Chapter 13

Riley

"Please," I begged, my voice sounding strange and breathy to my ears. I wasn't even sure what I was asking for, but whatever it was, I needed it.

Maxim growled, a low, possessive sound that seemed to roll through him and straight through me too. Gently, he traced a single finger down my body, pausing when he reached my right nipple and circling it gently.

"You need me, don't you?" he pressed. I bit the inside of my cheek hard, but I couldn't stop my head from nodding in acquiescence.

I did need him.

"Do… you need me?" I asked softly, my voice unsteady and terribly insecure. As soon as the words left my mouth, I wanted to take them back and for a moment, I panicked.

What if he didn't want me back? What if he thought I was being too slutty?

I liked to play the part of a slutty bad girl sometimes, but right now, I most certainly wasn't.

I was a nervous virgin facing the first fucking of her life, because that's what this was, right? My first time was about to happen with Maxim.

Oh, God.

My heart fluttered wildly in my chest, and I felt like I might pass out from the anticipation.

"Yes," he murmured, his voice a low rumble in the dark, the sound filled with need and promise. "I need you, Riley-girl. I need you like the very air I breathe. I've needed you since I saved you in that bar. I've needed you since I put you over my knee and I've needed you since you tried to run from me and earned my belt, and I've needed you since I've seen how wet you get for me every time I bare you to my eyes."

"Maxim," I breathed. My shock and shame spiraled through me in spades and with that came an even fiercer wave of heated desire.

"No, little girl. That's not what you're going to call me tonight," he chided softly.

"What should I…?" I asked, whispering as my heart pounded inside my chest like a never-ending drumbeat.

"Tonight, you're going to call me Daddy," he told me, his voice rumbling through me like a thunderstorm.

"Daddy?" I echoed.

His eyes darkened and the pupils of his eyes expanded until the blue of his irises was nearly imperceptible.

It felt so wrong, but somehow, at the same time, it felt perfectly right. Those two syllables were like the key to unlocking something inside of me, and the very moment they fell from my lips, the floodgates opened, and a drop of arousal rolled down my inner thigh.

"Fuck, moya malyshka," he growled, and the hoarse sound of his voice made my insides clench so hard that I questioned whether or not that counted as an orgasm all by itself.

I blushed so deeply, it was as if my face was about to burst into flames. His hand traveled further down, caressing the sensitive skin of my stomach. I could feel goosebumps rise all over my body in his wake and I had trouble keeping my breathing steady.

Slowly, his hand moved even lower. His palm glided over the soft fabric of my panties.

I froze.

"Wait! I've never done this before. I'm a virgin," I squeaked, my voice a little panicked, yet still laced with my heady arousal.

"I know, Riley-girl. I see right through you. You pretend to be a slutty little bad girl, but you've been waiting to be Daddy's good girl, haven't you?"

I bit my lip.

He wasn't wrong.

I nodded my head.

"Use your words, little girl," he urged.

"Yes, Daddy," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. My blush deepened and it took everything in me to keep my shameful arousal from boiling over.

"Good girl," he praised, and the warmth of his approval washed over me, filling me with a sense of contentment that I had never felt before. My heart swelled and I hummed nervously while the knot in my core tightened again.

It was an exhilarating feeling, and it only heightened the sensation of his touch.

"Now, be a good girl and take what Daddy gives you," he demanded, his voice firm.

"If I don't?" I whispered.

I don't know what had come over me. The words had just slipped out of me unbidden and then they were out in the open for the entire world to hear.

"Do you need to go over Daddy's knee first? If you need your bottom spanked bright, bright red, then I won't hesitate to give you exactly what you need, little girl," he warned, and my stomach fluttered with a sudden batch of butterflies.

Before I replied, his hand roamed down to my ass, clutching it hard enough for it to renew the sting from the belt last night. I yelped and shook my head.

"No, Daddy! Please don't spank me," I pleaded.

Even as I protested though, a little part of me hoped he would flip me over and swat my backside several times until I begged him for mercy.

Which is exactly what he did.

"Wait! I'll be your good girl," I quickly vowed, but that didn't stop his vicious hand from connecting with my panty-covered ass enough times to make me cry out from the sting.

I struggled, squirming under him, trying to get away from the punishment, but the iron bars of his arms and the weight of his body held me in place, and all I could do was take it.

"I think a bright pink bottom will be more than enough to show you that Daddy is in charge, won't it?"

"Yes, Daddy!" I keened, but then I lifted my bottom, almost like I was seeking him out.

Did I actually want a spanking? What was wrong with me?

When his palm landed on my sore flesh again, I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to keep quiet, but then, when the spanking stopped, a tiny little whimper escaped.

The next time his hand landed, I didn't even try to keep quiet.

He spanked me hard several times and the burning sting swept up my entire focus. Before I knew what was happening, he had flipped me over again and I landed hard on my sore ass.

A soft, breathy little moan escaped me, and his hands roamed over the front of my panties.

They were soaked.

So fucking soaked that it was embarrassing.

His gaze held mine, and as I watched, he slid his thumb beneath the elastic and slowly traced the tip up and down along the very edge of my inner thigh. I lifted my chin a little toward him and his mouth was on mine once again.

"You're so fucking wet, little girl. Do you enjoy it when Daddy spanks you?"

I turned my head, refusing to answer and his hand landed firmly on my outer thigh. I yelped, the sting punishing, and immediately he gripped my chin and forced me to look back at him.

"You know Daddy is more than willing to punish you, little girl, now answer me unless you want to be put to bed wet and needy with a much sorer ass than you have now," he threatened, and I sucked in a nervous breath.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out and he slapped my thigh again, only this time that much harder.

"Yes, Daddy," I hissed through clenched teeth, trying to keep it together even though my eyes were watering just from the sting.

"That's my good girl. Daddy is going to remember how good of a girl you were for him when he makes you come," he praised, and his words sent a sliver of pleasure cascading through me.

Then, without any more warning, he slid his fingers past the soaked gusset of my panties and ran the pad of his thumb up the length of my slit, stopping just short of my aching clit.

"No. Not yet. I'm going to enjoy the rest of you first."

The way he said it, with that dark, dominant tone, made my nipples harden. He smiled and his hand wrapped around my right breast, palming it gently. Then his mouth replaced his hand, his lips wrapping around my nipple.

The wet warmth was almost too much for me to bear.

Almost.

A visceral surge of desire surged straight down to my clit, and I struggled in his hold, trying to break free so that I could reach down and touch myself, but he didn't let me go. Instead, his grip tightened, and he growled in warning, the vibrations teasing my nipple and making my need jolt through me like lightning.

His mouth pulled away from my needy bud and he stared down straight into my eyes.

"Be a good girl for Daddy and take what you're given," he scolded, and my nipples stiffened into tight little buds, so hard that they could almost cut diamonds.

The need in his eyes was so intense, and the sight made my pussy throb even harder.

Then the corners of his mouth turned up into a devious smirk and he dipped his head, his mouth capturing my left nipple while his fingers toyed with my right.

Fuck.

They were so sensitive.

Each brush of his fingers against my stiff, pebbled bud sent a shockwave straight to my core, and when his fingers pinched down gently, I threw my head back and cried out in need.

His mouth was even worse.

Each swipe of his tongue against my hard little nipple, each gentle suck and even the tiny bite of his teeth caused me to squirm and writhe beneath him.

"Daddy," I breathed.

His mouth closed around my nipple and his fingers squeezed the other just a little harder and before I even knew what was happening, my body was shaking, and I was hurtling over the edge into an orgasm so unexpected that it crashed over me in one large tidal wave.

I came.

I came hard.

Harder than I ever had in my entire life.

It was so powerful that my body convulsed, my back arching, pushing my breast up into his mouth, and my muscles clenched so hard that they hurt, but nothing could stop the exquisite bliss coursing through me. With my head up in the clouds, I thrashed my head back and forth, my body rolling and my hips bucking against him.

His cock only grew harder.

Blazing hot fire burned through my veins, surging red hot with one wave after another, drawing me out with the tide and pushing me back in as each crashed over me with savage abandon.

The intensity of it nearly broke me.

I cried out, my voice hoarse with need, and his grip on me tightened, holding me in place while his mouth continued its relentless assault.

When my orgasm finally began to fade, I was left trembling, satisfied, and sated as I slumped against the bed.

But he didn't stop.

Instead, he just kept kissing me, all over my body.

From the valley between my breasts, across my stomach and down, down, down to my belly button.

Then his tongue dipped into my navel, and he circled it several times, drawing the tiny hole of flesh into his mouth. Another ripple of pleasure raced through me, and my body shuddered.

I hadn't known that it was possible to get so intensely turned on, but there was nothing for me to do pinned down like this other than lie there and take it.

So I did.

When his mouth reached the edge of my panties, he pulled away. A soft sound of protest escaped my throat, and he smirked.

"Don't worry, little girl. Daddy's going to take care of you," he reassured.

Then, with exceeding gentleness, he edged his fingers beneath the hem of my panties. I sucked in a sharp breath and held it as his hand moved lower, my panties down just far enough to reveal the top of my mound.

"These are very pretty, but Daddy is going to have to take them off," he murmured, his voice tickling the tiny hairs of my ears as his lips brushed against my earlobe and my neck, and then I was arching into his touch as he pulled my panties down the rest of the way.

He yanked them off and threw them aside.

With my pussy fully exposed, a fresh wave of shameful arousal cut right through me, and I trembled beneath him.

"Daddy, please," I pleaded.

"Do I need to spank this pretty pussy bright pink?" he warned.

"I'll be your good girl," I rushed out as a fresh wave of panic whipped right through me.

He'd spank me there?

There was no doubt in my mind that it would sting something fierce, but even so, my curiosity swelled again, and I struggled in his grip once more.

Provoking him.

Taunting him.

Pushing him to his limits.

He raised an eyebrow. I swallowed hard, realizing in an instant that he saw right through me. Carefully, his hand reached down and slowly slid down the length of me until he had my pussy cupped in his hand.

Then he slapped it.

Using just the flats of his fingers, he spanked my pussy three times in quick succession and immediately, the sting heightened to such an intensity that my cries quickly escalated along with it.

It was like he knew exactly where to strike to drive me wild and before I even realized what was happening, another orgasm was washing over me, and I was coming once again, crying and pleading and begging him for relief.

"That's my girl. You're being so good. Come so hard for me," he demanded, and my orgasm just crested higher and higher until my whole body was quivering with it. My eyes rolled back in my head and my toes curled all while my hips rolled against his cock.

For the first time ever, I wanted him inside of me. I wanted to know what it felt like.

My inner walls fluttered with sensation and my clit throbbed against the rough surface of the pads of his fingers, and then his kisses continued down past my navel. His grip on my wrists slowly loosened.

"Keep your hands where I put them, Riley-girl. It's about time I tasted this sweet little pussy."

The moment he spoke, his warm breath caressed my sensitive skin, and my core clenched hard. His mouth hovered right above the place that I needed him the most and I tried to lift my hips, seeking him out, but the man made me wait.

My core pulsed with need, and I whimpered quietly.

"Please, Daddy," I begged. I didn't understand it. I'd come twice already, but my desire seemed like it was unquenchable. I just wanted more, needed more, and he was the only one who would give it to me.

I needed Maxim.

No.

I needed Daddy.

His tongue slowly trailed up the length of my slit, the light contact between us almost too much to bear, and I gasped as the ache inside me grew even more persistent.

A low, possessive growl rumbled through him, and his grip tightened, his palms pressed flat against my inner thighs, spreading me wide open as his mouth descended and wrapped around my pulsing clit.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

His tongue circled there, and my eyes rolled back in my head. Then he started suckling me.

I cried out, my entire body shaking. The pleasure was so intense that it almost hurt, but it was wonderful all the same. Without meaning to, my hands flew down, grabbing onto his hair and gripping tight.

I tugged his face against me, and he growled in warning.

Quickly, I realized my mistake and put my hands back up over my head.

He returned his attention to my needy clit and my hips bucked and rolled. I couldn't stop myself from writhing beneath him, but when his hands settled on my hips and held me down, I realized that I wasn't going anywhere.

"You're going to come hard for Daddy," he whispered, his hot breath caressing my needy bundle of nerves and I nearly lost it right then and there.

His mouth wrapped around my clit again and he started sucking, his tongue circling my aching bud and before I even knew what was happening, I was hurtling toward an orgasm so fast that it felt like I had gotten whiplash.

His fingers dug into my hips, his touch sure and firm and his mouth kept on moving.

And that was when I shattered.

I broke into a thousand tiny pieces and my entire body trembled and convulsed with the most intense release I had ever felt. My legs quivered as I screamed. My clit was so sensitive that my release bordered on painful, the sharp cut of my pleasure piercing through me like a hot knife through butter.

My cries echoed off the walls, filling the space all around us.

I could feel his smile against me and somehow, I just knew.

He was pleased.

He was very, very pleased.

"That's Daddy's very good girl. You're so pretty when you come for me," he praised, and I blushed as he pulled away from me and resituated himself above me, his eyes locked on mine the entire time.

He wasn't letting me hide from my pleasure for even a second. He knew I was enjoying myself and there wasn't anything I could do to keep that from him.

"Now, little girl, I think you're ready to take Daddy's cock," he murmured, and my inner walls clenched tight with desire.

In an instant, my thoughts immediately turned to the hard length between his thighs.

My stomach fluttered, and a new wave of nerves flooded me.

Was I really going to lose my virginity to him?

He leaned down and kissed me again, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and tasting me, and I melted into the kiss. I wanted to pull back, too ashamed to be tasting my own arousal, but he didn't let me.

The sweet musky flavor of my wetness blossomed over my tongue, and I shivered with need.

The impossible happened.

My desire rose from the ashes once again. My clit throbbed to life and in nothing more than a few breaths, my need rose until I could hardly stand it.

As his lips left mine, I moaned just as my hips bucked beneath him and he chuckled softly.

"Such a needy little girl for Daddy," he murmured, and my heart nearly leapt into my throat.

I bit my lower lip hard, trying to keep quiet, and he just looked at me. His gaze was so intense that I could have caught fire simply from meeting his heated stare.

Then he reached down and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the hard tattooed lines of his chest. I glanced down at the dark flowing lines, trying to make sense of the patterns, but I was too far gone for it to really come together.

He tossed his shirt aside and stared down at me, assessing. When I groaned with need, his lips drew up in a devious smile and he reached down and unbuttoned his slacks, slowly freeing his cock to my view.

It was still dark in the room, but the moonlight glimmering through the window was enough for me to see it in all of its glory.

His cock was long, thick, and heavy. I could see the vein that ran up the length of his shaft and the drop of pre-cum dripping from the tip.

The sight of it took my breath away and a fresh fissure of fear rocked my senses.

He wasn't going to fit inside me. It wasn't possible. He was too big, and my thighs clenched together only for his knee to drive between them and push them apart.

"Don't worry, Riley-girl. Daddy's got you," he murmured, and I struggled a bit before he reached down and toyed with my clit again.

In moments, he chased my fear away and replaced it with rampant arousal. When he leaned down, he pressed his mouth to mine, kissing me so gently and sweetly.

I could taste the salt of his sweat and the muskiness of my wetness. Our scents mingled, and a shiver ran up and down the length of my spine.

Before long, I was shaking with desire and my thighs were coated with it.

"You're ready, little girl. This might hurt a little, but trust that Daddy is going to make you come long and hard with every last inch of his cock inside of you," he murmured, and my legs opened reflexively.

When the blazing hot head of his cock brushed against my entrance, I keened, scared and aroused and so needy that I couldn't stand it.

His mouth captured mine once again, and his tongue plundered my mouth, claiming me, distracting me.

Then, he started pushing inside of me. My body slowly stared to open for him, but then he reached the barrier of my virginity, and he paused for a long moment.

I tried to catch my breath and calm myself, but it was hard. My chest rose and fell with my frayed nerves.

"Look into my eyes, moya malyshka. Let me watch as I take you for the very first time," he coaxed and that's when I realized my eyes were squeezed shut.

Slowly, I opened them and looked up into his gaze. It was soft and warm and comforting and everything I ever needed in that moment.

Then he thrust past my virginity.

The pain was sudden and sharp, and I tried to squirm away, but his hold on me was too strong. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes and my hands reached for him. He let me hold onto his biceps and as the pain slowly began to fade, he started moving, pulling his cock out and then sliding it back inside, taking a little more of me each time.

"That's it, moya malyshka. You're taking me so well. I'm so proud of you," he growled and my whole world centered in on the two of us. The slight burn of his cock stretching me only served to heighten the need coursing through my body.

When he pulled his cock out, his pelvic bone ground against my clit and the pressure on my sensitive bundle of nerves sent a jolt of pleasure spiking through me. I cried out, pressing my naked body against his.

I expected him to take me hard, but his gentleness surprised me.

He didn't fuck me.

He made love to me.

Slow and sweet and perfect.

Each thrust of his cock inside me pushed me closer and closer to the edge and before I even knew what was happening, an orgasm was hurtling toward me at light speed. I tried to fight it, but it was like trying to hold back an eighteen-wheeler with nothing more than my bare hands.

Impossible.

Then, just as my body clenched down hard, the wave crashing over me and taking me with it, he kissed me and swallowed down the sounds of my pleasure, his thrusts coming harder and faster and making the pleasure inside of me explode into something bigger, brighter, and stronger.

I screamed.

My orgasm bore down on me fast and hard, and so thoroughly that I was swept up in the riptide and taken along with the current of exquisite ecstasy coursing through my body, one surge after the next until my screams turned to moans and then whimpers.

"Daddy," I whined, and his thrusts only came more swiftly.

Harder.

More demanding.

"Daddy, please!" I begged. I didn't know what I was begging for. Did I want him to stop? Did I want more?

I didn't know what I wanted, but I knew what I needed.

I needed to come hard on Daddy's cock.

Again.

"What does my little girl need?" he growled, and his hands gripped my hips hard, lifting me just enough to change the angle and I cried out, the sharp spike of pleasure tearing through me like lightning.

"Come for Daddy, moya malyshka," he demanded, and I couldn't help myself.

I obeyed.

With a cry, I came, and his cock pistoned in and out of me, his length hitting something deep inside of me. My entire body rolled with pleasure, and I lost the ability to see straight. My eyes rolled back in my head and my fingers gripped at his biceps, holding on for dear life as I rode wave after wave of sheer bliss.

I screamed.

I writhed.

I came so hard stars danced behind my eyelids.

Still, he didn't stop. The sweetness from earlier was gone and he rode me hard.

He wasn't making love to me any longer.

He was fucking me.

Taking me.

Making me his.

And I loved every second of it.

It was rough and wild and unhinged and exactly what I needed.

I lost count of how many times I came. I just did. Over and over again until each climax was laced with more pain than pleasure and I started begging him to come with me.

"Please, Daddy," I pleaded. "Please come."

I didn't know if I could take it that much longer.

"Daddy's not through enjoying this beautiful body, moya malyshka. You're going to keep coming until I am," he growled and just then, his mouth crashed down on mine.

His thrusts grew more frantic, more fast paced, and my eyes rolled back in my head again. All I could do was feel.

I lost the ability to speak.

To scream.

To breathe.

To beg.

One orgasm turned into two and then two bled into three until I was a mass of exquisitely intense sensation that didn't have an end in sight. My body convulsed and then I came so hard that tears filled my eyes. Blackness bordered on the edges of my vision and my consciousness stuttered and tilted on its edge.

And then, finally, his cock stiffened and with one last, deep thrust, his body stilled. His groan vibrated through my entire body and the heat of his cum filled me while his arms wrapped around me, holding me close.

I came so hard that I passed out.