Page 106 of The Trust We Broke
I repeat the action. My aim is better this time, my spit landing on her pussy, dripping between her lips. “Use it. Show me how you were fucking yourself without me.”
Her fingers swirl in it and force it inside her. Her back arches again, and my cock throbs.
I drop down a couple of steps, then kneel. The stairs are painfully hard to kneel on. But if I know Bug like I think I do, she’s enjoying the bite of them as much as what her hand is doing.
“Good girl,” I whisper. “Look at you, dripping for me. Did you think you could hide, and I wouldn’t find you?”
“I wanted—ah!” I tugged on her ankle, dragging her down one step. She tries to scramble, to fight the movement, but I have her.
I always have her.
“You wanted a little pain. Some bruises. To be fucked until you made me forget my own name. You wanted Daddy to ruin you.”
“Yes.” The word is more of a cry, but that single syllable is enough to light a fuse beneath my skin.
“What you need is to learn who owns that pussy, now.” I lean in close enough to see the way her folds glisten and thighs tremble. “I can smell you. So fucking wet for me like a good slut.”
And then, I strike.
My mouth closes over her, and I’m anything but gentle. I tongue-fuck her like she’s the only meal I want to eat for the rest of my life.
Cries echo off the metal and concrete.
Her clit pulses against my tongue, and I lash it, fast and merciless. Her fingers find my hair, yanking hard, but I dig deeper.
“You don’t get to come, yet,” I snarl against her. “Not until I say.”
She sobs. “Please, Daddy.”
The words rip at my insides, and I rear back, eyes locked to hers as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Turn around,” I command. Then, I crawl up the last few stairs.
She scrambles onto her knees, slipping once before catching herself. The movement is awkward, likely painful, but she’s so fucking obedient, it makes my cock leak.
When she gets to the top of the stairs, I reach behind me to flick the light on so I can see her better. It flickers intermittently and is so low in wattage, it barely helps.
But when I bring her into focus, she’s on all fours at the top of the stairs, back arched, legs wide, pussy and ass facing me.
I unbuckle my belt as I walk up the stairs and yank it from my jeans, folding it in half between my hands. “I love you bent over for me like an animal, Bug. Is this what you wanted when you ran?”
I palm her ass, then, slap it.
She nudges forward, her head down. “Yes, Daddy.” The words are a half sob, half moan that drives me insane.
This time, I use the belt. Not hard, but enough to leave a red stripe on her ass. “You deserve that for running away from me. Now, and back then.”
“I’m sorry,” she says, looking back over her shoulder. Those fucking tear-filled eyes of hers get me every fucking time.
“Again?” I ask, holding up the belt.
“Yes,” she says.
“I’ll mark you again. So you feel me tomorrow, every time you sit. Every time you walk. You’ll remember who you belong to.”
This time, I use a little more force. But even in this state, I don’t truly want to injure her. Then, I drop the belt with a clang on the stairs.
“Now, beg for me.” I grunt, freeing my cock.
