Please, Daddy (Love, Daddy)

He drops his head into the nape of my neck, hot breaths and low growls mixing against my flesh as pain darts into my core and I take another thrust. Then another and another, until sobs are caught in my chest and I reach down to grip my legs behind the knees, giving all of myself over to him even as the pain drives the air from my lungs.

Merrick’s hands slip between the bedding and my back, engulfing me in an embrace, pressing our bodies together as his flesh moves against mine. The wet sounds of our bodies moving together fill my ears as the sweet scent of sweat and sex tickle my nose and the binding feels complete.

His body covers me, his cock filling me as his arms clutch at my soft flesh, and I feel like I am part of him. I’m no longer me, I’m an extension of this man and I never want this moment to end.

I feel utterly, completely, primally owned by him. I feel safe in a way I’ve never experienced as he strokes his thick manhood in and out of me, grunting and cursing into my ear the most wondrous and filthy things, and before I know it, I’m pushed to the edge.

“The first time I saw you, I became someone else.” He pushes up, breathing the words into the air between us as he thrusts, filling me with him. “When you danced and looked at me, I wanted everything from you. Everything with you.”

His lips crush to mine, strained breaths sighing through his nose as he starts to pump faster, faster, as I do my best to hold myself wide, wanting him deep, deeper, into parts of me I’ve never thought about before, pushing the pain away...

My wetness flows around him, easing his demanding girth as he pummels me in the most delicious way.

“You may have teased men before, but you will never again, little one. You belong to me now, this pussy is mine, your heart, your soul…they are all mine to care for from now on. Mine to protect.”

He drives in and out, hot, fast, urgent, until our bodies are slick from forehead to feet, slipping and slapping as the bed bounces under his weighted effort and his lips slip from mine, kissing my forehead in such a delicious, sweet gesture, as he fucks me like a rag doll down below.

I’m his porcelain doll, his filthy whore, and it feels perfect.

I accept everything he’s giving, the pain and the pleasure, as the scruff of his beard rasps against my cheek and he clutches around my body, holding me against him like some human sex toy, the twist of tension spinning into a fury.

He drives into me, harder, needier, almost manic, as I feel myself tensing, ready to fly again when he groans into my ear.

“Daddy’s coming inside you, baby. I can’t stop, I’m so close, princess, come with me. I want to feel you come on my cock, your little girl cunt milking my cum from my balls.”

His words push me to my peak, and I wrap my legs around the hard muscle of his ass, pulling him impossibly deep as I throw my arms around his neck, clinging to him. My body convulses, noises unlike anything I imagined I could make tear from my throat, and the first spray of his hot release coats the inside of my sex.

He grunts, grunts, then roars, as I scream and hold on for dear life. Our bodies are running the show, there is no more civilized thought going on. Merrick’s furious drives, in and out of me, bottom out in the most glorious pain as he ruts into me and I feel his spend seeping out, down my ass cheeks, slippery between us.

“Fuck, baby. Daddy is sorry, so sorry.”

My insides squeeze, lightning flashes in my eyes, and I bury my face into his chest as the thrill of knowing his seed is deep inside me rocks me into another wave of blinding orgasm. I’m trembling and digging my heels into his backside, unable to control myself.

“Are you okay?” His voice is thick and hoarse, tinted with remorse, but I want to ease his pain.

“I’m perfect. It was perfect.”

“I told you I didn’t think I could go slow.” He slips his hands from around my back, up my ribs, then somehow manages to grab me under my arms and flip us over, his cock still buried to the hilt as I straddle him, wincing.

I flatten my palms onto the hardness of his chest, feeling the brush of the hair between my fingers, his cock full and thick inside of me, still pulsing.

I look down at this gorgeous monster of a man and smile, the sting still fresh between my legs, but the pull for more of what he’s offering is stronger than my aversion to the pain.