Sold For Pleasure Vol. 3

He said it gently, almost soothingly, and Daddy already knew that I would. I followed him to the bedroom, and I knew it as well as I knew my own. He looked at me as I entered, motioning for me to move in so he could close the door. He locked it, and Daddy smiled at me, motioning again for me to turn around. I did, and then he told me to undress. It was like something possessed me. My clothes were too tight. They were too constricting. It was as if after he had told me to undress them down right offended my body, and I undressed quicker than I ever had before. They were on the ground, and I was naked before him, nearly begging for him to take me, and he was smiling at me almost proud.

“Such a good girl, aren’t we?” Daddy teased me, and I bit my bottom lip, squeezing my thighs together as I started to drip.

“Yes, Daddy.” I said, breathlessly, and he threw his head back to laugh, but I saw his cock twitch.

God. How I wanted this god of a man inside of me. I wanted him plowing into me, rutting into me. I didn’t care how or what position he’d contort me in. I wanted him now more than ever. Somehow, there was something freeing in everything he was doing. I didn’t have to feel guilty, and I didn’t. He looked at me, and he motioned for me to get on the bed. I did. He got on the bed with me.

It creaked under his weight, and I was all too aware of how close he was. His body seemed to burn with heat and desire, and I slid in closer to him. His hands were on my breasts, and I was laying sideways on the bed. His strong hands forced my legs open, and he didn’t say anything. He was inside of me with one thrust, thrusting in and out, making me cry out in pleasure as I shivered again and again. I came, screaming “Daddy” as I did so.

He didn’t say anything as he started to twist my nipples a little, tugging at them. I arched over the bed. I don’t know how long we were like that, entwined in one another before he pushed me up with a thrust of his cock and his hands at my hips. My head hung over the bed, and I could feel blood rushing to it, and it added to the intoxicating rush as my hands went out under me.

“Brace yourself, baby.” He said. “I’m moving us up.” He told me, and his thrusting became gentle. I was resting on the side of the bed with my head on the floor and back against it, as if I was doing a handstand, and the blood rushing to my head only seemed to make me feel more alive. Daddy took his cock from my pussy, starting to trace the wet head up and down my slit, nudging my clit and making me cry out.

“Oh do you like this position, baby? We’ve been in something close before, haven’t we?” He teased me, but all I could manage was a breathless yes. He thrust into my ass, making me cry out as I tried to adjust to his thick, long member as it pushed deep inside of me. This time, his fingers were at my clit, playfully circling it as he slowed his thrusting, watching my face as he fucked me.

“Daddy!” I cried out. “Please…” I trailed off, but I didn’t know what I was begging for.

Thankfully, Daddy did seem to know. He started to fuck me deeper, harder, but he kept that teasingly slow pace as he played with my clit. He kept right on the edge of orgasm, and the head rush was beginning to get to be too much. I felt too sensitive, and this he had two fingers filling my pussy as he continued to fuck my ass, but he was a little faster and harder now. I could feel him throb with each thrust, and I knew that Daddy wouldn’t last much longer. I didn’t want him to.

I cried out, screaming as my ass clenched around his cock and my pussy clenched on his fingers, but his thumb continued to rub my clit playfully. As I came, he came deep inside of my ass. We stayed there a moment, and my breathing was heavy. I was completely spent, and now that the pleasure was fading, I could feel the strain of such a position. Daddy had one foot off the bed, and he was kneeling with his other leg. He pulled out of me before helping me to sit up on the floor and then stand on shaky legs. I thought that I should go home. I had never stayed the night before.

“Shower and come back.” He commanded, and I looked at him, shocked. Daddy gave me another look, and I knew everything had changed. He gently reminded me of rule number three, and with that I went to the shower, doing exactly what Daddy told me to do.

Chapter Nine

Waking up next to Daddy was a new experience all together. I looked at him, and I thought that he was sleeping with the way his chest moved so softly, but then he opened his eyes. His hand rested on my shoulder, and he smiled at me

. He leaned in to kiss my forehead in a loving manner, and then he pulled back as I sat up. I wasn’t wearing anything, and despite my shower yesterday, I knew that I needed to shower this morning. My night had not ended there, and I was both sore and exhausted. I half expected him to push for sex, but he did not. He just laughed, shooing me off into his shower and threatening to join me if I didn’t hurry.

“Your mother will be here in a few hours. You need to go and I need to straighten up.” He said, and I nodded slowly as I looked at him.

“Yes, Daddy.” I said, and with perverse pleasure, I could see the lust enter his eyes again. There was a small part of me that wanted my mother to find us if only to show her that he was mine, but then I knew that everything we had would be gone and so would my mother. I shook the thoughts away, but it certainly wasn’t easy.

“I’ll call you.” He said, and I snorted.

“Yeah. Like you called before, right?” I asked, turning to him with fresh pain and anger in my eyes. Daddy crossed the room, and he cupped my cheeks in his larger hands, tilting my head up so that he could kiss me. It was a soft, slow kiss, and it took me by surprise. It certainly wasn’t what I was expecting.

“I was busy. You wanted a relationship.” He said, and there was something close to hurt in his voice. I didn’t want it to be pain. I didn’t want to think I caused it, so I didn’t think on it any more.

“I’ll call.” Daddy said, and I nodded.

He kissed me one more time, and then I got dressed in the same thing I had on last night before sneaking out. I got into my car, and I drove away. I had no way to explain to my mother why I was there in her boyfriend’s home if she came early, and so I didn’t want to risk having to explain at all. I went to grab a bite to eat, trying to scrub the images of last night from my mind. It seemed like my world was spinning out of control, and I had no idea what to do with it.

From lunch to my house to the gym, it’d be hours before my phone buzzed again. It wasn’t a call, but I could tell I had a text message. For some reason, I already knew it was him, and so I hesitated to open the message. I bite my bottom lip, and I end up opening the message anyways.

She’ll be gone by nine. Be here by ten, baby.

It said, and I was right. It was Daddy’s number. This was another one of those moments I knew that would change everything if I let it. I could pretend that I didn’t see the message, but we both would know I did somehow. I could not go, but then everything would be over. I could go, and then I don’t know where everything would end. I stared at the message for what seemed like infinity, pushing my body harder and harder on the elliptical, as if willing the machine itself to provide me with answers I couldn’t give myself.

I didn’t know how I was going to answer his text, and so I tried to bury myself deeper in the workout. It was five. I had time to get home, shower, and think before I replied, and I planned to take my time. There was a small part of me that already knew my answer. It was as clear as the desire that was burning through me right now, causing my juices to dampen my panties, and once again my clothes felt all too constricting.

Chapter Ten

Yes, Daddy.

It was all I sent back, and I knew that Daddy had gotten the message probably while my mother was there. I tried to push the guilt aside. That’s why he put rule number three down. I didn’t have to feel guilty. I was doing what my body and heart wanted, and everything else could be figured out later. Somehow, I knew it’d all end up alright and somehow I knew that he’d take care of me. I thought about this morning when he had told me exactly that.

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