My Daddy found me curled up on the bed, clutching a tear stained pillow. A misunderstanding between us had cost us both our first few rough and distant hours. While we'd sorted out the initial misunderstanding, my wounds still bled, though the flow had diminished to a trickle. Our first stumble. We were both a little bruised and gravel still clung to my palms and knees. I'd never felt my little girl so strongly. I was drowning in submission and need. I was utterly lost.
An hour before, I'd simply crawled on top of the covers in my dress with my back to the door, letting my heels clatter to the floor. I'd been desperate to give in to the emotions flooding through me. When I heard M's quiet entry, my heart jumped, and fresh tears slowly slid down my cheeks. I was simultaneously relieved He was there yet incredibly anxious. I waited tensely.
I heard him lower his bag to the floor and the soft shuffle as he toed off his shoes. The whisper of fabric was the only sound in the room as he tugged his dress shirt from his pants and unbuttoned that long row I was always in a rush to separate. I knew every sound. I had heard them so often. I ached deeply. For what, I didn't really understand.
I felt his weight press down on the bed. A moment later his heat at my back and his arms closing around me tight. The dam broke inside me. Another round of hot salty tears poured from my soul. His lips in my hair he cooed softly to me. "It's okay, babygirl. I promise." He kissed my head, my temple, my shoulder and kept me tight against him as I sobbed. I'd never been such a mess and for something no where near catastrophic. Distantly, the intellectual me was appalled at my silliness.
Gently he rolled me to my back so that I was under him. I hid my face against the warm, soft comfort of his undershirt, soaking it with my sorrow. "Talk to me, baby. Come on."
With a jagged breath I tried to explain, "Please Daddy....It just hurts, and I'm scared."
He pulled me close, petting my hair. "It was only a misunderstanding, little one. Here, let Daddy clean you up." His thumb gently ran over my cheeks trying to wipe away my tears, but more only fell in their wake. I couldn't seem to pull myself together even in the sweet comfort of his arms. I needed something I couldn't define.
Daddy stared down at me I knew. But I didn't have the strength to meet his eyes. Maybe if I had...
His fingers threaded lightly through my hair and then suddenly drew tight in a fist pulling my face from the security of his chest. The tender caresses that had pushed away my tears disappeared, as his other hand gripped my cheeks harshly. "Look at me, little girl." I hesitated, not wanting to see the disappointment in his eyes. He slapped my cheek firmly before renewing the grip against my jaw. "Look. At. Me." There was no longer any question, I obeyed.
I slowly rose my lashes, dreading what I would find. Instead of disappointment, my eyes met an unexpected fierceness. In his quiet yet oh so demanding tone, he asked, "Did I give you fucking permission to cry?"
"No Sir," I whispered even as my tears fell.
"Then let me give you something to fucking cry about," he growled.
He tightened his grip on my jaw and opened my mouth to a searing kiss. His tongue sank deep and dark into my mouth, leaving me breathless and igniting a sudden all consuming fire in my gut. He squeezed my cheeks, forcing my jaw wider to thoroughly control our kiss. He demanded. I gave. He sucked harshly at my tongue until it was dragged out of my mouth to claim and use. His teeth and firm lips claimed a unique intimacy so brutal and raw that I was helpless.
When he raised his head, I laid limply in the shelter of his arms. I couldn't think. He let go of my face but held firmly to my hair. Through my shuttered lashes I watched him look me up and down. A dark laugh was my only warning before I felt him tug at the bunched skirt of my dress and exposed my panty-less pussy. I was embarrassed to realize that during our kiss, I had instinctually spread my legs wantonly for him. In a soft gruff voice he coaxed my desire, "Ahhhh...there we go. I knew that's what you needed. You need Daddy to touch you don't you, babygirl?"
I tried to close my legs in shame, but Daddy immediately smack each thigh. "Show Daddy that sweet juicy cunt, baby. I know you're already nice and wet."
I whimpered but again obeyed, spreading myself wide for his eyes. I could feel my slick damp folds, even as I continued to cry. I was confused by the extremes tearing through me. "Mmmmm...look how wet you are for Daddy." He reached between my legs and firmly dragged a single finger through my drenched cunt. "Such a good slut." I cried out at the intrusion and tried to pull away. I wanted, yet...I...I didn't know...
He shifted his weight to hold me in place, then slowly dragged his wet finger across my lips. "Yes, that tells Daddy exactly what you need and want." Gently he licked and sucked at my lips to taste as he tore the front of my dress open to expose my heavy aching breasts. I started to sob.
"Daddy...please..." I begged.
"What, babygirl?" he cooed sweetly as His hand brutally molded one breast and pinched its taunt nipple. "What do you need from Daddy?" he whispered in my ear.
All I could do was whimper.
"You don't know," he chided me. "But I do." His fingers dug into the soft tender flesh of my breast. Heaven and hell. I groaned. I sniffled. "And I'm going to give you exactly what you need. What we BOTH need...a reason for you to cry." Daddy held my most sensitive breast up and firmly sucked my fat nipple, His teeth worried that thick meat making me cry out in pain.
"That's only the beginning little girl," he promised. The hard slap to my heavy breast stung like fire. "You need to feel Daddy's hunger for you, don't you?" Another slap to the other. I whimpered with each lick of sweet pain. "My lil slut need Daddy to play with her to make her better, don't you?" My mind was shattering, and I missed my chance to reply. Two hard wicked slaps to my heaving breasts were my punishment. "Answer me!"
"Yes, Daddy. Please....Please, Daddy," I pleaded as I instinctively I tried to curl in on myself closing my legs and bringing them to my chest.
"Don't fucking shut your legs. You know better than that," he growled pulling my hair hard. "Open them up wide and show Daddy that pretty little fuckhole you want Daddy to play with before I beat you for disobeying me."
I clutched at the hem of my dress and dragged it to my waist and open my creamy thighs wide. I could feel my juices slide out of my pussy and down to tease my tight puckered asshole. "Mmmmmm...such a good girl for Daddy," he whispered. His hand grabbed at my crotch harshly. "Were you scared, baby?" Two fingers slipped inside me, and I helplessly arched into Daddy's demanding touch.
"Yes, Daddy," I cried, tears brimming again even as desire flooded my body.
Three fingers..."Did you think Daddy would walk away from his precious little girl?" My juices were slick and hot around his fingers. I began to pant and whimper.
"I didn't know, Daddy. I didn't know. I hate dis-a-apointing you." His hand slid from my hair to wrap lightly around my neck. I leaned my head back further, desperate for his dominance.
Light kisses peppered my full breasts. "I know you do, baby. I know you do." He paused for a moment with those three long fingers seated so deeply inside me, teasing my inner walls. Then he whispered so sweetly, "Now be a very, very good girl for Daddy, okay?" As I nodded my head, lips pressed tightly together in response to his erotic touch, his fingers slip gently from me. I whimpered at the loss. "Now, cum as I stretch that sweet greedy pussy nice and wide."
His grip on my neck tightened, restraining my air as four fingers slammed brutally into me stretching the tunnel he used with no apology.
"Cum for Daddy."
His palm beat against my sensitive clit. "
Squirt all over the bed and your dress."
Rapid strokes meant to demand my orgasm. "Show Daddy how much you like me hurting you."
Straining for air, I erupted. My hot wet orgasm pour all over his hands like a waterfall. Daddy only laughed. "Such a good little slut." His pounding continued. He released my throat to hear my desperate groans. Wave after wave splashed my thighs, soaking my dress and the comforter. He unmercifully spread the lips of my hole wide, so he could watch the spasms rack through me. "Ahhhh...look at you cum so hard for Daddy."
Embarrassed at such intimacy, I buried my face against his chest struggling to catch my breath from my continued tears and the forced orgasm. He never gave me a chance. "Still crying, little girl?" A firm slap to my open exposed hole sent fire racing up my spine. "There's a good reason." Another. In reflex my thighs snapped shut. Daddy simply pried them apart leaving bruises in my resistance and his demand.
"Please Daddy! It hurts!" I sobbed.
"I know. I know it fucking hurts." Rapid smacks to my thighs, my cunt, my bottom. "I like hurting you." Each strike becoming harder.
"Daddy...Daddy..." I whaled again and again through my tears.
"Awww...poor baby." Smack. "Keep crying." SMACK! "Give it to Daddy." SMACK! "Give it to me." SMACK!
He simply increased the
intensity
with each blow. I was struggling to move away from him. He refused to grant me mercy.
Suddenly the fiery pain pounding in my head shift. Replaced by the cool, overwhelming grace of subspace. Every muscle in my body relaxed. My tears finally ceased. I moaned..."Yes...Daddy. Please...more." My legs spread wide offering myself to him with abandon. He gave me exactly what I craved.
"Ahhhh yes...There you go baby. Take it all...Take..." He reigned violence down on me as I devoured the incredibly beautiful pain that he gave. I orgasmed again and again without shame as he watched his baby's gushing hole.
"Thank you Daddy...Thank you...More...Thank you..." I chanted. My mind, body, and soul absorbing every touch and torment. I was lost in all that was us.
"Such a good girl...such a very good girl." I felt Daddy's weight shift to between my thighs and then he was sinking so deeply in me. His hands threaded tightly in my hair. My arms and legs curled around him as he began to rock firmly in me. "Look at me, baby. Look at Daddy."
My hazed gaze met his. "Your mine." He filled my swollen cunt as he kissed my tear stained cheeks. "Don't ever doubt that. I'm not letting you go."
"I'm yours, Daddy." I whispered, arching to meet his demand. "Always."
"Good girl. Very good girl. Now take..."
Again and again Daddy took all that what was His, and I gave Him everything.
~DominaKat
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