Page 21 of Be a Good Girl and Choke on this D*ck
Barely a breath apart now, my head tilts back, and our eyes clash. His are bright—an icy blue that wasn’t noticeable before—and I wish I could see more. Refusing to break first is the hardest thing for me. I’m a naturally submissive woman, and challenging the man in control of my body is beyond difficult, but he needs to understand that there are things I need from him, too.
Reaching behind me, Daddy grabs something off the shelf before kneeling at my feet, tapping my leg so I lift it for him. Glancing down, I see he’s grabbed a fire engine red pair of heels for me to wear. Doing as requested, I allow him to slide each one on. The size is perfect, and as he gets back to his feet, I admire the way they form to me like a caress.
“Close your eyes,” he demands, his voice softer than I’ve ever heard it as his fingers grip the chain of my necklace and tug until it’s so snug, I nearly choke. My eyelids shut; his hand slides around the back of my head and fists my hair as he tugs, extending my throat and arching my back to stave off the sting of pain.
When his lips softly touch mine, I melt into him. My arms wrap around his neck, fingers dive into his hair, and my body presses close to his until he holds me tightly while devouring my mouth.
I’d like to say I allow him the power and control,but the truth is, I’m addicted to how he makes me feel when he’s like this. Pushing up into the kiss, I lift a leg to wrap around his hip as he cups my ass cheek under the dress and pushes on the end of the plug, making me whimper into his mouth.
When Daddy draws away, he presses his head to mine, and my eyes remain closed, taking his lead during this critical moment for us. It’s far more intimate than anything else because he’s giving me a piece of himself that he’s kept hidden.
“Open your eyes, sweet pea.”
I immediately follow his instructions, and I’m struck by his beauty and my recognition.
“You,” I say with a smile. “I wondered if that was you that night.” Touching his jaw, my fingers graze his skin, feeling as much of him as I can. Loving the soft growth of facial hair, while tracing a scar that runs along his eyebrow and down to his cheek. “I wanted it to be you.” Pressing my lips to his, he allows me the chance to do as I please.
Our tongues gently touch, my heart rate spikes, and my body throbs for him to own me. To make me his completely.
“Daddy.” The gasp erupts as my body moves against his. “Own me, Daddy. I’m yours.”
He growls into my mouth, nipping my bottom lipas he picks me up and bangs my back into the shoe shelf, making some rattle and clatter to the ground as he unbuckles his dress pants. The heat of his cock burns my pussy. I’m soaked for him, so he lines himself up and slams inside.
Screaming at the invasion while reveling in it, my eyes close, and my head drops against a shelf. His hips piston in and out like a man on a mission as he bites along my throat and down my chest. He pops my breasts out of my dress and wraps his lips around one of the stiff peaks as his teeth brush the sensitive skin, triggering a moan, and my body lights up.
“Harder, Daddy. God, it’s so good.” Basking in his touches, in his volatile pounding of my pussy, I erupt into a medley of bliss and need. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, oh right there, yes, fuck!” My shouts of ecstasy fire him up. He attacks my body until it’s painful, but ultimately, sends me into fits of delight.
“Fuck, this pussy, she treats Daddy’s dick so fucking good.” He shifts to the other nipple, both now tingling and throbbing, and it all becomes too much with the way he plays me.
His aching hardness fucks deep inside my body while the plug makes things tighter, and the balls of his piercings rub along places that can’t otherwise be reached. When my nipples feel like they are about toburst, I try pushing him off, but Daddy remains immovable. He sucks harder, deeper, and when I feel liquid on my chest, I glance down to see milk leaking from the nipple being plucked by his expert fingers.
“What did you do?” I groan as his sucking tugs at my desire.
“Don’t you remember my fingers in your ass early this morning? God, it was so fucking tight and perfect.” The memory is hazy; I was still so tired and love drunk. “Well, I inserted a little tablet to help you lactate because Daddy wants more than just to fuck you and knock you up. I want to feed from your body like a wild beast. I want everything from you, sweet pea, and now I’ll have it.” He’s so pleased with himself.
Before I can respond, the piercing at the end of his dick rubs against my clit, and my body readies itself for another orgasm. One much more powerful than before.
“Daddy, it hurts.”
He licks along my throat, then bites down until it feels like he’s pierced my flesh before moving up farther.
Murmuring in my ear, he says, “Good. Daddy wants to hear you scream and watch you cry. The way I crave hurting you is criminal, but I promise always to make it better, baby. Let go and giveit to me.”
His lips move back to my nipples, and he sucks until my body explodes, spanking my ass, hitting the end of the plug, and driving his dick in deep. Holding himself still, Daddy groans against me, not stopping until he feels like it.
Breathless, he kisses lightly up my body, catching my mouth as he whispers, “Tell me, sweet pea, tell me everything.”
It’s like he knew the words were ready to burst from my chest. “I love you, Daddy. Please, never let me go.” The thought alone has me ready to cry.
“Never. You’re mine forever, sweet pea.” Our lips clash as he sucks my tongue into his mouth, pouring every one of his feelings into the kiss before pulling back and whispering against my lips, “I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you, and I’ll love you until the day I die.” The repressed tears fall freely now, and as he holds me through the storm, I accept that he means what he says, and for the first time in my life, I feel like I belong.
CHAPTER 12
Dark
Before we left the house, Leonard ensured that the venue staff, as well as the seamstress now measuring Hael, knew to keep my name out of their mouths. My woman may have won with the mask removal, but I want her to be used to referring to me as Daddy rather than Dark. Everyone has called me sir so far, and due to their discretion, they’ll all leave with a hefty tip for their time.
Watching my future bride laugh and animatedly talk with the woman measuring her for a wedding dress she knows nothing about is something I’ll remember until my deathbed. She’s kind, sweet, and listens when people speak to her. She’s open and honest, always considerate of others’ feelings. The exact type of woman I want raising my children.
