Page 17 of Domination

A moan of pleasure whooshes from her parted lips, and I thrust harder, emphasizing my statement.

“Oh. Oh, god, Daddy,” she screams, and I duck my head, burying it into her neck, and sink my teeth into her skin, sucking hard and marking her as mine.

Something I’ve never done before.

Ever.

Gracie

The moment he wraps his thick hand around my throat, my orgasm hits me like a freight train. His body jolts in time with mine, then he buries his face in the crook of my neck and sinks his teeth into me. Stars dance in front of my eyes before his cum floods me and trickles between my asscheeks, but he continues thrusting, milking himself of every drop of cum, and coats me in his essence.

A chill racks through me at what I’ve just done. Holy shit, he came inside me.

“I-I’m not on birth control,” I whisper, guilt forming in the pit of my stomach, and I tap his shoulder, hoping to grab his attention. He pushes his hips forward again. “I’m not on birth control. Daddy, stop! I’m not on birth control.”

I swear I feel him smile into my neck, but when he pulls back to focus on me, his face is a mask of indifference.

A tear falls from my eye as his gaze roams over my face. “Shhh, Little Pet. Daddy will sort this. I have adoctor on hand. He can sort this for us, don’t cry, okay?” His smooth voice should relax me, but the thought of him having doctors on hand sends a rush of jealousy and anger through me. How often does this happen for him? Am I not his only pet?

I push him back, but he doesn’t budge, only angering me further.

Then he grips my hair and yanks my head back, causing my neck to stretch while I blink back the shock of his rough action. “Little Pet. Behave. I said I’d sort it, and I will. Now, Daddy’s going to pull out of you, then you’re going to lick my desk clean as I spank you for misbehaving.”

My eyes bounce over his face. “What the?”

He wrenches my hair again, and I cry out. “Behave. I’m going to look after you,” he warns, so I attempt to nod. “Good girl,” he croons, and I’m so conflicted. His words are such a contrast to his actions, but I want to please him.

When he slides his cock from me, I miss the feeling of being stretched, filled, and needed. Not giving me a chance to dwell on it, he spins me to face the desk, pulls my ass back, and tears my panties off me. Forcing my neck against the mahogany desk, he says, “Lick.”

A sharp crack fills the air, then, as if distracted by the sounds, his slap burns my skin. “Lick!”

Oh, shit.

There’s not a lot but enough to leave a mess. I swipe my tongue through the cum. It’s salty and warm and tastes of him.

“Good Little Pet, cleaning up your mess. Keep licking.”

Smack!

A sob bubbles in my throat, but strangely, my clit throbs as he strokes over my heated ass. The forbidden nature behind our actions has me eager to comply.

Smack!

Again, I lick at the wood. My pussy drips with desire at how utterly filthy this is, but for once in my life, I feel like I’m being controlled in the best way. This is as much about my pleasure as it is about his.

Smack!

“Hmm, I can’t wait to fuck this ass, Little Pet.” His hands tighten on the globes of my ass, pulling them apart, then I hear him spit before it lands in the crook of my ass. “Fuck, your ass will look divine leaking with my cum.”

My clit throbs, begging to be toyed with. “Please.”

“Do you like being Daddy’s slut, Little Pet?”

Oh, god, I do.

“Y-yes.”

His thick fingers move between my legs, and I stifle a sob of relief. “Keep licking away my cum, Little Pet, while Daddy plays with you and your sopping pussy.”

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