Daddy’s Plaything

Daddy’s Slut Forever…

Marina

The throbbing bass from the bonfire party pulsed like a second heartbeat across the dark beach.

It vibrated through the sand, mingling with the crash of waves and the desperate, drunken sounds of horny teenagers. Laughter dissolved into moans, clothes were half-torn off, c***s disappearing into wet, eager mouths or slick cunts under the flickering orange glow of firelight.

The air was thick with salt, sweat, cheap beer, and the raw, unmistakable musk of s*x.

Chase's hand was hot on my lower back, his fingers dipping low enough to graze the top of my ass crack through my tiny denim skirt. His c**k had been grinding against my thigh for the last hour—thick, insistent, leaking pre-c*m into his swim trunks while his eyes were glued to Gina.

My cousin was a vision of pure s*x goddess with her bikini top straining against her massive t**s, the n*****s hard and poking through the fabric. Her hips rolled as she danced with some guy whose hand was already shoved down her thong fingering her.

It was clear Chase wanted her badly. And couldn’t care less about me and I also didn't give a single f**k about him. Because my cunt was already throbbing for someone else.

I slipped out from under Chase's arm, murmuring some excuse he didn't even hear. The cool night air slapped my overheated skin as I wove through the crowd, past couples hidden in the shadows humping each other, past a girl on her knees sucking c**k in the open, gagging loudly as c*m splashed across her t**s.

My bare feet sank into the sand, my p***y lips swollen and slick, rubbing together with every step because I hadn’t bothered with panties.

I walked until the fire's roar faded to a distant hum, toward the far end of the beach where dunes rose like shields and the weathered beach shacks appeared. Most were boarded up tight. One wasn't, like James had said when he whispered instructions into my ears earlier.

He stood against the sagging doorframe of the open shack, arms crossed over his massive chest, black T-shirt clinging to every ridge of muscle.

Moonlight carved brutal shadows across his stubbled jaw, his eyes black pits of hunger as they locked on me. That slow, predatory smile curved his lips and made my p***y clench.

"You're late," he rumbled, voice low and dangerous.

I stopped in front of him, breathless. “I’m sorry…Daddy."

The word hung between us like a filthy promise. His eyes flashed with pure hunger, darkening like sin. In one fluid motion, he pushed off the wall, grabbed my wrist roughly, and dragged me inside.

The door slammed shut behind us, rattling the flimsy shack.

The air smelled stale, and a single bulb dangled from the roof, casting a dirty glow over the new-looking mattress pushed against the far wall and the thick coils of rope lying on it.

James wasted no time and spun me around, slamming my chest against the rough wall. He pinned me there with the full weight of his body. His hard erection grinding against my ass.

I gasped, palms flattening on the wood.

"Hands over your head, baby girl," he growled, breath hot against my ear.

I obeyed instantly, a desperate whimper escaping my lips. My body was his to command and used in whatever way he wanted.

He wrapped the rope around my wrists, tightly looping it three times and knotting it. He yanked the loose end up, forcing my arms high, and tied it to a rusted hook hammered into the wall.

My arms strained, back arching painfully, and the burn made me moan. My t**s were thrust forward, grazing the wall, my ass pushed out, and my legs spread just enough to expose my dripping p***y to the stale air.

James stepped back. I could feel his gaze like a physical touch, raking over me in admiration.

My bikini top was two black triangles barely covering my hard n*****s, tied with flimsy strings.

He reached around, fingers rough, and yanked both bows in one savage pull. The fabric fluttered to the floor. My t**s spilled free, n*****s aching. He pinched one hard, twisting it viciously until I cried out, then the other, rolling it between fingers until tears pricked my eyes.

"Stay still for Daddy," he growled, voice thick with lust. "Or I'll make this hurt worse."

Hooking his fingers into the band of my skirt, he shoved it down in one rough motion, leaving it tangling around my knees. Cool air hit my soaked p***y. I'd been wet since the party started, dripping in anticipation of what he would do to me.

James dropped to his knees behind me.

Big hands gripped my ass cheeks, spreading them wide, as he buried his face.

In one long, filthy drag, his hot tongue swiped from my swollen c**t all the way up to my puckered asshole.

I jerked, the rope creaking, a shocked gasp tearing from my throat.

“f**k—oh God.”

He did it again. Slower. Flatter. Lapping at me like I was his favorite meal, tongue delving into my folds, scooping up my creamy wetness and swallowing it down in one slurp.

“Mmmm. Yes, Daddy.”