Call Me Daddy

Corny

Amelia's POV

The room spun. I believed him. Somehow I knew he had the ability to make me lose my voice totally, forever.

He rose and soon stepped away, leaving me in the midst of that torture, in a pool of my own arousal, literally, then I saw him bend a bit from my peripheral vision, reaching for his pants.

I heard the sound of a belt sliding out of his pants, then I felt him stand behind me again, running his hands across my ass ever so sensually.

“Your ass is so tiny and smooth. Not fair.” He whispered to my hearing.

No. I soon realized what he was about to do. Then he sent the first hit across my cheeks before I could process it, shocking me. He flogged me with a belt, causing me to spasm in pain as I let out a high pitched cry.

“Dane!”

He put me back in place so fast like an asshole, like I was supposed to kneel there and take it, my ass hopelessly hanging as he went in for another lash.

I swallowed as it hit me, easing right into it, trying to be worthy of him.

Punishment from him felt good, felt right. It was beginning to feel…amazing. The high, the adrenaline, it was intoxicating. I'm sick. I'm just like him. I'm no better than him.

“Impatient girls get punished. They get hurt. They take it the hard way, and they love it.” I nodded my head in agreement as my vision blurred. My brain was tricking me the whole time that I was in heaven, but my body was really going through pain from this sadistic monster above me.

“Say you love it.” He ordered, the dark room making him sound more menacing. He was right when he laughed at me for getting comfortable. I should've ran back home.

“I love it.” I breathed out, receiving lash after lash after lash. I really, really did. The afterburn, it made me so wet, to want to press my thighs together and wait to be thoroughly f****d. I could possibly get any wetter than this.

“Say it louder!” He roared, and I obeyed. He soon got rid of his belt. At this point he's lashed me about seven times, and I just knew I couldn't sit on my butt, so tell me why I was mad he stopped?

I breathed hard, wanting more.

“What would you do for a treat?” He asked, his voice softer, rubbing his hands all over my ass softly as if he was trying to soothe the pain. I spoke too soon. Yeah right. This man clearly fed off pain, and I've become his latest prey.

“Anything. Anything.” I couldn't even recognize myself at this point.

“Yeah?” Then I felt his hand land on my cheeks, a merciless spank. I hopelessly let out a moan. He spanked me again, and again and again. I couldn't see him, and it made everything even hotter, more sick, more sinful, more dangerous and toxic. I loved it. I never wanted it to end.

I kept taking it until he started feeling pity for me, all by himself. I knew I definitely looked crazy at this point. I felt the need to serve him until the very end and I wasn't going to stop until he was very much satisfied. He's already ruined my life by introducing me to sadistic degradation, he should have it to the last.

“Are you tired? Want me to stop?”

I shook my head.

“You can take five more? Are you sure?”

I nodded my head.

He spanked me twice and stopped.

“That's enough. You're barely ready for the rest.”

“Rest?” I raised my brows in shock. What rest? He ignored me.

“How many was that in total?”

“Fifteen.” I replied. Yes I was counting.

“You think you're a strong girl, yes? You think you can handle me, correct?” I nodded my head as he stepped beside me and dropped to the bed.

I nodded as he pulled me up from my knees and had me stand right in front of him, my hands still bound to handcuffs.

“Let's see how strong you are by the time I'm done taking you fifteen times.”

“Wait, what—” I was suddenly pushed into his bed and he immediately caged me in, spreading my legs and getting in between. I couldn't really make out his figure in the dark so well but at least I could see his evil eyes. My breath quickened, my chest rising and falling as he towered above me.

Words couldn't explain the sting as my bare ass rubbed the bed while he dragged me.

All of a sudden, the roof opened. In fact I don't know what happened, at this point I felt so exhausted so something definitely opened up above us like the ceiling and a small television appeared. All I heard was a female voice, an audio of some sort, sounding automated and robotic, like it had been altered to sound like that.

“Hey, you, do you still not get it? Does it hurt? Your ass, I mean. Is this what you were looking forward to when you signed that consent form? Probably not, but it's your new reality. If you're listening, it's because you're in handcuffs, and he's about to f**k you mercilessly, as many times as you took the spankings because you wanted to prove a point that you're just like him, but you're not…”

“Dane–” I whispered, widening my eyes. What the hell was going on? How many women had he done this to? Was this some sort of cage?

He hastily put a hand over my mouth, ordering me to shut up. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn't this.

The audio kept rolling.

“Dane Wright. A beast. An unconfirmed sadist. A crazy psychopath. A numb, depraved bastard. He gives, but he takes, and he takes in a thousand folds. He's never fair. He never stops once he begins, and he can't tell any rights from wrongs once he gets pushed to his limits and acts before the right time. If you're here, it's because you're his new fixation, and he will only leave you ruined by the time he's done with you. He must've warned you, but you never listened. Ask him where his previous partners are.”

It felt too tight, too hard to breathe. My lungs constricted. What was this about? Some self appreciation at the expense of others' ritual?

“Where's Dakota?” I whispered against his hands. He heard and glared at me.

“I never f****d her. Good to know you're already jealous.” Gosh, I weakened as he smiled in an amusing manner. He's such a beautiful man.

“What is this about?” He removed his hands from my lips.

“What? Scared yet?”

I couldn't feel my legs, I didn't feel like I was existing in my body. Scared was an understatement. Dane just stared at my eyes the whole time and I just wanted to run away.

I nodded my head truthfully.

“He's the perfect definition of manipulation. He will make you do things you've never thought of doing and you'll find yourself asking how and why. He will feed on you without remorse and conscience..”

I knew. It was already happening. I've asked myself about two times how I ended up letting him do whatever he wanted to me, especially in my parents room, so this wasn't news.

The television went back in and the ceiling closed. Dane looked down at me. Yeah, he definitely wanted me to be scared. That's too bad for him then.

“That was really corny of you. I'm certainly not impressed, but I am absolutely scared.”

“As long as you're scared, that's fine with me. We'll deal with the impressive part later.”

Finally, It was happening. I shut my eyes as I felt him unbutton my shirt buttons. He didn't take it off completely, but I was still very naked, top to bottom.

All I could think about was the fact that having a huge man like this towering over me in this darkness didn't bother me for the first time ever.

Then he did the last thing I expected. With my eyes still closed shut, he rammed into me in one go with a frustrated groan.