Who's A Good Girl?

Amelia's POV

I was gone half way, I felt like a third party, so I can barely explain the ways he took me. My life is over. I will always go back to him no matter what. What he gave me, I knew it was one of one.

He aggressively dragged us both to the deepest depths of hell. He kept going while I felt like I was sinking and floating at the same time.

I felt the tension increase, the heat coming from his cock similar to fucking hell fire, burning my throat. His dick grew inside my throat and within the next second, a crazy huge and thick load of cum, coated my throat.

I looked up at him to see his tense shoulders finally relaxing, although he was still vibrating hard against me, until he pulled out roughly and spilled the rest of him all over my breasts and chest.

He nodded repeatedly like a robot, his eyes blazing with excitement as he stared at what he had done.

There's no way I didn't look abused. I doubt I could move my mouth if I tried. My hair was in complete disarray, my breathing doubled. I was completely exhausted, tears had ruined my makeup.

“Who's a good girl for daddy?” He asked, gloating like a fucking bastard. No wonder he was avoiding me. He's too much. Next time he might actually kill me.

I looked away, not sure if I was mad or excited.

“Don't be like that, come on. It gets better.” He claimed, reaching for my face and running his hands through it with a curt smile. I winced slightly because of my mouth when he touched me at first.

Yup, it's in bad shape. I'm shocked I could even breathe. Now this is the Dane I know though. He seemed really calm, looking all glorious in his beautiful nakedness.

“So, who's a good girl?”

“Me.” I mumbled, pouting, and at this point I wasn't even mad anymore. I lived for the attention he was giving me.

“Are you okay?” I was almost sure I saw sincerity in his eyes for a second before it vanished. It's like he was fighting it, but it was fighting him right back. I couldn't figure him out no matter how I tried.

“Am I okay?” I eyed him in return.The audacity.

“What made you think you could do that?” I yelled at him. He shrugged his shoulders.

“I didn't. I just didn't care. You would've sucked anyway, and you seemed to enjoy it just like I did.” Then he smiled to himself.

Fucking asshole. Asshole because he was damn right. I think I want my lips wrapped around his cock again for character development or something.

I just watched him head back to the kitchen, wipe himself up with a napkin and proceeded to send me to his bathroom to wash myself up. Bastard.

I obeyed, taking my time to wash him off my skin under the running water. I might hate his room, but I surely loved his bathroom. It felt like a whole skincare routine in here. The man took good care of his space.

When I was done, I cleaned up with a towel and headed back downstairs in a robe, all cleaned up.

He apparently went back to cooking.

“I've seen you a couple of times without makeup, but it's still shocking how beautiful you are without it. If I didn't already know you're a demon, I would've mistaken you for an angel.”

My stomach flipped and my cheeks heated. He just complimented me! He called me beautiful! Now what the fuck is wrong with me? I tried to lower the excitement.

“Thank you.”

He smiled and I stood there, watching him like we earlier agreed on, until he was done cooking. Chicken soup or so, and he seemed to have cut the chicken into tiny chunks, and my stomach rumbled because it smelled amazing.

I was literally salivating. All I've had for dinner is cum. Some real food wouldn't hurt.

He dished into a semi bowl and headed to the living room couch. Uh, I'm hungry as well?

When he sat, he faced me, tapping his thighs.

“Come sit on daddy's laps.” Best invitation ever. I reached him excitedly and sat bridal style. He started feeding me the soup instead. Okay, we shared it. Watching him chew and swallow was beyond teasing.

The warmness and the burn, best things ever. It's as if the food brought me back to life.

“Let's take care of your mouth because there's more where that came from.”

He's insane.

“I have no plans to let you anywhere near my mouth again actually.”

He smiled to himself.

“You don't get to decide that, baby girl.”

Damn. Whatever. I was too busy enjoying my dinner anyway.

“It's so good.” I squealed at one point, taking the last spoonful.

“I know. I made it.” He dropped the bowl and started kissing me all over my neck and jaw, careful not to make it hurt.

This man felt like a drug. I felt so owned and taken care of by the time he was done with me.

“I love kissing. I love kissing you.” He admitted, reaching for my face again for one last, short kiss. My heart danced in my chest. Seems I'm developing a tiny crush.

I admired his honesty. He was barely stingy with compliments too.

I was so tempted to scream same, but I've lost enough steeze for the day already.

After that, he ordered me to get dressed so he'll take me home. I obeyed and we were soon walking out the door.

I had to redo my hair and everything to avoid looking crazy.

“Your keys.” He asked once I reached for them and was about to leave.

“My car keys?”

“Yes.” I handed it over.

“Go and sit down in the passenger seat. I'm driving.”

I didn't even complain. I didn't realize how exhausted I was until we left the mansion walls. It was dark out, but I won't say I was already unusually late.

His crazy big frame swallowed up the whole seat. In fact he looked quite funny.

“Why are you driving this? Smells a lot like you though.” He didn't seem pleased at all as he looked through the car I've very much customized to suit me by the way.

“What do you mean? It's a nice car.” This car was released just last year and Dad bought it for me. It's a decent car and I'm in love with it.

“It's barely enough for you.” He was seriously complaining and it shocked me. Barely enough?

“Well, I like it so it doesn't matter. If you don't want to take me home, let me, I'm perfectly capable.”

He started the ignition and drove off all within the speed of light.

When we arrived, he got down.

“All safe and sound.” He said as I got out to take the wheel.

“How will you get home?”

“I have my ways.” I believed him, saying goodbye to him as I finally drove in.

I headed upstairs as fast as possible and changed into shorts and a camisole for bed when I heard a knock on my door.

“Millie? Can I come in? I know it's late and I'm sorry but–”

“Sure sure, yeah, come in.” I nodded my head like she could see. She walked in, holding a tiny frame.

“How are you feeling? Are you alright? Is work stressing you out?”

“What about you?” She smiled.

“I'm really good. Thank you. I hope you are too. So, I came to show you this.”

She flipped the frame around and showed me a portrait of my dad that she painted with acrylic paint. Yes, she's an artist. A really cool one at that. Apparently dad put up a studio for her and I've been there a few times. It felt magical to be in there sometimes.

I absolutely loved the painting. Dad was looking at something, looking so normal like he wasn't a rich icon. I loved how she captured that.

“Do you like it? Made it for your dad, shy to show it to him–”

“Are you kidding? Of course I like it. It's so beautiful, and he would be so appreciative! You're really good. You should try selling some. I could maybe help you post on my socials–”

Yeah, I'm kind of a big deal too with my huge following, since well, my dad. He's given me everything.

She shook her head.

“No, no, I'm not ready yet,” She laughed nervously. She's really shy, isn't she?

She's so sweet though, times like this when she wasn't all up in my business.

“Don't worry, he'll love it. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Thank you.”