Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
My uncle. My father. My uncle.
Back and forth. My brain tries to make sense of what's going on.
There's a knock on the door that breaks the tension. Rye straights back to standing, his head turned toward the door, his eyes darken, the pupils nearly pushing out the last of the greenish-gold iris.
“What?” He barks, a muscle ticking in his cheek. The day’s scruff on his jawline moving under his skin.
A man’s voice comes through the door. “Just checking if you’re going to be coming back anytime soon. The room sessions are scheduled for ten minutes and we have to clean--”
“I’ll be as long as I fucking wanna be. My name’s on the god damn deed and last time I looked, I was still majority owner of the business. Don’t knock on the fucking door again.”
Deed. Majority owner.
I knew Uncle Rye was an investor and a business man, but the specifics of such never seemed to materialize in any family conversations. Now I know why.
There’s a quick shuffling sound from outside the door, but Rye’s attention is back on me as I stare up from my position on my knees, swallowing around the dry lump in my throat. I'm nervous, maybe for the first time tonight. It’s not fear of being harmed in some way, but still, anything could happen and I’m ill-prepared for at best for any of this.
There's something between us now, even in this dark fantasy world, that feels more real than any of the times we've been together over the last 14 years.
“Now,” Rye starts on a sniff, his lips rubbing together before he continues as my pulse patters like a hummingbird, “one of the most important things a Daddy does is he teaches, he guides, he wants you to be the best you can be in all areas of your life. He'll push you, he'll coach you, he'll discipline you.” Rye meets my eyes, and there’s something in his expression I can’t read. “And he'll fuck you. And fucking isn't just putting a cock in a cunt. That's another lesson you're going to learn, Dautie. Right now, you are going to understand that my cock is your God. You’re going to do as you’re told, aren’t you?”
I open my mouth, ready to talk back, ready to question everything, but nothing comes out. I'm learning a lot about myself tonight. Because every time this man talks about his cock… God, my nipples pull tight, and things happen between my legs that make me want to fall back and offer myself at his altar.
I'm nearly whimpering with lust.
Whatever this is, this calm dominance he exudes borders on self-righteous entitlement. I should find this whole thing arrogant, misogynistic, and patriarchal, but instead of being disgusted, I want more of whatever this is. And to hell with tomorrow. To hell with independence. To hell with making my own decisions.
“Yes, Daddy,” I manage as he keeps one hand wrapped around the leash, his other petting the side of my head in slow, hypnotic strokes.
A little groan seems to catch in his throat as he finally lets his gaze fully rake over me, devouring the bare flesh wrapped in pink leather, willing and waiting at his feet. His lips peel back as he works the zipper on the front of his black slacks.
My mouth goes dry, anticipation building.
Can this really be happening? Is this real, or did I hit my head this morning and it’s all some wonderful, crazy dream?
I watch in awe as his erection springs free through the opening.
Jesus. “What the fuck?” My hands clasp over my lips.
It cannot be real.
I whimper, and Uncle Rye pets my head again. “Did you just curse, little girl?”
I stutter, “Well, look at it. Wouldn't you curse?”
He gives a shrug. “I see this cock every day. It doesn't scare me.”
He reaches down, his fingers barely spanning the girth at the base, his fingers tightening around the stalk of flesh, turning the mammoth head nearly purple as liquid expels in tiny droplets from the slash on the tip.
I stare, trying to scoot back on my knees, but he gives the collar and leash a hard jerk. “Don't move, Dautie. Lift your hand. Put it where mine is, and just hold it. This is your safe place. This is Daddy.”
He swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing as I bring my trembling hand upward, replacing his, stroking, amazed at the softness of the skin that covers steel hardness underneath.
“Look at me while you beat off your uncle's dick, baby.”
I tear my eyes from the monster staring me down, my breath wheezing in and out of my lungs.
“Good girl. Now, open your mouth, stick out your tongue but keep your hand moving. Up and down. Just like that.”
“What? I—”
“You have a safe word, Allegra.” The name makes me shiver. I chose it, and that somehow makes it more mine than my real name. Something that is between us. “Use it, or do as you’re told.”