Chapter 15

Fifteen

P retty

I didn't know what I was thinking, getting naked in my playroom for the man who was hired to protect me. The Irish mobster was so dominating. Commanding in ways I wasn't used to a man being. He was young and he was handsome, and how he had compelled me, it was hard not to fall victim to his spell.

Just as he asked, I lowered to my knees, his intense stare burning into me, his eyes so piercing I wasn't sure what was going through his head. With a light caress of his fingertips, he brushed it along my cheeks, trailing down to my neck and collarbone. When he reached my breasts, I'll admit I'd been a tad insecure. They hung lower than they used to, but it had been years since they'd been touched, so a part of it was just nice feeling his hands there.

"You have such a beautiful body. A body I can't wait to make feel good." He reached for the buckle of his belt, slipping it out the loop of his pants, as he held it out in front of him. "Part of my darkness needs to see you with my belt around your neck. I won't make it too tight, but I won't be taking it off you either. Do I have your permission to put it on?"

"Yes," I whimpered, burying down the feeling that the thought made me uncomfortable, but that it also made me curious. Carefully, he wrapped the belt around my neck, keeping his promise to not tie it too tight. He took the long end of the strap in his hands, holding it like one would hold a dog leash.

"Now, I want you to crawl for me. I need you to show me that you can be perfectly obedient for me. I've dreamed about seeing you on your knees and nothing makes me want to cherish you more than seeing how well you can follow an order. I'm going to stand, and you're going to walk with me. Is that understood?" I answered with a nod, but a nod didn't satisfy him, not with what he said next.

"In this space, I need to hear your words. Not just a nod, but an actual yes or no," he clarified. With a bite to my lip, I anxiously replied.

"Yes, Daddy," I blurted out quickly, catching my mistake. Red streaked my cheeks at my faux pas, driving me to correct myself. "I mean yes, Paddy." Only I wasn't expecting the villainous smile that crept onto his lips. When he smiled, he was always so striking. So damn striking where it was downright frightening.

"Is that what you want me to be for you? Do you want me to be your Daddy? Someone who takes care of you. The man that takes your responsibility away? Someone who strikes your curvy arse when someone's being a needy little whore?" At that, the word had taken on a whole new meaning. That was what I wanted. Someone to make me feel carefree and worriless. Something I'd never had.

"Yes, Daddy," I cried, as the title felt more natural leaving my lips a second time.

"Well, let's get started then." He came to a stand, pulling at the belt for me to follow him. He took his time in his strides, leading me to his apartment below, something that felt like such a long way when you were naked and on your knees.

Anyone could have walked in and seen me like this, being led around like a pet. But the closer we came into contact with his room, the lower my inhibitions had become. I had been so wet I was dripping, anticipating what he would ask of me next. The second he closed his bedroom door, he bent down to greet me, tucking loose hair behind my ear as he reached in for a light kiss.

"Mmm...my sweet girl did so well for me. I need you to get on the bed for me, and I'll explain what I'm going to do to you. With a pull of his belt I stood, climbing on his made bed.

My mouth salivated when he took his shirt off. The man's body had truly unsettled me. Hard and sculpted, I hadn't even thought I liked that sort of thing. As I remembered the description of his Raven tattoos being Celtic inspired, I had to admit they added danger to his pretty boy appearance, and the dog tags he wore around his neck looked deliciously sexy against his chiseled chest.

"First, I'm going to tease you. Get you all worked up. Desperate and begging for more. I want to see where you hit your limit and teach you how to take more for me. Because I've never met a woman who couldn't strive for more." I swallowed hard, not just out of fear but excitement. It wasn't always easy getting me there. I learned how to touch myself, and that was substantial in case a man I'd been with finished before me. I didn't even know what my limit was because I was lucky if I even got one. At this point, I didn't know what to expect.

"Then I'm going to paddle you. There are safe areas to strike you. Your bum, your thighs. I won't do it as hard as I like because it's your first time. I want to taste the waters, but it'll be hard enough to bring it forth tears. After today, I only want you crying over things I do to you. No more shedding tears over missed anniversaries. Or wasted dinners. I only want to see tears streaming down your pretty face when I hurt you. That being said, I don't want to take you too far. If at any point I'm being too much for you, you tell me a word. Any word. So, when I hear it, I know to turn things down a bit. But you got to make the word something unusual, not something I would mistake for your begging or moaning."

I lowered my gaze, confused at the sudden ask. The first thing that popped in my head was the tea I had this morning. No one would ever mistake that word for anything sexual.

"Chamomile." He took the belt's length back into his hand, wrapping it around his palm to draw me in closer.

"So, if I asked you, would you like me to brew you some chamomile, I'm asking if you need a break? Do you understand? It's all right if you nod this time," he explained, so I answered him with a nod.

"Where would you like me, Daddy?" Another smile lit up his face.

"Well, my face would be a good start." I gasped, knowing that he couldn't actually be serious. Because of my size, some things had felt off limits. Things I never worried about when I was slim. Besides, no one had ever licked me there, which I couldn't say the same, because I actually liked taking dick into my mouth and bringing a man to orgasm. I'd yet to get the same offer.

"You want me to sit on your face? What if I hurt you?" He tapped the side of my head, waving a disappointed finger at me.

"What did I tell you about thinking? Abandon your thoughts and do what you're told. I already counted two times where you didn't listen to me, something I will make you pay for with my paddle. I'm the only one who will be doing the hurting," he said, as he laid on his back on the bed, tugging at the belt for me to mount him.

I crawled on top of him, not stopping until my crotch aligned with his face. He loosened the grip on his belt, spreading my lips open with his calloused but gentle touch.

"I ain't never seen no waxed cunt before. Let me appreciate how thick and plump your pussy lips are. Mmm…I bet you taste as good as you look," he husked, taking my already swollen clit between his sexy mouth.

This man had beautiful lips. The fullest I had ever seen on a man without it looking feminine. The way it looked to watch his lips wrapped around my clit was motivation enough to come on his tongue. But with it being a first for me, I wanted to hold out longer to see how good he'd make me feel.

"Sweet girl, your pretty cunt tastes so fuckin good," he groaned, his tongue exploring more of my pussy and not just the clit. It felt so naughty to be tasted there. Naughty seeing his tongue glide back and forth as he skillfully licked and sucked at my folds. Purposely focused, his closed eyes opened, a cocky look of satisfaction gleaming from his distinct gaze.

"Such a dirty little girl. Watching as Daddy licks your sweet little cunt." The words that this man said to me had left me seriously unhinged, and swept up in the heat of things I hadn't even noticed that I was grinding into his face. Something I put a stop to when I made myself conscious of it.

"Oh, fuck, I'm sorry. I think I just got carried away."

"Mmm...but did I tell you to stop? It just means you're enjoying yourself. Besides, it's a badge of honor to be covered in your juices. Now lift up that hood for me so I could get deeper to that clit." When I followed his command, he damn near obliterated my thought process. There was no way a man was that good at this unless he walked straight out of hell by order of the devil.

"Is my sweet girl going to come for me?"

"Yes," I cried. "Yes, yes, yes, yes!" He forced me back, cutting me off at the source of his pleasure.

"That's not how you answer my question. So, I'm going to ask you again. Is my sweet girl going to come for me?" Desperate to feel his lips back on me, I righted my wrong knowing just what he was asking of me.

"Yes, Daddy, I'm going to come for you."

"That's my sweet girl. Now, come for Daddy." At the sound of his command, I came on his tongue, creaming and gushing, making his face a glistening mess.

"Mmm…these thighs are going to be the end of me, and I swear I can eat your pussy all day," he said, with a grab to my thigh and a slap to my ass, as he guided me off of him before taking the belt back between his palms as he reached in to kiss me.

We wrestled on the bed, him in a fight for dominance versus I, who only lived to submit. He kissed me in no way I'd ever been kissed before. Rough and passionate, but craving and sweet. I almost felt like a schoolgirl, bringing me back to a time where you could only get away with kissing. We kissed and we kissed, and just when I thought we'd stop, he would kiss me more. By now, I'd never been so desperate to have dick inside me.

With a gentle pull of the belt, he guided me upright on the bed, bringing me to the edge of it with a command to stay put.

"Don't you move," he ordered with a point of his finger, as he stood from the bed, positioning himself in front of me. With a zip of his pants, he eased out his length as I fought hard not to show my fear of him. The man had a dick the size of an elephant trunk, already insanely rock hard.

"Now you're going to take my cock in your mouth. Only you're not going to make me come. I just need to witness my cock between your luscious lips. Give that mouth something to do so that there's no room for talking." Tugging gently on my belt, he coaxed me closer, as I took his fat length into my mouth. I struggled taking all of him, his girth spreading my lips to the point of discomfort while the length stretched further than any man I'd ever taken. Mockingly, he just laughed.

"You look like a bloody harlot with my cock in your pretty little mouth. But I know you can take more of me. Take a little more for Daddy," he commanded with a lick of his lips.

Feeling challenged by his words, I took him deeper, tears lining down my eyes at the discomfort it caused.

"That's what I want, sexy lady. Give me those pretty tears." He pulled back on the belt, meeting my lips in a deep, sloppy kiss. "Seeing you cry like this is like hearing you sing, and I love it when you sing for me," he said, accompanied by another deep kiss as he eased me down on the bed.

"Do you want to feel this big cock inside you?"

"Yes, Daddy, please. I want to feel that big cock inside me," I cried between his deep, penetrating kisses.

"I want you to beg me. Beg me that you want me to fuck you hard and rough like a filthy slut," he demanded. His opposing eyes darkening as he raked his hands through my hair.

"Daddy, please . I need you to fuck me, Daddy. I need you to fuck me hard and rough , like a filthy little…" Before I could utter my last word, he plunged inside me, the ravishing pounding of his thrusts robbing me of all my words. Deep and hard he thrusted, his hips feeling like a sin sent from hell. With every stroke, every kiss, every grab on my hips, felt like no other way to get properly fucked.

"Oh, fuck, you feel amazing," he moaned. "Do you know how good it feels to be inside your little cunt, baby?" I sunk my nails into the mattress, the expert skill of his hammering hitting spots that I never thought were possible.

"Oh, Daddy, your dick is so deep inside me."

"Yeah, that's because I know you can take it. A beautiful body like yours needs a big cock like mine to make you feel everything. Your tits look so sexy bouncing for me when I fuck you, but I need you to rub that swollen clit for me. I want to watch you touch yourself while my cock goes in and out of that pretty little cunt."

Doing what he asked of me, I played with myself, feeling so close that I had to stop. Pounding in deeper, he came to a slow, leaning in to kiss me, the feel of the dog tags feeling icy against my skin. "Did I tell you to stop touching yourself, hmm?"

"No, but I'm so fucking close. I just wanna feel you." Spreading my legs, he powerhoused inside me, my climax crashing like violent ocean waves. Still rock hard, he withdrew from me, my body feeling somehow empty without the presence of his dick. The man hadn't even taken off his pants, so when he got up, his trousers were still snug on his hips. He caressed my face with a gentle touch, appraising me with a glowing stare.

"You look so beautiful when you come. I wish I could let you stay like this, but what I need from you next is to be on all fours." Drained from the session, I hardly had the energy to lean up, but desperate for his attention, I garnered the strength, realizing by now, I probably would have done anything he asked of me at this point.

From his closet he pulled what looked like a paddle, and a bottle of something thick and creamy, like lotion. Stalking back over, he took the belt back in his palms, pulling me in closer as he devoured me in kisses.

"I changed my mind. For the first time, Daddy wants you on his lap." He pivoted, sitting at the edge of the bed as he encouraged me to spread across his thighs. He groped my ass, squeezing and rubbing and teasing me with light slaps with his palm.

"I fucking love this arse. It's so thick and sexy. When you're wearing them tight little skirts and dresses, it don't really do you any justice. I can't wait to make you sing for me. Do you remember what to say when you need a break?

"Chamomile." He bent down to kiss my cheek.

"That's my sweet girl." Another kiss to the other. "I wish I could shower you all day in kisses, but you made some slipups today that can't go unpunished. Would you like to know what you did wrong? Answer me with yes or no."

"Yes, Daddy. I would like to know where I failed you," I asked, his callused hands rubbing along my back and bottom.

"Your first slipup was when I asked you to strip from me. Instead of complying, you chose to question me. When you question me, it tells me you're thinking too much, and naughty girls like you don't need to be thinking when Daddy gives you an order." Smack ! His hard paddle met my ass in a stinging slap. I'm ashamed to admit it made me flinch.

"Now onto two. When I gave you an order to sit on my face, you questioned whether I can handle you. A little bit of weight ain't gonna stop me from pleasing you. Don't ever do that shite again." Smack ! I fidgeted in his lap, toes curling and nerves seizing. That one was even harder than the last, but the idea of taking pain from him made me hopeful and anxious for more, especially when he leaned in and pressed his mouth to mine, the pain dissolving with the promise of pleasure.

"Three. When I had you there, you went back to thinking again. Robbing me of being lost between your thighs." Another smack, one that for sure would leave me red and limping. Whack ! Because I stopped touching myself. Whack ! Because I didn't warn him that I was about to come. By the tenth smack, I swear he was just making stuff up, but he got what he wanted. I was finally in tears. I felt like a baby, sobbing and shrinking as I fought to cover my face, only he turned me in his lap and held me.

"It's okay, sweet girl, it's okay. Daddy's here," he said, reveling in the tears that he made, his lips pressing to my tear-stained cheeks and forehead. It felt nice to feel his strong arms around me. Sensing my need for something soft and gentle, he stroked my hair, rocking me back and forth, the whispers of his affirming words bringing me back to Earth.

"You're so beautiful when you cry. I don't hurt you because I loathe you. I hurt you because your tears give me power. A purpose. I want you to stop being hard on yourself. Think you can do that for me?" I nodded, appreciating his tenderness as he instructed me to sit on my stomach. Squeezing something in his hand, he rubbed it on my bottom in delicate circles, soothing some of the pain from his striking. He took his time, alternating between rubs and light kisses, his focus on my needs being surprisingly comforting.

"Can I get you some water?"

"That might help," I cooed as he left his room to grab me a glass of water. It was the first time I had a chance to look at the changes he had made to the room. The Irish flag hung proudly in one corner, and a few framed medals decorated the dressers, along with a few family photos. He returned with a glass of water, careful as he tended to my bare bottom.

"You're still really hard."

"That's because I didn't come." I pursed my lips, feeling slightly insecure considering the time that I had. "Before you go thinking something foolish, I told you. It's not always just the sex for me. The paddling is just as satisfying. Plus, I like touching you. Your body is so soft," he said with another kiss to it, his finger slipping sneakily near my folds.

"Your pussy soaking," he remarked, spreading my legs apart as his tongue explored me.

"Mmm…" I moaned. "That feels nice, Paddy. But if you really want to torment me, I say let's not let that hard dick to waste." I leaned up on my elbows, ass in the air like a dangling carrot. With a light slap to my ass, he wedged himself behind me.

"I feel like this arse is going to give me some hell. Hell, I might not even last that long seeing it bounce back and forth on me. Mmm ..." he moaned with his first thrust coming with a bite to his lip. His first strokes were slow and punishing, his breathing low and concentrating until he picked up a faster pace. It felt so delicious being used by him. The former pain I felt had dissipated replaced by the building sensation of pleasure.

Behind me, it was like a whole other fetish unlocked, his length taking on another form of mind-blowing pleasure.

"Oh fuck, Pretty. I'm going to fucking come," he warned, gripping onto my shoulders to drive deeper inside. I cried out, astounded that he'd delivered yet another climax just from the wildness in his rough strokes alone. He switched to both hands on my hips, his moans sounding adorably desperate.

"Oh, fuck." Was the last warning I got before his creamy release coursed its way through my core, a transfer of energy, an even exchange.

"Just when I think it can't get any better," I panted, only he was quick to get dressed with a shift in his mood that confused me. "You don't have to be in a rush to get dressed," I said, only I'd argue that since he never took his pants off, it was really just his shirt.

"Did I do something wrong?" I leaned up, feeling the coldness in his shift in demeanor.

"Of course not. We both had an itch that we needed to scratch, we accomplished that. But I don't think this should happen again. I'm going to go out for a smoke. Feel free to see your way out."