65 - Fucking mine

"It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness."

― Leo Tolstoy, The Kreutzer Sonata

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OLIVIA WOODS

He took my wrists in his hand, tying his tie around it while looking me in the eyes. I gulped, nervousness fluttering in my stomach but I knew better than to look away. His gaze was intense.

After he was done with my wrists, he pushed me on the bed.

He took his time looking at my body. At the bruises on my inner thighs, neck, and ass. My whole body was aching yet I couldn't bring myself to ask him to not do whatever it was that he had planned to do.

He hooked his finger into the tie and pulled at it till I was sitting on my knees. He kissed me and then I felt him put something around my neck. A collar. He attached a leash to it, looking me in the eye as he did.

Desire swirled in my lower stomach. "Who do you belong to?"

"D-daddy."

He smirked, running a hand through my long hair, making it spread over my shoulders and breasts. "Yes you do, baby." He kissed my lips. "All fucking mine to ruin."

He tugged at my clamps, kissing me roughly. I whimpered into his mouth. He moved us till he was sitting again the headboard with me on his lap, his cock brushing against me - hot and heavy and hard.

"You know what I do to naughty little girls who cum without permission, little love?" He asked softly, brushing his lips on my breasts.

"N-no, daddy."

He grabbed my ass, his hands gentle. "I ruin their ass but it's already pretty fucking ruined, isn't it?" He chuckled. "And I ruin their pussies." He let go of my ass, sneaking one hand between us and sliding a finger inside of me with no warning. I was awfully wet. He trusted his finger in and out, eyes on my mouth which had flown open.

He grabbed the back of my neck, pulling at it till my face was right in front of his, just a mere whisper away. He put two fingers inside of me. I bit my lower lip, trying to keep the sounds in but his thumb flicked my clit and a moan left my lips. He smirked.

"You don't get to keep your little moans from me, baby." He brushed his lips across mine, fingers pounding in and out of me. He pressed his lips on mine just as he curled his fingers inside of me. I gasped into his mouth.

"Don't cum."

He pounded his fingers faster, kissing the spot beneath my lips and then pulling back to watch as I tried to not cum on his fingers.

"D-daddy...Daddy!" I cried out when he slapped me on my breasts, five quick slaps which sent me so close to an orgasm.

He ripped his fingers out of me, licking them, as he pushed on my shoulder once, sending me tumbling down on the bed. He moved me till I was in the middle of the bed, tied my hands to the headboard above my head, and walked to the closet.

I closed my eyes, trying to calm down. I was so close to an orgasm. If I flicked my finger over my clit, I'd cum.

He walked out of the closet. My eyes widened at what was in his hand. He smirked at me. "Do you know what this is, my love?"

It was a black stick with something flat at its end. I shook my head. "No, daddy," I whispered.

"It's a riding crop."

He walked closer. He traced the edge of my jaw the crop. "So pretty," he murmured. He struck my cheek with it. I expected it to hurt but it only left a sting behind. I let out a small whimper. "Such a pretty face, baby, makes me want to ruin you."

The cold crop moved from my cheek to my neck. He looked me in the eyes as the leather made contact with my right clamped nipple harshly. I whimpered, trying to wiggle away. He grabbed my jaw. "No moving, slut."

He rubbed the crop there, maintaining eye contact, soothing the throbbing nipple. His hand raised, I brace myself for the sting but he just rubbed it on the other nipple and before I could brace myself again, he raised his hand and bought the crop down. My knees raised to cover my chest, a small sob breaking through my lips as I struggled in the grip of the tie.

"Knees down," he ordered. "You know the safe word. Nothing else is going to make me stop. Just four more and then I will fuck you, okay?"

I nodded, sniffling as I lowered my knees. "Yes, daddy."

"Such a good slut for me, baby." He smirked. They always looked at peace while dominating me, they looked to be in a trance but they never lost control like I did, frequently.

He hit my left nipple two more times, the last one slapped the clamp off, making me sob in pain as my thighs glued together. I could feel desperation leaking out of me, begging for a release

He smirked, looking pleased with himself. His hand raised a little and two strikes landed on my right still clamped nipple and the clamp was once again taken off like this. My nipples throbbed so much. Tears slipped out of my eyes, small sobs breaking through my lips. He undid the tie and I felt him above me.

He kissed me. "Open your eyes, little girl, look at daddy."

I opened my blurry eyes. He kissed the tears away and then gazed at me, his expression soft.

"My precious little love," he murmured, kissing my jaw. He took my wrists in his one hand, pinning them above my head as he trailed kisses down my neck, to my throbbing nipple. He sucked gently, making me moan. He licked them and gently tugged them between his teeth. His other hand parted my thighs and then I felt him on me, the long length of him which made me throb for pleasure.

Then, suddenly, I was turned around. He grasped the leash, laid a harsh spank on my ass, and thrusted inside of me.

I screamed.

"Fucking mine," he spat and then started moving.

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It's a double update.