Lesson Over

“S…sir…”

“It's Joe. Or Daddy.” He smirked, playing with a strand of my hair. His hand was still around my neck, keeping me tamed.

“What…what if April finds out?”

“Who's gonna tell her?”

Like Father, Like Daughter, huh? But God, why was I considering his sick offer? I knew better…

He picked me off the ground with one hand around my waist, like I weighed nothing.

Lord forgive me, but maybe I don't know any better.

I got dumped on the bed. I crawled inside, scared to death but there was another feeling. Anticipation. And more wetness gathered in my inner thighs.

He crawled in too, slowly, like a predator coming for his captured prey.

I crawled further, stopping next to the headboard. He came for me, grabbed my hand, and the next second, he cuffed it to the headboard.

“Sir!”

He cuffed the other hand, ignoring my shriek. I yanked my hands violently but they wouldn't come unloose.

“What are you doing?!”

“The fuck, Willow. Didn't you just read a damn smut? How do the guys keep their little fuck toy when they're about to devour her?”

My panic reduced a bit. He was right. Most of them were chained up. Did he already know I was coming and had the chain ready? Or has it always been in here?

Wait…did he say devour?

I watched him undo his belt. Breathing was getting harder for me. Slowly, he opened his fly and dragged down his pants. He threw it on the floor. Then his hand came for his briefs, and he took them off too. His eyes never left mine.

My eyes popped at the terrifying length of his dick.

He didn't seem perturbed or the least bothered that he was stark naked in front of me.

His broad hand pulled my legs, straightening them. I gasped as he dragged my pants, taking them off me.

The chill air hit my bare legs, making me shudder. His hands came for my top, taking it off in a swipe. I was just in my panties, and I was shaking and discolored in embarrassment.

His eyes ate me up and then he licked his lips.

“You don't know how long I've imagined what you looked like behind all those tacky, oversized dresses you wear.” He confessed.

I almost shrieked when he crawled further. His mouth landed on my right nipple, and I jerked instantly.

“S..s…”

“Daddy.” He whispered to my face, hungry-eyed.

My brain was on fritz. I couldn't argue. I couldn't think. He had me in some kind of spell.

My mouth parted and the word softly rolled out. “Daddy…”

“Good girl.” He smirked, and his mouth returned to my boobs while his other hand squeezed my left boobs. He was sucking at first, and God, it felt good.

It felt…it felt…amazing. I couldn't hold back my moans. But then he stopped sucking and began feasting. He was literally biting and tugging with his teeth.

There was no pleasure there. Just a stinging pain that caused my body to squirm uncontrollably. But my resistance was buried by his massive weight on me.

He left the right one and pounced on the left. Sizing it up recklessly in his hands before devouring it.

All I could do was whimper and squirm. But my predator wouldn't let me go. When he finally did, he had a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Fuck, Willow. Those boobs are perfect. You're perfect.” He breathed out, biting my lower lip. I gasped, not because of the bite but because of his fingers teasing my very wet and sensitive nub.

“Daddy…”

“Shussh.” He whispered to my lips. He was panting. Not out of fear. Just a morbid arousal. A need to wreck me. “You stay quiet and let me do my job.”

He wouldn't hurt me. I knew that. But again, he would hurt me. I also knew that. But somehow, I stayed silent.

He slid a finger into my tight hole and I jerked, letting out a whimper. But his body pinned me down.

“Shush,” he whispered, our lips grazing but not kissing. Tears were slowly building in my eyes.

“It…hurts…”

“I know. I know what you are, Willow. That's why I'm going easy.”

Easy? This was…easy?

“Oh My God!” I cried out loud as he began thrusting the finger in and out of my tight, little hole.

“Shush.” He whispered again and softly clasped his hand on my mouth. Another finger entered, intensifying the pain.

My scream was muffled by his hand and my squirms humbled by his body. There wasn't a chance for me to break free from this spine-busting pain.

It lasted seconds or minutes, I don't know. But soon, the pain subsided a bit and was replaced by a simmering pleasure. It was a rough mix of pleasure and pain.

In. Out. He pumped harder, until I was tearing up. Until tears rolled down my face. But he didn't stop. He couldn't. He seemed possessed.

“I never imagined I'd have you moaning for me.” He whispered under his breath.

My breathing doubled at a bubble arousing between my legs. He went faster until that bubble exploded and I was a shuddering, mumbling mess.

Liquid rolled out of my little hole. He moved lower, settled his face between my thighs, and ran his tongue all over it. All over my throbbing clit.

I bit my lower lip at the pleasure. At the pain. At the…

“Fuck, you taste delicious.” He husked out.

I didn't know what to say. I didn't even have the strength to speak. I was just trying to catch my breath. I shut my eyes briefly but they popped open at the mild pain.

I looked down and he was rubbing the cap of his dick on my entrance.

“That's…that's gonna…hurt…” I was on the verge of breaking down into real tears.

“I'll try to be gentle,” he said, licking his fingers and rubbing them on his cap. Then he began pushing it in.

I jerked, jerked again, and let out a soulful whimper as I felt his whole weight sliding in.

He leaned forward, resting his body on mine. His hand was on my mouth again. His eyes were holding my teary gaze.

“I have a confession, Willow…” he whispered. “I've always…always…fantasized about being your first. Always.”

My eyes grew wide but there wasn't enough time to process his confession. He already began moving his hips, and the pain began building up.

“That hurts….” I managed to whisper, but the rest of my words went muffled because of his big hand.

The gentle thrust lasted for seconds and soon, he was thrusting at a crazy pace.

Oh My God. Fuckkkk!!

Tears flooded down my face at the unbearable, searing pain.

Please…please…

“Your tight hole takes me so fucking good.” He grunted out.

Please…it hurts!!

He was grunting, biting my lower lip at intervals as he pounded my little, virgin pussy. There was no pleasure in this. None. Not even a bit. Maybe a little bit.

Please…

“You okay?” He whispered, slowing his pace. He brushed my sweaty cheeks with a kiss.

“No. Yes. I mean….”

His hand was on my mouth again as he began thrusting deeper. Until he was hitting a spot over and over.

I felt my inner muscles slowly clenching around his dick. There was that feeling again…and boom!

Fuckkkkk!!

My thighs were shaking vigorously at the intense orgasm I just had. My whole body was shaking actually.

“Just a little bit more…” he was struggling to keep his voice steady. His fingers teased my nub as his thrusts became a little more fierce.

I was a squirming mess. A whimpering mess. I would be a screaming mess if his hand wasn't on my mouth.

Soon, he became a loud grunting mess. He plunged deeper inside me, until a more prolonged grunt forced its way out of his lips.

He pulled out quickly, tapping his dick on my releasing his load, while shuddering and grunting.

“Fuck, Willow. Fuck!!”

He reached for my hand and dipped my fingers in the load he spilled on my body.

“Lick.”

I hesitated. He, again, guided my fingers to my lips, waiting for me to open my mouth. I did, slowly, tasting his cum. Licking every bit of it off my fingers.

He grinned. “Lesson over. You were a good girl, Willow.”