Chapter Ten
It’s been two days since the party Giovanni’s place. To be honest, I didn’t even want to keep going to work. I wanted to just quit and rethink everything for a very long time. Things had just shifted in way I never thought they could.
This particular morning I was in my living room, snuggled to a pillow as I stared at my phone and the television. I wasn’t watching anything in particular but the background noise of the TV helped me think. I had coffee but it was getting cold as I couldn’t tear my eyes off from my phone.
I had been researching more about daddy ever since I got home, even when I was at work. David caught me once but fortunately I was just reading up on how some women prefer rough sex and relationships where the man dominated them in bed and he didn’t have the guts to confiscate my phone from me.
Stephanie was my real source of research, however. That naughty little girl knew everything there was about this stuff. It was from her that I learned the term BDSM, which meant Dominance, Submission, Sadism and Masochism. It was a term used for relationships involving something like a girl or guy submitting to their partner, allowing them to inflict pain and humiliate them in some way. Well, that was how I understood it from Stephanie but the way she put it also made it seemed so lovely and erotic.
“It’s all a give-and-take,” she tried to explain to me during our break. “Yeah, you’ll submit to him and he’ll fuck you in so many ways but it’s all for you. He’s busy trying to please you.”
Of course she kind of figured out that I got all these ideas from Giovanni but I didn’t flat out confirm it to her.
Now that I was alone on my day off all I could do was search different porn sites for videos to show me what BDSM was really like. All I got to see in real life was daddy pounding that girl from behind but it was so rough so… raw. When I got to searching online I found a whole new world.
I saw girls being locked in stockades while their master fucked them or whipped them, I saw girls being tied and then punished in front of a crowd and I even saw a video of a girl, tied down and gagged, who had wax dripped on her body. I’ve never dreamed of anything as surreal as any of those situations and now daddy was telling me he might do all of this to me.
“What the fuck am I doing?” I suddenly said out loud. “He’s Matt’s father! This is fucking insane!”
Shit… I was losing my goddamn mind!
The thing that really broke my mind was the fact I let him see me naked. I let him touch me. I let him shove that big cock of his in my face and I let him toy with my mind like that. I can’t believe I let myself become such a slut in front of him.
But then I remembered the sight of his cock, how it dangled when he exposed it and how it throbbed like a hungry, wild animal in his hand. When I shut my eyes I could even remember how it smelled, how it pulsed as if it was calling out to me. I could remember how I open my mouth and almost tried to shove it in before he suddenly pulled back.
Why was that so ingrained in my head?
Before I could even stop myself my hand was down between my legs, my fingers digging underneath the fabric of my panties. My index crept in lower and before I realized it I was beginning to toy with the folds of my womanhood. I felt this warm - no, hot - sensation and when I slid my finger through the lips of my pussy it felt moist and anxious for more.
Oh God… I began to slide my finger through again and again, my mind centering solely on the sensation of euphoria that flooded over me each time I touched myself. My middle finger then brushed against my clit and I yelped when the sudden jolt surged right through my body.
In my head it wasn’t my finger rubbing against my flesh but daddy… I could already picture the very tip of his cock as it rubbed against me, almost like it was teasing me before finally thrusting in to break my virginity and make me his own little slut.
There were moments where all I could think of was daddy and his large, strong muscles crushing me underneath their weight as he lay on top of me to plow into my soft, tight little pussy. I probably looked like a little school girl or something in comparison to him. He was this hulking mob boss and the only image I could set in my head was him spreading my legs and fucking me like a whore.
My mind traced back to the girl I saw him have sex with. I bet he knew I was watching. Maybe he wanted to show me what he could do, what he would do to me if I agreed to his deal and finally surrendered my body and will to him.
I really wanted to. I kept thinking of how that girl looked when he used her that way. She looked like she was in pure ecstasy. I didn’t even know for sure if she was even conscious or if she was just so high and elevated with the moment.
That’s what I wanted. Fuck, I want daddy to fuck me like there’s no tomorrow. He said it himself, that’s how he would do it if he had the chance to spread my legs and slam his cock into me. There’d be no slow, romantic build-up, no time for foreplay or things like that.
In a way, these mind games and endless teases were a form of foreplay. All I could even think about was daddy, his rough play and how I would be if I were to be the girl he’d grapple, tie down and fuck wildly.
“Aah!” I began to moan out loud as I played with my pussy a little faster. I could already feel the knot ready to burst from within me. My gut was starting to feel heavy and my legs shook as I neared my climax. “F-fuck me, daddy! Oh fucking God, I want you to fuck me!”
I’m sorry Matt… this is exactly what I want and there was no way I’d get this kind of satisfaction from you. He’d be gentle, he’d be sweet but there’d be no thrill. I didn’t want someone to just make love to me. I wanted someone who’d fuck me like I was the last girl on the planet and that was exactly what daddy would give me.
“Oh, fuck me!” I yelled out loud as I began to explode. I could feel my pussy suddenly pulse and my legs shook as I lost all consciousness for a few seconds, my whole body just shaking as my fluids began to squirt from my pussy. My hand and panties were immediately soaked and I smelled of raw sex.
I was addicted and yet I haven’t even had sex yet.
I knew there was no turning back. I knew I had to do it. I grabbed my phone and sent daddy a text message.
“Daddy,” I typed in. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to own me.”