Mistake Me Again, Daddy! 2 (14)

~Sadie

"G-Garret... wait…"

The weak warning barely left my throat before panic completely took over. I spun on my high heels, desperate to bolt back out into the hallway, but Garret moved with frightening, monstrous speed.

His massive, calloused hand shot out and clamped onto the back of my crimson dress.

The violent force with which he yanked me back tore the delicate metallic straps right off my shoulders.

The fabric ripped loud and clean in his grip, sliding straight down my waist and pooling around my feet, leaving me standing completely bare under the dark blue light.

A sharp, terrified gasp tore from my mouth, devolving into a helpless, shuddering whimper that sounded entirely too much like a moan.

I trembled violently, my eyes darting back and forth in absolute terror, from his dark, furious face down to the gargantuan, vein ridged cock throbbing in front of him, and then back up to his eyes.

I locked my gaze onto his, silently pleading, praying for a single spark of recognition. Look at me! It's Sadie! I'm Avery's friend!

But Garret was completely gone, his pupils blown wide, his expression consumed by a terrifying, drug induced lust.

"Garret, please…" I swallowed hard, my back slamming flat against the closed bedroom door as he closed the distance between us, his heavy shadow completely swallowing me up.

"On your knees," he growled, his voice a low, vibrating thunder that shook the floor beneath my bare feet.

My lips shivered so badly I couldn't form a single word. My voice was entirely choked off by a paralyzing mix of fear and an insane, shameful rush of heat spiking through my stomach.

"On your knees!" he roared, slamming his palm against the door right beside my head.

The sheer, terrifying authority in his command broke whatever willpower I had left. My knees buckled, and I sank straight down onto the hardwood floor right in front of him.

His monstrous cock sat mere inches from my mouth, glistening with oil under the blue lighting.

My hands trembled violently as I reached out, my fingers wrapping around the base. It was so impossibly thick my fingers couldn't even meet.

There is no way, my mind screamed in panic. Nothing can make me take all of this... it's going to tear right through me.

Before I could even figure out where to start, Garret reached down, his large hand tangling tightly into my hair, and shoved the heavy, blunt head of his cock straight into my mouth.

A violent gag ripped from my throat as he filled my mouth entirely, the sheer size of him forcing my jaw open to its absolute limit.

My eyes widened in pure shock as his fingers tightened in my hair, holding my head firmly in place while he began to push himself deeper.

Tears welled in the corners of my eyes, blurring the dark blue shadows of the room as tears and warm, thick drool spilled helplessly over my bottom lip, dripping down my chin.

Garret didn't care. His large hand held my head in a tight, iron grip, his hips thrusting forward into my mouth with a slow, relentless rhythm that drove the heavy head of his shaft straight against the back of my throat.

Every time he pushed deep, my whole body shuddered from the overwhelming size of him.

Desperate to relieve the agonizing pressure in my jaw, I reached up with both hands, wrapping my trembling fingers around the base of his cock.

I worked my hands up and down the part of his length that couldn't fit into my mouth, combining a tight, frantic handjob with the deep, wet suction of my lips.

"Fuuuck..." Garret groaned, his head tilting back as his broad chest heaved. "Sweet... that's it, little bitch. Faster... go deeper..."

I couldn't fight him. Driven by pure survival and the intoxicating, dangerous power of his low groans, I forced my throat to open, taking another inch of his massive length at my own cost.

My throat burned, my eyes watering heavily as I swallowed around him, giving him everything I had.

Suddenly, Garret tightened his grip on my hair and yanked my head backward, pulling his cock out of my mouth with a loud, wet sound.

I collapsed forward onto my hands and knees, gasping for air, coughing as saliva trailed from my lips onto the hardwood floor. My jaw ached so badly it felt unhinged, my throat raw and burning.

"I want you to take it all now," Garret barked down at me, his voice thick with unyielding, drug fueled authority.

My jaw felt completely dead, my vocal cords so weak I could barely make a sound, but I managed to look up at him, shaking my head frantically.

"I... I can't..." I rasped out, my voice a pitiful, broken whisper.

"You got paid for this, bitch!" Garret snapped, completely deaf to my pleas.

He reached down, grabbing my chin in one broad hand to force my head up, and lined the thick head of his cock back up with my parted lips.

This time, he didn't slam into me. He began pushing his length back into my mouth slowly, inch by brutal inch, forcing my jaw open wider than I thought humanly possible.

My eyes fluttered half-closed as my senses overload. I couldn't even scream; the sheer thickness of his cock plugged my throat completely, stretching the muscle to its absolute, agonizing limit.

I gripped his thighs for support, tears streaming down my cheeks as he kept pressing forward until he hit the absolute back of my throat, and even then, a terrifying portion of his massive cock was still left outside, unable to fit inside me.

The absolute insanity of the situation hit me all at once.

This was supposed to be terrifying. It was supposed to be pure, agonizing pain, yet a deep, dark part of my brain was buzzing with an electric, filthy thrill.

All those late night BDSM videos I had secretly watched in the dark, where the girl sobbed through the raw intensity but still moaned from sheer pleasure... I was living it right now.

And God help me, I was crazy enough to be curious about just how far this would go.

Garret pulled his massive cock out of my mouth with a wet slick sound, and I collapsed forward onto my palms and knees, choking for air.

My brief rest didn't last five seconds.

He leaned down, grabbed my arm, and yanked me up to my feet before bringing his heavy, calloused palm down flat against my bare ass cheek.

A sharp gasp tore from my throat as the sting burned across my skin.

Before I could recover, his hand reached around to the front, cupping me through the thin fabric of my lace panties.

I gritted my teeth, fighting with everything in me not to react, but the moment his fingers pressed firmly against my hot, swollen center, a loud, helpless moan escaped my lips.

Garret let out a dark, low chuckle right against my ear. "Did you dip your panties in cum, bitch? Look how fucking wet you are..."

Without another word, he gripped the sides of my panties and ripped them apart, tossing the shredded lace onto the floor.

He didn't waste a second before shoving two thick fingers straight into my dripping heat.

"Ah!" I cried out, my back arching off his chest.

His two fingers felt bigger, thicker, and far more dominating than the clumsy three fingers boys my age usually fumbled around with.

He set a brutal, fast pace, his thumb grinding hard against my clit. Just as I thought I couldn't breathe, he drove a third finger deep inside me.

The sheer sensation nearly sent me out of my mind. "Ah… Daddy!" I groaned, the word ripping out of me completely unbidden.

He paused his fingers inside me, his dark eyes burning into mine under the dim blue light. "Do you want this?" he growled.

"Yes, Daddy!" I screamed, completely abandoning any urge to fight.

"Weren't you just crying a second ago?" he taunted, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he began working his fingers inside me again. "Do you want to cry and get fucked together?"

"Yes! Yes, Daddy!"

The violent friction of his thick fingers sent a sudden, explosive wave of heat crashing straight through my belly.

My inner muscles clamped down tight around his hand as a wild orgasm ripped through me, my body shaking violently as I gushed over his fingers.

Garret pulled his wet hand back and shoved his fingers straight into my mouth. "Clean it off," he commanded softly.

I sucked his fingers clean without a single second of hesitation, tasting my own slick juice mixed with his skin.

He scooped me up into his broad arms like I weighed nothing, tossing me face down onto his massive king sized bed.

Before I could push myself up, his heavy hand came down in a brutal, direct spank straight against my bare, sensitive pussy.

A high pitched scream echoed off the walls, a mixture of shock and sheer, shameful pleasure making my toes curl into the sheets.

"Stay there," he barked.

I lay helpless on the mattress, tears still trickling down my flushed cheeks, but a wicked, dazed smile spreading across my red lips.

Garret walked over to his dark mahogany wardrobe, opened the bottom drawer, and pulled out heavy metal shackles and dark leather straps.

He turned back toward the bed, the metal clinking ominously under the blue light.

"On your knees," he ordered.

I pushed myself up onto my knees instantly, my whole body trembling with anticipation.

He pulled my arms behind my back, snapping the cold steel shackles around my wrists. He then looped a thick, sturdy rope through the cuffs, pulling it down to bind my ankles securely to my wrists.

I was completely folded, locked in a tight, inescapable kneeling arc. I couldn't stand up.

I couldn't run. I could barely even shift an inch on the bed. I was completely at his mercy, open, bound, and waiting for whatever ruthless thing Avery's father was going to do to me next.