Punish me Daddy! 3

In three long strides, he was standing right in front of me, clearly enjoying the view.

Every movement.

Every twitch.

Every plea.

Every arch.

Every moan.

Every dare.

“You’re really begging to get punish aren’t you,” he asked, his gaze dark, tone laced with intent.

“Yes Dante,” I begged. “Please.”

He grabbed me by the ankle and in one swift motion. He pulled me forward, closer. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his thighs.

“Come here,” he said with his teeth clenched more than necessary. He undid my legs around him, and slowly, he both trailed and traced his fingers and eyes on my lips. Like he was thinking of every possible way to punish me.

To ruin me.

He lifted me up like I weighed nothing at all, threw me over his shoulder, in a fireman’s position, and I felt my stomach twist with a mix of excitement and fear.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked, my voice fraying.

“To punish you, Emily.” He kicked the door to his room open with his foot and threaded each step with care to his mattress. He threw me on his bed.

“Kneel,” he commanded.

I did.

“You’ve been really bratty these past few days, Emily.” He said, slowly tugging on the drawstring of his sweatpants. His gaze burning right into mine

“Now why don’t you show me what that bratty little mouth can do.” He pulled down his sweatpants, the fabric pooling around his ankle, and his dick sprung out of his pant, like it had been waiting to be sucked all day.

“Suck on it, Emily,” he whispered, his hands reaching my face to grip my jaw.

I did.

I adjusted my position on the floor, sitting properly on my heels to take him. I spat on it, slowly, and used my hand to massage him. He arched more into my hands. I let it slop through freely as I looked up at him.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he said, he voice low and demanding. He slipped away from my palm and grabbed my hair.

“Open up,” he shoved him cock right into my mouth, slamming the back of my throat and I choked but he didn’t stopped. He just kept going, rocking more into my throat.

“How’s that for punishment?” he said taking his shirt off as he kept fucking my mouth. My eyes glistened with tears now, my own saliva dripping down my chin. Each thrust sent a new wave of pleasure raking through my body, and I felt my core clenching with the need to feel him.

I slowly placed my hand and the front of his thigh to push him back but he just gripped tighter, thrusting into my mouth.

“Fuck! You’re so beautiful like this,” he groaned. “Taking my big dick like a good girl.”

“This what you want? You like it don’t you?”

I couldn’t answer so I just nodded desperately as I took him in.

“Take it all in,” he groaned, his jaw clenched. I opened my eyes in surprise, I couldn’t take all that length down my throat, but I didn’t dare object.

I choked a moan, he grabbed my hair again, and positioned me to push his dick deeper and he did. He slowed how his pace and stroked my mouth one last time, I almost couldn’t breathe I just chocked, moaned, and sobbed, tears streaming down my eyes in relentless pain turned pleasure. He didn’t move, he just held his dick down my throat.

“Yes! Fuck...Good girl,” he groaned with his eyes closed. Then he slipped it out and I fell on all fours, coughing, relentlessly, my body still throbbing with want.

“Look at me princess?” he commanded. “You sure you still want to be punished?” he asked, tightening his grip around my hair. “Still want to take daddy’s dick?”

“Yes Dante, I want all of it.” I begged. “I want to be punished so bad.”

“Come here,” I stood up, and immediately crashed my lips on his, so he could have a taste of what he had done to me. And he didn’t relent to kiss me with just as much need. The kiss was all heat and tongue, clashing with raw need. It was slow at first before it turned sloppy. I parted my mouth a bit, giving him completely access to my tongue. He sucked on it and moan tore out of my throat, I gasped into his mouth. My fingers threading roughly into his air as he grabbed me on the ass.

He landed his palm in one hot spank on my ass and I jerked. My body vibrating from the pain turned pleasure.

“Look at you, so fucking needy for me,” he growled. “You want this dick, baby?”

“Yes Dante,” I whispered. “I want all of it.” I sobbed. “I want your cock deep inside me.”

“Still calling me Dante?” he growled, his teeth gnashed as he lifted me and threw me on the bed and I felt my stomach twist with excitement.

He parted my legs, and held it up before pressing it down above my head. I moan at the sight of him, looming over me like that.

“You’re gonna be a good little slut for me won’t you?” he murmured.

“Yes Dante.” I moaned.

“That’s not my fucking name,” he said as he landed me the first thrust and a scream tore straight out of my throat. “Oh, Fuck!!”

“That’s it baby,” He murmured. “You want all of daddy’s cock, don’t you?”

“Yes Dante.” I managed to say in-between moans.

“Dante?” he asked as he slowly pressed harder into me and I felt my waist buckle. It was big.

Too big.

“Dante—” I begged placing a hand on his stomach to push him back but he just kept thrusting, slow and deep and I felt him all in my stomach, every inch of him stretching me out. “Please...I can’t—"

I sobbed, my voice breaking, fingers threading into the sheets for anchor.

“This is what you get for being such a bad girl.” He whispered. “You’re gonna be a good girl for daddy won’t you?”

I nod.

“Use your fucking words, brat,” he gripped me by the throat, as he picked up his pace, slamming into me with a force that made my stomach twist.

“Oh, my—” I screamed....”Daddy!” I moaned.

“Good girl,” he smirked as he kept thrusting into me, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. “So fucking tight for me.”

“Look at you, so fucking wet for me,” He groaned as he kept thrusting into me. I felt the tension pooling in my stomach.

“It feels so good, Daddy,” I begged, my eyes rolling back and forth, and that one expression triggered something wild inside of him.

“Don’t it? He smirked. “You my dirty little slut aren’t you?”

I nod, frantically.

“Say it,”

“I’m your little slut,” I gasped, my body shuddering with need.

“Better!” he urged.

“I’m your little slut, daddy,”

“Good girl,” his grip around my neck tightened as he slammed faster into me, and my eyes rolled all the way back.

“That’s it princess,” he murmured. “You like it when daddy fuck you hard, don’t you?”

“Yes, pleaseee, don’t stop,” I sobbed. He dragged his dick in and out with such control, it made my head dizzy with pleasure, hitting the spot that made my body twist. He kept going faster, the sound of our skin clashing, filled the room.

He slowed down his pace and dragged in and out of me slowly, I adjusted myself, to balance on my elbows, watching as his long thick, dick thrusted in and out of me with slow precision.

“See that, princess ?” he asked. “See how perfect your tight little pussy clenches around my dick?” I nodded, desperately.

“Good girl,” he slipped his thumb into my mouth and made me suck on it, then slowly, he held my clit down with just the right amount of pleasure as he slammed into me.

“Fuck, daddy...” I whimpered, my body arching more into his dick exactly the way he wants it. “Fuck me,”

“Oh I will, Baby,” He groaned, holding my waist down, fucking me hard the way I want it and rubbing on my clit with his thumb all at the same time. Slowly, I felt the tension build in my stomach.

“You’re gonna cum for me baby?”

“Yes yes, I’m gonna cum so hard for you.”

“Not unless I tell you to,” he murmured. He leaned in to kiss me and the position of his cock shifted inside me and I sobbed his name, arching more into his touch.

“Daddy...I can’t—” I begged, rolling my eyes instinctively before I could even finish the sentence.

“Yes you can baby,” he whispered. “Hold it in for me, baby,”

He rolled his hips back and forth, increasing his pace, dragging out sounds I didn’t even believe I could make. He leaned forward again and gently wrapped his fingers around my neck, grinding deep. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, as he placed gently kisses on my neckline.

Just when it felt like I was going to lose my mind—

“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered and I broke. My hips buckled as my body shook brutally from waves of pleasure, convulsing with aftershocks. Ragged moans and broken sobs tore out my throat. He didn’t stop fucking me.

“That’s it baby,” he smirked as he kept thrusting into me, working me through the aftershocks. “Let it all out for me.”

I did.

“You gonna let, daddy cum for you?”

“Yes, please.” I begged, my voice hoarse from pleasure. “Cum all over my face, Daddy.”

He slipped out of me, adjusting himself upward, positioned in front of my face.

“Open that pretty mouth for me,” He commanded.

I did.

His load came out fast and hot on my face and mouth. He groaned as he stroked himself spilling his cum all over my face and mouth.

“Swallow.” He commanded, and I didn’t hesitate to drink it up, gulping down every single liquid spilt into my mouth.

“Good girl,” he groaned, collapsing beside me.

“How’s that for a punishment?” He asked, still heaving heavily from the shock.

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I just stared at him, a dirty smirk dancing along my lips.

“Merry Christmas, Daddy,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.