DADDY'S LITTLE SLUT

CHAPTER 10

We barely made it to his bedroom before he kicked the door shut and locked it.

Marcus grabbed me by the waist, spun me around, and shoved me hard onto his bed. I bounced once on the mattress. Before I could sit up he was on me—kneeling between my thighs, fists clenched in the thin fabric of my sundress. He ripped it straight down the middle with one violent pull. The sound of tearing cloth filled the room. Cool air hit my bare t**s and my still-messy cunt. He yanked the ruined dress the rest of the way off and threw it to the floor.

Then he grabbed my ankles, yanked my legs wide open until my hips burned, and stared down at my swollen, c*m-slick p***y like he hated how much he wanted it.

“You filthy little slut,” he growled. “You think you can give what’s mine to some random asshole in my own pool?”

His open hand came down hard across my cunt.

The sharp, wet slap echoed. Pain and heat exploded across my c**t. I cried out, back arching.

“Daddy—! It hurts—”

He slapped me again, right on the same spot, harder. My c**t throbbed under the sting. Fresh wetness spilled out of me onto his sheets.

“This p***y,” he snarled, landing another stinging slap directly on my c**t, “this little cunt—everything—is mine to take. You’re not allowed to give it to anyone else. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy—please—”

He stood just long enough to yank his belt free from his jeans. The leather hissed as it came out of the loops. He folded it in half, the thick strap hanging from his fist, and looked down at my spread, trembling legs.

“Count them.”

The first strike of the belt landed across my open cunt with a filthy, wet crack. Fire raced through my c**t and lips. I sobbed.

“One—!”

He hit me again, lower, catching the sensitive underside of my p***y and the top of my ass. My hips jerked.

“Two—Daddy—f**k—”

A third, harder, right across my swollen c**t. Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes. My cunt clenched around nothing, dripping onto the bed.

“Three—”

He dropped the belt, shoved two thick fingers into me without warning, and pumped them hard while his other hand kept slapping my c**t in short, vicious smacks.

“Look at you,” he muttered, voice dark with lust and anger. “Getting wetter every time I hurt this greedy little hole. You like being punished for being a slut, don’t you?”

“Yes—yes, Daddy, I like it—I’m sorry I let him f**k me—please don’t stop—”

He pulled his fingers out, shiny with my mess, and wiped them across my mouth. I sucked them clean without being told. Then he shoved his jeans and boxers down, freed that thick, heavy c**k, and rubbed the swollen head up and down my burning, belt-striped cunt.

“Beg me to take it back.”

“Please, Daddy—take your p***y back—f**k me—ruin me—make it so I only feel you—”

He slammed in to the hilt in one brutal thrust. The stretch burned on top of the stinging skin. I screamed into his pillow. He didn’t give me time to adjust—he just started pounding me, deep and merciless, hips slapping against my welted cunt, the wet filthy sounds of him using me filling the room.

“Who does this cunt belong to?” he demanded, hand wrapping around my throat.

“You—only you, Daddy—”

“Who gets to fill it?”

“You—only you—”

He f****d me harder, angling up so every thrust dragged across my sore c**t. The pain mixed with sharp, overwhelming pleasure until I was sobbing and pushing back onto him, begging for more. He leaned down, bit my n****e hard enough to leave another mark, and kept railing me like he was trying to carve his name into my guts.

“You’re going to that club tomorrow night with my c*m plugged deep inside you,” he growled against my ear. “And if any of those boys touch you, you’re going to remember how this felt—my belt on your cunt, my c**k owning it—and you’re going to come straight home and let me punish you all over again.”

“Yes, Daddy—I’ll be good—I’ll only be your slut—”

He pulled out suddenly, flipped me onto my stomach, yanked my hips up, and drove back into me from behind even deeper. One hand fisted in my hair, the other reached under and rubbed my abused c**t in rough circles while he f****d me like an animal.

I came hard, screaming into the sheets, cunt spasming around him so tightly he cursed. He didn’t stop. He kept pounding me through it, chasing his own release, until he buried himself to the root and flooded me with another thick, heavy load, groaning my name like a curse.

Even after he finished he stayed inside me, grinding slow, making sure every drop stayed deep.

“Mine,” he muttered against the back of my neck, voice still rough. “This filthy little cunt is mine.”

I was shaking, sore, dripping, and so full I could barely think.

And I already couldn’t wait for him to prove it again.