Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
“Then, teach me Daddy. Teach me—”
I know so little of the world outside of my home, the dance world and school. This is outside my comfort zone but all my life I’ve been taught, pain is your body telling you, you are growing. That you are tearing away what was in preparation for what’s to come and I want what’s coming.
No pun intended.
“Christ, your tight little cunt doesn’t care about right and wrong, does it?” His fist tightens around the leash, his other around my throat turning my face up to his. His forehead knotted with tension.
“I’m sorry.” I mouth, the taboo thrill of apologizing for creating this manic lust in my uncle sending fire through my veins.
His lips pull back as he centers more pressure on my windpipe. “You fucking did this to Daddy on purpose didn’t you? You know I need that little hole you’ve been saving for me. Made me hard and now, I’m taking what’s mine. You’ve had a chokehold on me with that baby tight fucking pussy for too long now and I want it. I’m going to have it rough and sloppy and bloody. You have one way out Dautie, one way out and you need to use it right fucking now. Say your word, and this stops. Say your word and nothing will be the same, but I’ll go back to fucking my fist ten times a day while remembering how your soft little mouth felt sucking daddy off like a good girl, but it will stop here. Forever. I don’t do half way, I don’t do just a little. So, say it, or Daddy’s going to be balls deep in that pin hole between your legs.”
“I did this, I want it all. Tonight. Before I chicken out. I don’t want things to go back to the way they were. I want to worship at the altar of Daddy and give him whatever he needs. Even when it hurts.”
“Christ.” A tsunami of cursing and hissing spills from his lips as he spins us toward the raised bed covered in crisp white sheets against the wall with a flick of his wrist, leather straps digging into my skin like angry serpents.
He grunts with each heavy step, my bare feet dragging off the rug onto the surrounding cool marble.
Without ceremony, my feet leave the floor, my body flipped onto the mattress in one fluid motion. I land with a soft thud, air driven from my lungs as he forces his knee between my legs pressing them wide.
I struggle for a moment to re-gain my bearings, my skin prickling as he shoves his pants and boxers down, jerking and shaking his leg until the thud of his shoes falling to the floor echo in the room, his pants fall down to his ankles, his perfectly starched white shirt torn open, hanging wide as the hard planes and angles of his torso cause another gathering of warm wetness to expel from my femininity.
“No one has made me lose control before. You’re a naughty, naughty little girl doing this to Daddy. Now, you’re going to make it all better, aren’t you?”
I nod, the fantasy putting my pleasure on a hair trigger.
His cock is still as hard as marble between us, mushroom head glistening, and I feel it there as he runs it up and down through my folds, his face over me a tangle of tension and lust.
He grips my knee, pushing me wide.
Is this actually happening? My first time in a kink club with my uncle?
I don’t care what he does as long as he keeps looking at me like he is. As long as he keeps cursing and talking in crude, rough filth.
He looks down at my exposed pink bare lips, lining himself up at my opening, applying the first pressure that makes me draw a sharp breath, pressing against that slick little bud of flesh between my thighs—and suddenly I’m a child again, with Rye over me, the same face of my father yes, but he feels nothing like him.
“Breathe,” he orders, knuckles brushing my clit back and forth. “You need to relax the best you can for what’s coming.”
He leans over and spits crudely onto the apex of my sex. The sensation of the slick warmth sliding down over my raw nerve endings makes my eyes roll back as Rye expels another wet round of slippery saliva which lands warm and wet on my clit.
“Please, go slow.” I whisper, my fingers trembling against Rye’s chest as he centers his body over mine.
His answer is a rumble vibrating through me as he nudges the blunt head of his cock against my folds, pressing slow until the first honest realization of what’s about to happen shakes me down to my marrow.
“Time to make Daddy feel better.” He growls as the fresh pressure introduces me to the mechanics of getting what he has into what I have and I wiggle and pinch my eyes shut.