61 - Yes or no?

"The Earth is littered with the ruins of empires that believed they were eternal."

- Camille Paglia

. . .

OLIVIA WOODS

"Do you agree?" Ashton asked, pulling me to him. "I-I..." I bit my lip. "I'm a..."

"Virgin?" He raised his eyebrows. "I know, Little one." I gulped harshly, cheeks flushing. "I want to..."

"But you are scared." He tilted his head. "I won't hurt you more than I have to." He pressed kisses to my jaw. "I'm going to need a 'yes' for this, Little one. Yes or no?"

"Yes," I whispered quickly before I could stop myself.

He picked me up, making me wrap my legs around him as he kissed me deeply. He kissed me like that for a while, sucking on my lips and hands gripping my ass harshly, making me whimper in his mouth. It felt so good, just kissing his lips. He didn't let me take the lead even for a second, he possessed me and I let him.

He sat down on the bed and finally pulled back. I gasped for breath, looking up at him. He kissed my neck, big hands moving up and down my back. I moaned, eyes closing in pleasure.

He bit into my flesh, bruising and reddening it, marking it as his. Then, he pulled back, and in one swift moment, I was lying across his lap with my ass in the air. He wrapped his tie around my wrists and then tied them to the headboard.

I panted, wetness gushing out of me at the thought of what was about to come. He wasn't going to have mercy on me. I felt myself squirming at the thought.

He rubbed my ass with a pedal. When did he even grab it? I closed my eyes, bracing myself. "Now, little whore, why am I pushing you?"

"B-Because I came without permission, daddy."

He hummed and his hand came down on my ass. I yelped at the unexpected smack. "I need to warm your ass first. Five spanks with my hand and then we can get to the pedal, yes?"

I nodded. "Y-Yes, daddy."

His hand came down in four more smacks in a quick series, I found myself wincing at every smack. He was not holding back, at all. I tried to squirm less but it was impossible to stay still.

"Will you cum without permission ever again, little one?" "N-no, daddy," I whispered, body trembling.

"There are fifty more and..." He chuckled. "You are already trembling, slut."

"Daddy...I can't.." I wanted to beg him to lower the number. Fifty would kill

me.

"Too bad." He pressed a kiss to the back of my head and then it started, the hard paddling. I was sobbing, crying, whimpering but he didn't stop and I didn't say the safe word.

After thirty, I was limp on his lap. "Daddy please...s-stop." He rubbed my ass with the pedal.

"Safeword?" He asked carelessly as if he knew I wouldn't say that. Why wasn't I saying it?

I had no idea. My ass was on fire.

The pedal came down again and a small scream left my lips, sobs breaking through as more of the spanks came.

At forty, he stopped again. He rubbed my ass gently. I knew there must be marks on it now. I couldn't breathe. My thighs were pressed together and I was throbbing between them. I was sure there was a freaking puddle on his trousers.

"Ten more, baby. You are being a good girl, aren't you?" At my nod, he fisted my hair. "Words, slut."

"Y-yes, d-daddy." My voice was trembling with tears running down my face.

The last ten were quick, he hit at the same spot again and again till I screamed in pain. Finally, it was done. He there the paddle away and undid the tie from around my wrists. He pulled me to his chest, gently hushing me. I sniffled into his shoulder, fisting his shirt in my hands as I trembled in his arms.

"You did good, baby." He tucked me closer. "Shh now." He ran a hand through my hair, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"Daddy." I held him tight in my arms. We stayed like that for a while till I calmed down. Then, he sat on the edge of the bed. "Kneel." He let go of me.

I kneeled, between his stress thighs, on the ground, the carpet was soft so it didn't hurt my knees much.

He took his shirt off, exposing all of him. His abs, his tattoo, and his multiple scars. I looked at all of him and realized just how little I knew of him. Of them. I trusted them but I didn't know anything about them.

He unzipped his trousers, his glasses glinting in the light, and pulled his cock out.

I gulped harshly, halfway losing my mind. It was long, it was thick and it looked hard. "Open your mouth."

After letting out a trembling breath, I did. He fisted my hair in one hand and stuffed his cock in my mouth. I gagged, my hands flying to his thighs as tears filled my eyes. He kept me there, struggling around his thick cock till I started struggling wildly. He let go of me but maintained his grip on my hair.

"Do not close your mouth, little whore. I will fuck this mouth good today. Hands on your thighs." He ran his thumb on my bottom lip. I looked up at

him, at the cruel smirk on his face. No mercy. He was going to fuck my mouth and I would take it because I...wanted it.

What was wrong with me?

He pulled me onto his cock once again, this time slowly moving in and out, hitting the back of my throat with every thrust which made me gag. He moved my head back and forth, using my mouth for his pleasure and I found myself pressing my thighs together harshly, my need for pleasure increasing.

"You're doing so good, baby. You're a little whore for me, aren't you?" He pulled me off his cock.

I sucked in a breath. "Y-Yes, daddy." "What are you for me, little girl?"

I sniffled, my eyes on his cock. "A w-whore, daddy." Filthy. Filthy words.

He hummed in return, a cruel smirk on his face as he against pushed his cock in my mouth and this time he let go of any mercy. He moved my head, back and forth so harshly that I gagged with every thrust. Tears tumbled out of my eyes.

"Such a good girl for me. You look prettiest taking my cock." His cock bumped on the back of my throat, it kept it there. "Struggling around it like a good slut." He kept me there, watching as tears fell from my eyes. "So pretty when you cry for me." He pulled out and I gasped for breath, bottom lip shaking. God, he was brutal.

"I want to cum in your mouth." He caressed my bottom lip, dipping his thumb in. "But I have plans for your cunt today." He picked me up and laid me on the bed gently. He took his trousers and boxers off and now, he was naked. I had never seen him naked. My eyes moved over his body, admiring every hard curve. He was a masterpiece, his body art worth being admired.

He leaned over me, putting his firearms on either side of me. He pressed a sweet kiss on my lips.

"Still want me to?" He titled his head. "Yes or no?" I bit my lip. I would die without a release.

"Yes, daddy."

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