Call Me Daddy

Obsessed With Your Mouth

Amelia's POV

A gasp escaped me.

“W-what do you mean?” I was staring right at this face from the mirror, and I swear there was something unsettling about his eyes. Maybe I should've never ignored it.

He started running his hands through my arms, grabbing my throat from behind and choking me. I didn't like it this time. I didn't like how he was handling me. I honestly felt like I was going to die so I tried to hit him, but he was faster, holding me down, his words soothing as his breath fanned my neck and ears.

“Ease into it. Relax. I won't kill you.”

“Have you killed before?” I still don't know why I asked that. It just felt possible.

“Don't ruin this with stupid questions.”

He released his grip, and it started to feel good, watching the expressions he was making on his face because of me. He seemed to enjoy choking as a fantasy.

While he might know how to choke pleasurably, he seemed to also know how to choke to death.

He released me, taking his hands away from my neck, then I watched his face drop to my back, where he ruined my back with kisses I would never forget in this lifetime.

I almost lost control when I felt him reach for the zipper of my dress and started dragging it down. He kissed his way down my back as my dress fell to my feet.

He ripped my thong off me and flung it away, and there I stood, completely naked, in front of a fully clothed crazy man.

He watched me for a while.

“You're a work of art. Every part of you. It would be a shame, a pity to make you my doll. It really would.” He seemed to be speaking to himself as he once again pressed himself against me, his hands reaching both of my breasts and squeezing from behind.

“Dane…more. Give me more.” I was already losing my footing.

This man groaned hard as he touched me and squeezed my breasts, flicking his fingers over my super erect n*****s and pinching, dropping kisses all over my shoulders. He was generous with them.

His c**k poked my ass. I can't wait for it to be inside me, I can't.

I had my eyes shut, feeling every emotion, every sensual touch because I needed the crumbs this man was giving me, until I felt his hands stray to where he had his hands earlier this evening in the hallroom where he first ravaged me.

He spanked my p***y softly because I was too lost in my feelings to realize that he was actively rubbing his fingers in between my folds again, f**k. He rubbed deeper, faster, he was doing major work, I was moaning soft, breathing hard.

“Don't be shy. Spread your pretty tiny legs for Daddy.” Again, the sensual whispering, it was killing me. I was too stunned, enjoying myself so much, I forgot to listen. He removed his hands and spanked my ass. I yelped in pain and pleasure, such a delicious reset.

“I said, spread your legs.” I have never widened them so fast in my life. My chest constricted. Yeah, already one of the best days of my life.

“Good girl. Such a pretty girl.” He kissed and bit my earlobe teasingly. I even saw a small smile that didn't last a second long on his face. He turned serious again.

“Now, let me tell you how this will go.”

I nodded my head like the desperate w***e that I am.

“I will finger you, over and over until you pass out, then I will carry you to your room and f**k my fists to your exhausted body, c*m all over your face and leave. I want your consent.”

I gasped as a cold shiver ran down my spine. It sounded…exciting. It sounded way too exciting, I knew I couldn't trust it, I couldn't trust myself. No. I'm not that crazy, I swear.

“You can't do that. I want to dare you, but I'm…I'm not ready yet. You might be joking, but in case you're not, I'm going to decline.” I sounded so weak and scared, but I really couldn't handle it.

I watched him grin, still rubbing torturous circles on my p***y like I was some toy he was having fun with.

“I like how you don't think with your ass, Scaredy cat. You think with your brain.”

Then he spanked me again and continued speaking, while I bit back a moan because his second finger became very prominent around my c**t.

“You're logical. Still doesn't mean s**t though, because I'm serious. Don't consent. This is me telling you to make the right choices and don't let me handle you tonight, after that silly dress you wore.”

I shook my head, really terrified now. I believed him. He would really finger me into unconsciousness if I consented and I just…no way in hell.

I was beginning to understand why he kept pushing me away. Somehow I felt like this was only just the beginning, a tiny crack on the surface.

“I decline.” His smile reappeared again then he turned me to face him via my neck and pressed a deep kiss to my lips.

“I'm obsessed with your mouth.” He's so honest it's crazy. Why admit something that sweet to me in the middle of this crazy situation?

“I might just be obsessed with yours too, Dane. Kiss me as much as you want.”

“I will abuse that.”

“I'm also crazy too. You're not the only crazy one.” I wanted to relate to his personality so bad, I was going to say anything.

“Amelia…you're not crazy. I assure you. You don't know crazy. You haven't seen it so shut your mouth. You're just a little girl.”

I hated that. It made me so mad so I snapped.

“So little, you don't even know what to do with me so you're f*****g stalling.”

I immediately felt the tension shift, the atmosphere in the room turned hostile. It cooled, a cool breeze hitting all the pores of my skin, anger lurking around, passing through Dane's eyes. I had just upset him. Maybe it's what I wanted, but I did.

I expected him to yell back, or say something, but all he did was make me face the mirror again. At least that's what I

thought until I felt like I was heavily stabbed with a knife, deep inside me.

I looked down in shock as my mouth fell open to see that Dane had forced two of his fingers deep inside me. He dragged my face back up with my hair aggressively, it hurt and my vision instantly blurred.

My breathing ceased. I couldn't believe what was happening.

“I don't know what to do with you? Watch me mess you up then. If you shut your eyes for one second, I'll stop.”