CHASTITY

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ONE MONTH LATER

“You know what Daddy needs, now it’s your job to give it to me, baby.”  Magnus’s rippled torso catches the light from the sunrise.  My fingers tingle as they bury deep into the tufts of dark hair that adorn his chest.  I love his body hair, the way it winds down from his torso, pointing the way to his cock and then decorating his legs.  “You’re going to give Daddy one of your very special mouth hugs.  Your mouth.  My cock.”

He knows mornings are not my thing, but this is important to him and I love making him happy.

He settles on the edge of the bed. I’m a tangled mess, as usual, my hair has a mind of its own, especially after sleeping on top of Daddy all night.  No, that’s not quite right.  Yes, I was on top of him all night, but he was also inside me all night.

He said that’s been one of his fantasies since the moment he met me.  Sleeping with his cock inside me.  And I love making his fantasies come true.  Because he makes mine come true every day.

“I’m yours Daddy.”  I roll over and curl myself around where he’s sitting.  My mouth is already watering as I inch-worm my way over until my face is on his naked lap.  The coarse texture of the hair on his thighs rubs against my cheek.  “Can I put it in my mouth?  I want it very, very much. I want you, Daddy.  I always want you.  My pussy is wet already.”

I creep forward half crawling, licking my lips as his dark eyes follow my movements and he gently pets my wild hair away from my face.  His arm darts to the bedside table, coming back with a ponytail holder and he makes quick work of getting my hair out of the way.

He has to watch, he always wants to watch.  I think that is my favorite part.  Well, one of them anyway.  I have so many favorite parts of my life with Daddy, it’s hard to pick, but the way he looks at me is definitely one of them.  The look in his eyes tells me so much.  He looks at me like I might disappear at any moment and maybe this is the last glimpse he’ll ever get.  Every moment he makes me feel like I’m the most important part of his life. 

“Lick it, baby.  Be a good girl, start with your tongue today.  Daddy wants to see you lick it like it’s your favorite lollipop.”

My hand shoots out from under me, taking hold of his full erection.  It’s rarer for me to see him without one than with one, and I have to say I love his desire for me.  And he needs to know I desire him, that’s what he needs from me, so I try to tell him and show him whenever I can.

My tongue reaches out and taps at the slit where I see the drops of liquid waiting for me.

I bat my lashes as I moan, tasting him on my tongue, watching as his eyes drift.  I swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock and take a quick, playful bite, making him laugh.

“Now, don’t get yourself in a pickle, little one.  You keep that up...  Your bottom is still red from last night.  You want another layer of ouchies, you just keep that up.”

I curl the tip of my tongue around the deep ridge, under the helmet, which is already throbbing and turning a deep bluish-purple from all the blood. I love that part, when I can feel how much he wants me, when the tip is soft and hard at the same time. 

I follow the vein that stands out like a slithering snake on the top side, flicking my tongue and teasing up and down until he lets out a pained sigh.

“I loved sleeping with my cock inside you, baby.  You know that’s my favorite way to sleep with you.  Daddy needs that.  He needs you to want him all the time, like he wants you.  When you fall asleep on my chest like you do, with my dick clutched in that tiny, tight pussy, you make Daddy so happy, Angel.  Just like you are doing right now.”

I’m getting lost in the moment, moaning as I lick up and down, getting him slick with spit just the way he taught me.  I never dreamed I would love this so much, but I do.  The flavor of his cum is the best way to wake up, and we always start the day with loving each other.  Daddy calls it our ‘know and show’ time.  He needs to know how much I want him, and he needs to show me how much he wants me.  Always.

I pop up onto my knees.  The sleepy feelings are gone and the tingle between my legs is better than any coffee.  Daddy got me off already with his fingers this morning.  He likes to finger me while I’m still sleeping, making me cum when I’m still half in my dreams.  He whispers wonderful, dirty things in my ear when he does it and I cum almost immediately.  He knows my body and what I need even better than I do.

Then he usually gets up and showers, does some work while I sleep a bit more.  He’s like a machine.  I think he only sleeps four or five hours a night, whereas I’m barely functioning with my eight or nine. 

“That’s such a good girl.”

The tip is tapping at my tonsils and I’m sucking so hard the sound of my effort fills the room.  I used to be embarrassed about the funny little noises that come with sex, but Daddy taught me very quickly there is nothing to be embarrassed about.  When it comes to us, I’ve learned it’s all about our love, and there is nothing bad about love.  It made me feel so secure.  He likes that I’ve turned into his little sex toy.  And I like that he wants me that way, too.  He told me no one else has ever made him even think of the things we do together, and I love that we are the first for each other in so many ways.

My own sounds of pleasure as I feel his erection tighten under the slick skin match the grunts and curse words that he’s letting out in generous portions.  I love listening to him like this, making him nearly helpless, lost in the moment.  Giving him so much pleasure that he loses himself completely.  He has power over me, but he tells me over and over that I’m really the one running the show.

“Fuck, Angel, you suck my cock so good, your mouth should be sainted.”  He lays back on the bed, throwing his arms straight up over his head, giving me even better access.  I kneel next to his hips, working up and down as my boobs bounce under me, slapping against his side with every down stroke.

I gather his balls in the palm of one hand while the other twists and pumps along the base of his cock, and Daddy’s hips tighten in an upward thrust, sending the thick head down my throat until I see stars.  The gagging sounds start, but Daddy likes that too, and the tears fill my eyes. 

“Take it all, sweet baby.  You’re making Daddy cum, princess.  Just a little more, take it, make Daddy so happy——”  The tension in his voice reaches for the ceiling with each word.

The curse words start again and I open my throat so that the head of his cock can fill it.  The explosion starts with a jet of hot cream, and I instinctively begin to swallow.  I drop one hand down between my legs, playing with my clit as my own release spins and tightens inside of me.

We cum together, in a fit of moans mixed with Daddy’s swearing. 

His cum is dripping down my chin, joining the happy tears that cover my face from the effort I always put into sucking him.  He gives me so much, has given me so much...  This is one way I can show him how much I appreciate him.

“Fuck, baby, how do you get better at that every time?  You nearly sucked me dry.  I may never find my balls again, the way you deflated them.”

I giggle, and he sits up, immediately kissing me.  He loves when his cum is on my lips, and this time I have a surprise for him.

“Why are you holding your lips closed, baby?  You know I want to give you a big girl kiss.”

I smile, then open my mouth, sticking my tongue out just a little bit so he can see.

“Oh, sweet girl.  You know I love to see that.  I know how hard it is to hold it in your mouth.”  He leans over and holds my cheeks tight, looking down at me as I hold most of his load in my mouth.  He looks so proud it makes my heart soar.  “Rub it all over you.  I want to see you wear it for me.”

He dabs two fingers into the slick cream on my tongue, then starts to rub it on my tightened nipples.  Another moment and he sees my fingers are still down between my legs.  A gruff smile breaks across his face, slicing his beard open with the sight of bright, white teeth.

His hand cups over mine, moving my fingers inside me.  “Angel, you keep your fingers in that pussy of mine.  I’ll busy myself making sure you have my scent all over you today.  I want everyone to smell me on you, to know you’re mine.”

He lets go and brings his hand under my mouth, and I release his cum into his cupped fingers, then give him a broad smile.

“Are you nervous, babygirl?”

He starts to rub the slick combination of spit and jizz down my breasts, over my soft belly.  My breasts.  Down the insides of my thighs.

“A little.  But you’ll be right there, so I’ll be fine.”

“Keep playing with that clit, baby, I didn’t tell you to stop.”  He waits for me to do as I’m told before he continues.  “And yes, you are right, I will be right there with you.  You just answer the questions they ask, tell the truth and then we’re done.  My attorney will be there to intervene if needed.”

“But what if they ask about what you did?”

“Then answer.  I’m not afraid—I was protecting you.  Besides, they aren’t interested in what happened after the fact, baby.  Andrea was right to file a complaint against that piece of shit, and you have every right for your story to be told as well.  What he did broke the law, he’s lucky this is just a company investigation.  I can’t believe he has the nuts to try to fight his dismissal.  But, stupid is as stupid does, I suppose.”

He shifts on the edge of the bed, reaching down and I hear the snaps on his prosthetic coming off.  I shudder with delight as I’m sure I know what coming. Something special, something I asked him for a week ago, embarrassed that he would think I was perverse.  But, ends up, it’s become one of the ways he can make me cum almost faster than his mouth.  And he loves to see me cum, even this way.

“Lean back baby.”

He brings up the base of his leg.  The smooth skin curved with a deep silver scar that reminds me of a smile.  I call it his other mouth now and I spread my legs as he brings the flesh at the base of his leg to my pussy, rubbing and gliding up and down.  Increasing the pressure and tempo.

“I’m going to cum again if you keep doing that.”

The sight of his massive, naked body is almost enough to send me over the edge, but the gleem in his eye makes it almost impossible to hold back.

“Don’t you cum, Angel.  You didn’t ask permission.”  He pulls back leaving me feeling lost for a moment.  “Hold that thought baby, today is a special day.”

He flips me over onto all fours with one swoop of his hand, making me flail around and suck a startled breath into my lungs.  My heart is already thumping faster and faster because I love when he manhandles me like this.

“I’m sorry, I was just telling you——”

His hand squeezes over my mouth, stopping my words.  “That’s the problem, baby, you don’t tell me.  I tell you.  Now, look up in that mirror.”  He points toward the wall with a straight arm.

Just yesterday, Daddy installed a giant mirror over the headboard of the bed. 

I squeak from under his hand.  Even as he moves behind me he’s powerful enough to keep me in place.  I look up to see us both centered in the massive reflection, and I know now why he wanted the mirror.  Seeing his form behind me makes me bleat, a mixture of pleasure and awe.  The sight of us together only makes me realize just how huge he is.  The beard, the muscle, the hair all over his body as he looms above my pale, crouched form is enough to send a gush of lady juice out of me, my body instinctively submitting to him.

“I’m going to fuck your ass today, my little princess.”  He moves a finger to tease at my tight bud making me flinch.  “That’s what the mirror is for.  I want you to see how beautiful you look the first time I fuck your tight little ass.  I know you’ve been saving it just for me.  Daddy’s so ready, baby.  Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.  You’re ready, I made sure so it won’t hurt.”

His finger glides down my ass to enter my drenched opening, gathering out my slick juice and rubbing it on his cock.  I’m mesmerized by the vision in the mirror.

Goosebumps pepple my flesh delves inside me again, taking more of my slick lubrication and playing with it circling around my tight back entrance, pushing a finger inside to make me slick and ready, in and out, in and out.

“You ready, baby?”  He takes his hand off my mouth and places both of them on my ass.  Pulling my butt cheeks apart, knowing he needs to see everything.

I nod, almost on the verge of an orgasm just from the anticipation that this is finally happening.  He’s been preparing my body for a month, working first one finger inside my ass, then two, before he and I played with a couple toys.  He can make me cum easily now from the ass play, and now that it’s really time for him to put his cock inside me, I’m so excited I can barely breathe.

“I’m ready, Daddy.  I want it.  I want it in my ass.  Please, please.”

The pleas are all he needs.  He says my begging is his undoing.  It reminds him how much I want him and need him, and he says that is what keeps his heart beating everyday.

“Good girl.  Now, you keep your eyes on yourself, I want you to see what you to remember the look on your face the first time my cock slides inside your ass.”

With that, the tip of his cock slips to press against my back entrance, easy, even pressure starts immediately as he holds his erection in a tight grip, guiding it forward.  I keep my eyes on the picture of us in the mirror.  His face tense with restraint.  I know he wants to fuck into me like he does my pussy, like it’s the last fuck he’ll ever have with me, but I trust him and I know he would never hurt me.

I gasp as my body stretches and opens to him.  A rumble comes from his chest and I watch his eyes close in the reflection as he lets out a long, slow breath, the muscles in his torso coursing like waves under the dark hair over his pectorals.  Then his eyes snap open and he takes the first real thrust, driving the head of his cock inside me with a soft pop, and my mouth turns to an open gasp.

“You okay, baby?”  He grunts, barely able to get the words out.

“Uh huh.” I nod, my hair a curtain around my face.  I’m lost in the feeling of being stretched, filled with him.  “Keep going, it feels so good, I want more.”  I whimper and he answers with slow, even strokes.

Before I know it, my body heaves with an orgasm that comes from nowhere, crashing over me with sparks and flashes like a bucket of glitter.  He deepens his even thrusts as I go off, making the climax explode, the room losing focus as I scream his name, begging him, “Daddy, don’t stop.  Never, ever stop, Daddy.”

I’m not sure who is the loudest, because Daddy cums just after me, with his fingers clenching into the softest part of my hips.  I know there will be bruises there tomorrow, he’s holding on so tight as he fills me with hot jets of his seed.  I never dreamed it would feel so good, and from the way Daddy’s face looks, I don’t think he did either.

“You have no idea how much you mean to me, Angel.  You just could never know.”  His words come breathless, both of us desperately clawing at the edge of consciousness, trying to recover.  He’s still attached as he draws the coarse tips of his fingers up and down my back, raising goose bumps as they go.  “You will never know.”  The words sound cracked, fragile, and I bite down inside my lip to keep from crying.

AN HOUR LATER HE’S given me my bath and we are dressed and in the kitchen.

“Come here, kitten.”

He pats his lap and I crawl on.  He feeds me breakfast every morning.

He brings a bite of scrambled eggs to my lips and I open them.  I know better than to fight him on a good breakfast.  He worries so much about everything when it concerns me, including what I eat.

“I got an email last night from the guys at Integrity.”

They are the architects that are designing the new addition to the Sarah Templeton Life Center.

“Yeah?”  I ask, half covering my mouth as I chew the bite he’s just put in.

“Yep.  That little question about having the animal kennel and shelter attached is all resolved, baby.  That was the best idea I’ve ever heard.  It will be perfect.  I hired the same consultant that worked with the animal and addict rehab programs out in California, and he will be here next week for us to start laying out the new program.”

My arms go around his neck as my belly flips.  “That is so great!  I know that having the animals there will help everyone.  It’s just perfect.  They can all help each other. I love you so much.”

I kiss his beard and it tickles my nose.  It still does that every time.

“I love you too, princess.  Now, another bite.  You didn’t eat enough yesterday.  I saw you give Tinder half your plate of food under the table last night.”

I kick my legs back and forth, knowing I need to be careful what I say next.  Daddy loves me, and is very tolerant with me, but he does not stand for sassy, bratty replies.

“I’m sorry.  I just wasn’t that hungry and I didn’t like the hamburger.  I don’t like meat, you know that.”

“Yes, baby, I know.  I’ll try to find some other options for you.  My little blossoming vegetarian still needs to eat healthy food.  You can’t live on cupcakes and French fries.  I’m going to be sure of that.”

Another mouthful of eggs arrives at my lips.  Daddy bought the drug and alcohol rehabilitation facility in downtown, the one where you go if you don’t have any money.  He’s upgrading the place, building onto it, expanding it.  He will have a scholarship program for people that don’t have the ability to pay, because he wants everyone to benefit from the same treatment, but it’s not going to be second rate in any way. It will be high end.  We will have the best of the best when it comes to doctors, and the programs there will be first rate. 

It was my idea to incorporate an animal program, and that gave us the idea to have an animal shelter next door.  That way the residents could have access to some supervised work, bond with the animals, adopt one during their stay—there are all sorts of ways they can help each other.

“And what about Dad?”  I gather my courage and swallow hard, waiting for his answer.

“Well, when you are ready, he’s ready to talk to you, baby. But I think you should wait.  He’s just started his treatment.  I say we give him a couple months.  I have to do what I think is best for you, and he was in bad shape when they found him.  Just be glad he agreed to go the facility. I paid for everything he needs—clothes, the program for six months, his apartment.  Let’s give him some time.  He’s been sick for a long time.”

“Okay.  I trust you.”  I take another bite of eggs before I continue with my mouth full.  “I know I don’t even know him, but I wish him well.  Even if he doesn’t want to be part of my life, I still want to know he’s okay.”  I gulp down the food.  “But if he does, I want to meet him.  Again.  And just see what happens.”

“If that’s what you want, baby, I’ll make it happen, as long as I know you will be safe and he won’t hurt you.  But we’ll talk more about it as time goes on.  Let’s see how he does in treatment, okay?”

It’s toast this time, with strawberry jelly, and I take a bite before I lean my head into the crook of his neck.  It’s my favorite place, I can smell his masculine scent, hear the low thump of his pulse in his neck, his heart in his chest.

We finish up breakfast and I sit on top of the kitchen counter, spinning my hair between my fingers, watching while he does the dishes.

“Andrea called last night.”

“Yeah?  How’s she doing?”  He looks over at me with a warm smile.  Everything and everyone that means something to me is important to him.

“She’s good.  Seems like she and your brother Erik had a nice time at Thanksgiving dinner.  They went out to lunch yesterday, and they are going to dinner Saturday.”

We had a big dinner here at the cabin for Thanksgiving, with Daddy’s family all around us.  Andrea came too, because her mom was out of the country with her new boyfriend.  She ended up sitting next to Erik and he looked like a deer caught in headlights the whole night.

A deep chuckle comes from Daddy’s throat as he dries his hands and folds the dishtowel in a perfect square before placing it on the counter.  He steps over and I spread my legs for him to stand in between.  He doesn’t need an invitation, he just moves in and kisses the top of my head.

“They did seem to make a connection.”

“Yep.  She said he’s texting her like four times a day.  Making sure she’s okay.  Asking her if she ate her lunch, if she has gas money, and if she slept well.  Sounds like the Leonard men have something in common.”

He wraps me in one of his bear hugs with more deep laughter.

“We may be slow to start, but once we do we’re hard to stop.”  He rubs his fingers on my back.  “How’s your ass, baby?  I didn’t hurt you, did I?  I’d kill myself if I hurt you.”  His voice loses its lightness and I know he’s so worried about everything.

“I loved it, Daddy.  It’s a little sore, but the good kind of sore.  You didn’t hurt me.  It felt so good.”

“Good.  I love you, babygirl.  So much.”

His phone buzzes in his pocket and he lets me go to pull it out.  He smiles and taps out a reply to a text.  When he looks up, his eyes dance and sparkle, and I know something is up.

“Who was that?”

“You’ll see, come on.  I have a surprise for you. Put this on.”  He reaches over to the chair where my winter jacket is hanging.  I wondered why it was there, he’s normally so tidy, everything put away in its proper place.  Seems like someone’s been hiding a secret plan.

Once he’s got me zipped up he turns his back to me.  “Hop on.”  He crouches down, and in a second he’s got me piggy back and out the front door just as a pickup is pulling down the long, gravel drive through the pine trees.  It crunches around the circle toward where we’re standing.  It’s cold, but he has heat lamps on in the entryway and the overhang.

It doesn’t take me more than two seconds to see the person in the passenger seat struggling to calm an excited ball of fur.

“What?  Is that what I think it is?”

He lowers my feet to the ground as my hands dart to cover my mouth and I start jumping up and down.  I love Tinder and Leopold, but I’ve been talking about how much I loved raising Cherokee from a little pup.  I guess when he said making me happy and giving me everything I want (within reason of course) is what makes him happy, he wasn’t kidding.

“If you think that is a brother and sister that need a good home then yes, it’s what you think.  They’re a mixture of St. Bernard and German Sheppard, we think. So I hope you’re prepared for a couple big new friends, Angel.  They’re all yours.”

The man opens the door of the truck and one by one he sets down the giant fluff balls, and they come running right to me.  I’m crouched down, and they may be puppies but they knock me right over, covering my face with puppy breath as they lick me until I can’t breathe.

I manage to open my eyes and look up just in time to see Daddy hastily brushing fingers under both his eyes.

“I love you, Daddy.  Sooooo much.”

“I love you too, Angel. More than you can ever know.”