The Snake and the Butterfly (12.5/?)
Fandom: ex-ghost/ghost/tid/mcc/priest
Rating: R
Disclaimer: standard
Notes: :D
Warnings: rough sex
You normally didn't care much for her to not behave a certain way...but honestly last night had been fucking amazing granted the fact that it had been entirely over video. It certainly wasn't the same as being there, being inside her but it had still done just fine considering you weren't entirely sure her parents-particularly her father-were heavy sleepers and so you hadn't chanced trying to sneak in. It had been tempting though...especially when she was laying with her legs apart...she'd made sure you could see every. fucking. thing. You'd held strong though and stayed put. Tonight was going to be a real test though...for what you had planned you'd either need to make sure she didn't make much noise or pray that her mom and dad were heavy sleepers because you knew that she was loud...and the supposed funishment you were planning was going to make her scream by the end of it. You put your hand over your face and sigh, you hadn't been able to sleep much from a mix of having the image of her-hand between her legs and her legs spread-and the thought of what else you were going to do, you had a very definite plan.
You two had talked for about a half hour after everything was said and done, and while you hoped that it had helped her get relaxed enough to sleep you were left with a wealth of thoughts in your head that made it nearly impossible. They ranged from dirty and perverted to wondering what the plan was for the week in general, you hadn't really anticipated staying the full week though, you had counted on her parents hating you enough that they didn't want you there. Her mom seemed ok enough, could definitely tell where she got her looks from in that department for sure because even though her mom had to be either pushing 50 or maybe a bit older she was still looking good for her age.The only thing that was really off was that she was walking around buzzed a lot, you were no stranger to alcohol making things better and so you recognized pretty quickly just how much she was like that. Then there was her dad...the positives were that he was protective of his daughter-which you could understand-and that he wanted her to do the best she could at everything...the negatives were that he seemed a tad emotionless and you knew that sometimes he didn't speak very respectfully towards O. Hell you've called her all sorts of things-but they'd been in the heat of a good and rough fuck-which was a bit different, you remember phone calls and stories she's told you though, it wasn't uncommon for him to imply that she wasn't too smart when it came to certain decisions. You had a feeling that her father wasn't terribly gifted academically, not to say that he was dumb but that maybe he didn't understand just how smart she was, she'd made some bad decisions in her teen years but who hadn't. Of course her dad knew nothing of those decisions...and you weren't going to say anything.
You stare at the ceiling as you watch the room slowly start to brighten up, you have barely slept at all and now you can start to hear the sounds of the household waking up. You hear her parents get up and go about their morning routine and by the time you manage to get bored enough to check your phone you decide to send Ophelia a text like you normally did in the morning. You check to see what the weather is supposed to be like before you start the message, its simple...you say good morning and tell her that you'll be happy to see wear something that shows off her ass but to make sure she won't freeze it off. You know that she knows what you like and what you don't like and you trust her to make the right choices so that she keeps your order and also keeps things appropriate for her parents. You send it before sighing heavily and managing to drag yourself out of bed before tossing the covers back up over so it looked like you put some effort into making it, you don't have to search too hard for clothes because a majority of what you wear outside of work is a steady combo of band shirts and jeans which are both comfortable and shouldn't cause too much issue. You pull your pants up and hear your phone go off so you look at the message that was sent back...you see it is a video and so you open it and instantly regret it as you're met with a video of her making a very nice show of pulling on her panties. It's not a long video but it's enough to make you feel a pesky stirring in your pants...at the rate she's going she's going to have the brat fucked out of her tonight...and maybe that's what she wants really. Maybe she's telling you you've been a bit too lax with her and she needs to be put back in her place...which you would gladly do of course. You admit that you aren't terribly strict...you have a handful of rules and everything else is simply on a at the time basis, she follows your rules well enough and you'd not had a reason to really punish her...though this would be good grounds for it. The look on her face last night was almost challenging and you weren't about to let her go easily for that...you guessed that you would see how the day played out and go from there...either way she was going to get it tonight.
You put your phone in your pocket and head out the door before peeking down the hall quickly before meandering your way to the kitchen from what memory you had from yesterday. When you get there you immediately start your search for coffee...you find it very hard to believe that her parents wouldn't drink it in the morning so after a few minutes of opening and closing random drawers and cabinets you find what you're looking for and go about getting some ready. Her mom is the first one to wander into the kitchen and she looks surprised to see you standing there so you give her a small wave and step aside so that she can see what you're doing before she gives you a small nod and sets about her own morning routine, which is apparently making breakfast. You both keep to yourselves at first, not really paying attention to what the other is doing but after a few minutes, the coffee is ready and you go about searching for cups-which she helpfully tells you where they are-and getting down a few of them. You pour two and hand her one which she takes with a thankful smile, before getting things ready.
"Thank you dear...not often I have company in the mornings."
You lean against the counter a little and take a slow drink before you cock your head at her. "But you're actually seem like you don't want to kill people in the morning..."
She laughs but doesn't turn around. "I've always been a morning person I guess. Ophelia used to be too when she was little, would always help me."
You let out a hum before taking another drink...you can feel yourself waking up more. It's not hard to imagine a young O helping her mom and it makes you smile but you aren't sure why. "I bet she was an excellent helper."
"Oh she was...always curious about what I was doing or what I was making...she burnt herself once on the stove actually because she wasn't paying attention." She shakes her head. "Didn't even notice until I said something to her."
"Must have had a high pain tolerance...godda-" You stop yourself. "Sorry."
"Sweetheart I don't expect you to censor yourself on our account. We're all adults here." You watch her walk over to a high cabinet and pull down a bottle of bourbon before uncapping it and dumping a fair amount into her cup, she puts it back away before she turns around and drinks it...she's looking at you with a strange expression. "I hope you don't mind me calling you that...old habits die hard I guess."
"Call me whatever you want..." You eye her coffee and debate for a few seconds before you speak. "Mind if I get in a bit of that?"
She chuckles before she moves aside. "Help yourself."
"That's a dangerous phrase."
"Bit of an alcoholic are we?"
"Not since I've been with your daughter...haven't drank much at all now that I think about it." You pull down the bottle before you put in some, definitely not as much as her mother did, and put it back up in the cabinet and standing there for a few seconds.
"So you would say that she's been a positive in your life then." She turns around and starts to actually mix ingredients.
"Yeah." You drink some of your coffee and let out a small hiss at the kick it has. "More than I think she knows."
"It's nice to know."
You nod but don't answer, rather you decide to busy yourself with helping her until Ophelia walks into the kitchen fully dressed and seems surprised that you are there for a few seconds. She's followed your directions but there was something about the way she was moving and acting already this morning that made you eye her in a not so subtle way. She meets your gaze and lifts the corner of her mouth into a sly smirk before she goes over to her mom to ask if she needs help. It takes a lot of willpower to not walk up to her and spank her ass right there but you resist the urge and focus on your coffee and getting some of the dishes down and ready to go.
In less than an hour all of you are sitting at the table and the mood is just short of uneasy. Her dad keeps glancing at you but not saying anything and it's getting on your nerves a bit, you understand that he isn't fond of you thus far but you felt like his stares were a bit rude. Ophelia and her mom are the only ones really talking, with you interjecting when you're asked a question...but otherwise you are silent. You take the time while you are eating to take in what she's put on for the day and you can't deny that it definitely showed off more than just her ass. She has on simple black leggings that you swear are painted on because there was no humanly way possible to get into them otherwise...and the only thing that covered all those delicious curves was a loose long sleeved top that was gathered just under her chest...which drew your attention to just how perfect her breasts looked at that moment. She is purposely wearing things that show her body off without being too overt about it and while you fucking love it, you know that she's doing it to get back at you for the weeks before when you denied her. She was acting out-albeit playfully-and a large part of you wanted to play along if for no other reason than you wanted to be 'furious' later. She's sitting next to you while her Mom is across from her and her dad is siting across from you...and before you really think it through...you have your hand on her leg under the table, which she manages to ignore at first until you start to slide it upwards.
You feel her tense up a little when you're hand gets close to her center but she does a fantastic job of hiding it as neither of her parents are th wiser to what is going on under their table. You leans your arm on the table while her mom keeps talking to her, you're pretending to listen as you press your fingers up against her through her leggings and you feel her press her legs together around your hand. You rub your hand over her slowly feeling her legs spasm just slightly before she lets out a small sound that she covers with a loud cough, you pull your hand away from her quickly as she stands up and excuses herself, giving you a look as she leaves. You wait a few minutes before excusing yourself on the pretense of using the bathroom but as soon as you are out of their sight you start a search for O...you aren't letting her get away completely today. You see her standing in the hallway by her room, completely oblivious to your presence until you put your hand over her mouth and pull her back against you, you take your hand away once the surprise is over and drop it down to her hips. You push your hips against her hard enough that she lets out a surprised gasp.
"Being a tease is going to get you in trouble little girl."
She's not fighting you at all but she does press her backside up against you and it makes you put your face against her shoulder and give her a small bite through her shirt. "Just a little revenge Daddy."
"Little fucking brat..." You bring a hand up and wrap it around her throat tight enough that it gets your point across. "I fucking look forward to putting princess back in her goddamn place."
You feel the shiver that runs up her spine at your words and it's very hard to not smile at it, you hear the sound of chairs scraping the floor before you let her go, not before hooking your finger into the necklace and giving it a fairly sharp tug, like you were reminding her, before you head back the way you came.
A majority of your morning is actually spent trying to come up with lectures for when the break is over, and her mother-being the nice woman that she was-let you use the kitchen in silence while you did it. You'd had no idea that her mom had been a science teacher and suddenly some of the smaller things started to make sense. You definitely understood the drinking. You had your head in your hand with a slightly annoyed look on your face you were sure, you were having trouble concentrating which was probably because you weren't blazed out of your head while doing it, and you didn't seen a way to do it either. You let out a sigh before you hear O and her mom come into the kitchen quietly and after a few seconds you look at them with raised brows, they are both looking like they wanted to ask something so you oblige them.
"Ok...I'll bite...what's up?"
"Mom needs to go pick up a few things...but we need help getting them into the truck..."
Her mom chimes in a few seconds later, sounding almost embarrassed to be asking this of you. "David's back isn't what it used to be...but he's stubborn."
"We don't want him to hurt himself.."
"I'm not sure how much I'll be able to help but..." You see O give you a look...she's seen some of the questionable things you and Simon have moved around or managed to lift, you give her the look back shortly before asking what exactly it is that needs picked up.
"We need to move some boxes out of storage...and if we can manage it I'd like to get the shelf here so I can put it in here."
"Ok...none of that sounds too difficult to handle..."
Her mom looks delighted at the news and leaves the room pulling O with her but you catch a slight wandering look before she's completely gone and it makes you shake your head as you shuffle your papers into your bag and get up, you doubt anyone will raise a fuss about your bag sitting there while your gone and you'll get it when you come back.
As it turns out, the storage facility her mom was talking about was a solid twenty minutes from their house...and that didn't include traffic or how much time was spent at the actual storage unit. Her mom hadn't been lying when she said that the boxes they'd wanted were heavy...even you had to struggle a bit to lift them high enough to slide into the truck bed so you were sure that there was no way that either of them could have lifted them by themselves and even a little doubtful that her dad would have been able to if his back was as bad as you were hearing. The real issue came when the shelf that her mom wanted came into view...it was solid and the only real way you saw of getting it out was to slide it straight out or to walk it. Then there was the other copious amounts of bullshit that that was surrounding it...nothing heavy or hard to move but sill a little annoying. You were thankful that Ophelia was there because she made the process go a lot faster than if you'd have been doing it yourself and you weren't about to ask her mom for help, after she helps you clear a path to the truck you tell her to just guide the shelf in the general direction of where the bed is and that if it starts to go to just move and let it. You see her nod before you let out a heavy sigh and start to lift it up, one side then the other until you can get it to start walking forward slowly...she only has to guide you a few times to avoid running into things before you come to the edge of the cement pad where the unit is, she turns around and tells you to let it lean on her while you get it off the lip and you can't help but look at her. She gives you strange look though, you hesitate.
"Are you sure you can hold it up?"
"Don't worry Linton...I can keep it up."
You see the amusement in her eyes and its hard to keep a straight face...her mom seems to not be catching the innuendo at all as she chimes in with how strong her daughter is despite her looks...and it makes it all the harder. You slowly lean it forward and sure enough she simply leans against it with her whole body only struggling a tiny bit to keep it where it is...its humorous to see such a small girl hold up such a tall shelf but you acknowledge that she won't be able to hold it up forever so you maneuver it over the lip of the unit before lifting it off her. After some cursing and apologizing...and some help from Ophelia in lifting the end and pushing it into the bed...you hear her mom lock up the unit before helping you tie everything down so it won't move, you all finally climb into the truck and head back to the house having spend at the least a few hours there.
When it's all said and done, you and O manage to get everything in the house and after getting it settled you watch her practically collapse onto the couch, you don't really hesitate to follow her and when you sit down heavily she moves so that she has her head against your leg. It's innocent enough really...after all you wouldn't expect her to kneel by your feet at her parents' house, but after a few minutes of relative silence you feel her shift and bring her hand up your leg. She turns just slightly and you put your head against the back of the couch when you feel her press her face into you through your pants, you put your hand through her hair and grip it tight enough that you can pull her head away.
"You're really asking for it aren't you."
"Maybe...all this talk but no action Daddy..."
You lean over her and pull her hair back a little so that she's looking at you. "Do you need to be reminded of what your place is?"
She looks at you for a long moment before she shrugs despite the fact you have her by the hair. "I must...those weeks that you teased me so badly...maybe I got it in my head that you aren't as in control as you think."
You watch her eyes...you can see that while her words are out of line her intention isn't. She knows that even though this is technically something you aren't a fan of...it's doing a fine job of getting you riled up...that she is getting you riled up. She wants you to let loose on her but you have your own plans...and she'd get what she wanted after yo ugot what you wanted. "I guess I'm just going to have to teach you a lesson then aren't I...one you aren't going to forget for a long time."
You can feel the tremble in her back and it makes your mouth curl into a slightly devious smile. "But it feels like you want that don't you."
She doesn't get a chance to answer when you hear footsteps coming down through the kitchen, you let go of her hair and she rights herself so that she is laying on your leg innocently again...like the whole exchange never happened as her dad walks in to sit in his chair. He pauses when he sees you two and gives his daughter a slightly disapproving look before she sits upright and apologizes, he doesn't look at you but you can tell that he's not impressed as usual. The funny thing was that you were here to meet them...you wanted to give a good impression...but you were by no means trying to impress either of them, her dad could hate your guts and you'd be ok with that as long as he respected you the same that you were showing him.
There is silence for a good long time before Ophelia speaks up, you glance at her and can tell by the way she's sitting that she's worked up, it's very hard not to smirk at the fact.
"Daddy?"
Even harder not to answer her when she says that either.
Her dad looks up from his book with a raised brow but doesn't answer.
"Do you and mom still go out on Sundays?"
"Of course...30 some years of marriage and I've not once ever not taken your mom on a drive." He gets a peculiar look on his face. "Why?"
She shrugs and gives him a smile that only a daughter could give her dad. "I was just curious...I know that mom likes the time alone with you."
He keeps looking at her like he's trying to see what she's getting at, and admittedly you are also looking at her like that. "Ophelia Grace don't you lie to my face."
"I'm not..."
"What else are you wanting to say then."
"I just wanted to see what was happening tonight was all..I thought that if you and mom were going to be out anyway...Linton and I could spend some time together too."
He looks between the two of you but his face is rather unreadable. "If you two can behave I suppose."
"Have we misbehaved since we've been here?"
"The week is young..."
"Dad..."
"If you can promise me that you both will behave then I don't see an issue with it." He looks right at you when he says it and while your face is the picture of stoic inside you're wondering what the hell it's about and why he seemed so insistent on eyeing you.
"Was just planning to relax out here...nothing fishy sir."
"Thats good to hear..." You still don't feel like he's totally convinced though.
The afternoon drags on for what feels like hours, and when it finally gets to be after dinner you help O and her mom clean up a little. Your mind has been somewhere else entirely for the last hour or so because while you'd said you'd pick up your bag with all your papers in it when you got back...you hadn't, as a matter of fact you'd forgotten about it entirely until it was time to start putting things on the table...and your bag wasn't there. While there was nothing terribly useful or of value in it, it was not something that you took lightly on loosing, books were fucking expensive and there was a lot of work in the form of lectures and mock tests that you'd managed to get done in the weeks before the break...because it wasn't like you were distracted by the act of fucking the ever living hell out of O. It annoyed you that you couldn't find it and somewhere deep in yourself you hear your dad's voice saying that you should have put it away before you left in the first place. You'd like to think that the only person that had been home had enough respect for you to not go through your stuff and maybe had just picked it up and tossed it in the guest room, and after you'd helped them clean up you'd gone to look if it was there. You turned the light on and saw it sitting on the bed but you already had a strange feeling about it, you walk over and dump everything on the bed...moving papers around, checking books and such. You'd been keeping your wallet in there for a few days now and so you open it up to find everything still there and at first you don't think much on it...but after a few seconds you realize that the order you usually have your cards in has been messed up. It was a strange thing to notice really but you had an order to you wallet that kept things flowing smoothly when you needed to be in a hurry. You had your drivers license and residence card in the same slot usually...with the license on top since that was more likely to be looked at than your green card...but they were now in separate slots altogether and you aren't sure how to feel about it. You feel a little pissed off really but you let it go and fix the order of your wallet before putting it in your pocket and shoveling everything back into your bag, tossing it on the floor by the closet.
When you come back out you see O sitting on the couch flipping through channels but not really staying on one long enough to know if she'd watch it or not...she's wasting time and you can't blame her, so you settle next to her trying to clear your mind of what you'd noticed earlier. She has herself cocooned into a blanket and when she notices you sitting there she flops over onto your lap and keeps flipping, You hear her parents talking quietly as they come out of the kitchen and they tell you that they'll be gone for a few hours...and her dad makes sure to give you a look when you lean your head back over the couch to look at them. You get the feeling that he knows something that you don't but you have no clue what he'd know. Once you hear the door shut...you wait for the sound of the truck to die down as they get further away, you look down at Ophelia who isn't flipping through channels anymore, she's laying still with her head against your leg almost like she was in a trance. It doesn't last though, she turns her head and looks up at you for a few seconds before she makes a move to try and get at you through your pants again, this time though you stop her.You hold her in place pretty easily before you raise a brow at her.
"What's with the blanket."
"Was waiting on them to leave.
You use your free hand to find the edge of the blanket before you all but rip it off of her and god help you when you did, you weren't sure if you've ever seen shorts as short as she wore them...they barely cover her ass at all and you can see just the top of her tattoo rising up over her waist. You could tell that her shirt was something that was old, it was a little holey and had been modified several times, and you can't help your curiosity even though you aren't sure you'll make it to the answer. "What...is up with this shirt?"
The neck had been ripped into a slight v and the sleeves were missing entirely, you watch her shrug a little. "remember when I told you I was in cheer for a short time..." You nod. "What do you think I wore? I mean...it covered me a bit more then than it does now..."
She gets that damned sly look on her face before she gets up and makes a very obvious show of picking up some things off the floor and tossing them on the table beside the couch, you can feel yourself slipping a bit but part of it is because you know what she's doing...she's asking for it. When she bends over to pick up the blanket you're done and before she has a chance to react you wrap her hair around your fist an tell her to get on all fours, which she does almost immediately. You give her hair a light tug and stand up before you lead her through the house by her hair, but she doesn't try to resist you either.She does however crawl in a deliberate way that makes her hips sway enough to get your attention.
You lead her to the wall in the hall and tell her to put her head against the wall and stay that way while you go into the guest room to gather a few things, you'd planned on fucking her raw in her bedroom anyhow but this was adding to it...you were equal parts a little annoyed at her disobedience over the last couple of days but also very fucking turned on by it...you hated bratting so much though...but when she did it it made you want to punish her...and then do unspeakable things to her. When you come back out she is still in the same position you told her to stay in and part of you is pleased with it, you wrap your hand in her hair again and tell her to follow...you lead her down the hall past her parents' bedroom and into her own. You toss what you'd grabbed onto the bed before tugging on her hair so that she looks up at you, her eyes tell you everything that you need to know before you even say a thing.
"Kneel and look at me."
She does as you say and when she's holding your gaze you let a small smirk play over your face before you reach down and take off her necklace, putting it aside for the time being and putting on her collar, making sure that it's just a tad tighter than you usually have it but not so tight she can't breathe. You hook your finger into the ring in the front and give her a hard jerk so that she's up on her knees with her chin against you, her hands are on your legs and you give her a look.
"So you want to act like a fucking brat little girl?"
She doesn't answer, and when you go to pull her collar again she resists you-albeit playfully-so you reach down and grab a handful of her hair forcing her to sit still.
"I'll treat you like a fucking brat then."
You pull her up to stand before leading her over to her bed and pushing her lightly down onto it, once again she resists you and it strikes a chord in you, before you can stop it you flip her over onto her stomach and sit over her back with your hands holding her arms behind her. You hear an unmistakeable quiet moan come out of her mouth when you have her immobilized.
"You've been such a fucking bad little girl the last few days...teasing Daddy like that. I'm going to spank your ass raw for being a fucking tease." You lean down over her so that your mouth is close to her ear. "And then i'll fucking remind you who you belong to babygirl."
You lean back again and undo your belt letting it slide through the loops slowly...you want her to hear it and from the shiver that runs down her back you know that she does, you climb off her before pulling her arms out in front of her and binding her hands with your belt before looping it through her headboard and pulling it so that she is forced to keep her arms straight and secure it tightly, you give it a few hard tugs and smile with approval when it doesn't budge. You walk to the other sdie of the bed and grab the spare belt you had brought with you and make a loop with it before you snap it loudly a few times if for no other reason tahn to see her shiver again.
"Should I go easy on you babygirl?" You drag the belt over the bare skin of her legs waiting for her reply.
"no..."
You bring the belt down over her clothed ass hard enough that she lets out a squeak. "No what."
"No Daddy..."
"Why shouldn't I? I want to hear you say it."
"I've been bad Daddy...I need to be punished..."
You hook your fingers into the waist of her shorts and pull them down so that her backend is exposed to you.
"You want to be punished babygirl?"
"Yes Daddy."
"Beg for it then."
"Please...straighten me out Sir...I need it..." Her voice comes out a bit shaky and it's very hard to keep yourself indifferent sounding.
"Twenty sounds like a good number for you...with how bratty you've been...make sure you keep count babygirl."
You start off rather easy...after all you were only punishing her slightly and every time your belt makes contact with her skin you hear her let out a squeak before she tells you the number you're on. When you get halfway you start to bring your arm down a bit harder and you can see her legs tremble and her voice crack ...you know this isn't anything compared to what she'd shown you that she could handle, but you still keep things fairly controlled, you wanted to loose your restraint a different way. She doesn't have the reaction you expect her too though, she's been fairly quiet throughout the whole ordeal and only on the last few strikes does she make much audible noise...and even then she lets out quiet moans that you don't expect. You put your belt down and bring both your hands up her legs to her ass which is bright red and very sore from the sharp gasp that you hear but it makes you smile slowly as you run your fingers over the obvious welts that the last half of your punishment had left on her.
"What did you learn babygirl." You squeeze her skin firmly and watch her hands grip your belt tightly and you don't have to see her face to know that she's biting her lip.
"Don't tease..."
You slap her already angry skin lightly.
"Don't tease Sir!"
"Are we going to have a problem with you remembering to answer me correctly?"
"No Sir."
"Good..."
"Thank you Sir."
You go back to tracing the welts before you stand up and pull her shorts down her legs, tossing them onto the bed and giving her an appreciative sound...you push her legs apart and let one of your hands wander between them. You run your fingers over her slowly, teasing her with just enough pressure to let her know that you're there and she tries to push her hips against your hand which makes you chuckle at it.
"Do you have any idea what you've gotten yourself into babygirl?" You bring both of your hands against her skin and spread her open so that you can see everything, you hear her let out a shaky moan and put her head against her arms. "This is what happens when you start something...you have to finish it, but best believe little girl I am far from done with you."
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Pain had never been a turn on for you, even Linton couldn't make the thought of pain attractive to you but there you were and there had been something about sting of his belt combined with..you weren't even sure what exactly that had made you let out moans instead of cries. You wanted him to stop but you also wanted him to keep going. There was something in the way that he touched your skin that made you love the burning pain that his hands caused, and right up until you felt him slide his fingers over you and spread you apart so that he could see you in the most intimate way anyone possibly could see you...you'd been able to keep your composure, but that was it for you and it took everything in you to not fucking beg him right there and then. You knew he wouldn't anyway. You were completely at his mercy and while you'd been restrained before...this was a new feeling. The only thing you could do was use your safeword and you highly doubted that you'd use it, he had a way with you that when he pushed you into territory you weren't comfortable with you never seemed to mind. He took what he wanted from you...but you were always willing to give it to him or you wouldn't have let him tie you to your headboard. You feel him pull away from you for a few seconds, you turn your head in an attempt to see behind you but the way you're laying makes it difficult if not impossible to see where he is, you give up and put your head back against your arms trying to accept your fate as it comes. He doesn't keep you waiting too long though when you feel his hands on your ass again, spreading you open again, you can't help the loud moan that pushes itself out of your mouth when you feel his tongue push into you suddenly. He gives you a long lick before he chuckles and rubs his hands over your thighs.
"You certainly taste ready babygirl."
His words send delicious shocks down between your legs before he's standing up and dragging his hand up your back until he comes to your head, he runs his hand through your hair and undoes his belt from the headboard. He turns you over and pulls you into a sitting position and its then that you can clearly see just how turned on he is, he notices your gaze's direction and cuts through your thoughts.
"See what you did?"
You let your eyes slide up from his pants to his face and you can feel a deep flush spread over your cheeks. "Yes Daddy..."
"Be a good girl and suck it."
He's half on the bed, one foot on the ground while his other knee is on the bed, you move so that you are sitting between his legs and push your face against him through his pants. You bring your hands up and undo his pants, putting your mouth over he outline of his cock before you pull his zipper down and push his pants down off his hips far enough that he spring out and you don't waste much time before you take him into your mouth.
Over the last few years you'd learned a lot...one thing in particular was being able to take him all in. He wasn't exactly small and sometimes you had to wonder after it was all said and done how the hell you managed to do it, you figured part of it was because you enjoyed it. You enjoyed feeling him in your mouth, against your tongue...you enjoyed feeling his hands in your hair and when you were turned on enough you enjoyed when he all but fucked your throat. You have your hands held up against your chest as you move your head back and forth on him, letting your tongue slide up the underside of his cock each time you pulled away, with how he'd been tonight already you knew that the chances of him taking over were pretty high and you were getting to that point of being so far gone that you didn't care. You slide your mouth over his cock again, taking him in as far as you can before you feel him push his hips against you and for a few seconds you fight the urge to pull back, you relax and let him push himself into your throat before you pull back and cough a little. Even when he's like this you catch a small spark of worry in his eyes but it's gone as soon as you see it. He threads his hand through your hair and grips it tightly forcing your head back a bit, you're looking up at him and you can see the smallest smile lifting the corner of his mouth before he takes his other hand and strokes himself slowly.
"You really do have an amazing mouth babygirl...open up." He presses his cock against your lips before you do as he says and open your mouth, he doesn't have to force your head down much at all, but he sets a fast pace of using your hair to guide you over his dick. You fist your hands against his leg and close your eyes letting yourself relax when you feel the heat from his stomach against your face by how far he has you pushed down on his cock. As good as you've gotten over the time you've been with him, you still have to breath and when he pulls your head back you take in a deep breath before he's back inside your mouth. You aren't entirely sure how long he keeps going for but when he suddenly stops you let out a disappointed sound followed by a loud surprised squeak when he pushes you back onto your stomach and has you tied to the headboard again, you feel him push your legs apart so that your knees are bent and you are almost as open to him as you can be. You hear him rustling around for a few minutes before it gets quiet again.
You feel him behind you but he isn't moving to do anything at first, from what you can see of him he's just looking at you. You feel a little uneasy at first but when you start to open your mouth to say something you feel him curl his finger into a ring on your collar and pull as he pushes his cock into you deeply. He'd made your collar a bit tighter than usual so the only sound that comes out is a strained sounding squeak, you feel his other hand on your back before he pulls himself almost entirely out of you before sliding back in. You put your head against your arms and hear him let out a low groan when he thrusts into your hard, you bury your teeth into your arm and fight back a loud moan yourself but you feel him press his hips against you hard, grinding into you almost painfully.
"You're mistaken if you think I'm going to let you be quiet tonight."
You feel him give your ass a hard smack before he rams his hips up against you again and the combination makes you let out a loud cry pulling at his belt like it might come loose.
"Just like that babygirl..."
He starts up a slow rhythm of pushing his hips into your harshly and grinding his cock into you just as hard, each time you let out a loud cry that sounds close to being painful, it's a whine after a few minutes that only gets louder the more he does it. You feel a reluctant building of pleasure in your stomach, you want to cry because it's much too soon but it's been so long since you've had him inside you that you shouldn't be surprised. He keeps up his slow pace and as you feel your stomach tighten you force out a loud warning.
"Daddy i'm gonna cum..."
You hear him chuckle a bit before he puts his hands on your hips tightly, suddenly you feel him start a quick and hard pace, he's pulling your hips back against him quickly and you let out a half scream and grip his belt so tightly that your hands are white, he's forcing your whole body forward with each thrust of his hips.
"Go ahead...I'm not even remotely done with you." He lets out a moan and slows down a bit. "Going to fuck." He slams his cock into you hard. "You." He does it again but grinds up against you. "Raw." He leans forward and bites your shoulder as he pushes into you hard again, and it all proves too much for you as you feel your legs tremble and your stomach tense up before you feel all the built up pleasure release like a volcano. In your haze you feel him undo his belt from the headboard and roll you over onto your back before tying your arms over your head.
You feel him slide his cock between your folds a few times before he leans over you and lets himself sink into your cunt slowly. You let out a loud moan and drop your head back against the bed when he makes sure you feel every inch of him slide into you, he thrusts slowly at first, sitting back on his knees and holding your legs apart so that he can look down between you.
"You want me to fuck you good little girl?"
You answer him a bit louder than you mean to. "Yes Daddy...fuck me good..."
He puts a hand down between the two of you and starts to play with your clit in time to his thrusts and you fight the restraints around your hands hard when your back arches up and your hips push down against his hand hard.
"I think you have a few more in you before we get to that."
"Oh god...please Daddy..."
"I don't think so."
He finds a fast rhythm with his fingers but still insists on giving you slow thrusts that push you slowly into the throes of another orgasm that makes you try to crush him between your legs and even after that he still keeps playing his fingers over your clit and keeping the same steady pace with his hips. After the second time you feel lethargic and admittedly just lay there trying to process the fact that he's still going strong, it's just short of painful now though, you can feel how sensitive you are and he does too but he just smirks at you slowly and keeps up his pace. He brings you through another before he stops and looks down at you, you already know that you look like a mess, you're sweaty, shaking, half conscious and there is a growing wet spot under you from the progressively harder orgasms. You are almost so out of it that you don't quite register him pulling away from you until you feel him slide out of you and you're aware of how empty you feel, you try to force your eyes open but you can't seem to keep focus long enough to find out what he's doing. You let your eyes close and all you can focus on is the ache between your legs, you were sore and sensitive and you knew that he wasn't done yet, he hadn't cum and he had barely made much noise at all aside from the deep groan here and there when you came...he was either too focused on torturing you or was just that good at controlling himself. You squint against the light in your room and focus on him standing to the side of you, he has his back half towards you so you can't see what he's holding onto but you can see him fumble with a condom before he takes his shirt off and he's completely naked. He turns and walks back over to you before getting on the bed between your legs and looking at your shirt for a long moment.
"I owe you a shirt babygirl..."
You don't get a chance to question him before you feel his hands in the neck of your shirt and he's tearing it the rest of the way down the front, the fabric doesn't hold up at all and in only a matter of a few seconds he's tossing the ruined shirt on the ground. You feel his hand against you for a few seconds and you hiss at the contact before it turns into a loud cry when you feel him hold something up against you hard. You know in the back of your mind that it's a fucking vibrator and part of you is getting frustrated that he won't just fuck you but you also know that you had this coming and he knew that. He was making his point loud and clear with this all.
"Now...about that good hard fuck you want." He presses the toy harder against your clit and you feel your hips try to pull away from it a bit but he holds you down so you can't get away. "How badly do you want it little girl."
You intend to answer in a slow and thought out way...but it comes out desperate and half pained. "So badly Daddy...please..."
"Tell me what you want."
You have to close your eyes and fight off the urge to try and move too much...the longer he holds it against you the more you can feel your body starting to respond to it. "Make me scream Daddy...fuck me until I can't anymore..pleeasse Daddy I want you so badly..." It comes out as one long drawn out moan but it apparently is ok enough for him because without much warning he pulls the toy away from you and has your legs over his shoulders before you feel him push into your already abused pussy deeply. It's a mix of pleasure and pain strong enough that you don't even try to keep yourself quiet, you let out a loud half scream as he leans forward forcing your legs to almost touch your arms and starts pushing into you hard and quick. He moves his arm so that he can wrap his hand around your neck tightly and it only serves to make your cunt ache painfully as he all but slams his hips into you.
His thrusts are forcing you up the bed and before long you're using your hands to push down against him making him groan loudly, when you manage to pry your eyes open and look at him you can see that his eyes are dark. He squeezes your throat a little and suddenly slows down, sliding into you deeply and grinding up against you hard.
"Look at me and tell me what you are."
You grip the headboard tightly and feel your back arch off the bed as he grinds against you almost painfully. "Master's slave..."
"What else."
"Daddy's little girl!"
"Who owns you."
You want to scream at how frustrated you feel that he's going so slow. "You do!"
You feel him tighten his hold on your neck before he lightly smacks your face, he's already as far inside you as he physically can go but he presses against you harder and it makes you cry out loudly.
"I do what?"
"Oh my FUUCK...YOU DO DADDY!"
"Say it." He puts his face against your shoulder and bites your skin hard enough it makes you whine.
"YOU OWN ME SIR!" You feel him grind against that spot inside you and you let out a loud moan, you aren't able to stop yourself before it comes out. "Fuck me Daddy! Please just fuck me!"
He doesn't answer you but you feel him put your legs down against the bed and reach up to untie his belt from your bed before he pulls himself out of you and tells you to get on your hands and knees, you don't hesitate and as quickly as you're able to you roll onto your stomach and push yourself up on trembling arms. You feel him grab a hold of your hips and pull them back against him before you feel him line himself up and push into you hard enough it forces you forward. You let out a loud cry before you drop your head down and push back against him as hard as he's pushing into you. Suddenly he stops and you go to question him but he puts his hand over your mouth and you hear it as well. It's the unmistakable sound of the front door opening and shutting and you feel a flutter of fear in your stomach as footsteps start to come down the hall. It doesn't deter him though, after a few seconds of stillness he starts to fuck you again but this time he leans over your shoulder so that his mouth is next to your ear, he keeps his hand over your mouth and tells you to be quiet.
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You'd thought you heard something before but you'd been too carried away in making her beg to notice...but even though you were carried away in her you heard the front door and that had made you stop long enough to confirm what you were thinking. She had wanted to question you but you needed her to be quiet so you put your hand over her mouth, and after she'd realized what you had heard you started to push into her again, she needed to be quiet though. You stay leaned over her as you hear footsteps start to come down the hall, you are trying to keep your movements controlled so that her headboard doesn't give you away and you can hear her moaning quietly against your hand when you roll your hips just right. You shift slightly and slam your hips into her hard and even your hand isn't enough to stop the loud moan that forces its way out of her mouth, you hear her mom on the other side of her door.
"Sweety are you ok?"
You put your face against her shoulders and groan against her skin before you take your hand away from her mouth, you grind into her harshly as she tries to answer.
"Mmm...F...Fine Mom.."
"Are you sure? You sound like you're in pain..."
You hear her mom try to open the door but because you'd been quick thinking you'd made sure you'd locked it. You wrap your arm around her waist and push her upper body down against the bed with your hand behind her neck and start to fuck her as hard as you can, she's fisting her sheets in her hands tightly and biting her lip hard to keep from letting out loud moans that would give you both away. "I"M FINE."
"You don't need to yell Ophelia."
"I'm Sorry Mom...mmm" You bite back your own groan and close your eyes concentrating on how good it feels to finally be deep inside your babygirl's pussy again, she's pushing her face against the bed in an attempt to stifle herself but you can tell that its a loosing battle the more franticly you start thrusting.
"Your father and I are going to bed...goodnight Lia, love you."
Her mouth is open but nothing comes out until she forces out an answer. "Love you too..." She trails off with curses.
You slow your pace a bit so you can reach over and pick up her pillow, you shake it out of its case before telling her to open her mouth, when she does you push an end into her mouth, enough to muffle her noises as you pick your pace back up. You hook a finger into a ring of the collar and pull sharply on it forcing her head back and her upper body to be back on her bound hands, you put your free hand on her hip and let out a low growl before you slam your cock into her deeply making her moan against the pillowcase. The harder you push into her the harder you pull on her collar, you stop when her arms get weak but it all just makes her cry out against the makeshift gag as she tries to meet your thrusts. You can feel all the built up frustration and pleasure start to pool in your stomach, and it pushes you into a brutal and desperate pace that sees her body getting pushed forward hard enough that she has to catch herself from falling forward more than a few times, you groan against her skin and pull her back against you harder and harder the closer you get and it isn't long before you can feel her orgasm approaching as well. She's shaking and damn near sobbing from the abuse that her cunt is going through but she's enjoying every minute of it, you close your eyes and focus on how she trembles around you and suddenly you hear her let out a loud half scream before she seizes up around you tightly, it makes you shiver and fuck her as fast as you can without making much noise and it doesn't take long to feel that tension explode inside of you and you're cumming hard suddenly. You grip her hip hard and bury yourself inside her deeply with one last brutal shove of your hips, you're both quiet aside from the heavy breathing in the room and after you start to come back to the reality of everything you slowly pull yourself out of her, she doesn't manage to stay up very long after as she collapses onto her bed reaching up to pull the pillowcase out of her mouth so she can breath better.
You set about unbinding her hands and rubbing at them to get her circulation going again before you peel off the condom with a wince, tossing it in the trash and climbing back onto the bed. You pull her to you and she wastes no time in burying her face into your shoulder while she tries to calm down, neither of you really care about the rather impressive wet spot on her bed...you feel a bit proud if anything really. You bring your hand up to her hair and let your fingers absently run through it a little before you break the silence.
"Are you ok?"
She's not quite with it yet and when she leans her head back to look at you she doesn't seem to focus on you too well. "Mhm..." it's an exhausted answer but its an answer at least.
"You...are going to be so sore tomorrow O..."
You feel her shrug against you. "I know...worth it."
You feel a small smile come over your face before you use what little energy you did have left to get up and grab her necklace off her dresser as well as something else. When you get back on the bed with her she puts her head against your chest and seems like she might fall asleep, you move her hair out of the way and take off her collar before putting the necklace back on. She mutters a thank you and you give her a small shake which wakes her up just enough that she looks at you curiously. You hold onto her arm and pull out a bracelet you'd found last month, well actually Simon had found it and told you about it so you'd looked. It was a bit of an opposite of the necklace...the necklace was sturdy leather whereas the bracelet was still pretty sturdy steel chain...both pieces had a snake on them but admittedly since you two had fallen into a very comfortable daddy/little girl dynamic...the bracelet was a bit childish. You didn't care though, you thought it suited her pretty well, looked dainty but was actually strong as hell. You put it on her right wrist and once its on her she lifts up her arm and looks at it for a long time before smiling and letting out a small laugh.
"It's cute..."
"It's a reminder."
She plays with the charm on it for a few seconds. "I know...you spend way more than you should on this stuff though."
You shrug. "It's worth it to me."
"Only thing missing is a tag that says I'm owned."
"I could probably fix that."
She shakes her head and curls up against you again, this time you don't try to keep her awake though, you simply reach over her and turn off her light and once the room is dark you don't manage to stay up too much longer either.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: standard
Notes: :D
Warnings: rough sex
You normally didn't care much for her to not behave a certain way...but honestly last night had been fucking amazing granted the fact that it had been entirely over video. It certainly wasn't the same as being there, being inside her but it had still done just fine considering you weren't entirely sure her parents-particularly her father-were heavy sleepers and so you hadn't chanced trying to sneak in. It had been tempting though...especially when she was laying with her legs apart...she'd made sure you could see every. fucking. thing. You'd held strong though and stayed put. Tonight was going to be a real test though...for what you had planned you'd either need to make sure she didn't make much noise or pray that her mom and dad were heavy sleepers because you knew that she was loud...and the supposed funishment you were planning was going to make her scream by the end of it. You put your hand over your face and sigh, you hadn't been able to sleep much from a mix of having the image of her-hand between her legs and her legs spread-and the thought of what else you were going to do, you had a very definite plan.
You two had talked for about a half hour after everything was said and done, and while you hoped that it had helped her get relaxed enough to sleep you were left with a wealth of thoughts in your head that made it nearly impossible. They ranged from dirty and perverted to wondering what the plan was for the week in general, you hadn't really anticipated staying the full week though, you had counted on her parents hating you enough that they didn't want you there. Her mom seemed ok enough, could definitely tell where she got her looks from in that department for sure because even though her mom had to be either pushing 50 or maybe a bit older she was still looking good for her age.The only thing that was really off was that she was walking around buzzed a lot, you were no stranger to alcohol making things better and so you recognized pretty quickly just how much she was like that. Then there was her dad...the positives were that he was protective of his daughter-which you could understand-and that he wanted her to do the best she could at everything...the negatives were that he seemed a tad emotionless and you knew that sometimes he didn't speak very respectfully towards O. Hell you've called her all sorts of things-but they'd been in the heat of a good and rough fuck-which was a bit different, you remember phone calls and stories she's told you though, it wasn't uncommon for him to imply that she wasn't too smart when it came to certain decisions. You had a feeling that her father wasn't terribly gifted academically, not to say that he was dumb but that maybe he didn't understand just how smart she was, she'd made some bad decisions in her teen years but who hadn't. Of course her dad knew nothing of those decisions...and you weren't going to say anything.
You stare at the ceiling as you watch the room slowly start to brighten up, you have barely slept at all and now you can start to hear the sounds of the household waking up. You hear her parents get up and go about their morning routine and by the time you manage to get bored enough to check your phone you decide to send Ophelia a text like you normally did in the morning. You check to see what the weather is supposed to be like before you start the message, its simple...you say good morning and tell her that you'll be happy to see wear something that shows off her ass but to make sure she won't freeze it off. You know that she knows what you like and what you don't like and you trust her to make the right choices so that she keeps your order and also keeps things appropriate for her parents. You send it before sighing heavily and managing to drag yourself out of bed before tossing the covers back up over so it looked like you put some effort into making it, you don't have to search too hard for clothes because a majority of what you wear outside of work is a steady combo of band shirts and jeans which are both comfortable and shouldn't cause too much issue. You pull your pants up and hear your phone go off so you look at the message that was sent back...you see it is a video and so you open it and instantly regret it as you're met with a video of her making a very nice show of pulling on her panties. It's not a long video but it's enough to make you feel a pesky stirring in your pants...at the rate she's going she's going to have the brat fucked out of her tonight...and maybe that's what she wants really. Maybe she's telling you you've been a bit too lax with her and she needs to be put back in her place...which you would gladly do of course. You admit that you aren't terribly strict...you have a handful of rules and everything else is simply on a at the time basis, she follows your rules well enough and you'd not had a reason to really punish her...though this would be good grounds for it. The look on her face last night was almost challenging and you weren't about to let her go easily for that...you guessed that you would see how the day played out and go from there...either way she was going to get it tonight.
You put your phone in your pocket and head out the door before peeking down the hall quickly before meandering your way to the kitchen from what memory you had from yesterday. When you get there you immediately start your search for coffee...you find it very hard to believe that her parents wouldn't drink it in the morning so after a few minutes of opening and closing random drawers and cabinets you find what you're looking for and go about getting some ready. Her mom is the first one to wander into the kitchen and she looks surprised to see you standing there so you give her a small wave and step aside so that she can see what you're doing before she gives you a small nod and sets about her own morning routine, which is apparently making breakfast. You both keep to yourselves at first, not really paying attention to what the other is doing but after a few minutes, the coffee is ready and you go about searching for cups-which she helpfully tells you where they are-and getting down a few of them. You pour two and hand her one which she takes with a thankful smile, before getting things ready.
"Thank you dear...not often I have company in the mornings."
You lean against the counter a little and take a slow drink before you cock your head at her. "But you're actually seem like you don't want to kill people in the morning..."
She laughs but doesn't turn around. "I've always been a morning person I guess. Ophelia used to be too when she was little, would always help me."
You let out a hum before taking another drink...you can feel yourself waking up more. It's not hard to imagine a young O helping her mom and it makes you smile but you aren't sure why. "I bet she was an excellent helper."
"Oh she was...always curious about what I was doing or what I was making...she burnt herself once on the stove actually because she wasn't paying attention." She shakes her head. "Didn't even notice until I said something to her."
"Must have had a high pain tolerance...godda-" You stop yourself. "Sorry."
"Sweetheart I don't expect you to censor yourself on our account. We're all adults here." You watch her walk over to a high cabinet and pull down a bottle of bourbon before uncapping it and dumping a fair amount into her cup, she puts it back away before she turns around and drinks it...she's looking at you with a strange expression. "I hope you don't mind me calling you that...old habits die hard I guess."
"Call me whatever you want..." You eye her coffee and debate for a few seconds before you speak. "Mind if I get in a bit of that?"
She chuckles before she moves aside. "Help yourself."
"That's a dangerous phrase."
"Bit of an alcoholic are we?"
"Not since I've been with your daughter...haven't drank much at all now that I think about it." You pull down the bottle before you put in some, definitely not as much as her mother did, and put it back up in the cabinet and standing there for a few seconds.
"So you would say that she's been a positive in your life then." She turns around and starts to actually mix ingredients.
"Yeah." You drink some of your coffee and let out a small hiss at the kick it has. "More than I think she knows."
"It's nice to know."
You nod but don't answer, rather you decide to busy yourself with helping her until Ophelia walks into the kitchen fully dressed and seems surprised that you are there for a few seconds. She's followed your directions but there was something about the way she was moving and acting already this morning that made you eye her in a not so subtle way. She meets your gaze and lifts the corner of her mouth into a sly smirk before she goes over to her mom to ask if she needs help. It takes a lot of willpower to not walk up to her and spank her ass right there but you resist the urge and focus on your coffee and getting some of the dishes down and ready to go.
In less than an hour all of you are sitting at the table and the mood is just short of uneasy. Her dad keeps glancing at you but not saying anything and it's getting on your nerves a bit, you understand that he isn't fond of you thus far but you felt like his stares were a bit rude. Ophelia and her mom are the only ones really talking, with you interjecting when you're asked a question...but otherwise you are silent. You take the time while you are eating to take in what she's put on for the day and you can't deny that it definitely showed off more than just her ass. She has on simple black leggings that you swear are painted on because there was no humanly way possible to get into them otherwise...and the only thing that covered all those delicious curves was a loose long sleeved top that was gathered just under her chest...which drew your attention to just how perfect her breasts looked at that moment. She is purposely wearing things that show her body off without being too overt about it and while you fucking love it, you know that she's doing it to get back at you for the weeks before when you denied her. She was acting out-albeit playfully-and a large part of you wanted to play along if for no other reason than you wanted to be 'furious' later. She's sitting next to you while her Mom is across from her and her dad is siting across from you...and before you really think it through...you have your hand on her leg under the table, which she manages to ignore at first until you start to slide it upwards.
You feel her tense up a little when you're hand gets close to her center but she does a fantastic job of hiding it as neither of her parents are th wiser to what is going on under their table. You leans your arm on the table while her mom keeps talking to her, you're pretending to listen as you press your fingers up against her through her leggings and you feel her press her legs together around your hand. You rub your hand over her slowly feeling her legs spasm just slightly before she lets out a small sound that she covers with a loud cough, you pull your hand away from her quickly as she stands up and excuses herself, giving you a look as she leaves. You wait a few minutes before excusing yourself on the pretense of using the bathroom but as soon as you are out of their sight you start a search for O...you aren't letting her get away completely today. You see her standing in the hallway by her room, completely oblivious to your presence until you put your hand over her mouth and pull her back against you, you take your hand away once the surprise is over and drop it down to her hips. You push your hips against her hard enough that she lets out a surprised gasp.
"Being a tease is going to get you in trouble little girl."
She's not fighting you at all but she does press her backside up against you and it makes you put your face against her shoulder and give her a small bite through her shirt. "Just a little revenge Daddy."
"Little fucking brat..." You bring a hand up and wrap it around her throat tight enough that it gets your point across. "I fucking look forward to putting princess back in her goddamn place."
You feel the shiver that runs up her spine at your words and it's very hard to not smile at it, you hear the sound of chairs scraping the floor before you let her go, not before hooking your finger into the necklace and giving it a fairly sharp tug, like you were reminding her, before you head back the way you came.
A majority of your morning is actually spent trying to come up with lectures for when the break is over, and her mother-being the nice woman that she was-let you use the kitchen in silence while you did it. You'd had no idea that her mom had been a science teacher and suddenly some of the smaller things started to make sense. You definitely understood the drinking. You had your head in your hand with a slightly annoyed look on your face you were sure, you were having trouble concentrating which was probably because you weren't blazed out of your head while doing it, and you didn't seen a way to do it either. You let out a sigh before you hear O and her mom come into the kitchen quietly and after a few seconds you look at them with raised brows, they are both looking like they wanted to ask something so you oblige them.
"Ok...I'll bite...what's up?"
"Mom needs to go pick up a few things...but we need help getting them into the truck..."
Her mom chimes in a few seconds later, sounding almost embarrassed to be asking this of you. "David's back isn't what it used to be...but he's stubborn."
"We don't want him to hurt himself.."
"I'm not sure how much I'll be able to help but..." You see O give you a look...she's seen some of the questionable things you and Simon have moved around or managed to lift, you give her the look back shortly before asking what exactly it is that needs picked up.
"We need to move some boxes out of storage...and if we can manage it I'd like to get the shelf here so I can put it in here."
"Ok...none of that sounds too difficult to handle..."
Her mom looks delighted at the news and leaves the room pulling O with her but you catch a slight wandering look before she's completely gone and it makes you shake your head as you shuffle your papers into your bag and get up, you doubt anyone will raise a fuss about your bag sitting there while your gone and you'll get it when you come back.
As it turns out, the storage facility her mom was talking about was a solid twenty minutes from their house...and that didn't include traffic or how much time was spent at the actual storage unit. Her mom hadn't been lying when she said that the boxes they'd wanted were heavy...even you had to struggle a bit to lift them high enough to slide into the truck bed so you were sure that there was no way that either of them could have lifted them by themselves and even a little doubtful that her dad would have been able to if his back was as bad as you were hearing. The real issue came when the shelf that her mom wanted came into view...it was solid and the only real way you saw of getting it out was to slide it straight out or to walk it. Then there was the other copious amounts of bullshit that that was surrounding it...nothing heavy or hard to move but sill a little annoying. You were thankful that Ophelia was there because she made the process go a lot faster than if you'd have been doing it yourself and you weren't about to ask her mom for help, after she helps you clear a path to the truck you tell her to just guide the shelf in the general direction of where the bed is and that if it starts to go to just move and let it. You see her nod before you let out a heavy sigh and start to lift it up, one side then the other until you can get it to start walking forward slowly...she only has to guide you a few times to avoid running into things before you come to the edge of the cement pad where the unit is, she turns around and tells you to let it lean on her while you get it off the lip and you can't help but look at her. She gives you strange look though, you hesitate.
"Are you sure you can hold it up?"
"Don't worry Linton...I can keep it up."
You see the amusement in her eyes and its hard to keep a straight face...her mom seems to not be catching the innuendo at all as she chimes in with how strong her daughter is despite her looks...and it makes it all the harder. You slowly lean it forward and sure enough she simply leans against it with her whole body only struggling a tiny bit to keep it where it is...its humorous to see such a small girl hold up such a tall shelf but you acknowledge that she won't be able to hold it up forever so you maneuver it over the lip of the unit before lifting it off her. After some cursing and apologizing...and some help from Ophelia in lifting the end and pushing it into the bed...you hear her mom lock up the unit before helping you tie everything down so it won't move, you all finally climb into the truck and head back to the house having spend at the least a few hours there.
When it's all said and done, you and O manage to get everything in the house and after getting it settled you watch her practically collapse onto the couch, you don't really hesitate to follow her and when you sit down heavily she moves so that she has her head against your leg. It's innocent enough really...after all you wouldn't expect her to kneel by your feet at her parents' house, but after a few minutes of relative silence you feel her shift and bring her hand up your leg. She turns just slightly and you put your head against the back of the couch when you feel her press her face into you through your pants, you put your hand through her hair and grip it tight enough that you can pull her head away.
"You're really asking for it aren't you."
"Maybe...all this talk but no action Daddy..."
You lean over her and pull her hair back a little so that she's looking at you. "Do you need to be reminded of what your place is?"
She looks at you for a long moment before she shrugs despite the fact you have her by the hair. "I must...those weeks that you teased me so badly...maybe I got it in my head that you aren't as in control as you think."
You watch her eyes...you can see that while her words are out of line her intention isn't. She knows that even though this is technically something you aren't a fan of...it's doing a fine job of getting you riled up...that she is getting you riled up. She wants you to let loose on her but you have your own plans...and she'd get what she wanted after yo ugot what you wanted. "I guess I'm just going to have to teach you a lesson then aren't I...one you aren't going to forget for a long time."
You can feel the tremble in her back and it makes your mouth curl into a slightly devious smile. "But it feels like you want that don't you."
She doesn't get a chance to answer when you hear footsteps coming down through the kitchen, you let go of her hair and she rights herself so that she is laying on your leg innocently again...like the whole exchange never happened as her dad walks in to sit in his chair. He pauses when he sees you two and gives his daughter a slightly disapproving look before she sits upright and apologizes, he doesn't look at you but you can tell that he's not impressed as usual. The funny thing was that you were here to meet them...you wanted to give a good impression...but you were by no means trying to impress either of them, her dad could hate your guts and you'd be ok with that as long as he respected you the same that you were showing him.
There is silence for a good long time before Ophelia speaks up, you glance at her and can tell by the way she's sitting that she's worked up, it's very hard not to smirk at the fact.
"Daddy?"
Even harder not to answer her when she says that either.
Her dad looks up from his book with a raised brow but doesn't answer.
"Do you and mom still go out on Sundays?"
"Of course...30 some years of marriage and I've not once ever not taken your mom on a drive." He gets a peculiar look on his face. "Why?"
She shrugs and gives him a smile that only a daughter could give her dad. "I was just curious...I know that mom likes the time alone with you."
He keeps looking at her like he's trying to see what she's getting at, and admittedly you are also looking at her like that. "Ophelia Grace don't you lie to my face."
"I'm not..."
"What else are you wanting to say then."
"I just wanted to see what was happening tonight was all..I thought that if you and mom were going to be out anyway...Linton and I could spend some time together too."
He looks between the two of you but his face is rather unreadable. "If you two can behave I suppose."
"Have we misbehaved since we've been here?"
"The week is young..."
"Dad..."
"If you can promise me that you both will behave then I don't see an issue with it." He looks right at you when he says it and while your face is the picture of stoic inside you're wondering what the hell it's about and why he seemed so insistent on eyeing you.
"Was just planning to relax out here...nothing fishy sir."
"Thats good to hear..." You still don't feel like he's totally convinced though.
The afternoon drags on for what feels like hours, and when it finally gets to be after dinner you help O and her mom clean up a little. Your mind has been somewhere else entirely for the last hour or so because while you'd said you'd pick up your bag with all your papers in it when you got back...you hadn't, as a matter of fact you'd forgotten about it entirely until it was time to start putting things on the table...and your bag wasn't there. While there was nothing terribly useful or of value in it, it was not something that you took lightly on loosing, books were fucking expensive and there was a lot of work in the form of lectures and mock tests that you'd managed to get done in the weeks before the break...because it wasn't like you were distracted by the act of fucking the ever living hell out of O. It annoyed you that you couldn't find it and somewhere deep in yourself you hear your dad's voice saying that you should have put it away before you left in the first place. You'd like to think that the only person that had been home had enough respect for you to not go through your stuff and maybe had just picked it up and tossed it in the guest room, and after you'd helped them clean up you'd gone to look if it was there. You turned the light on and saw it sitting on the bed but you already had a strange feeling about it, you walk over and dump everything on the bed...moving papers around, checking books and such. You'd been keeping your wallet in there for a few days now and so you open it up to find everything still there and at first you don't think much on it...but after a few seconds you realize that the order you usually have your cards in has been messed up. It was a strange thing to notice really but you had an order to you wallet that kept things flowing smoothly when you needed to be in a hurry. You had your drivers license and residence card in the same slot usually...with the license on top since that was more likely to be looked at than your green card...but they were now in separate slots altogether and you aren't sure how to feel about it. You feel a little pissed off really but you let it go and fix the order of your wallet before putting it in your pocket and shoveling everything back into your bag, tossing it on the floor by the closet.
When you come back out you see O sitting on the couch flipping through channels but not really staying on one long enough to know if she'd watch it or not...she's wasting time and you can't blame her, so you settle next to her trying to clear your mind of what you'd noticed earlier. She has herself cocooned into a blanket and when she notices you sitting there she flops over onto your lap and keeps flipping, You hear her parents talking quietly as they come out of the kitchen and they tell you that they'll be gone for a few hours...and her dad makes sure to give you a look when you lean your head back over the couch to look at them. You get the feeling that he knows something that you don't but you have no clue what he'd know. Once you hear the door shut...you wait for the sound of the truck to die down as they get further away, you look down at Ophelia who isn't flipping through channels anymore, she's laying still with her head against your leg almost like she was in a trance. It doesn't last though, she turns her head and looks up at you for a few seconds before she makes a move to try and get at you through your pants again, this time though you stop her.You hold her in place pretty easily before you raise a brow at her.
"What's with the blanket."
"Was waiting on them to leave.
You use your free hand to find the edge of the blanket before you all but rip it off of her and god help you when you did, you weren't sure if you've ever seen shorts as short as she wore them...they barely cover her ass at all and you can see just the top of her tattoo rising up over her waist. You could tell that her shirt was something that was old, it was a little holey and had been modified several times, and you can't help your curiosity even though you aren't sure you'll make it to the answer. "What...is up with this shirt?"
The neck had been ripped into a slight v and the sleeves were missing entirely, you watch her shrug a little. "remember when I told you I was in cheer for a short time..." You nod. "What do you think I wore? I mean...it covered me a bit more then than it does now..."
She gets that damned sly look on her face before she gets up and makes a very obvious show of picking up some things off the floor and tossing them on the table beside the couch, you can feel yourself slipping a bit but part of it is because you know what she's doing...she's asking for it. When she bends over to pick up the blanket you're done and before she has a chance to react you wrap her hair around your fist an tell her to get on all fours, which she does almost immediately. You give her hair a light tug and stand up before you lead her through the house by her hair, but she doesn't try to resist you either.She does however crawl in a deliberate way that makes her hips sway enough to get your attention.
You lead her to the wall in the hall and tell her to put her head against the wall and stay that way while you go into the guest room to gather a few things, you'd planned on fucking her raw in her bedroom anyhow but this was adding to it...you were equal parts a little annoyed at her disobedience over the last couple of days but also very fucking turned on by it...you hated bratting so much though...but when she did it it made you want to punish her...and then do unspeakable things to her. When you come back out she is still in the same position you told her to stay in and part of you is pleased with it, you wrap your hand in her hair again and tell her to follow...you lead her down the hall past her parents' bedroom and into her own. You toss what you'd grabbed onto the bed before tugging on her hair so that she looks up at you, her eyes tell you everything that you need to know before you even say a thing.
"Kneel and look at me."
She does as you say and when she's holding your gaze you let a small smirk play over your face before you reach down and take off her necklace, putting it aside for the time being and putting on her collar, making sure that it's just a tad tighter than you usually have it but not so tight she can't breathe. You hook your finger into the ring in the front and give her a hard jerk so that she's up on her knees with her chin against you, her hands are on your legs and you give her a look.
"So you want to act like a fucking brat little girl?"
She doesn't answer, and when you go to pull her collar again she resists you-albeit playfully-so you reach down and grab a handful of her hair forcing her to sit still.
"I'll treat you like a fucking brat then."
You pull her up to stand before leading her over to her bed and pushing her lightly down onto it, once again she resists you and it strikes a chord in you, before you can stop it you flip her over onto her stomach and sit over her back with your hands holding her arms behind her. You hear an unmistakeable quiet moan come out of her mouth when you have her immobilized.
"You've been such a fucking bad little girl the last few days...teasing Daddy like that. I'm going to spank your ass raw for being a fucking tease." You lean down over her so that your mouth is close to her ear. "And then i'll fucking remind you who you belong to babygirl."
You lean back again and undo your belt letting it slide through the loops slowly...you want her to hear it and from the shiver that runs down her back you know that she does, you climb off her before pulling her arms out in front of her and binding her hands with your belt before looping it through her headboard and pulling it so that she is forced to keep her arms straight and secure it tightly, you give it a few hard tugs and smile with approval when it doesn't budge. You walk to the other sdie of the bed and grab the spare belt you had brought with you and make a loop with it before you snap it loudly a few times if for no other reason tahn to see her shiver again.
"Should I go easy on you babygirl?" You drag the belt over the bare skin of her legs waiting for her reply.
"no..."
You bring the belt down over her clothed ass hard enough that she lets out a squeak. "No what."
"No Daddy..."
"Why shouldn't I? I want to hear you say it."
"I've been bad Daddy...I need to be punished..."
You hook your fingers into the waist of her shorts and pull them down so that her backend is exposed to you.
"You want to be punished babygirl?"
"Yes Daddy."
"Beg for it then."
"Please...straighten me out Sir...I need it..." Her voice comes out a bit shaky and it's very hard to keep yourself indifferent sounding.
"Twenty sounds like a good number for you...with how bratty you've been...make sure you keep count babygirl."
You start off rather easy...after all you were only punishing her slightly and every time your belt makes contact with her skin you hear her let out a squeak before she tells you the number you're on. When you get halfway you start to bring your arm down a bit harder and you can see her legs tremble and her voice crack ...you know this isn't anything compared to what she'd shown you that she could handle, but you still keep things fairly controlled, you wanted to loose your restraint a different way. She doesn't have the reaction you expect her too though, she's been fairly quiet throughout the whole ordeal and only on the last few strikes does she make much audible noise...and even then she lets out quiet moans that you don't expect. You put your belt down and bring both your hands up her legs to her ass which is bright red and very sore from the sharp gasp that you hear but it makes you smile slowly as you run your fingers over the obvious welts that the last half of your punishment had left on her.
"What did you learn babygirl." You squeeze her skin firmly and watch her hands grip your belt tightly and you don't have to see her face to know that she's biting her lip.
"Don't tease..."
You slap her already angry skin lightly.
"Don't tease Sir!"
"Are we going to have a problem with you remembering to answer me correctly?"
"No Sir."
"Good..."
"Thank you Sir."
You go back to tracing the welts before you stand up and pull her shorts down her legs, tossing them onto the bed and giving her an appreciative sound...you push her legs apart and let one of your hands wander between them. You run your fingers over her slowly, teasing her with just enough pressure to let her know that you're there and she tries to push her hips against your hand which makes you chuckle at it.
"Do you have any idea what you've gotten yourself into babygirl?" You bring both of your hands against her skin and spread her open so that you can see everything, you hear her let out a shaky moan and put her head against her arms. "This is what happens when you start something...you have to finish it, but best believe little girl I am far from done with you."
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Pain had never been a turn on for you, even Linton couldn't make the thought of pain attractive to you but there you were and there had been something about sting of his belt combined with..you weren't even sure what exactly that had made you let out moans instead of cries. You wanted him to stop but you also wanted him to keep going. There was something in the way that he touched your skin that made you love the burning pain that his hands caused, and right up until you felt him slide his fingers over you and spread you apart so that he could see you in the most intimate way anyone possibly could see you...you'd been able to keep your composure, but that was it for you and it took everything in you to not fucking beg him right there and then. You knew he wouldn't anyway. You were completely at his mercy and while you'd been restrained before...this was a new feeling. The only thing you could do was use your safeword and you highly doubted that you'd use it, he had a way with you that when he pushed you into territory you weren't comfortable with you never seemed to mind. He took what he wanted from you...but you were always willing to give it to him or you wouldn't have let him tie you to your headboard. You feel him pull away from you for a few seconds, you turn your head in an attempt to see behind you but the way you're laying makes it difficult if not impossible to see where he is, you give up and put your head back against your arms trying to accept your fate as it comes. He doesn't keep you waiting too long though when you feel his hands on your ass again, spreading you open again, you can't help the loud moan that pushes itself out of your mouth when you feel his tongue push into you suddenly. He gives you a long lick before he chuckles and rubs his hands over your thighs.
"You certainly taste ready babygirl."
His words send delicious shocks down between your legs before he's standing up and dragging his hand up your back until he comes to your head, he runs his hand through your hair and undoes his belt from the headboard. He turns you over and pulls you into a sitting position and its then that you can clearly see just how turned on he is, he notices your gaze's direction and cuts through your thoughts.
"See what you did?"
You let your eyes slide up from his pants to his face and you can feel a deep flush spread over your cheeks. "Yes Daddy..."
"Be a good girl and suck it."
He's half on the bed, one foot on the ground while his other knee is on the bed, you move so that you are sitting between his legs and push your face against him through his pants. You bring your hands up and undo his pants, putting your mouth over he outline of his cock before you pull his zipper down and push his pants down off his hips far enough that he spring out and you don't waste much time before you take him into your mouth.
Over the last few years you'd learned a lot...one thing in particular was being able to take him all in. He wasn't exactly small and sometimes you had to wonder after it was all said and done how the hell you managed to do it, you figured part of it was because you enjoyed it. You enjoyed feeling him in your mouth, against your tongue...you enjoyed feeling his hands in your hair and when you were turned on enough you enjoyed when he all but fucked your throat. You have your hands held up against your chest as you move your head back and forth on him, letting your tongue slide up the underside of his cock each time you pulled away, with how he'd been tonight already you knew that the chances of him taking over were pretty high and you were getting to that point of being so far gone that you didn't care. You slide your mouth over his cock again, taking him in as far as you can before you feel him push his hips against you and for a few seconds you fight the urge to pull back, you relax and let him push himself into your throat before you pull back and cough a little. Even when he's like this you catch a small spark of worry in his eyes but it's gone as soon as you see it. He threads his hand through your hair and grips it tightly forcing your head back a bit, you're looking up at him and you can see the smallest smile lifting the corner of his mouth before he takes his other hand and strokes himself slowly.
"You really do have an amazing mouth babygirl...open up." He presses his cock against your lips before you do as he says and open your mouth, he doesn't have to force your head down much at all, but he sets a fast pace of using your hair to guide you over his dick. You fist your hands against his leg and close your eyes letting yourself relax when you feel the heat from his stomach against your face by how far he has you pushed down on his cock. As good as you've gotten over the time you've been with him, you still have to breath and when he pulls your head back you take in a deep breath before he's back inside your mouth. You aren't entirely sure how long he keeps going for but when he suddenly stops you let out a disappointed sound followed by a loud surprised squeak when he pushes you back onto your stomach and has you tied to the headboard again, you feel him push your legs apart so that your knees are bent and you are almost as open to him as you can be. You hear him rustling around for a few minutes before it gets quiet again.
You feel him behind you but he isn't moving to do anything at first, from what you can see of him he's just looking at you. You feel a little uneasy at first but when you start to open your mouth to say something you feel him curl his finger into a ring on your collar and pull as he pushes his cock into you deeply. He'd made your collar a bit tighter than usual so the only sound that comes out is a strained sounding squeak, you feel his other hand on your back before he pulls himself almost entirely out of you before sliding back in. You put your head against your arms and hear him let out a low groan when he thrusts into your hard, you bury your teeth into your arm and fight back a loud moan yourself but you feel him press his hips against you hard, grinding into you almost painfully.
"You're mistaken if you think I'm going to let you be quiet tonight."
You feel him give your ass a hard smack before he rams his hips up against you again and the combination makes you let out a loud cry pulling at his belt like it might come loose.
"Just like that babygirl..."
He starts up a slow rhythm of pushing his hips into your harshly and grinding his cock into you just as hard, each time you let out a loud cry that sounds close to being painful, it's a whine after a few minutes that only gets louder the more he does it. You feel a reluctant building of pleasure in your stomach, you want to cry because it's much too soon but it's been so long since you've had him inside you that you shouldn't be surprised. He keeps up his slow pace and as you feel your stomach tighten you force out a loud warning.
"Daddy i'm gonna cum..."
You hear him chuckle a bit before he puts his hands on your hips tightly, suddenly you feel him start a quick and hard pace, he's pulling your hips back against him quickly and you let out a half scream and grip his belt so tightly that your hands are white, he's forcing your whole body forward with each thrust of his hips.
"Go ahead...I'm not even remotely done with you." He lets out a moan and slows down a bit. "Going to fuck." He slams his cock into you hard. "You." He does it again but grinds up against you. "Raw." He leans forward and bites your shoulder as he pushes into you hard again, and it all proves too much for you as you feel your legs tremble and your stomach tense up before you feel all the built up pleasure release like a volcano. In your haze you feel him undo his belt from the headboard and roll you over onto your back before tying your arms over your head.
You feel him slide his cock between your folds a few times before he leans over you and lets himself sink into your cunt slowly. You let out a loud moan and drop your head back against the bed when he makes sure you feel every inch of him slide into you, he thrusts slowly at first, sitting back on his knees and holding your legs apart so that he can look down between you.
"You want me to fuck you good little girl?"
You answer him a bit louder than you mean to. "Yes Daddy...fuck me good..."
He puts a hand down between the two of you and starts to play with your clit in time to his thrusts and you fight the restraints around your hands hard when your back arches up and your hips push down against his hand hard.
"I think you have a few more in you before we get to that."
"Oh god...please Daddy..."
"I don't think so."
He finds a fast rhythm with his fingers but still insists on giving you slow thrusts that push you slowly into the throes of another orgasm that makes you try to crush him between your legs and even after that he still keeps playing his fingers over your clit and keeping the same steady pace with his hips. After the second time you feel lethargic and admittedly just lay there trying to process the fact that he's still going strong, it's just short of painful now though, you can feel how sensitive you are and he does too but he just smirks at you slowly and keeps up his pace. He brings you through another before he stops and looks down at you, you already know that you look like a mess, you're sweaty, shaking, half conscious and there is a growing wet spot under you from the progressively harder orgasms. You are almost so out of it that you don't quite register him pulling away from you until you feel him slide out of you and you're aware of how empty you feel, you try to force your eyes open but you can't seem to keep focus long enough to find out what he's doing. You let your eyes close and all you can focus on is the ache between your legs, you were sore and sensitive and you knew that he wasn't done yet, he hadn't cum and he had barely made much noise at all aside from the deep groan here and there when you came...he was either too focused on torturing you or was just that good at controlling himself. You squint against the light in your room and focus on him standing to the side of you, he has his back half towards you so you can't see what he's holding onto but you can see him fumble with a condom before he takes his shirt off and he's completely naked. He turns and walks back over to you before getting on the bed between your legs and looking at your shirt for a long moment.
"I owe you a shirt babygirl..."
You don't get a chance to question him before you feel his hands in the neck of your shirt and he's tearing it the rest of the way down the front, the fabric doesn't hold up at all and in only a matter of a few seconds he's tossing the ruined shirt on the ground. You feel his hand against you for a few seconds and you hiss at the contact before it turns into a loud cry when you feel him hold something up against you hard. You know in the back of your mind that it's a fucking vibrator and part of you is getting frustrated that he won't just fuck you but you also know that you had this coming and he knew that. He was making his point loud and clear with this all.
"Now...about that good hard fuck you want." He presses the toy harder against your clit and you feel your hips try to pull away from it a bit but he holds you down so you can't get away. "How badly do you want it little girl."
You intend to answer in a slow and thought out way...but it comes out desperate and half pained. "So badly Daddy...please..."
"Tell me what you want."
You have to close your eyes and fight off the urge to try and move too much...the longer he holds it against you the more you can feel your body starting to respond to it. "Make me scream Daddy...fuck me until I can't anymore..pleeasse Daddy I want you so badly..." It comes out as one long drawn out moan but it apparently is ok enough for him because without much warning he pulls the toy away from you and has your legs over his shoulders before you feel him push into your already abused pussy deeply. It's a mix of pleasure and pain strong enough that you don't even try to keep yourself quiet, you let out a loud half scream as he leans forward forcing your legs to almost touch your arms and starts pushing into you hard and quick. He moves his arm so that he can wrap his hand around your neck tightly and it only serves to make your cunt ache painfully as he all but slams his hips into you.
His thrusts are forcing you up the bed and before long you're using your hands to push down against him making him groan loudly, when you manage to pry your eyes open and look at him you can see that his eyes are dark. He squeezes your throat a little and suddenly slows down, sliding into you deeply and grinding up against you hard.
"Look at me and tell me what you are."
You grip the headboard tightly and feel your back arch off the bed as he grinds against you almost painfully. "Master's slave..."
"What else."
"Daddy's little girl!"
"Who owns you."
You want to scream at how frustrated you feel that he's going so slow. "You do!"
You feel him tighten his hold on your neck before he lightly smacks your face, he's already as far inside you as he physically can go but he presses against you harder and it makes you cry out loudly.
"I do what?"
"Oh my FUUCK...YOU DO DADDY!"
"Say it." He puts his face against your shoulder and bites your skin hard enough it makes you whine.
"YOU OWN ME SIR!" You feel him grind against that spot inside you and you let out a loud moan, you aren't able to stop yourself before it comes out. "Fuck me Daddy! Please just fuck me!"
He doesn't answer you but you feel him put your legs down against the bed and reach up to untie his belt from your bed before he pulls himself out of you and tells you to get on your hands and knees, you don't hesitate and as quickly as you're able to you roll onto your stomach and push yourself up on trembling arms. You feel him grab a hold of your hips and pull them back against him before you feel him line himself up and push into you hard enough it forces you forward. You let out a loud cry before you drop your head down and push back against him as hard as he's pushing into you. Suddenly he stops and you go to question him but he puts his hand over your mouth and you hear it as well. It's the unmistakable sound of the front door opening and shutting and you feel a flutter of fear in your stomach as footsteps start to come down the hall. It doesn't deter him though, after a few seconds of stillness he starts to fuck you again but this time he leans over your shoulder so that his mouth is next to your ear, he keeps his hand over your mouth and tells you to be quiet.
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You'd thought you heard something before but you'd been too carried away in making her beg to notice...but even though you were carried away in her you heard the front door and that had made you stop long enough to confirm what you were thinking. She had wanted to question you but you needed her to be quiet so you put your hand over her mouth, and after she'd realized what you had heard you started to push into her again, she needed to be quiet though. You stay leaned over her as you hear footsteps start to come down the hall, you are trying to keep your movements controlled so that her headboard doesn't give you away and you can hear her moaning quietly against your hand when you roll your hips just right. You shift slightly and slam your hips into her hard and even your hand isn't enough to stop the loud moan that forces its way out of her mouth, you hear her mom on the other side of her door.
"Sweety are you ok?"
You put your face against her shoulders and groan against her skin before you take your hand away from her mouth, you grind into her harshly as she tries to answer.
"Mmm...F...Fine Mom.."
"Are you sure? You sound like you're in pain..."
You hear her mom try to open the door but because you'd been quick thinking you'd made sure you'd locked it. You wrap your arm around her waist and push her upper body down against the bed with your hand behind her neck and start to fuck her as hard as you can, she's fisting her sheets in her hands tightly and biting her lip hard to keep from letting out loud moans that would give you both away. "I"M FINE."
"You don't need to yell Ophelia."
"I'm Sorry Mom...mmm" You bite back your own groan and close your eyes concentrating on how good it feels to finally be deep inside your babygirl's pussy again, she's pushing her face against the bed in an attempt to stifle herself but you can tell that its a loosing battle the more franticly you start thrusting.
"Your father and I are going to bed...goodnight Lia, love you."
Her mouth is open but nothing comes out until she forces out an answer. "Love you too..." She trails off with curses.
You slow your pace a bit so you can reach over and pick up her pillow, you shake it out of its case before telling her to open her mouth, when she does you push an end into her mouth, enough to muffle her noises as you pick your pace back up. You hook a finger into a ring of the collar and pull sharply on it forcing her head back and her upper body to be back on her bound hands, you put your free hand on her hip and let out a low growl before you slam your cock into her deeply making her moan against the pillowcase. The harder you push into her the harder you pull on her collar, you stop when her arms get weak but it all just makes her cry out against the makeshift gag as she tries to meet your thrusts. You can feel all the built up frustration and pleasure start to pool in your stomach, and it pushes you into a brutal and desperate pace that sees her body getting pushed forward hard enough that she has to catch herself from falling forward more than a few times, you groan against her skin and pull her back against you harder and harder the closer you get and it isn't long before you can feel her orgasm approaching as well. She's shaking and damn near sobbing from the abuse that her cunt is going through but she's enjoying every minute of it, you close your eyes and focus on how she trembles around you and suddenly you hear her let out a loud half scream before she seizes up around you tightly, it makes you shiver and fuck her as fast as you can without making much noise and it doesn't take long to feel that tension explode inside of you and you're cumming hard suddenly. You grip her hip hard and bury yourself inside her deeply with one last brutal shove of your hips, you're both quiet aside from the heavy breathing in the room and after you start to come back to the reality of everything you slowly pull yourself out of her, she doesn't manage to stay up very long after as she collapses onto her bed reaching up to pull the pillowcase out of her mouth so she can breath better.
You set about unbinding her hands and rubbing at them to get her circulation going again before you peel off the condom with a wince, tossing it in the trash and climbing back onto the bed. You pull her to you and she wastes no time in burying her face into your shoulder while she tries to calm down, neither of you really care about the rather impressive wet spot on her bed...you feel a bit proud if anything really. You bring your hand up to her hair and let your fingers absently run through it a little before you break the silence.
"Are you ok?"
She's not quite with it yet and when she leans her head back to look at you she doesn't seem to focus on you too well. "Mhm..." it's an exhausted answer but its an answer at least.
"You...are going to be so sore tomorrow O..."
You feel her shrug against you. "I know...worth it."
You feel a small smile come over your face before you use what little energy you did have left to get up and grab her necklace off her dresser as well as something else. When you get back on the bed with her she puts her head against your chest and seems like she might fall asleep, you move her hair out of the way and take off her collar before putting the necklace back on. She mutters a thank you and you give her a small shake which wakes her up just enough that she looks at you curiously. You hold onto her arm and pull out a bracelet you'd found last month, well actually Simon had found it and told you about it so you'd looked. It was a bit of an opposite of the necklace...the necklace was sturdy leather whereas the bracelet was still pretty sturdy steel chain...both pieces had a snake on them but admittedly since you two had fallen into a very comfortable daddy/little girl dynamic...the bracelet was a bit childish. You didn't care though, you thought it suited her pretty well, looked dainty but was actually strong as hell. You put it on her right wrist and once its on her she lifts up her arm and looks at it for a long time before smiling and letting out a small laugh.
"It's cute..."
"It's a reminder."
She plays with the charm on it for a few seconds. "I know...you spend way more than you should on this stuff though."
You shrug. "It's worth it to me."
"Only thing missing is a tag that says I'm owned."
"I could probably fix that."
She shakes her head and curls up against you again, this time you don't try to keep her awake though, you simply reach over her and turn off her light and once the room is dark you don't manage to stay up too much longer either.