Call Me Daddy

Always Welcome, Baby Girl

Amelia's POV

I had no words left in my mouth when he started f*****g me with his fingers, rough and rougher he went, not stopping for a second to let me breathe.

It hurt. It hurt so much. I've never felt this good, this turned on. The pain felt so good.

I wanted to shut my eyes, scream at the top of my lungs and moan until I lost my voice, but all I could settle for was my legs shaking uncontrollably and staring back into his eyes that were watching mine to see if I'd disobey him. He looked like he barely had a single shred of humanity, so foreign, so distant like he was losing his soul.

If he kept going like this, I might truly pass out. It was too much.

“What were you saying about not being able to handle you? You can't even handle two fingers. Wait till I add a third. You might just f*****g break, huh.” He whispered, sucking on my earlobe, and it gave me a chance to shut my eyes for a moment because keeping them open was work when he handled me this wickedly.

He caught me.

“You shut your eyes, didn't you?”

I shook my head in…fear? Anticipation? Did I suddenly want to keep disobeying?

“No no I didn't.” No doubt I was still terrified.

“Liar.” He breathed, but he didn't stop fingering and making me leak and leak onto his fingers and cry.

“Of course I can't stop now I know how good you feel, so another punishment should suffice.”

I thought the pace he was going was deadly, enough to cause enough steam to literally boil my insides, but he doubled it. He f****d doubled it. He hit me hard and deep, I started to beg for mercy. In fact I was beyond disoriented and confused. I will never make the mistake of disobeying him again.

“Dane–” More. Moreeee. I thought to myself as I fought against leaving the realm we were in more times than I could breathe. I was literally going in and out of consciousness already.

“What if they come in? Your dad, your step mum. What if they come in and catch me fingering your tight cunt? What if they see what I'm doing to their precious little princess?” It was just too much, way too much, my chest rose and fell, my shoulders completely forgot how to relax. How could I reduce the tension? I tried rubbing my ass against him for friction but he didn't let me.

The thought of getting caught should make me want to stop, but it would kill me if he stopped now, no matter how badly it was hurting. He was so invested in proving his point, I knew that if I survived this ‘attack’, I would only be because he planned to kill me the next time.

He kept going at it until it seriously began to hurt, and I really couldn't handle it anymore. He was handling me in such a way that wouldn't let me reach my peak to climax whenever it was near. He knew my p***y like the backs of his hands already, every corner, the spots that made me moan louder than normal and he used it to his full advantage, hitting those places even harder.

He was itching to get caught at this point. He's crazy.

I tried to get away but he pulled me back, and I just started shedding tears, really loud tears.

“It hurts...” He wasn't having it. He reached for my mouth and covered it with his second hand.

“Please…please..” I begged further, looking like a hot mess, just like he wanted. My mascara all over, he finally brought me to crazy tears.

Just when I thought I might pass out, he pulled out. I'm not sure how I felt to not be impaled any longer, but my arousal was all over my legs, everywhere.

“Fine. Want my mouth sucking your wet cunt? Want me to eat you out? Hmm?”

I nodded, shamelessly, still very much in tears.

“I hope now you know I don't bluff.”

“Got it. Yes, I would really appreciate what you offered to do to me.” My legs still didn't understand that they were now out of the danger zone so they kept shaking anyway.

He walked around and appeared in front of me with a smile so charming, I almost forgot that he just ‘electrocuted’ my p***y with his fingers.

“Bold of you to think you can make choices and I will listen to you.”

But he went on his knees after making me panic. He pulled me closer and pressed his nose against my soaked folds, seemingly inhaling.

“Satisfactory.” He said to himself like I passed some mark before he spread my legs even wider and proceeded to start licking off my arousal all around my thighs.

I shuddered, losing balance but he dragged me back and licked every corner of my legs. I wanted more, so much more.

“I want your jacket off. Please.” He paused for a second and looked up, then out his suit jacket went.

“Shirt too.” I begged.

“Why? Do you feel violated? Do you feel cheap?”

Of course yes. I'm completely naked while he's clothed. I didn't respond truthfully.

“I just, I want to touch your bare shoulders.” Hell, I needed to feel him naked as he tongue-f****d me.

“No. Come here.” He resumed touching me anyway, and I could finally shut my eyes and press my breasts in hunger as he ate me out. I couldn't even stand anymore, I was barely conscious.

He licked and sucked every corner of my c**t, and it was so good, I never stopped with the tears, even when my legs buckled up as I felt my long awaited orgasm approaching.

“Cry for me, baby girl.” He demanded, but he didn't need to because I had a stream in my eyes anyway.

I cummed all over his face eventually, violently, c*m gushing and dripping everywhere and he absolutely matched the energy, licking me dry, hungrily going at it as if he hadn't eaten in days.

At this point there's no way I hadn't pulled out half of his hair as I held onto it to support myself the whole time.

I cried out, my whole body spasming. I felt recharged, like I was fully capable of killing a lion with my bare hands. I was so full of sweat, so tired, I could barely keep my eyes open.

He rose to his feet and wrapped his arms around my naked waist and just held me there, my face resting on his chest while I was trying to recover from the earth shattering orgasm.

“There we go. Still so beautiful. Ugly where? You're perfect. So perfect for daddy.”

He kissed my forehead and slowly, I was beginning to come to my senses as I looked around the room, my breathing still ragged.

I can't believe what just happened. My parents could truly walk in here at any moment. Am I f*****g insane? How did he convince me to do something so extreme?

I raised my head up to look at his face in shock, to meet his soulless eyes and sadistic grin. He was proud of himself.

I sharply pushed him away from me, and I winced in pain as I moved. He just stood with a bored expression, looking at me.

Just who is this man and what has he done to me? He awoke sides of me I suspected were in existence but I never got to let them out until now.

The crazy part is, he did it with ease like he knew the contents of my soul, like he knew exactly what that depraved, sick side of me wanted. It made me feel even more naked than I already am, super embarrassed.

It hurt to move. My p***y was on fire. He hurt me so brutally, then made things worse by eating me out like that. Now it is burning.

While I was still in the process of escaping the stupid trance he put me in, he dragged me right back to him and claimed my lips again, his hand wrapped around my throat as he fed me his tongue.

“Don't bother thinking you can escape me. You can't get away from me now. You're mine. Never forget that.” He issued a rather strong warning amid the brutal kiss and a shiver rippled through me. He injured me and sucked my blood from my lips into his mouth like a psychopath. Our breathing mirrored…ragged, dangerous, insane, mind-blowing, f**k. I suddenly didn't want it to end.

It was so good, I muttered out a ‘thank you’ once he let go of me. Sometimes I hate myself. Thank you? What?

He smiled, running his hands through my face, tucking my sweat filled strands behind my ears.

“You're always welcome, baby girl. Always.”