Earning Her Keep (Price of Love)

Fuck that. I don’t want her just splattered in my cum; I want her bathing in it. “Don’t move. Watch,” I tell her.

She turns, facing the mirror, and watches me as I slowly, very slowly, rub all my cum into that lily-white skin.

She lets her head drop, smiling from behind the soft curtain of her hair. “You’re so dirty.”

“You’ve got no fucking idea.” But it isn’t enough. I’m still hard and throbbing, even once I’ve rubbed it all in. I lean down, kissing the red welt of my hand print on her ass. “Get back up on your knees.”

She lifts her head. Sweaty tendrils stick to her cheeks. “I don’t know if I can.”

“You’re going to.”

Again with that sweet little smile. When she looks at me like that, I can see the little girl she used to be. “Am I, Daddy?”

Shit. She’s so fucking cute. The way she crinkles her nose fucking destroys me. But still, there are rules. Rules, rules, rules. “Yes, you are.”

“Okay,” she says, all breathy.

Her voice is a little raw now from screaming into the sheets.

The more I have of her, the more I want. “Show me what you were doing earlier. Come for me again.”

She bites her lower lip a little, looking at me almost worried. “There’s no way. I can barely see straight. My thighs are shaking. Look.”

She looks down and sure enough, the muscles on her inner thighs are quivering away.

Fuck, that flesh of hers, those little stretch marks just below her pussy. She’s so fucking young. Not that many years out of puberty at all. Seeing those marks makes me so fucking hungry all over again.

I take a step into her, grabbing her around the waist and tossing her onto her back then I place the Y of my hand to her throat. “You heard me.”

She grips my forearm as if to shake me out of my haze. “Dane.”

I snarl in disappointment at hearing her call me that, but she will learn in time what pleases me.

I’m still fucking learning for that matter, so we will learn together it seems.

There’s nothing she can do to stop me now from taking what I want. Nothing. “I said come for me,” I growl. Angry now. Fucking greedy for her release.

Greedy for her submission.

“I can’t,” she answers. She tries to shake her head, but I dig my thumb into her jawbone.

I nod down at her until she starts nodding with me. “That’s right.” I take her left hand and put it down between her legs, keeping my palm over the back of hers to learn what she likes. “You can. And you will.”

She works herself more timidly than earlier, squirming in my grasp. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

She’s naked in my bed at noon on a Tuesday. Disappointment doesn’t live here. But I’m in control and she’s going to fucking remember that.

“This is your punishment, little girl. This is what you owe me for breaking the rules. So it’s this or you’re out.”

“That’s…” she searches for the word. Too young to know it. Too sweet to say it.

“Coercion. Yeah. Now, do as your told. I’m the judge and jury and executioner in this house. There’s no one coming to save you.”

She swallows hard. Her throat presses against my palm. Her pulse patters against my thumb. And my balls fill up to bursting yet again.

She’s fighting me now, trying to get away, and that just makes me hold her tighter. And keep a firmer hold on her hand, forcing her fingers into her slit.

She plants her free hand on my chest, trying to force me back. But she’s so much smaller than me we both know that’s useless.

“There’s not a fucking thing you can do,” I tell her, unblinking, keeping her eyes on mine. “Except give me what I want.”

The no in her eyes begins to warm up to a maybe. Beneath my fingers, I feel her start to work her clit. Slow circles, clockwise, tracing the edge. I nod down at her, encouraging her. “Good girl.”

“But I’m so tired, D—,” she starts and I swear she feels me already because she changes course. “Daddy. I’m tired.” This time she adds a little pout, begging me.

“Poor girl. Such a long day of fucking yourself in your Daddy’s bed.” I push my erection against the side of her thigh to let her feel me again.

And her eyes flash with heat.

Still she fights me. Squirming, trying to turn her face, trying to close her eyes. “It’s too much, it’s…”

“Stop fucking fighting me and give me what’s mine,” I growl watching the way her tits jiggle and pearl up every time I say something.

Her eyes dampen with a sheen of tears, but still I don’t let her go. Because I love to keep her here, on the flaming edge of pain and pleasure. Fear and desire. That is where heaven is. Right fucking there.