My phone pings. “Daddy” flashes up on the display. I smile instinctively. Opening the message quickly, I read, “Do you remember your safe word, baby girl?”
My heart skips a beat, my breath quickens, my pussy aches. “Yes, Daddy.” I reply.
Today I am at home. Home is a romantic little cottage in the countryside. It is quaint and cosy. Wonderful wisteria adorns the walls. The lavender flowers cascading like purple raindrops. I am working fervently at my desk, in my small study.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, I am pulled to my feet by my hair. My thin silk blouse is ripped from my body in one swift move. My sheer baby pink bra exposed. Fear pulses through my body, my pussy drips.
I am slammed down hard against the desk. The hard wood is cold and unyielding against my skin. I feel weight on top of me, I hear the whisper, “Remember it.”
He grabs the scissors from the pastel pen holder on my desk. My mind empties and my thoughts run wild. My skirt is lifted and I feel the cold sharp edge of the scissor blade against my skin. I freeze. I should be terrified. My body wants to convulse.
I hear the blade cut through my white silk panties, they fall from my bottom and are immediately pushed into my mouth. My senses are overtaken by the smell and taste of my desire.
“Not a fucking sound!” he growls.
I hear his zipper open and, in one domineering move, his cock pushes inside me, hard and deep. I gasp and cry out through the silk. I feel the blade of the scissors touch the back of my neck.
“Last fucking warning, slut!” he spews.
I grip the sides of the desk and squeeze my eyes tightly shut.
His cock relentlessly pounds into my cunt and smashes into my cervix. The sound of my arousal fills the room, the noise of my dripping cunt betraying the ferocity of the moment.
My head clears, my shock subsides, and the hard rhythm of him pounding my cunt switches something in my brain. I’m ready to fucking fight.
My knuckles grip the desk, and I raise my head; I turn and look over my shoulder. I spit the panties out and growl, “Daddy, get the fuck off me, you cannot fucking have me! I am working!”
A sly smile forms across his lips and his eyes darken and glare into mine. Our shared understanding unspoken.
I start to struggle, I scratch and claw back at him with my small hands. My legs wriggle and kick desperately. I try everything to break free from his powerful grasp.
I hear the sound of the scissors dropping to the floor; his hand slams down between my shoulder blades, pushing me flat against the desk once more. I hear him grapple with his belt and pull it from the loops on his trousers. I continue to struggle futilely.
Suddenly, without warning, a sharp strike lands across my left buttock. I scream out in pain. The belt is raised again and a second strike follows quickly on the right. I cry out and shudder; tears immediately form in my eyes and fall like diamonds onto the desk against which I am pinned.
I breathe in deeply, urgently trying to claw oxygen into my lungs; the shock of the strikes renders me winded. He reaches and grabs my wrists, pulling them together behind my back. I feel the belt tighten around them, restraining me, leaving me enslaved. I am at his mercy.
He sniggers. He continues to drive his cock unrelentingly into my pussy. His balls slap against my skin, and the room echoes with the euphonious sound of my juices flowing between my legs, exposing my insatiable need for his rough assault.
“I can have you whenever I want, however I want, little one.” he growls unmercifully.
I rise to his challenge, my spirit fuelled by my primal desire for his savage attention. My mouth opens and I muster my energy and sneer, “No Daddy, you fucking can’t, you predatory bastard!”
I hear him growl at my disrespect. His cock drives harder and deeper into me, he is commandingly testing me, seeing if I will yield to his will, seeing if I will break and use my safe word. Our battle dance in full swing to the raw rhapsody of our trusted bond.
Our sadistic salsa continues its rumbustious choreography. He pulls my arms tightly by the belt. It forces my back to arch and stretch. His other hand strikes my bottom, each strike followed with a deep and fierce thrust. The sound of my squeals, yelps and groans blend into a carnal chorus, reverberating through the sexually charged air.
“I’m going to fucking ruin you, my pretty little bitch.” he announces.
Before my brain can even register the words, without warning, I feel his thumb push into my arse. Invasively stretching my tight hole, my senses switch to overload. My brain floats off into a euphoric frenzy. My spirit yields to the pain, yields to the pleasure, yields to his power, yields to his will.
My vision blurs; I cannot see clearly. I can hear his smile, I can smell his desire, I can sense his victory - it was never in question. My safeword superfluous; there is a strong safety within our savagery, it exists because of our blessed bond.
Acknowledging my acquiescence, his pace quickens, I am his vulnerable victim. My submission speaks my unspoken consent to the depravity of my debasement.
He releases his grip from the belt, my arms remain gathered behind me, frozen in position. He places his hand in the small of my back, pushing down, asserting his strength. Reminding me of my place and purpose.
My body betrays the barbarity of my violation. Juices leaking from my cunt, dripping between my thighs. Sweat glistening on my back, the red cheeks of my bottom glowing like passionate flames.
“You will fucking come for your Daddy now, my little wanton whore, my depraved little doll.” he commands.
I’m on the edge, teetering and ready to fall. His words cut through the cloudiness of my mind, like a knife through flesh.
My breath releases, my legs tense and relax and my orgasm starts to pulse through my ravaged body. My moans turn into guttural growls as I release and spasm against his cock as it slams into me over and over. He doesn’t relent. There is no respite. My legs shake and my body bucks. He continues to drive his dick into me and his thumb plunders my arse.
I feel his cock start to pulse and twitch and hear his breath growl. He grunts with carnivorous hunger. His come explodes into my dripping cunt, the cunt he owns, the cunt he claims. He fills it with his sticky signature.
His weight drops on to my body, pushing me harder into the solid desk. His breath warm in my ear. No words spoken, we are sublimely silent. He raises and releases my wrists from the belt. Carefully, he rolls me on to my back and bends my knees so my heels rest on the edge of the desk. My cunt exposed, his come seeping out.
He leans down, calmly he picks the scissors from the floor. My eyes widen and watch his moves intently. Taking their blade he gently scrapes the drips of come with the sharp edge. I hold my breath as the cold metal touches my warm skin, suppressing the shudders that are building within the erotically menacing act.
He raises the blade to my nipples, he places the metal against them. I hold my breath forcing my body to stay submissively still. His vociferous eyes lock on mine before averting their gaze to the steel against my breasts. Calmly, carefully, with control he smears our come over each of my deliciously dark and erect nipples. Marking them, claiming them, branding them. His.
The scissors return to my sodden cunt. Their sharp edge again scoops the spoils of our salaciousness. He brings them to my lips and tenderly anoints them with our potent elixir. I am motionless, in a hypnotic trance, under his eye.
He places the scissors down on the desk and sits on the chair. With his strong arms, he scoops me from the desk and pulls me to his lap. He places a finger under my chin and pushes my head up. My eyes gaze lovingly into his. His arms wrap tightly around me and I snuggle in tightly against him. He leans down and kisses my lips with passionate tenderness. His tongue pushes the flavour of our obsession into my mouth. Feeding and fuelling our ravenous appetite for each other.
He whispers, softly now, “I love you, my beautiful little one.”
I smile, I feel his love. I feel his adoration. I feel his obsession. I feel complete.
Contently, I murmur, “I love you too, Daddy.”
I close my eyes. I curl up small. I am in my
Daddy’s arms. Satiated. Serene. Safe.
You can have me. I consent.
