Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

Locke

I’m a wreck.

Physically. Mentally.

The fact that I’ve upset Sissy has ripped my insides to shreds. I didn’t realize my repentance was affecting her like this. I made her feel like a bad thing. A mistake. When in reality, she is and will always be the greatest joy of my life. My heart, my soul, the object of my never-ending hunger. All for her. Only for her.

She is my obsession and that fact has never been more obvious than it is right now when she swings back and forth beneath the moon, face down, her skirt blowing up every time she moves in that backward arc. Toward me. My dick is sweating in my briefs, throbbing and swelling against my belly. She’s singing to herself quietly, as if she doesn’t have a care in the world.

But she knows exactly what she’s doing.

Flexing her power over me.

She holds all of it in her perfect hand, doesn’t she?

Christ, yes.

From my throat down to my belly, I’m twisted up in knots, hating the fact that I’ve hurt my angel. Loathing myself for it. But beneath my stomach, it’s all need. My balls are miserable and throbbing, highly aware that I haven’t come inside of her since this morning. My skin is feverish, my fingers stretching with the desire to play with her tight teenage asshole. Her cheeks are so smooth and taut in the moonlight, her snug little entrances right there for the taking. Mine. They belong to me.

A growl builds in my throat and I unzip my pants, reaching in to jack myself off.

I haven’t claimed the back hole yet. My conscience stops me every time I consider it. This morning, when she was sitting on my face and slipped forward by accident, I started rimming her and she definitely enjoyed it, rubbing her sweet pucker all over my mouth and crying in that excited/confused tone for her Daddy. Could have tucked my cock into her ass then, no doubt, but where does the corruption end?

It doesn’t.

I’m starting to realize that.

The role of Sissy’s Daddy is a part of me now and what she said, about it not being wrong because it’s us, because it wouldn’t be this way with anyone else…she’s right.

She’s right.

In trying to cling to the remains of my devout self, I’ve made this sweet, trusting creature believe I’m ashamed of her. And that is a far worse sin than claiming this girl, who is wildly out of my league, and calling her mine. Causing her to shed a single tear is worse than our games. Like, pretending to steal a quickie before someone comes home and we get caught doing something illegal. I love her more than can be put into words, so I will let go of my misgivings and accept that we show affection for each other in a certain way. I will accept that no one is going to understand why she’s with me.

If it doesn’t bother her, I can’t let it bother me.

Because it upsets her. And I would rather drive a knife into my chest than do that.

I approach her with my fully erect dick choked in my right hand, the up-close view of her supple little cheeks knocking the wind out of me. “I’m sorry, Sissy.” Using my left hand to brace myself on the swing’s chain, I lean down and kiss each side of her bottom in turn, my tongue starved for a dirty lick up the middle. Not yet. I don’t deserve it yet. “Daddy’s very sorry.”

She sniffs. Ignores my apology and continues to swing, that damn skirt flying up over and over and over again, gnarling my loins and making me salivate. On one particularly broad arc, her soft, naked butt brushes my arousal, pushing it up to my belly, before flying away again.

My mouth opens on a silent groan. “Don’t tease me, pumpkin.”

Briefly, her thighs squeeze together on the swing, before parting again, and I know her pussy shrank when I called her by our secret nickname. It always does, whether I’ve got my fingers, my cock or my tongue inside of it. Yeah, she fucking strangles my dick when I say that word. “Don’t touch me,” she pouts over her shoulder. “I’m mad at you.”

My heart dips several inches. “I know you are.” On her next backward arc, I wrap an arm beneath her body and draw her to a stop, the curve of her ass tucking right into my lap so my cock can feel she’s undeniably wet. She’s enjoying this. Flashing me, taunting me, making me stiffer than a steel pipe. And thank God. I want her to enjoy everything we do, don’t I? I’m not going to be ashamed of how we show affection anymore. “You have every right to be angry at me,” I say into her hair. “I’ve been a fool to fight what’s between us when I love you so much, my heart feels broken and alive and chaotic every time I look at you.”

For long seconds, she doesn’t seem to take a breath. Then it all comes flying out in a rush. “I love you, too,” she whispers back at me, haltingly. “I feel it everywhere.”

“I know what you mean.” I fist her long blonde hair and tilt her head to the left, planting open-mouthed kisses on that soft column beneath her ear. “I’m starved for you every minute of the day. Not just your body, but your hand in mine, the way you make little things feel like an adventure, the way you look at me with so much trust. I won’t take that trust for granted. I won’t make you cry ever again, Sissy. I swear it.”

“I believe you.”

Her ass shifts in my lap and I grit my teeth. “And I won’t feel bad about this anymore.”

“About what?” she says softly, her sides beginning to puff in and out.

It takes an effort to swallow because the anticipation of what’s to come has dried out my mouth. “Our play time.”

I’ve never called it that before—and she appears to like it. A lot. She makes a mewling sound and arches her back beneath me, my hands raking down her ribcage, to her hips where I shove that little skirt up all the way. I finally give in to the insane craving for the taste of her ass, dropping to my knees in the sand and pushing her cheeks apart, my tongue blazing up a path straight up that center valley, before settling in to rim that beautiful asshole, so puckered and tight. Untouched by anyone but me—and that will always be the case.

Our location, the scene we’re creating, is not lost of me. The park is deserted this time of night, but we’re in semi-plain view of the adjacent road. Anyone who happened to glance over would see Sissy bent face down over a swing with a giant kneeling in the sand behind her, eating her ass like it’s his final meal. I should bring her home and finish this in my bed, but I can’t stop licking. Stroking my hands up and down her trembling thighs. Now that I’ve given myself permission to embrace my role in our relationship, I’m almost drunk on freedom.

Acceptance.

Hunger for my angel.

I wriggle the tip of my tongue against her back entrance for a full ten seconds, making her gasp and writhe her hips. Then I pull away long enough to deliver bites to her left cheek, followed by the right, my teeth sinking in just to the point of her sucking in a breath. “You love when I bring you to the park, don’t you, pumpkin?” I slide my thumb down the crack of her ass and slowly tuck it into that sweet pucker. “Just the two of us.”

“Yes.” Her thighs are already shaking violently, this perfect, responsive girl. Doesn’t matter what I do, she’s always on the verge of coming. God, I’m a lucky man. “I l-love it.”

“You like playing on the swings.”

She nods eagerly, though I can only see the back of her head. “Yes.”

“We play a little differently, though, than everyone else. Don’t we?” I sink my thumb in deep and watch moisture seep from her pussy below. It’s such a thing of beauty I shoot a string of come into the sand, my abdomen flexing painfully. “You’re the only little girl here who didn’t wear her panties. Did you want Daddy to see between your legs?”

The game between us has never been allowed to run amok. Usually, Sissy tempts me and taunts me until I break and start referring to myself by the D word. Most of the time, we’re already on the verge of climax and I can’t help it. Can’t keep the word buried inside when I have no control over my body and mouth. This time, I’m not even inside of her yet and I’m saying things that would have made me feel ashamed this morning. No longer.

Never again.

I give this girl what she needs—and get what I crave from her in the process.

“Yes,” she rasps, pushing her backside against my mouth and working her hips in a circle, moaning, trembling. “I wanted you to see.”

“Why?” I lean back and bring my palm down against her ass, groaning as the supple flesh shakes in response. “What happens when you let me see what’s under your skirt?”

“You get big,” she whispers. “You get big and put it inside me.”

Oh fuck. I’ve gone past the point of arousal now and I’m dripping, my dick pulsing with the need to be inside of her. My balls have been driven up into my stomach by her wobbly yet eager voice and the silk of her skin. I stumble to my feet and stoop forward above her, jacking myself off into the crack of her behind. “That’s right. You shoulder the blame for what I’m about to do, don’t you? You and your wet young cunt.” I let go of my cock long enough to spank her, then go right back to beating my flesh mercilessly. “The way you tease until you’ve turned me into animal who can’t help but squeeze his way into paradise. You make me fuck you.”

“I can’t help it, Daddy,” she purrs, lifting her hips. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not,” I grunt, winded, swiping my sweaty upper lip on my shoulder. “But maybe you will be once I’m balls deep in this ass.”

“I won’t be sorry. I love making you feel good.”

“Fuck. I’m going to do it.” I press the thick head of my cock into her too small hole, my chest heaving violently, the seed already threatening to spill out everywhere. “I’m going to come in this cute little butt. You’ve flashed it at me without consequences for the last time.”

Her thighs widen as I drive deeper, slowly, her breath rattling in and out.

She’s so tight back here, I am suddenly blind, a new pulse I’ve never experienced before taking up residence in my loins, my belly. Christ oh Christ. I’m not going to make it more than two thrusts, especially with her whimpering and wiggling around on it. Out of pure desperation to give her pleasure before I take mine, I reach around her hip to the juncture of her thighs and rub the pad of my middle finger against her clit. She bucks with such desperation that the chains of the swing clang together, the sound mingling with my out-of-control, grunting breaths.

“That cock tease pussy better come on these fingers after putting on such a show for me.” I switch to my thumb, brushing it side to side, quickly, over that swollen button of flesh. “Go on, pumpkin. Show me the real reason you leave the panties at home.”

She hiccups her way through a sob, the muscles of her back seizing beneath me. She shakes the chains of the swing, her orgasm sending a flood of moisture into the palm of my hand, pumping me full of pride. Gratification. Her whimpers echo around the park and I want to taste her pleasure. Bask in it. So I bring my soaked palm to my mouth and lick it thoroughly, that sugar hitting me in the back of the throat.

“Fuck yes,” I growl, delving my tongue in between each finger to get it all. Every ounce of her sweetness. It’s all mine. “Needed to make sure you ask for another trip to the park tomorrow, didn’t I?”

“Yes, I will. I will.”

“Good girl,” I praise, kissing the crown of her head.

She whines and pulses over those two words, working herself on my stiff dick where it’s buried in her asshole. “Yes,” she pants. “I’m a good girl.”

Lust is snapping and slavering at my throat and I can’t hold back any longer. I take firm hold of her hips, pull my shaft out halfway and sink between her waiting cheeks, my rasping curse tumbling out into the night air. “Oh sweet Jesus.”

I thought it would only take two pumps.

That’s all I should be allowed. She’s never done this before. Hell, I haven’t done it before, but it’s all about pleasure for me and none of the discomfort. Although, she doesn’t seem to be experiencing much. Not if her thready moans are any indication. Or the way she gasps in pure ecstasy every time I pound home, my hips ramming into her buttocks, again, again. It was only supposed to be two thrusts, but even my balls have put their desperation on hold out of pure wonder over the tight, untried friction of her asshole.

And then I can’t help myself, I’m railing her like a beast, sweat rolling down the sides of my face, my lips pulled back in a snarl. I’m suddenly determined to make her come again while I’m eight deep in her ass—and I know exactly how to do it. I give her more play time than she can stand, curving myself over her sexy body so I can growl directly into her ear.

“Maybe I’ll walk you down the aisle someday, pumpkin. But your horny pussy and this tight-as-fuck ass will always be married to Daddy. We’ll always sneak off on Christmas morning so I can open my real present—these thighs.”

I’m twice her size, yet she almost bucks me off, she comes so hard, screaming and shoving herself down on my hard sex, burying me deeper than I thought possible with a virgin—and I’m carried away on a tide, bellowing hoarsely into her neck, bliss shooting through me at the speed of light, my balls locked in a seemingly permanent spasm, filling her up with hot semen until it’s raining down into the sand beneath the swing. It’s painful to remain inside of her because she’s cinched up so tight, so I withdraw and drop to my knees behind her, my entire body in a state of euphoric shock.

But nothing compares to the pleasure of her slumping back into my arms, turning and wrapping her arms around my neck, nearly sedated from what we’ve done. She trusts me to carry her home and take care of her. Be her man. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

From now until forever.