My Bully's Father

We were enjoying an after-dinner aperitif out on the lanai, the fireflies and the moon the only light in the backyard that he’d preferred to keep in darkness. The ten-foot-high privacy fence was enough to keep anyone from seeing in if they were close enough, but the added darkness made it seem a bit cozier like we were shut off from the rest of the world.

I should’ve known what he was up to when he stood and took my glass from my hand before helping me up from my seat. He did something on his phone, and slow jazz music piped through unseen speakers into the yard. We moved across the stone floor together to the sultry song, both kicking off our shoes as we enjoyed the balmy breeze of the evening.

It was slow, and it was sweet, and it was sensual. We kissed like new lovers, our feet moving together with the songs as they played, our lips meshed as one. I was ready when he lowered the straps of my dress, ready when he ran his hand between my thighs and cupped my pussy.

I was up on my toes when he bit into my lip and fucked his fingers inside me. I moved against his hand while running my hand all over his chest and down to his cock that was ready to burst out of his slacks. “Umm, so big!” I felt him jerk beneath my hand as I flooded his palm with my juices.

I got to my knees and unzipped him, releasing his thirteen-inch hard cock from its confinement. It unraveled like a snake until it bounced before my lips. I opened up and licked him until my tongue was coated with precum. He moaned and fisted my hair as he fucked into my mouth, and I gagged.

He liked it so much he did it again. And then one of his hands came down around my throat while the other pulled on my hair. Fear mixed with pleasure as he squeezed until I almost passed out. Then he released me only to do it again. He was in a mood I saw when he pulled out of my mouth and just lifted me in his arms without uttering a word and took me over to one of the chaise lounges.

I was still afraid at the way he seemed so focused when he spread me out and stared down at me before sliding his cock in me. Again, no pussy munching. I guess that’s his ammo when he’s mad. There was an added element to tonight’s sex; his silence made the whole thing feel sinister, like two strangers fucking each other without thought.

I didn’t like it. I didn’t like how detached he seemed. Like he was so mad about the fight with his daughter that I was just an afterthought. When he came, I showed my pique by getting up and walking inside after picking up my clothes from off the ground.

I went upstairs and into the shower, and the pig didn’t even come to check on me. He wasn’t in the bedroom when I came out, and I was pissed beyond words. Why was I pissed again? I’m not sure. This was a situation of my own making. I’d pushed and maneuvered to get him to send his daughter and his ex packing, and it had only taken a little over two weeks.

I should be happy, I should be celebrating, but instead, I’m filled with nerves and confusion. I heard him come in after about an hour or so. I’d been so mad I almost fell asleep. He still didn’t say anything when he climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around me.

Wait, that’s it? No explanation, no nothing? I laid stiff as a board waiting for him to talk, and the next thing I knew, he was fast asleep, his soft breath tickling the hairs on the nape of my neck. I woke up in the morning with his hands all over me, and for a few seconds, I’d forgotten the night before. But when it came back, I tried escaping his hands and fingers and found myself face down on the bed, could hardly breathe, and his dick nosing around my pussy from behind, again.

He did that shit again, fucked me, dumped his load, all without saying a word, and I reacted the same by stomping off into the bathroom as soon as he was finished. It doesn’t matter that I came or that I found his new persona kinky and hot; it’s the principle of the matter.

I turned on the water in the shower but was too miffed to jump right in, so I headed back into the bedroom to blast him. He had his back turned as he stood in the window with the phone to his ear. “Yes. I want all of them changed by noon today. Thanks, Hal; I’ll see you in a few.” He hung the phone but stood there gazing out across the lawn, and I snuck back into the bathroom.