Craving Daddy…

Beth.

I didn’t bother to stand.

Something told me I was better off preserving my energy, and not testing my strength when my head rolled on my shoulders like a ball caught in a storm.

I crawled instead onto the big bed and lay back, spreading my legs wide the way he wanted.

My heart was slamming so hard I could hear it in my ears.

Was this how Sasha felt all the time?

It would explain her need to get fucked every two days.

Daddy walked to the chair in the corner, and the clinking of a belt pulled me out of my thoughts. My eyes latched on the black leather belt in his hand as he came back to me.

“What—”

“Shhhh. Daddy is going to do as he pleases now.”

My mouth snapped shut.

He knelt between my open thighs. For a second I thought he was going to whip the belt against my pussy, make me feel pain and then give me pleasure with his tongue.

I braced for it.

The darkness in his eyes told me it was a defining thought he wanted to act on, but he reached for my waist and flipped me onto my back with one hand.

He grabbed my wrists, wrapped the belt around them, and buckled it tight before flipping me back to face him.

The leather bit into my skin as I tried to adjust to the new development.

I tested the restraint.

No budge.

My arms were locked.

I was at his mercy.

Then he started kissing me.

Not my mouth but everywhere else.

Soft, open-mouthed kisses along my inner thighs that made me twitch.

The underside of my breasts.

The soft curve of my stomach.

He licked a slow stripe up between my tits and I moaned, the sound low and raspy.

The sensations were heightened every time I shifted and the belt dug harder into my wrists.

The sting only made my pussy throb worse.

“You like that, don’t you?” He growled. “You’re really your mother’s daughter. No matter what I did, no matter how rough I got, she always came back. She’d open for me. She’d make these soft, pleasing sounds while she offered her holes for me to pour my darkness into.”

His words thrilled me more than was normal.

“Daddy—”

“Do you want that too?” Daddy pressed his mouth over one nipple and he sucked. Hard.

I arched off the bed with a broken little cry.

“Do you want my darkness too, Princess?” He switched to the other, biting just enough to make another cry rip out of me.

“Yes, Daddy, I want it.”

With my response, he soothed my nipples with soft licks. “Good.”

Daddy dragged his mouth lower. Kissed the soft skin just above the waistband of my panties.

Then he licked me right through the cotton in one long, filthy drag of his tongue over my covered slit.

I moaned loud. Embarrassingly loud.

“That’s it,” he murmured against me. “That’s how Mommy moans for me. You’re doing so fucking well, Princess.”

“Do it again,” I breathed, bucking my hips up to his mouth.

He chuckled, answering my desperate attempt with another long lick. My toes instantly curled.

“Fuck, Daddy.”

“Mmmhmm? Want more?”

“Yes…”

He hooked his fingers into the sides of my panties and dragged them down my legs. Cool air hit my bare, dripping pussy as he tossed the damp material aside.

He slid one thick finger between my lips and pushed. The sound that came out of my mouth wasn’t human.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “So fucking tight.” Then his finger stalled. “Are you…?”

I nodded violently. “I haven’t let anyone touch me,” I whispered, hips already trying to rock onto his finger. “I was waiting for you, Daddy. Only you.”

His eyes flicked up to mine.

Dark. Hungry. Endless.

“You kept all this for me, Princess?”

I nodded again, breathless at how his words rumbled in my core. “All this for Daddy. It’s all yours.”