Daddy's Stepstalker (Daddy's Little Deviants)
Ari
Holyfuck,ridingDaddy’s dick was good. He was hung, long and thick, just the way I liked ’em. It was a challenge at first getting all of him to fit, but it burned so good. The stretch left me open, destroyed by him, and I was sated. This was how it was supposed to be between us. Now all I needed was Daddy to finish inside my hole. To treat my ass like the place to dump his seed.
I came down from my high with a smile of satisfaction. Daddy’s face was so stony. I couldn’t read what was going through his mind. His hands clutched at the ropes that bound him to the headboard, and his body beneath me was taut. His cock still pulsed, heavy and thick, inside my hole. With great care, I rocked back and forth, which had him catching his breath.
Good, he tried to deny it and hide it, but his body didn’t lie. He wanted me, but now he had to act on it if he wanted to come.
I leaned forward, still slowly moving my hips, and licked up my cum from his hairy stomach. When he was clean, I sat back, his cock embedded as far inside me as it could go. The tendons in his neck strained.
“There, a good boy cleans up his messes,” I murmured, then widened my eyes. “Did you want me to make you come too, Daddy? ’Cause I think I’m a little tired and may need to go to sleep now.”
From the line of his jaw, I bet he clenched his teeth. These new sides of Shaw were so exciting. He’d always been so soft and gentle with me, but the glare in his eyes was anything but. He looked like he wanted to choke me. The joke was on him. I wouldn’t mind him choking me, his hand against my windpipe, keeping me on the verge of a blackout while he ruined my ass.
I moaned at the thought but eased off Daddy, instantly regretting the loss. My hole ached but wasn’t fully satisfied. Not without his cum. I reached back and stroked the way my hole had slackened for him. So good.
“Don’t worry, Daddy. I’m going to untie you now.”
Shaw grunted but didn’t respond. With a sigh, I worked on the ropes at his ankles first, untying the knot. When his feet were free, I massaged the red area from the tightness of the rope and him struggling against it.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I murmured, planting kisses on his ankles. I climbed onto the bed and untied one wrist, then the other.
As soon as he was free, Shaw sprang up off the bed.
“This is all your fault,” he ground out. He caught my legs and tugged. I fell onto my back with an oof, barely regaining my breath before he yanked me to the edge of the bed. Wow, I never expected Shaw to be so rough, but it was no less arousing when he lifted me off the bed and sat with me lying over his lap.
Shaw’s hand came down hard on my ass, and I yelped both in surprise and pain. “Don’t.” Crack. “Drug.” Crack. “Me.” Crack. “Ever.” Crack. “Again.”
By the time he spoke the last word, I was sobbing, tears running down my face as I writhed on his lap. It hurt so good. My ass smarted from his heavy hand. He’d spared me nothing with each slap.
“Stop!” I bawled. “It hurts. Please stop.”
His hand didn’t land on my ass again, but I didn’t really want him to stop. I wanted him to continue hurting me, punishing me for all the bad things I’d done. I wanted him to make me the good boy he wanted me to be.
I looked back at him. “Don’t stop,” I whispered, sniffling at the snot running from my nostrils. “Please don’t stop. I deserve it. Please. I’ll tell you red if it’s unbearable.”
Without a word, he pushed my head forward and slapped me hard. I clenched my cheeks and let out a wail.
“I hate this,” he said, even as he rained blows down on my squirming ass. “Hate what you’re turning me into.” Fire burned my ass all over, but I bit into my bottom lip, drawing blood to refrain from using my safeword. “I used to be pretty confident in who I was, and now I don’t know who I am anymore, thanks to you. You’ve turned my life upside down. I can’t sleep, can’t eat, and it’s all because of you.”
“Red! Red! Red!” I screamed, finally unable to take any more. My butt was so sore, but I’d done penance for my misdeeds. For tying him up and drugging him, then fucking myself on his cock.
Shaw got to his feet with me in his arms and fastened his lips against mine. I sobbed against his mouth, the saltiness of my tears mingling with the taste of his lips. He pressed me down onto the edge of the bed, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. And then his lips were gone, but I didn’t have time to feel the disappointment. He edged himself between my legs and pushed them apart. With a grunt, Shaw held my hips down onto the bed and plunged inside me.
I cried out. He was too rough, impaling me on his cock. He owned me, unlike earlier when I took what I needed from him. This time it was him taking from me, claiming me, showing me how much he wanted me, how fucking much he was out of control.
This wasn’t the Shaw I was used to, and that excited me. The Shaw of my past would have tenderly made love, not like the man who pounded his way inside my body, seeking his release. His blunt fingernails dug into my hips as he held me down, needing no encouragement or movement from me. This was all about taking what he wanted.
“Fuck, Ari,” he grunted, running his hands up my stomach and chest. He gripped my shoulders, snapping his hips forward. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes!” I took his nipples between my fingers, squeezing and releasing. He snapped his hips faster, his face flushed, and I knew it wouldn’t be long now.
Shaw fell forward on me, crushing my body beneath his bulky frame on the mattress. He tucked my head into his chest, holding me against him while he tried to bury his way as far inside me as he could go. He filled me so well, and I whimpered against his chest, gasping and hanging on for dear life, feeling like a beloved rag doll, while he finally took the pleasure I’d always wanted to offer him.
“So wrong,” he groaned. “This is so wrong, but I can’t help it. I want to fuck you forever. Mine, Ari. You’re completely mine.”
“Yours,” I agreed, thrilled at his possessive claim. That was all I ever wanted from him. To acknowledge what he wanted from me.
Fucking finally.