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Oh,his sweet little baby girl.
There was a protective streak there that he very much enjoyed, since it was directed at him, but he couldn’t condone her making important decisions without talking to him. Especially decisions that affected him.
"Which is good, because I'd like you to stay." While it was soon—far sooner than he would have anticipated—he thought they had a good thing going and he didn't see any reason to change it.
She blinked at him, like she didn't quite understand what he was saying, and once shedid, her expression turned disbelieving.
"You don't mean that."
Kawan felt his lips quirk. "I assure you I do."
"But... you can't. I can't." Now she was beginning to look rather stubborn and she tried to tug her hand away from him again, but Kawan didn't release his hold.
"Why not?" he asked, honestly curious. It seemed clear to him that she wanted to stay.
"Because I'm not going to use you that way!"
"You aren't using me, I'm offering," he pointed out with some amusement. "Besides, users don't try to reject offers. I already know you're not using me." Something flickered across her face, an emotion too fleeting for him to pin down, but he had a feeling he knew its source. "I think the problem is you're worried thatotherpeople might think you're using me. Which is unlikely, but even if they did, I don't care. What matters is that you and I know."
Surprisingly, rather than give in, her expression became even more mulish.
"Just because you're willing to be used doesn't make it right." She tugged on her hand again.
Kawan studied her for a long moment, pleased when some of her stiff demeanor slid away under his heavy perusal. She began to look more uncertain the longer he remained silent. Perhaps it was time to stop being so logical and start being her Daddy, since she wasn't willing to listen to reason.
Rather than giving up her hand, he used it to pull her up out of her seat and flipped her over his shoulder. Squealing, Melody's leg's kicked as she ended up with her bottom in the air.
"What are you doing?"
"Reminding you who's in charge." He slapped her upturned ass for good measure, making her shriek. "You couldn't make me do anything I don't want to do, baby girl. Now, this is only going to end in one of three ways: you can either give me a good reason whyyoudon't want to live here, you can say your safe word, or you can agree to live here with me until such time as our relationship ends."
"What? You're... Daddy! We need to talk about this!"
"One of three ways, baby girl." Carrying her over his shoulder like a prize he'd won, he headed for the living room.
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Daddy was evil.
Melody had heard about a Hitachi before, but she'd never used one—or had one used on her—before Daddy strapped her wrists to her ankles, set her literally hanging off the edge of the coffee table with her upper body supported by the hard wood, and then pressed the fat head against her clit and turned it on.
The intense vibrations were like nothing she'd ever experienced before, and she went from curious, mildly aroused, and stubbornly refusing to agree to live with him, to crying out from an almost painfully fast and intense orgasm within seconds.
Then, when she was still gasping for air, he gave her four hard swats—two on each cheek.
"So, are you going to keep living with me, talk to me, or say your safe word?" Daddy asked, and she could hear the amusement threading his voice.
He thought this was funny?
She gritted her teeth. "I shouldn't stay here!"
"That's not one of the options, baby girl." Before she could say anything more, the whirring noise of the Hitachi filled the air again and the rubbery bulb pressed against her open pussy lips. Daddy moved it down her slit and back over her clit and Melody screamed as she came again, her toes curling as her body jerked and spasmed.
These weren't like usual climaxes, they didn't build and release. No, they were beingrippedfrom her, an involuntary reaction that both turned her on and infuriated her.
It also demonstrated her Daddy’s absolute control over her body, and her complete inability to make him do anything he didn't want to do. But he had to realize how it looked—how it would look to everyone. Melody hadn't even told her parents about her housing switch-up, although she knew she would have to eventually.
