Page 31 of Sugar Daddies

Chapter Nine

Pepper

Time eludes me.

I’m dizzy, confused, and desperate. The blinding light above my face throws my eyes another hallucinating loop that viciously mocks the delirious pleasure singing in my blood.

A shiver breathes up my spine. A hand softly cradles my jawline, there’s a sticky mess between my throbbing thighs.

Bite marks littered on my body; they still tingle with a sense of urgency and the expectation of another brand of ownership to join in. It doesn’t come, and it draws a shudder of response from my body. Something hot tips in the curve of my sore butt and the oxygen moistens the soiled sheets with the number of orgasms that avoided me.

Mr. Stephan was merciless; he’s a man of his words when he said he would make me learn from my mistakes, and he lives up to the reputation of his beast of a body. He is breathing normally. It’s as if I had no effect on him unless I count the straining bulge on his briefs.

Other than that, I would have thought hecouldn’tfeel pleasure.

I am wrong.

He feels, and he feels through the leaking cum of his cock pushing on his briefs and the rushed moves of his hand when he undressed.

I was in and out of the blackness of my world. Daddy had pulled me out of the need to sleep with a slap to my swollen pussy that Mr. Stephan had played with for at least twenty minutes, and not once did he let me cum.

The hand that cradles my face is Daddy’s. I know his hand from Mr. Stephan’s, and he is luring me into a false sense of security when he caresses my cheek.

His back is against the headboard, legs trapping my upper body to feast my eyes on the thick, leaking, and angrily red cock in front of me. It’s intimidating, to say the least, he’s not a small man, and my energy had been depleted faster than the sinking of darkness that claws at my eyes.

“Get to work, little girl,” Daddy hisses; the wildfire spreads across my skull when he yanks my head up to see the fiery passion in his eyes.

This isn’t about my pleasure, I’m the one that did something bad, and it’s my punishment for the rest of the night. They are generous about their reprimand of my disrespectful manner. I thought that they would do something more severe to me.

I know they won’t hurt me in ways that many would call abuse; the type of pain they bring to my body threads with pleasure, and the line between them blurred from the beginning.

I trust them wholeheartedly. If one gets too rough, the other will step in because they know my body more than I do.

Mr. Stephan pushes my spine down after he had lifted my butt in the air, exposed and dripping with the fruits of his labor. I’m way past humiliation; he has ruined me, and I cantastethe words on my tongue for him to put me out of my misery.

Opening my mouth, I lap at Daddy’s cock slowly, and it takes me a while to get used to moving after so many minutes of controlling my movements.

I hate that I loved every moment of it. I was brought up to heaven by the hands of a sinful devil whose sole purpose is to let me go so I can be a fallen angel. I would be in the same sin as him, and we would be tied together in a limbo of lust.

I’m too sensitive to take Mr. Stephan’s cock, but he doesn’t care as he places a damp hand on the dip of my waist, and he rocks his shaft inside.

My pussy is too small for him, and that doesn’t stop him from trying. He’s determined to break past the straining walls and have his cockhead kiss the deepest part of me. I’m stretched so tightly that I can feel the thick pulse of his vein dragging through my most sensitive part.

Feeling a different cock in my pussy that Daddy has claimed as his own feels like betrayal coursing through my veins; helplessness mixes with pleasure because for as long as I have known, I only belonged to Daddy.

This change is not unwelcomed, but the indecisiveness picks at my love for Daddy, and it shouldn’t affect how much I love him.

It’s the new love that forms in my heart for Mr. Stephan.

I’m scared of this change. I’m scared that this will alter what I have with Daddy, and it will change what I mean to him. He will forever be my Daddy, and no one can replace him in my heart, but Mr. Stephan is already a permanent resident in my soul.

Whether I want it to or not, this is happening right now, and I’m at a loss as to what steps I should take when tonight is over.

Which one will leave?

“Pay attention, little girl.” Daddy fists my hair to bring my lips to close around the thick head.

I have experience sucking his shaft, but he’s never this rough with me. He’s always worried about me choking. He has as great a length as his girth. Daddy is a masterpiece, a beautiful specimen that is all mine.

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