Page 13 of Lesson on Depravity

“Daddy doesn’t mind your curious nature, baby, but I want you to come back to me at the end of the day.”

I have had a taste of freedom for those two weeks, and I loved it, but living in a constant state of fear of being found by Javier rushed me back into the safety of Daddy’s arms. I thought I was going to miss the days where I had my own space, but I find that missing Daddy had been a huge consumption of my day.

“You don’t?” I ask, wanting to know if I had heard wrong.

I want to be able to walk out of this neighborhood and into the business area for a job. I have my eyes on one position at a well-known company, and I want to work there because my research told me that the treatment of employees was the best and most honorable.

If I want to leave this part of my life behind and become a woman that I can be proud of, then I want that job position to be the start of my new chapters.

“What do you think, princess?” Daddy asks, panting against my cheek as he pumps his hips.

My nipples drag against his hard chest, the pebbled points ache from his crude thrusts as my moan breaks through the barrier of my teeth. I want to cum, but my clit is so sensitive that being tugged on through every thrust spur a blistering buzz down to my toes.

The convoluted line between pleasure and pain ends when Daddy rolls his hips, roughly dragging my clit and my body locks in a frenzied orgasm. My throat closes, body shakes, and my thighs tremble in exertion as I sob out his name with my hoarse voice.

“Tell me, baby, what were you thinking about?”

It takes me several long seconds to understand what he’s asking me, but his thick cock proves to be a better distraction than the strong waves of aftershock throwing twitches at my sweaty body.

“I-I want—ah!” My voice spirals down to a moan, sensitivity in my pussy goes to overdrive as I beg for him to slow down.

“Daddy, wait. I’m too—” I choke on my words as he quickens his pace, the pummeling of his girth seems to be bigger. “I’m too sensitive!”

He hushes me. “Go on, Coco. What were you going to tell Daddy?”

Before, it was Sahara Desert dryness in my throat, but it’s the Pacific Ocean on my tongue as I swallow the excessive saliva. It’s disgusting, but it’s necessary for me to tell him what I think before I lose myself in the throne of pleasure.

“I want to… I want to leave here.”

His hips slam against mine with eyes of a demon as he glowers down at me, teeth baring with the white slash of a sneer. Daddy is terrifying when he wraps his hand around my throat; the difference in strength and size is evident through the emotional hold on me as I stay completely still.

I shouldn’t have said that. Or I should have phrased it differently. Daddy is angry, and he’s disappointed that I would say something as audacious as that bold statement.

“You want to leave?” His words are hurtful in terms of desolate coldness and distant resentment.

As I open my mouth to correct myself, Daddy’s moving again, and it’s a pace too fast for me to catch up. His hands find my hips, throwing me off my balance and onto my knees as he shoves his big cock deep inside of me.

I bite my tongue as a hurried cry erupts from my lips; this position stretches me more as the soreness catches up to me the moment he had pulled out. Cool night air brushed against the inner part of my thighs, stroking the slick coating on my skin and bringing the shivering of my body to a maximum as he fucks my pussy with vigor.

Daddy fists my hair in his strong hand, yanking my head up from the pillow and opening my mouth for sobbing cries to emit.

“Why would you want to leave?” A hint of mockery leaks from his sadistic tone. “Daddy has done everything you want. I gave you a place to sleep, I fed you, and I give you all of my love—and you want to leave?”

Oh god, I can hear the disappointment in his voice. This isn’t how I want this to be, but his thrusts break my concentration and any coherent thoughts that formed in my head to resolve this misunderstanding.

My head drops on the pillow when he releases my hair, and I keep my head bowed as the pillow soaks up my moans. The cushion of the bed form harsh indents on my knees; they’ll bruise tomorrow, but that’s not the problem right now.

“It’s not—that’s not what I meant, Daddy.” I fist the pillows under my fingers, the tight knot in my belly explodes once more, and I’m left with the brunt of his wrath as he fucks me through the third orgasm of the night.

When Daddy is unforgiving, he is the cruelest monster. No one can leave unharmed, and I’m always his victim in his ambiguous love.

“I want to be better for Daddy,” I manage to gasp out, shuddering as the squelching from his savage thrusts breaks the silence of the night.

“You don’t have to be anything,” he sneers through a clenched jaw. “Just be a good girl and let Daddy take care of you, baby.”

He doesn’t ask why I want to leave this territory where he is the boss and provides all the protection in the world. He doesn’t really care why I want to leave either; he just wants to make sure that I know he doesn’t approve of it through his voice.

He loves me. That much I know. He’s just not the most open-minded when it comes to certain topics regarding my ability to be on my own.

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