Page 12 of Lesson on Depravity

I chuckle, fingers finding pieces of her hair that had fallen on her small shoulder.

“I do them to make sure you are safe, princess.”

She turns her head, beams up at me with her adorable smile and pretty eyes. The stress of the day drains away as she snuggles her head closer to my side, fingers reaching up to grasp mine as they lay on her shoulder.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Coco is worth every bullet I fired.

Chapter Four

Coco

I never really liked the season where rain is a constant friendly reminder that bugs are everywhere. The soft pitter-patter on the window brings my tired eyes to the ceiling as I open them, groaning and trying to block out heavy sounds with my sheer willpower.

My body thrums with hot shivers. I shift my position and move away from the inhumanly warm body beside me. A low whine from the back of my throat receives a faint chuckle in response, and I turn my head to see Daddy almost on to the top of me.

I blink groggily. My thoughts are slow and unhelpful as the pressure between my legs makes me shake. The trembling doesn’t stop as his big fingers spread and part my tight walls. His calloused thumb roughly plays with my clit, and my body acknowledges the familiar touch by releasing more slick.

Embarrassingly hot, I shake my head and tremble as an orgasm wreck through my smaller body. A vague thought occurs to me, and I wonder how long he’s been up, touching me in my sleep. Then I remember that Daddy knows how to make me fall apart with simple strokes, so it could just be minutes.

“Daddy?” my voice cracks as I call for him.

He hums, bringing his lips down to my lips and smiling against them. His wicked fingers leave the tight hole and rub my juices on my throbbing clit; Daddy draws out the aftershock of my orgasm with a purr in his chest.

“Don’t mind me, princess.” His tongue runs along my throat, finding the quickened pulse as sleep dissipates.

“It’s hot, Daddy—no,” I murmur, moving away from the hot breaths fanning across my skin.

My hands are clammy when I try to push him away, but he’s more superior than me in strength and motivation. My thighs part around his hips, and a spark of thought hits me. My panties are gone, and I always wear them to bed, no matter how hot it is.

“Let me do the work, baby.” His words are sweet honey in my ears, luring me to a sense of pleasurable haze, but that is just a fantasy spell he casts on me.

My folds part for the thick head of his cock as his hips surged forward, making mine flush with his as his girth breaches my little hole. Having not been with him for a while, the pain of being split apart is more painful than I remember the first time Daddy took my virginity.

My body’s first instinct is to push him away and tighten my body to stop the intrusion even though he’s already balls-deep, but my body still tries by squeezing his girth. Daddy’s pained grunt reaches to my ear, and I force myself to relax; my nails dig into his back with trembling fingers.

“It hurts, Daddy!” I sob, tears flowing through my green eyes as I stare at the ceiling.

His hair brushes my cheek as he nuzzles the side of my face; a grin is plastered on his lips, and I could feel it on my skin as he peppers my cheek with kisses. It’s his way of making it up to me for being so rough, but that doesn’t take away the pain of being forcibly taken by his massive cock.

He and I know that he’s not a small man, and I’m someone who is not used to pain because avoidance and cowardice were my go-to motto when I was on my own.

“It has been a while since you smelt like me, baby,” he murmurs.

A stab of guilt punches me my belly, and my walls coil around his throbbing girth hotly as I let go of his back while soothing the marks on his skin from my nails.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I say, and it’s probably the most common sentence in my life for as long as I can remember.

If I have any inclination of maybe disappointing him, I would have this apology ready on my lips because I would rather resolve the issue before it gets out of hand. I hate conflict; it scares me, and violence gives me nightmares.

It’s ironic that I would choose to be with one of the most violent men everyone knows.

“It’s fine, princess. Daddy said, you could go out and explore, and I won’t change my mind about that.”

He tilts up; his dark eyes reflect nothing in those abyss colors. The color contrast on his skin from his toned body and the obsidian ink causes a lump in my throat, and I can’t help but trace one the designs on his arm.

Rocking his hips, he pulls his cock out and my pussy clamps down to stop him from leaving. Daddy pushes back in, parting my quivering folds and hitting a spot that gives me stars in my eyes.

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