a resounding smack, one on each cheek. “I satisfy the front, then I remind the back who all of this belongs to. Understand?”

“Yes,” she shrieks into the table. “Yes.”