Mistake Me Again, Daddy! 3 (15)

~Sadie

Bound tight in that humiliating arc, I was entirely helpless.

The blue light cast harsh shadows across the room as Garret stood over me like an absolute tyrant.

There was no escaping him now. The lingering thrill in my chest vanished beneath a fresh wave of raw terror as he leaned down and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back until my neck was completely exposed.

He didn't ease into it. He clamped his mouth onto my breast, sucking my nipple with a brutal, punishing force that made me shriek.

He bit down hard, marking me, treating my skin like something he owned. Before the sharp pain could even settle, his heavy, calloused palm came down flat against my exposed cheek.

My head snapped to the side. The force of the slap left my face burning and my vision swimming in white spots.

Tears poured down my cheeks in thick streams, but before I could choke out a plea, he brought his mouth down on mine.

It wasn't a soft kiss, it was an invasion. His tongue thrust deep into my mouth, tasting his own slick sweat and my spit, claiming every inch of my breath while his other hand slithered down between my tightly bound thighs.

He shoved his fingers straight back into my dripping center, working three of them with a fast, savage rhythm that made the metal shackles bite into my wrists.

He jammed his thumb hard against my clit, fingering me so wildly that my hips bucked uselessly against the mattress.

Every slap of his palm against my wet skin, every deep bite into my breast, sent shockwaves of pain and terrifying heat straight to my brain.

"Daddy... Daddy, please!" I sobbed against his mouth, completely unraveling.

Garret pulled his fingers out, leaving me gasping and wide open. He gripped his massive, oil glistening cock and lined the blunt, monstrous head up directly against the tight entrance of my pussy.

The size of him pressing against my unyielding flesh made my breath catch in my throat.

He leaned down, his dark, drug blown eyes locking onto mine from inches away.

His hot, heavy breath fanned across my flushed face.

"It's going to hurt, bitch," he growled low, his voice a dark, terrifying promise.

Before I could even process the warning, he slammed his lips over mine to smother my voice, and violently shoved his hips forward.

A muffled, blood curdling scream exploded into his mouth as he forced his way inside.

Even with all his fingers and my own wetness, my body fought the impossible size of him. He didn't fit, he couldn't fit all the way but he tore straight through my resistance, embedding the thick, brutal head and half his massive length deep into my tight warmth.

My body went rigid, my spine arching as far as the rope would allow. Pain flared through my core, but Garret didn't hesitate for a single second.

He clamped his hand around the back of my neck, locking his mouth over mine to swallow every desperate scream I tried to let out.

My shriek turned into a series of broken, muffled moans that echoed inside his throat.

Then he began to pound me.

It was wild, ruthless, and completely unhinged. Garret drove into me with terrifying power, his heavy hips slamming against my bound form over and over, making the heavy mahogany bed frame creak violently against the floor.

Every relentless stroke stretched me past my limits, turning the raw pain into an insane, chaotic blur of agony and forbidden pleasure as he fucked me like a man entirely possessed.

He kept pounding into my tight warmth with relentless, punishing power until a low, guttural roar tore from his throat.

He yanked his massive cock out of my pussy just in time, his entire body shuddering as he spurted his hot, thick load all over my flushed, heavy breasts and chest.

He unbuckled the steel shackles and unknotted the rope binding my legs, finally freeing my aching limbs. I collapsed onto the sheets, gasping for breath, my whole body trembling.

"Caress your breasts," Garret commanded in a low, gravelly bark, his dark eyes watching me intently under the blue light. "Rub my cum all over them."

I didn't hesitate for a single second. I reached down, my hands trembling as I spread his warm slickness over my aching nipples and skin, rubbing it in just like he ordered.

Before I could even catch my breath, he dragged my body toward the edge of the mattress and dropped his heavy head between my widely parted thighs.

"Oh... god!" I gasped out.

His tongue slammed into my dripping pussy, licking, flicking, and sucking with a wild, hungry intensity that made my hips buck off the mattress.

He pushed his tongue straight into my hole, plunging as deep as he could go until I felt completely filled by him.

He rolled his tongue inside me in deep, rhythmic circles, working my clit with his fingers at the same time.

My hands flew out, gripping the silk bedsheets so tightly my knuckles turned white.

Outlandish, broken screams tore from my throat, words and noises that didn't even exist in a dictionary.

The intense sensation sent me flying straight over the edge, and I exploded into another violent, gushing orgasm right into his mouth.

He didn't waste a drop. He pulled back, hauled himself up over my body, and slammed his mouth over mine, forcing his tongue past my lips to exchange my own sweet juices with me mouth-to-mouth.

As he pulled back, he suddenly bit down hard on my lower lip, hard enough to break the skin, letting the taste of blood blend with our slick spit.

He stood up from the bed, his dark eyes still burning with cold, dark authority. He walked over to the corner of his room and pulled out a heavy wooden bondage stool, dragging it over to the side of the bed.

"Get up," he growled. "Put your hands through the slots."

I scrambled off the mattress, my legs shaking, and placed my wrists into the padded wooden slots.

He slammed the wooden clamps down, locking both my hands securely in place, forcing me into a bent over doggy position with my bare ass arched directly toward him.

He grabbed the thick bottle of oil from his nightstand, uncapping it and pouring a generous, cold stream straight down between my ass cheeks. My skin prickled as the cold oil ran down my crack.

"Try not to pass out," Garret warned, grabbing the back of my neck in a firm, suffocating grip.

He lined his massive, oil-slicked cock up with my tight rear and drove himself straight in with one ruthless, devastating thrust.

"AAAGH!" I screamed into the dark room, my eyes widening in pure shock as the intense stretch tore through me.

He didn't give me time to adapt. He began fucking my ass with terrifying force, every three brutal thrusts accompanied by a loud, stinging slap flat across my bare, bruised ass cheeks.

The wild mixture of agonizing pain and dirty, forbidden pleasure overwhelmed my entire nervous system.

My screams echoed off the high ceiling as he pounded my ass until he hit his absolute limit, roaring as he filled my tight rear with his hot, heavy release.

He unlocked the wooden clamps, and I collapsed helplessly onto the hardwood floor, breathing heavily, my body completely spent and covered in sweat, oil, and little blood that dripped from my lips.

He grabbed me by my waist and lifted me into his arms like a newborn baby, carrying my weak, limp body straight into his master bathroom.

He turned on the warm shower, holding me under the spray as he washed the sweat and fluids off both our bodies.

When he turned off the water, he wrapped a plush white bath towel around my shivering frame, carried me back into the bedroom, and set me down on my feet near the foot of the bed.

The second his hands let go of me, my rubbery legs completely gave out. I collapsed straight onto the floor with a soft thud.

Garret let out a low grunt, scooped me back up into his arms, and tossed me gently onto the center of his king sized bed, pulling the thick, warm duvet all the way up over my shoulders.

He walked over to his vanity, grabbed his leather wallet, and pulled out a thick stack of hundred dollar bills. He walked back to the bed and casually tossed the money onto the mattress right beside my face.

"It's late," Garret barked, his voice cold and devoid of any lingering heat. "And since you clearly can't walk, you can leave tomorrow morning. That's your f*e."

He leaned over me, his dark, terrifying glare locking onto mine.

"If I find a single thing missing from this house when you leave," he growled low, "I'll hunt you down, kill every single member of your family right in front of you, and make you wish you had followed them. Got it?"

Without waiting for an answer, he climbed onto the other side of the bed, pulled the covers over his broad shoulders, turned his back to me, and fell asleep within minutes.

I lay there in the dark under the warm duvet, my aching lip bleeding slightly onto the pillow, my core burning, and a massive stack of cold cash sitting inches from my face.

A quiet, helpless chuckle bubbled up in my chest, turning into a soft, secret laugh into the dark room.

I knew I was completely insane. I knew this was dangerous, wrong, and utterly messed up. But damn... it was the best sex of my entire life.