I didn't even know I was close, but Daddy's words, combined with the feel of his cock pressing up against my g-spot and his other hand skimming across my clit... I didn't stand a chance.
My back arches, my pussy pulsing around his huge dick, drool bubbling at the corners of my mouth and mingling with the tears streaking my cheeks. I gasp and writhe as waves of pleasure overwhelm me, my head growing heavier and heavier with every breath.
His hand slides from my mouth, down to my chest, resting atop my frantic heart. I suck in lungfuls of air, but it doesn't seem to be enough.
Thankfully, he gives me a moment to clear my head, to catch my breath. Daddy can read me better than anyone; he knows I'm not past my limit, but he's giving me some room to recover before going at me again.
"What do you say to Daddy for making you come, sweetheart?" Daddy asks, his voice gentler than before.
I gain just enough awareness to rasp, "I've come harder with my toys, Daddy."
There's a pause, and I have just enough time to tense in anticipation, before he flips me over and drags me backwards, over his lap as he sits, forcing me across his knees, my naked ass and pussy turned up towards my bedroom door.
"You think you're cute, princess?" he growls at me, rubbing my ass cheeks in warning. "Let's see if you're still mouthy after this."
That's all I get, before his roughened hand is blowing smack after smack on my ass, walloping me with enough force to send me rocking forwards with every strike. It stings, God does it sting, and I won't be able to sit for days, but a voice in my mind reminds me that I asked for this, that I deserve this.
I don't know how many spanks I get. I lose count after ten. Daddy starts spanking my pussy too, after a while, and that only throws fuel on the fire within me, climbing towards another orgasm, despite this treatment.
"Jesus, you're gonna be sore tomorrow," Daddy remarks with a low laugh, petting my ass and ignoring the way I flinch at his touch.
"Stop, Daddy, please!" I wail. Taking advantage of the pause in his hits, I scramble off his lap and make a break for the door, hoping he'll catch me before I can go anywhere.
My Daddy is perfect in every way, so of course he catches me. His hand snatches my ankle, and he drags my thrashing body back across the carpet, heedless of my begging and screaming, before hefting me back up onto the mattress. When I'm there, he sinks his full weight on top of my back, his hand returning to silence my mouth, his other one cupping the dripping juncture between my thighs.
"I'm being nice, baby," he drawls into my ear, low and deadly. "I could press your face into the floor and fuck you on the rough carpet. I could force my cock into your ass without any lube. I could tie you up and wreck every one of your holes without a care in the world, then leave you here for me to use whenever I like. I could be a lot meaner, so I'd start being a bit more grateful, if I were you."
He knees apart my legs, and when his hand pinches my reddened and raw rear, I squeal into his palm.
"Aw, you sore, slut?" he mocks. "Trust me, baby, when I'm through with you, you'll be a lot sorer. Daddy's gonna teach you to respect him properly. This is how bratty little girls get treated - you'd do well to remember that."
Daddy forces my legs even wider, then pushes that huge cock back into my cunt, driving it all the way in until his hips are flush with mine, his balls pressed against my ripened slit. My mind blanks a little at the stretch.
"I'm gonna use this cunt as a cocksleeve, but I don't think you've earned Daddy's cum tonight. Daddy only breeds good girls, not disobedient sluts. If you're lucky, you can drink it instead. I don't want to completely waste it, after all," Daddy bites out. The disappointment in his voice has genuine tears welling in my eyes, and I have to remind myself this is just an act, just a game.
Another hocking sound, and when I manage to look back over my shoulder, I see Daddy bent down to spit right on my asshole. I sob as his free fingers begin to rub the saliva into my back passage, dipping just into the rosebud to test out its tightness, wriggling around the entrance until I'm begging against his hot hand.
"Shh, it'll be easier if you just shut up and take it, doll." As if to punctuate his point, Daddy impales me with every word, drawing his cock out and then stuffing it back in again, until he works up a rhythm that seems to coordinate with the finger prodding my asshole.
Time becomes meaningless, and all I can do is breathe in the scent of my daddy's skin and try not to pass out from the potent combination of pleasure and pain. He's using me, just like he threatened; I could be a lifeless doll, and he wouldn't know the difference. I'm just a series of holes for him to use, and the thought of that has my head growing foggy once more, my mind slipping into a space I only go to when Daddy's been particularly rough with me.
The feel of his cock delving deep in my insides becomes relaxing, and I finally stop struggling, instead giving in to the urge to be a good girl, be what Daddy needs in this moment.
"Fuck, fuck, here you go, slut," he says in a rumble, and then I'm being tugged upwards, my mouth being forced open once more, and Daddy's bulbous cockhead is suddenly on my tongue. I can taste our combined flavors, and it makes me sigh in bliss.
Big, strong hands hold my head in place as he uses my mouth as yet another fuckhole. Then, seconds later, rope after rope of hot seed is sprayed down my throat, over my tongue and teeth, dripping from my lips. I gobble down all that I can, but it doesn't stop, it's never-ending. It flows out of my mouth and oozes onto my tits, until I need to scoop it up with my fingers and suckle it down like it's melting ice-cream.
"Fucking hell, princess," Daddy rasps.
And then, like a dam breaking free, I burst into tears.
Immediately, he's there, lifting me into his arms and settling me in his lap, petting my hair and kissing all over my face, drying my tears with his sleeve as he goes.
"Shh, princess, my sweet baby, my perfect girl," he whispers into my hair, "you did so well, I love you so much, Daddy loves you, angel."
"N-not a b-bad girl?" I blubber, overcome with emotion. I can't even say why I feel this way, just that I was riding high one moment, and then crashing down the next.
"Never, sweetheart," Daddy promises, wrapping a blanket around me. "Never a bad girl. Daddy didn't mean any of those things, beautiful. You know Daddy loves you, you're the only one for me. Such a good girl, you made me so proud, you were so brave."
All this praise is sending me right back up again, and I shift so my thighs are open once more.
Daddy knows exactly what I need - like always - and his hand goes to my clit, stroking me until I'm sighing through a gentle orgasm, calming my nerves like nothing else.
Later, Daddy will insist on giving me a bath, and rubbing ointment into my aching ass cheeks, and pampering me all over again.
For now, though, the two of us lie against the bedhead, his hands never straying from soothing over my body, his lips kissing all over my face.
"I have a secret to tell you, baby girl," Daddy tells me in a quiet voice, after I've recovered a little. When I look up at his handsome face, he rubs his nose against mine, and whispers the words I've wanted to hear for so long: "Your mom and I are gonna get a divorce, little one. Soon enough, it'll be just you and me."
I laugh in sheer happiness, my heart full of so much love.
Just Daddy and me.
The way it's supposed to be.
