Sins of the Father (or the Wolf)

 

 

“N-no, Daddy, i…But You can’t do th- i mean, its just not…please?”

He just turned to leave my room.

“Please?”

“Also, I need you to braid your hair.  Thank you.”  He shut the door firmly behind Him, leaving me in a dark room with a head full of questions.

If this was happening, truly happening, i needed to prepare.

i took a deep breath, turned on the light, and began braiding my hair automatically.  What the hell was going on?  And who was this man, this H****; why did M invite him over now?

Well, whatever the reason, i told myself, i had no say in the matter (as usual).  It was my job to make Him happy and ‘follow orders’ (as He so brazenly put it).  Still, it was hard not to feel a streak of rebellion rise up in me and coil itself up like a rattler in my stomach, ready to sink it’s teeth into the first unwilling victim.  For the first time in a long time that evening, a smile cracked my face… this could be fun.  i shook myself once over and prayed to the goddess that i wouldn’t fuck this one up…

Hair in order and make-up touched up, i sprayed my fragrance of choice on and opened my door as quietly as i could, hoping i wouldn’t be caught just yet.

H**** was already at the table and he and M seemed to be engrossed in a rather boring conversation about business again.  It seemed unusual for a man so entrenched in a job like M’s  to be so distracted by the things they were speaking of.

i listened to their talk for a few minutes, trying to decipher this H****’s personality by the mannerisms he used with M.

Determined to make a good impression, i fixed on my coyest smile and made my way to the Great Room.

Immediately, H****’s eyes met mine from across the way.  From the moment i entered, body totally exposed  to this man’s lusts, he never took his eyes off me.  It was, altogether, combined with his clothing and his general way of being, a cause to be  shaken to my core.

This was a dangerous man.

“Ana, darling.  i was hoping you would be so kind as to join us in our conversations.”

“Of course, Master.  Anything you desire.”  i spoke directly into His eyes, a pleading look, begging for a mercy i didn’t deserve.

“Well darling,” It was H**** who answered, “I could use another Tom Collins.  You know how to make those?”

“Yes, sir.”  i hung my head, clearly M was not interested in hearing my plea.  Instead, i bowed myself out of the area and made my way to the bar to make (hastily and very messily) my second Tom Collins ever.

Carefully, i made my way to H**** and bowed as i handed him his drink.

“Thank you, dear.  You’re a most helpful little thing, you know that?”  H**** smiled faintly as he took the drink with one hand, caressing my ass with the other.

“Thing of beauty, isn’t she?” M stated almost proudly, “When she’s behaving, that is.”

“Can i get you anything else, sirs?” i ask nervously.

“Come here,” H**** smiles, my stomach turns at the look on his face, “I want to get a good look at you.”

Here it comes, i think.

He starts with my breasts.  Tenderly at first, fingers tracing their way slowly down my corset to my panties and between my legs.  His breath hitches in his throat.

“I see now, M.  I see the appeal.  And you really found one.”

i look over and make eye contact with M once again.  He looks triumphant.

“Ana, bend over dear.”  His voice is at once commanding and harsh.

“Y-yes, sir.”  i bend slowly, temptingly over H****’s lap and sigh something heavenly.  If M is going to make me to this, i will make Him regret it.  i will find a way.

H****’s hands are warm and timid, as though he’d never done this before.  Well neither had i.  It was a first for both of us.

His hands made contact with my ass and i moaned quietly, causing M’s eyes to widen, a betrayal of His emotions.  It was working.

Or so i thought.

It seemed that M was willing to play my little game.

“Spank her.”  His eyes were boring into mine, “She deserves it.”

Faster than i could rise from my precarious position, H****’s hand came down hard on my exposed ass, causing me to cry out sharply.

“Haha, she really is the real deal then?”  H****’s boisterous voice rang out through the room, shaking the walls with my humility.

“Yes, she is, I’m afraid.  The ‘real deal’ is much more difficult to handle than you would imagine,” once again, His eyes were looking at me.

This was personal.

So i did what i do best… i complicated things.

“Spank me again, sir.” i breathed quietly, just loud enough for M to hear and gasp.

Yes.

“As you wish, you little thing,” H**** smiled lustily, ‘God knows you probably deserve it.’

Slap

“Oh!  Again!” i cried.

“Gladly darling.  May I, M?”

“I…”

Slap

He didn’t wait for an answer, simply took what he wanted.  He was too greedy, it was going to infuriate Daddy, i knew it.

“Mmm, thank you, sir.” i breathed.  Slowly, i lifted myself off of his lap, smiling into his eyes the whole time.  M was furious and i knew it.  He wasn’t expecting this.

“Come here, ana.”

His voice was as stiff as his demeanor.

“Come here, ana.”

i waltzed slowly over to him, dancing to a tune i’d made up in my head.

“Yes, father?”

“Get to the red room… now.  H**** and I will be in momentarily and I want you ready and waiting, my dear.”

It was so much to process… it was too much to ponder…

 

so i just did as i was told.

 

-ana

Her Hideous Heart (or the glass ghost)

 

 

 

My poor, treacherous heart flickered in and out of existence as i shook under the covers praying that Daddy would buy it; any fraction of it.   That i was actually, maybe asleep and maybe, just maybe, we hadn’t made eye contact at that party.  (That party was amazing until He ruined it… was it always going to be like that?)

Shit.  i was a dead girl.

i’d gotten home maybe three minutes or so before i’d heard His engine roaring into the circular driveway and the motor of his car die before the car door slammed shut.

He burst through the entryway furiously, whirling around the house with a ferocity that surprised me. i thought for sure He would make His way to my bedroom immediately.

Eventually, there was quiet.  It was as though He had found what He had been looking for… for the moment at least.

i shut my eyes and prayed for mercy from a god i didn’t believe in.

But my luck didn’t last that long.  i heard Him climb the stairs slowly.

The door to my room slowly unlocked (oh, i forgot to tell you He locks me in for the night?) and He opened the door to peer in on me.

My heart stopped beating completely.  i thought surely i would perish; it was the tell-tale heart all over again, and i was the eye! the terrible eye!

He stood there for an eternity with the book in His hand; my favorite one;

“‘No doubt I now grew very pale…Yet the sound increased –and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound –much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath…I talked more quickly… in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would He not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men –but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed –I raved –I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder –louder –louder!'” He read to me in my horror.  It was the tell-tale heart; not a favorite, but one i knew well.

He was torturing me, it was insanity at it’s finest.  What the Hell was He going to do to me?!

He finished the passage in His beautiful, passionate, voice:

“Villains!” I shrieked, “dissemble no more! I admit the deed! –tear up the planks! here, here! –It is the beating of her hideous heart!”

 

His voice quieted in the night air and yet, i pretended to be asleep.

“You see, my sweet, “He breathed, “i knew where you were.  And i know where you are.  You are trapped here in my tower with no way out.  B is a distraction.  Parties are a distraction.  Every color in your little rainbow is a distraction.  And i am here to make sure that you remain mine no matter your little ‘distractions’.

So sneak out.  I WILL find you.  Kiss someone, I will know.  Make one move… dearest, its my job to find you out and punish your beautiful soul for your transgressions.

Summer will come and go… so will she.  But you will always be mine.

 

And I will be your Keeper.”

 

He tore the gold-leafed page from it’s fellows and let it fall to the floor.

He slammed the door shut behind Him and i burst into tears, crying uselessly against my pillows.

Disappearance

 

 

We’re too young to give each other up, we’ve known each other too long.  And i know you feel the same way.  We’re like sisters.

Sisters bonded by sin and secrets where our idiosyncratic blood would be.

Freckled by the sun and the water, we sit on the swings, holding hands.  Nothing could feel sweeter than this moment.

“Ana?”

“What?”

“Why don’t you ever have any boyfriends?  Don’t you want to know what its like?”

“To what?  Suck some immature idiot’s dick?  Guys our age suck.”

“You always say that.  Just find someone in college.  You could just not tell your dad, you know.”

“Why do i have to find a boyfriend?  You’re enough for me.”  A playful smile breaks across my face.

“Ugh, shut up!  Really, though.  Have you ever actually had one in your mouth? ”

Shit… how to answer that one…

“What, a dick?”

“It’s really weird.  Like, what are you supposed to do with it once its in there?  Its so big and like, hairy and stuff.”

i breathe a huge sigh of relief, i can gladly keep my mouth shut about that particular topic.  She wanted to confess, not really push me about it.

“Who?!”  i squeal with delight, thankful for the distraction.  “You dirty whore!”

“Remember F?  The dude with the short blonde hair?  The one we met last month up in A—– when you snuck out and told your dad you were with S?”

“Him?!”

The conversation went on comfortably for some time.  She, admitting half-shameful secrets into the rapidly approaching twilight by the lake and i, listening happily, ready to offer my untested, immature advice.

Eventually, (realizing we would both get caught) we made our way to our separate houses, thoughts still on the swing set and our long kiss goodnight.

*     *     *     *

Dressed in a towel, fresh from the steamy bathroom and thinking about a night at Daddy’s side downstairs, i hear an overly loud rap on my window.

Swiftly, letting the towel fall to the floor in my haste, i open the window and B is standing there sweetly, a little girl in huge combat boots.

“Hurry up!” i whisper into the darkness and extend a rope contraption of my own making down from my window and onto the darkened lawn where she waits hopefully.

Faster than i can fathom, she is up the rope and in my dark room with one very naked, slightly wet, me.

We were troublemakers at heart, after all.

“What the hell are you doing here?!”  My heart swells at the sight of her and her pixie haircut, sitting strewn on my floor.  i guess i’m happy she’s here.

“I saw F again! He called me and he was outside and he and i…”  She hesitated like a clumsy schoolgirl here, “well, he went down on me!”

She proclaimed it like she was trumpeting in scores of victorious angels from the heavens.  She finally had a man eat her out.  i was proud and shy all at once.  Should i feel shame because i had already felt Master’s experienced hands running up  and down my body, his tongue licking flames of desire inside me whereas she had felt only the inexperienced lapping of a boy?  i let it go.

“No!  What the hell, B?!  You’re a professional whore now!”  i let out a laugh as she collapsed on top of me in fits of giggles.

“I know, I know!!!  I don’t know what I was thinking!!!!  It was so sudden!”  Confessions pouring out of her, all smiles and floaty laughter.

“Well, are you guys a thing now? Is it like, official?”  i shake her shoulders playfully, “Did i lose you to some… man?!”

“Ana!!!!”  A male voice beckons from downstairs.  Shit.  i am out of time.  “Wherever are you, darling?”

“Hurry!” i scramble up off the floor and out from under her and race to my oversize closet.  “Hide in here.  i have to talk to daddy- uh, dad, and i’ll be back in a bit.  Make yourself at home and pleeeeease lock the door behind you.  i’ll whisper our safeword when you can unlock the door.”

Things just got complicated.

i can’t let B know about me and Daddy, but i can’t let Daddy down.  So i dress quickly in a nondescript nightgown and braid my wet hair as fast as i can.

“Coming!”

Quietly as i can, i lock my bedroom door and race downstairs, ready to greet Daddy and hopefully live through the night.

*****

i manage to finish dinner quickly enough and play innocent throughout the meal enough so that Daddy manages to let me upstairs after only about an hour and a half (He has calls to make tonight, thankfully enough.  His job calls for a lot of after-hours work.)  i thank the gods that be that He will be busy tonight.

It is almost eleven o’clock by the time i get back upstairs and whisper ‘pineapple ambrosia’ into the door.

i am greeted by an overzealous B, happy to see me and grateful for the dinner scraps i brought her.

i quickly lock the door behind me and our night together can officially begin.

With all of the lights off, we whisper secrets into the night.  Talking and laughing and confessing.  Swearing and drinking gin (yes, i stole it from the cabinet) and doing things in secret that only girls know.

At the end of the night, sometime past four, we finally crawl, exhausted, into my bed together and wrap up in each other’s arms; falling asleep dreaming of our next misadventure.

 

There was just one little problem.

 

Sometime during the night, i forgot to lock the door…

~ana

My love remind me, what was it that i did…

 

Fuck. Double fuck.

My lipstick is all smeared, my mascara is running, hair all tangled.

i just tripped back into the confines of my bedroom, tipsy, love-struck, frightened, exhilarated, and so very, very happy.

But i’m also fucked.

Dad’s car pulled in ten seconds prior to my window break-in and if i don’t beat Him, he’ll beat me (literally).

Faster than i thought possible, i rip off my black top and try to get loose from the lavender toole skirt to fling them into the back of the closet (maybe You won’t see them), forgetting that my shoes are on and totally snagging my long, black heels, tripping myself and falling unceremoniously to the floor.

“Aaargh!”  i make my frustrations audible as, in a rumple of fluffy fabric and runny make-up, i hear Your footsteps make their way softly to the landing.

“Shit!  Ah!”  Finally disentangled, i manage to crawl along the soft, cream, pile carpet deftly and make my way frantically to the door, just reaching the lock as the door swings open and smacks me right in the face.

“OW!”

“Ana!”

“Daddy!”

“What were you…what ARE you doing?”

“i was trying to change.”

“But whatever for, darling?”

“Dunno-sputter-but it wasn’t worth it now.”  i can finally sit up, naked but for a purple toole skirt, across from a man in a full suit.

The situation is rather awkward.

“So…” i am sat naked on the floor, “How was your day, Daddy?”

“I am actually wondering more about yours, little one.  Whatever did you do while I was out?”

“Oh, me?  i just played dress-up!”  My heart is pumping a million miles an hour.  Does He know i’ve been out with B?  Does He know our hands have been all over each other?  Does He even know that B (the preacher’s daughter-type) could possibly be even more dangerous than me?  No.

i sure hope not.

But surely enough, His eyes make their way down from my pathetically smeared make-up, to my guiltily bunched up clothing, down to my dirt-streaked heels (i know, a crime punishable by death!) and knew the fuckin’ truth already.

i’d been out again.

Without His precious permissions… again.

His eyes darkened an eternity in the flicker of a thought.

“Who.”

It was a command.

“B.”

“And?”

Every word was spat at me mercilessly.

“And we stayed at her house.”

“Ana, what the fuck di-”

“But we did more than talk, okay?”

A blessed pause, then vague confusion.

“But then what did you…?”

“We… we… ‘did stuff’.”

“Stuff?”

“Don’t tease me!”

You smile at me now, a teasing, laughing, nay, mocking smile.
“So you played with make-up and maybe kissed a little, is that it?”

“And so what if it is?”

i think back to my evening with B.  i hadn’t seen her in so long… and then for her to greet me like ‘that’? It was too much fantasy to fathom for one girl.  We had been apart for so long, stranded on opposite islands over a summer too hot for redemption.  What were we thinking? Keeping such secrets from each other?  We were sisters forever, bonded by blood and sin.  She knew everything before i could even look into her eyes with my confession.

A hearty laugh, and then, “Is that all then?  You and your little friend?”

My eyes make contact with the floor for the umpteenth time. “Yes.”

“Oh darling!”  A brilliant smile breaks across Your face, “You are too much!”

i pout against my will.  ‘Is that all?’ So what if it is? What if she’s all i need?

But i know right as i think it, that its betrayal and false.  i need Him in my veins.  But i missed her so much, too.

i’m torn.

You pull me away from you and look me up and down.

“So, what? You and B just played together today?”

Resignation.

“Yes, Daddy.”

A smile, a whole desert across, breaks the ferocity of your face and i see kindness there for the first time today.

 

Thank God He bought it.

For now.  i need her.

~ana

 

The Cage (Again)

 

 

 

He grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me forcibly out of my room into the darkened hallway… (It was like a sick fantasy gone all twisted up and wrong.)

“Where were you tonight and who the fuck were you with, my darling?!  (The word ‘darling’ -spat at me rather than spoken- resonated all throughout the hallways and down the melancholy steps… into the empty entryways and grand room.  A call to any and all ghosts still residing in the dusty corners of alcoves and every intersection of every wall, north and south, simply awaiting a time to remind us of their hollowed-out existance.)

His hands tightened ever-so-slightly around my delicate alabaster neck; i gasped both for air and for mercy.

“i was at home… reading the material so precious to you, father.”  Goddamnit, why couldn’t i keep my big, rebellious mouth to myself?!

“Oh, were you now?  Because your dress tells a different story, my ‘love’.”  His face tightened as though it physically pained him to force the truth from his mouth.  “The blackened rips in that pretty little blue dress i bought you indicate that you were up to much, much more than a simple romp around the house.  In fact, if I didn’t know any better,” He tossed me aside, “I would say that the poor folds of your dress got caught in the door of some ‘random’ car as you sped away from the house… OUR HOUSE… explicitly disobeying my orders!”

“I… You… but, You have no proof…”  The guiltiest line that had ever escaped my mouth.

“Get into the cage, my little one; before things get worse.”

It seemed like the most rational thing to do considering the current circumstances i was in and the amount of pain i was likely about to endure.

But for some reason, my hands did not unzip the dress, i didn’t take off my stilettos, nor did i touch the corset underneath the dress (taunting me with it’s multitude of possibilities).

i simply stepped into the cage and awaited Daddy’s directions.

He approached the cage and watched me intently for how long… i’m not sure.  But i know His eyes crawled approvingly over my lithe body; eyes silently begging for release, for reassurance… of a good girl.  He circled the cage a few times, familiarizing himself with the dimensions and the angles of every view.

“Take off your dress, dear.”  His voice resonated with me, inside and out.

“What if i refuse, Daddy?”  My shaky voice sounded too fragile floating in the air.

“Refuse?  Me?  Darling, the notion is laughable.  Now take off your dress.”

i complied slowly; letting the fabric slide longingly down my skin, unable to resist the velvet touch of a forbidden sin; pushing me further into the ether.

My fingers crawled up my shivering skin under the dress and complied with Daddy’s convoluted demands; ensuring my euphoria never ended.

The soft, blackened-blue fabric fell in folds around my feet as Master resolutely locked my cage; His eyes never leaving the black lace corset tightened around my small waist.

“Now the corset, pretty.”

“No.”

“And what do you think that will get you?”

“Nowhere, i imagine.”

“And yet you persist.”

“And yet, Daddy…”

We locked eyes…

“Take. It. Off.”

“No.”

“This is not a request…”

My fingers danced toward the zipper…

“You want me to take this off?…”

“Now, please.”

“Yes, Master…”

The corset, black with small pink roses stitched into the upper and lower portions of it, perfectly balanced against the dark sin permeating the air, slipped through the bars of the cage into Daddy’s hands.  I was completely exposed in the cage but for the stilettos…

“What do you want from me, Daddy?”

“I want to watch you twist, my love.  To suffer.  The same pain I felt.  Not knowing if you were okay, in some stupid teenage fervor… or dead.  I want you to know the same uncertainty that i felt when i got the call earlier in the night from Mr.L.T., informing me that you had LEFT OUR HOUSE WITHOUT PERMISSIONS FROM MYSELF!”

He was furious…

“Daddy, i…”   i could only stammer syllables.

“Spread your legs.”

“Wha-?”

“I said spread your legs.  You WILL be begging for my forgiveness by the end of the night.”

*     *      *      *     *

 

Tied down and forced

 

 

 

“You’re a siren, a siren.  (Slap me once and) give me a kiss.  You’re violence never gets old.” He whispered.

And it doesn’t matter “He hit me and it felt like affection” I thought,

as he pulled my panties slowly down my pale white thighs to my skinny white ankles.

Kiss me there, you know where I want your mouth, like the Fourth of July, I explode.

But even though you know what’s coming, you’ve just begun.

My shirt rests, a pile of second-thoughts next to your bed.

“Open your legs, ana.  I need to tie you up tonight.”  There is pain in his voice when he pauses (almost as though he is ashamed), “I’m sorry.”

“Yes, Daddy.”  My heart leaps and i flip to my stomach, moving my legs as far apart as they can go, spreading myself as wide as possible.

It’s one of those nights… his demons have come to roost and nothing will save his soul but the violence that connects us in our rival sexuality.  My need for mercy and his love of violence collide in a venerable tsunami of pain and blood and violence and sex and booze and intoxicated nirvana.

My face flushes dark red with shame at my nudity.  But this is what he needs, this is what i need.

“Now, ana.”  He whips my ass once as a fierce warning.  He is referring to my hesitance at calling him ‘Master”.  “We’re far past that now dear.”

“I’m sorry, Master.”  I don’t know why, but it still has trouble rolling off my petulant, back-talking tongue.

“Good girl.  Now the other leg.”  Minutes roll by as he works, his fingers moving deftly over each of my limbs, becoming more and more tightly fastened to the bedposts until I feel completely immobile and quite tense.

“Master…?”

SLAP

Gasp!  This took a turn for the serious.  Right as i begin to wonder if I’ve gotten myself in over my head again I feel His delicate hand rub my taught ass gently.

“You know what we have to do tonight?  I have to own you, dearest.”

Oh god… so this is just the beginning…

*******

Deftly, you make your way over to your ‘toy’ chest; containing all the implements i assume will be used on my innocent body tonight and pull out a riding crop.

Its like I can read your thoughts; my entire body clenches at the thought.

 

“Raise your ass in the air, Ana.  You need this.  You need this badly.”

“Yes, sir.” The words are barely out of my mouth before your arm deftly brings the crop down over my ass and my words are cut off by a sharp intake of breath and a scream.

“Again, Daddy!”

Slap!

And again,

Slap!

“Ow!  Oh God, Daddy! Ow! I’m sorry Daddy! Ow!”

“Good girl.”

“Please, not agai-aaah!

Daddy!”

“I’m not going to stop until you come.”

Slap!

“AAAh!  Daddy, please, I’m begging!”

You enter me violently, there is no forewarning.

Faster and faster you push me, until I can no longer keep it in.  I am about to come, but you keep pushing and no matter how hard i try to fight it, your will is so much stronger.

“Daddy!  Master, please!”

But before I can climax, you pull out and whip my sore ass again.

“I want the whip to make you come, baby.”

Slap!

And again.

And again.

It goes on for what feels like forever; the pain, the ecstasy, the delight, all of it at once; I am trapped in a world i do not understand for the life of me.

Until finally, i can take no more and i am overcome.

 

My body shudders violently as the crop comes down once more between my legs and can no longer contain myself.  My whole body explodes; and i shatter into the ether, fragments of myself overcome by this force so much greater than i.

I collapse, exhausted, against the bed; all four limbs still unable to move more than a few inches and shuddered against the bedsheets.

How is this man so utterly in control of my every emotion, my every passion?

“Dolly?” The velvet of his voice breathing over my silly nickname gave me life again.

“Mmm?”  I mumbled through the sheets on my stomach, “Yes, Daddy?”

“I own you, darling.  Never forget that.  I may deny myself, I may push you past your limits, but you are mine and mine alone.

Your every thought, emotion, orgasm… they are all mine.  You are my girl and I will never let you go, you little concubine.  You are my hearts desire but you are my worst nightmare.

 

 

I will never let you go.”

 

 

~ana

Patience, little one…

The taper is balanced precariously in between my legs; the flame trembling with my excitement.  With every breath i take i make a silent prayer that my trembling legs will be enough to hold the candle (i shudder as i think of the consequences).

“Breathe, little one, breathe.” He is standing there, in nothing but jeans and an expression on his face that causes my heart to jump.

“Daddy…”

“Shh,” He puts his finger to my soft lips and i can’t resist eagerly kissing Him, wanting so much more in my little mouth than just His finger.

“Daddy, please…”  i am panting now, begging for Him, for anything, sucking on his finger out of sheer desperation.

“No, little girl, not yet.  Mmm, so eager.”  His face breaks into a sinful smile, a promise of things to come.

My eyes widen in surprise as a hot drop of wax melts its way down the candle, coming closer and closer to my legs.

“Daddy, daddy!”  But my pleads go unnoticed; the simmering drop of wax makes its way steadily down the candle and makes contact with my trembling thighs, causing me to gasp loudly as it makes contact with my sensitive skin.

“Shh, quiet dolly.  Its not over yet.”

i clamp my mouth shut, wanting only to please as drop after drop of molten wax makes its way down my legs, closer and closer to the one sensitive place i don’t want it to make contact with.  i can’t handle much more, i am so close to cumming already, the heat and the sensation is far too much for my lithe inexperienced body; i need to come, its too much… im trapped in this man’s spell.

As drop after drop of hot wax paints my thighs, the sensation is too much and i come against my will; its hard and demanding and i lose all sense of time and space.

But as soon as its over, i know there will be hell to pay; i didn’t have Daddy’s permission.

And as soon as i think the thought, the taper is pulled from between my legs and i am flipped over faster than i can comprehend.

“Daddy!”  But before i can finish my sentence i am hit with a resounding slap to my tender ass.

“You don’t come without my permission.  Do you understand?”

“I’m sorry Daddy.”

“Give me your ass now.”

“Yes sir.”  And i bend over all too eagerly, not knowing what i was in for but wanting it all the same.

And before i can gather my thoughts, before i can get a word out, he is inside me, filling me, almost more than i can handle.  And i’m not ready for his sheer size.

“Daddy, please!”  i plead with him, begging for more but less… it doesn’t make any sense.

“Take me, ana.”  He is already panting from the effort of forcing himself inside of me.  “Don’t stop darling.  I need you.”

Need me?  Did he really just say that?  i need him; i need him so much but to hear him say those words to me made me feel lighter than air, like i was ethereal.

Harder and harder, faster and faster he pushed desperately into me and i couldn’t hold back.

i screamed his name out loud over and over again, begging for just one more release.  Then suddenly he pulled out.

Sitting up, confused and desperate, i thought i had done something wrong.

But Daddy had other plans.

“Put me in your mouth, you dirty slut; I want you to taste yourself.”

Too frightened or too eager, i did as asked and wrapped my mouth around Daddy’s long, wet cock.  He was so big, so wide, i had trouble fitting the whole thing into my mouth.  But he tasted amazing; it was a combination of his saltiness and my own taste… i couldn’t get enough, i felt so greedy sucking and sucking on Him… i wanted His cum in my mouth.

And i got what i asked for.  His hands tightened their grip around my hair and he pushed himself further into my mouth and i could taste his release; it was exquisite.

“Swallow me, ana.”

And i did as asked; i only aim to please my Daddy.

~ana

Bound and Gagged

My little mouth was already full to bursting with Your cock.   i got turned around and pushed roughly to the bed; this side of You i don’t see very often.  Beads of Your sweet, sweet sweat drip from Your chest onto mine; Your breath is cascading in swift drafts onto my face, i can smell Your want and it only makes me crazier for You.

Recklessly, You push Yourself inside of me and i cry out in spite of myself.  You are so big, i can barely handle it all at once.  You thrust Yourself deeper into me and hold Your hand against my mouth so i don’t cry, the intensity of You is almost too much.

As You grab one of my tender nipples between Your fingers and twist almost cruelly, i hear Your whisper “Remember the lake?” And it becomes too much.  i try unsuccessfully to cry out but You only push down harder, Your movements are almost frantic.

Your cock penetrates me again and again and my eager body is overtaken by the sensation and i come on Your cock again and again.

Suddenly, You pull Yourself out of me, grab me up off the bed and pull me into standing position.  You kneel in front of me and kiss my stomach.  Slowly, Your mouth travels from my belly button further down, Your tongue stopping right between my upper thighs, overwhelming me.

You wrap Your arms around my legs, now its You on Your knees, i’m not used to it.  i can feel Your wet, warm tongue against the tender place between my legs and i shudder uncontrollably.  “Please,” i whisper, i can’t stay standing like this for much longer, i’m about to lose control.  “Daddy, please…”  My breaths are coming out in small, hot panting moans, my knees are trembling and i’m a bit confused… i thought i was supposed to be the one on my knees…?

“God…” i can barely hear You in between breaths “I worship you, you little slut.  Do you even know how that feels?”

This catches me off guard completely.

“You’re mine. You understand?”  You take my face in Your strong hands and pull it inches from Yours, i feel Your breath on my face, its like the sweetest wine.

“Yes, Daddy.”  i barely manage before You spin me around and give my ass a resounding slap as You push me back onto the bed.

“You are my sin, you are my doll, you are my plaything.  You belong to me forever.”

My arms are pulled behind me seconds before i feel the abrasive texture of rope around my wrists and Your hands rapidly get to work tying my arms behind me; causing my back to arch, sending exquisite shots of pain down my shoulders and arms; the sensation of the ropes alone could make me come; but i know You don’t want that yet… You want to see the pain first…

“Daddy…” i pant helplessly into the bed.

“Shh.  It’s time to serve Your master.”  Quickly, a gag is tied around my mouth and i clamp down on it with my teeth just in time to brace for the first slap.  i moan against the tie You used to gag me as Your hand makes contact against my delicate skin over and over again.

It hurts, but with every slap You push me higher and higher and before i can get a hold of myself, i’m begging through my gag for more.

i will be forever trapped in Your spell, the hold You have over me is unbreakable, Master.  It is exquisite.

 

~p

 

A Conversation

4:00am:

“Daddy?”

“Yes?”

“i only feel safe when i’m in Your arms.”

“Come here then, child.”

i can smell Your deodorant, Your pheromones, Your very essence.  my head lays on Your chest, my fingers make their way through Your chest hair and my heartbeat is finally returning to normal; i hate nightmares.

“Do you wish to talk about it?”  i can tell by Your voice that You are fighting sleep.

“No, Daddy.”  i sigh happily, already fighting sleep myself, “i feel much better now.”

 

~p

Pt. 3

Your bedroom is dimly lit; the red satin of Your sheets looks so inviting.  But its not going to be that easy, it never is with You.  You slide the crisp white shirt off Your shoulders and let it drift to the floor, i cannot stop staring at You.  Slowly, You make Your way across the room and wrap Your arms around my shaking body and suddenly i give in, its too much for me.

“i couldn’t stay there, i can’t be without You.  i’m sorry.”  i can’t bring my eyes to meet Yours so You place Your hand under my chin and gently lift my face to Yours.

“You know you have to be punished for disobeying Me.”  My eyes widen in shock as You smile wickedly at me, “Get on the bed, Ana.  I want to see you.”

Hesitantly, i climb onto the bed and sit down.

“No darling, i want you on all fours.”

Quickly, i comply despite my reservations and You walk over to me.  You pull the last piece of clothing, my wet panties, off of me, leaving me completely naked and vulnerable.

“Let’s see, you disobeyed your parents…”

“Foster parents.”

“you disobeyed me, came out past curfew, and interrupted.”

“But…”

“I suggest you stay quiet unless you want more trouble.”  i shut my mouth, determined not to get myself into further trouble but You’ve moved over to a dresser in the corner of the room.

“Now, what does my Anabelle deserve for breaking so many rules in one night?”  You reach into the top drawer and pull out a black flogger, the knots at the end look intimidating so i shut my eyes.  You have come back around to the bed and are standing right next to me; i am desperately trying to conceal my breathing, coming short and fast now.

i gasp when i feel Your hand make gentle contact with my ass, rubbing it tenderly as though that were Your only intention.  Suddenly, i feel the sharp slap of the flogger against my skin and cry out involuntarily.

“Don’t worry, my sin.  All will be over soon.”  And just as You finish Your sentence, the flogger makes contact with my tender ass again and i cry out against the pain.  “You are going to have to get better at controlling yourself, you’re making this far too easy.”

i shut my mouth tightly this time, determined not to make a sound and when the flogger makes contact again, i am happy that i managed to keep from yelping despite the pain.  The flogger meets my skin again and again; each time getting harder and harder to hold my tongue.  When i don’t think i can take anymore, the sharp sting of the flogger is replaced by Your warm, gentle hand, rubbing my ass softly, almost caressing me.

You move Your hand down between my legs and begin to rub me slowly.  Now there is a different tone to my gasping.  You slowly, delicately slide two of Your fingers inside me and i shiver with the sensation of it.  It doesn’t take much at all before i reach climax.

My legs are shaking when You enter me.  i cry out from the pleasure/pain; i can barely keep from climaxing again.

Suddenly, i feel Your hand in my hair and You pull on it hard until my face is close enough to Yours.

“Come for me, princess.”  Your whisper sends me over the edge and i cry out with pleasure as wave after wave hits me.

Later, when i am laying on Your bare chest and we are tangled in the sheets, You run Your hand through my hair, kiss the top of my head and whisper “This is where you belong.”