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)
“Holy fuck, baby.” He gathers my hair in his free hand. He’s not gentle, the roots burn as he takes control of my head. He makes a choking sound as I explores the ridge with my tongue, humming around him as I take this man’s cock into my mouth. “That’s my sweet little girl. You made your Daddy hard and now you know it’s your responsibility to take care of what you caused. I always knew you were a good girl, Elodie. God, such a good girl…”
This man looks like my father but tastes like coming home.
A groan vibrates low in his chest, hips bucking reflexively when draw him deeper, my lips stretched to their limit.
It hurts to open so wide, but this kind of pain feels new and somehow, revolutionary. Like I’m giving him something I can only give once and I want him to know how hard I’m trying.
I swallow around him, muscles burning as he sinks deeper. “Christ Elodie,” he snarls from above, fingers fisting in my hair, “you are a sweet, greedy little slut. So, fucking pretty when you choke on me.”
His cock throbs against the back of my throat, the pre-cum salty as I lap at the textured underside.
I tickle the veins, the little spot under the tip that I’ve already determined makes him stop breathing.
He pistons his hips, slow and punishing, teaching me how to take him until my eyes spill over with hot tears and my cheeks ache with the strain.
“You are a temptation that could bring down kingdom’s, baby. Your mouth understands worship. Fuck, suck harder if you want to worship at the altar of your uncle’s cock for the rest of your life.”
I answer by hollowing my cheeks, a ball of heated hope rolling around in my chest wondering what he means by the ‘rest of my life’.
I suck and suck and gag and drool. The leash and his hand in my hair taking full control of my head, I’m no more than a vessel for his needs, my mouth a place for him to get off but through the roughness, the dirty talk, the sensation that my purpose is to provide him pleasure, I feel whole and cherished and safe.
When he spills finally, it’s a flood of heat down my tonsils, his hips jerking violently against my lips while he curses into the ceiling and my throat is filled with him, tears burning down my cheeks as a spiral of tension gathers in my core, a rush of warmth seeping from my body.
“There,” he wheezes, dragging me up by that cursed leash until I’m enveloped by his arms, my messy, drool and cum covered face pressed to the clean white fabric of his shirt. The thump thump of his heart against my cheek makes me smile.
I did this. I did this for him. To him.
“God help me.” He says with an unsteady exhale. “My will power is breaking. Do you want to see a man break, Elodie?”
His laughter is raw as he palms my cheek, thumb smearing come and saliva across my lips then pressing it into my mouth. “That’s right, suckle on your daddy like a good girl. Very soon I’ll put you to bed with my cock in your mouth for you to suck just like this. Slow and easy. Take your comfort, baby.”
I suck and lick and without thought, I reach down and start to stroke his hardness again.
“That’s my girl. So sweet and needy.” He hisses into the side of my head, his lips pressing there for a long moment while I move my hand up and down, spreading the slickness left on his girth from my mouth and his spend with my curled fingers. “You came in here tonight in your fuck me dress and changed everything for us, you know that?”
I nod, understanding what we’ve done can’t be undone, even outside of these walls where fantasy takes over. There’s no putting this toothpaste back in the tube as they say.
Tomorrow I’ll get back to the real world. Worrying about being perfect, dancing, securing my place in the troupe, making my parents proud.
But for tonight, I’m just this girl dressed in pink leather and willing to give up her impendence for a man with the face of her father.
One night in a kink club doesn’t have to undo our entire family structure, does it?
When I tilt my head back, I see Rye’s eyes are closed, his lips are moving, mumbling something and it sounds like a prayer.
His chest heaves and I sense he’s trying to find his center of calm. He’s battling for self-control and it’s because of me and that thought is so arousing and powerful, I speak before I think.
“Daddy, I want more. Of this. I want it all.”
I squeeze his shaft for emphasis and a choked moan comes from his throat. “You don’t know what you are asking for.” He manages and he’s right, but that doesn’t’ stop me from wanting it.