Authors: Kayla Melody
For the first time since he started, his eyes flicked downward and the spell was broken. Part of it, anyway. She could look away, now, down at his delicious cock and what his fingers were doing to her body.
“Aww,” Dan taunted, “You're looking away. What's wrong, honey? Are you ashamed of what you're doing? Are you ashamed of being Daddy's little whore?”
Emma had never considered herself into dirty talk, but god damn was it working. When he called her Daddy's little whore, she felt something stir in herself she'd never felt before – and considering she was moments away from begging to be fucked, this was hardly the time to wonder if she liked it.
Suddenly his fingers were out of her, and she was left uselessly thrusting the air in her restraints. Her eyes flew up to meet his again, and the moment they locked on he slapped her pussy.
Hard.
Emma choked on a gasp, but managed to contain it. She felt tears spring into her eyes.
“What's wrong?” Dan said, “Afraid of a little pain?”
Emma didn't speak. Dan smacked her pussy again, just as hard as the first time. The sting radiated through her stomach. Again – and this time didn't hurt as much. His hand had smashed against her swollen clit, and the lightening bolt of pleasure mingled with the pain, throwing her into a massive convulsion.
At least, it would have if she hadn't been tied up. As it was, she just vaguely twitched and swallowed yet another moan. “Like that?” Dan said. She nodded. “Of course you do,” he continued.
He smacked her pussy again, and she writhed against he restraints. Her pussy was on fire now, each smack building on the pain of the previous, each stroke setting her clit ablaze. Again he smacked her. “Of course you do,” Dan repeated. “Because your a filthy, selfish little whore and your world revolves around a little button.” He pinched her little button and she had to grind her teeth to keep from moaning.
“Well,” he said, “Let's see what we can do about that.”
Dan went down on his knees in front of her, and there was something in his eyes that made her finally break her hard won silence. She knew a little about bondage – and how it could go wrong. “What about a safe word?”
Dan looked back up. “Whatever made you think this was
safe
?”
* * *
He smacked her pussy nine more times after that, berating her about not keeping silent, driving her deeper into agony and fits of lust. Only then did he resume his position between her knees. She could only imagine what he was seeing, her pussy glowing red and flowering open, wet to the knees.
“My my,” Dan said, “someone is a little excited.” He smacked her pussy again, more gently his time. “And your pussy's so red. Does it hurt? I bet it's hot.”
It was hot – in both senses of the term. She would have nodded but she knew he couldn't see her face. His focus was lower. She thrust her hips forward toward him.
Dan blew a cool breezing against her flaming pussy, and Emma almost lost it. The tingling chill of her lips seemed to be directly connected to her nipples, tightening them to the point where they almost hurt. She struggled against he restraints, desperate to give her aching nipples some attention.
Dan didn't seem to notice – and a second later, neither did Emma. His tongue darted out of him mouth, gently tracing her outer lips, and then her inner, always narrowly avoiding her clit. He was teasing her again – again, or still. If this had been her fantasy, she'd have come three times already. He hadn't let her come once. Anytime she got close to the edge, he switched the game.
His tongue was tracing smaller and smaller circles now, headed toward victory, and it was driving her absolutely insane. She was supposed to be the one manipulating him here, but at this exact moment she'd have done anything he asked – if only he would get to the damn point!
And suddenly he did, his tongue swirling her clit, first one way and then the other. All that teasing, all the built up tension came crashing down like a waterfall, driving her into an explosive orgasm. She closed her eyes and ground hr teeth shut, holding her breath so she didn't moan or cry.
But he didn't stop. He had to know she was cresting, from the way she writhed and bucked and thrusted, but he didn't stop. He grabbed her hips with his hand, his fingers biting into her tender flesh, and he stabilized her. Then he got serious.
Gone was the teasing licks and tender spirals. Dan had latched onto her clit with his mouth, sucking so hard it would probably leave a mark as she trembled under the onslaught. She was already coming, he didn't need to step it up.
He did anyway. He sucked her clit, driving waves of bliss almost painful through her body, making it swell to twice it's normal size. Then, every so softly, he raked his teeth across.
It was too much. Everything went white, and she gasped for breathe. It was too much – didn't he see that? No woman could take that much, that fast, that strong. She was going to have a heart attack.
And then he did it again, and this time is fingers were inside of her as well, being ground together by her involuntary contractions. Her whole body quivered as he continued to push her, further and further, beyond any orgasm she'd ever had or heard of.
She was holding her breath again. She couldn't speak. She couldn't cry out. He'd told her not to. If she didn't, he might stop – or worse, continue. She didn't know what to do, didn't know where to go, so she rode it, wave after wave of ridiculously powerful pleasure.
Some distant corner of her mind, unheard and unanswered, pointed out that she was straining against he restraints far too hard, that the soft silk rope was biting into her flesh. She ignored it. Her whole world was centered around her aching unattended nipples and her overstimulated clit.
And then he slowed, pulled back just a hair. Not nearly enough for her to catch her breath, but long enough for her to take one deep one. She almost choked on the burst of fresh air, and then his efforts redoubled.
The world ended.
* * *
Dan had only untied one of her feet when she came around again. She couldn't have been out that long – but the fact that she'd passed out at all was astonishing. Passing out in the throws of orgasm? That was the stuff of HBO movies and cheap romances. It certainly didn't happen in real life.
Of course, in real life, young women also didn't find themselves tied to a bed as their step-father's extracted their vengeance in the sweetest possible of ways. Real women didn't wake up with rope burns around their ankles and wrists, their mouths tasting of blood because they bit down too hard trying not to scream. She was in alien territory. She didn't know what to do; what to say.
“Dan?” She said, as he untied her right hand, finally freeing her.
“You're really not very good at this whole shutting up thing,” Dan said. “Be
quiet
.”
Emma shut up. Obviously, he wasn't done. She didn't know whether to be excited or afraid – hell, she wasn't sure if she could tell the two apart anymore. No around Dan, anyway.
“Now,” Dan said, “Now that I've gotten you ready, it's time to have some fun. Be a good little whore and turn over.”
Of course,
Emma thought,
of course he's not done. Now it's his turn.
With as much meekness as she possessed – much more than her normal share, after that – she turned over.
“Ass up, face down,” Dan said.
She pushed herself onto her knees, wincing as she pulled her legs together. Her whole pussy felt swollen, tingling and burning, as if it were on fire. The simple act of closing her legs made her jump in pleasure or in pain – or both.
“Now,” he said, “Spread your pussy and show Daddy where you want it.”
Emma lowered her head onto a pillow, reached around, and spread herself wide open. Pleasure seemed to ripple from her fingertips with even the softest touch to her lips. She could only imagine what his cock was going to feel like.
Whatever she'd been imaging, she was wrong. Dan slid his cock in with one long, smooth stroke and she could feel her inner walls stretching to accommodate his truly massive girth. There was a tight, almost pinching, feeling all through her, quickly washed away by the waves of pleasure in her hyper-sensitive pussy. She moaned.
Dan thrust into her violently, then stopped. Holding her by the hips, he spoke. “I told you to be silent,” he said. “And you have failed miserably.” He started stroking himself in and out of her, a soft, rocking rhythm. “If I hear one more peep out of you, I'm going to...” He paused – his speech anyway – while he searched for a suitable punishment. “I'm going to come in your pussy,” he said.
Emma felt her whole body tense. Sure, she was on birth control, but why risk it? He couldn't possibly – wouldn't dare – no way he'd really come in her pussy. Would he? She kept silent.
Dan must have felt her tense – hard not to, from his position – because he was speaking again. “Ooo,” he said, “That one got to you. Does that idea scare you?”
He sped up his thrusts now, finally catching his speed. Every pull filled her with longing, every push filled her with cock. He was deeper inside of her than anyone or anything had ever been, and every time his hips crushed against her ass, he swollen pussy exploded with pleasure. She was throbbing.
“Or maybe you like that idea, hmm?” Dan said. “Maybe you like the thought of taking a big load. Are you a little cum slut?”
Emma didn't respond. She knew better. Dan shifted his position a little bit, and suddenly Emma realized she was matching him stroke for stroke. Topping from the bottom. She didn't stop.
Dan picked up the speed a little bit, and the force a lot. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, snatching her backwards onto his massive cock and then shoving her away, pounding every deeper inside of her. It should have hurt, Emma knew, but she was beyond that now. The pain and the pleasure were forever wed in her much abused pussy. She'd never felt so full.
And she was beginning to feel something else she'd never felt before. About midway through each stroke, Dan's head was rubbing up against something inside of her. Something she'd heard of, but never really believed in. Every long, fast, brutal stroke now became a line with the point – her lips, her depths, and her G-spot.
It was as if someone set off a firecracker, every time he passed it. One on the way in, once of the way out, and then all over again, a little white hot ball of pleasure bubbled up inside of her – and it was only getting bigger. She was going to come.
Again.
Emma bit down hard, squeezed her eyes shut, and fought it. She wasn't going to come again. She wasn't going to give him the pleasure of her pleasure. She wasn't that easy. She was in charge here. She was in control. She was...
Out of her god damned mind. Something about trying to repress the feeling had made it double, triple in intensity, and Dan was doubling in speed. She was three strokes away, and then two, and then she lost it - lost control entirely as her entire pussy, her entire body, was wracked with the most overwhelming pleasure she'd ever experienced.
“Do it!” She heard her own voice crying out, “Do it! Fuck me raw. Come in me - come in my pussy! Fill up my whore pussy, Daddy, do it!” She thrust back hard and clamped down with what little muscular control she still had left and together they exploded in a white hot ball of raw lust.
* * *
The lay together in silence for a long time, before Emma finally got up and fixed herself a glass of water from the sideboard. She finished the glass in silence, took a deep, calming breath, and turned to face him. Her legs were shaking – and not just from exhaustion.