Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Locke

I sitshirtless on the edge of my bed, praying the rosary for the third time.

There is something particularly vile about reciting the words when I’m covered in a sheen of sweat and my cock is dripping in my boxers. I’m all but shaking with the animal need to walk across the hall and pummel that little pussy. It’s mine. She has offered it to me. She was mine the second I spotted her on the security monitor.

But I’m going to stay strong.

I’m going to help this abused girl. Assist her in starting a new life, finding her footing.

She’s not going to start her life as a plaything for a man twice her age.

I’m not the kind of man who has playthings, either. I’m not some sick pervert who role plays and calls himself Daddy.

That’s exactly what you ache to be. For her.

Yeah. Somehow she’s made me want these unspeakable things. To take the job of the man in her life. Protector, provider. Pleasure giver. I want to consume her. To be her world. And that’s wrong. It’s wrong. Especially after what she said to me.

No, Locke. You can’t take care of me. You have to teach me how to take care of myself.

God above, she is extraordinary. To overcome her fear and run from her father, come to Vegas. A place so unfamiliar and overwhelming. Walking into the casino to interview for a job must have been terrifying, but she did it anyway. This girl is going to live an amazing life. I’m not going to stall out her journey right at the outset by saddling her with my lust. My needs. If I do that, I’ll never be able to let her go. I’ll lock her down, just like her father did before me.

I finish the rosary and carefully arrange the string of beads on my bedside table. Crossing myself, I get into bed beneath the covers and switch off the light. Five seconds later, I already know sleep is going to be impossible with my dick this hard. I have no choice but to stroke off. Prayers did nothing to reduce the size or urgency of my erection.

Turning over onto my back, I grit my teeth and reach into my boxers, my breath releasing in a hiss when I finally get a fist around it, stroking once. Twice. Circling my thumb roughly around the head, my hairy thighs jolting open in the sheets. I try to stop myself from picturing Sissy, but there isn’t a hope in hell for me. The delicate shape of her mouth, the innocent curiosity in her eyes, the body that promises sin. Deep, dark sin.

It doesn’t take long before I’m railing her in the fantasy. I’ve got her legs spread open underneath me and I’m pumping like a dog, way too big for a little thing like her. Twice her size. And it’s not stopping me. Not when her pussy is making those wet smacking sounds and I’ve got two balls full of fuel. She’s taking it so bravely, wanting to make Daddy happy—

My bedroom door opens.

I suck in a breath and quit jacking myself immediately, my whole body shaking from being brought to the edge. I must order her back to the guest room, even though there’s an invisible hand wrapped around my throat. I’m choking with the need to come.

“Sissy,” I finally growl. “Go back to bed.”

“I can’t. I can’t sleep.” She hugs her elbows. “It’s weird being in a strange place. I’ve never slept anywhere but at home. In my room or the barn.”

My protective streak throbs like a heartbeat. I don’t like her uncomfortable or feeling out of place. She should be at peace under my roof. Always. But if she gets into this bed with me right now, I don’t know if I can be responsible for my actions. “Honey…”

“Can I lay with you?” Her knee is already on the edge of the bed, one hand peeling back the covers. “Just for a little while?”

“That’s not a good idea.”

Damn, I hate the way her shoulders dip with disappointment. “Why?”

“You know why, Sissy.” I pump my fist around my cock, pre come rolling down my knuckles, my teeth clenching. “Get too close and I might pop that juicy little cherry.”

Color stains her cheeks. “D-do you mean, take my virginity?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.” She sits down beside me on the bed, considering the motion of my fist beneath the comforter, that beautiful bottom lip caught between her teeth. “One time when I was in high school, a man brought his son to the farm. Our fathers had business together. I was ordered to stay in my bedroom, so I did. I was writing in my journal. But I noticed a something moving out of the corner of my eye. It was the son. Looking in my bedroom window. He was watching me and…doing that. What you’re doing. Touching himself. Furiously.”

She says those final two words in a whisper and draws back the sheet. God help me, I let her. I need her to see my cock. Need it to be her whole universe.

“Oh my goodness,” she gasps, dropping the sheet to the side. “Is that…the n-normal size?”

“Normal for me,” I grind out, stroking it for her. Sick. You’re sick. She’s innocent. Stop.

Sissy tilts her head to get a better look at my shaft, as if fascinated. “It looks like it belongs to one of our farm animals.”

“Which one?” I grunt, openly masturbating myself now, like a pervert.

“The bull,” she says, lifting awed eyes to mine. “That boy who looked at me—”

“Don’t remind me of the boy,” I shout through my teeth. “I’d like a snap his neck.”

She slides her fingertips up the middle of my bare chest, threading them through my dense crop of chest hair. “No. It only happened once and it was years ago.” Oh lord. Her sweet, curious touch is going to finish me. “But he seemed to get excited looking at me while he did this. This thing you’re doing. Maybe you want to look at me, too?”

Before I can guess her intention, she has stripped off the shirt.

She’s kneeling beside me. Naked in the muted light.

Jesus forgive me, she was crafted for pornography.

Supple tits, a tight round ass, lithe thighs. And a cunt that screams to be violated.

I’m weak. I’m so weak when it comes to this girl.

“Will you just…” I’m panting, beating off shamelessly, sweat rolling down the creases in my neck. “Kneel over it. Not on it. Don’t sit down, whatever you do. Just kneel over it and…”

“And what?” she whispers, her eyes luminous. Excited?

Shame blankets me. “Straddle it and call me Daddy.”

A tremble races through her, those nipples perking into sharp points right in front of my eyes. Horny. A horny virgin. Holy heaven above. Am I fighting a losing battle? I don’t have time to ponder that possibility too deeply because she’s lifting her right leg, preparing to kneel above my engorged dick where my fist strokes it in a blur, as close as I’m letting myself get to that untapped pussy.

But before she can swing her legs over completely, she bats her eyelashes at me and says, “Can I have my first kiss, too?”

And then she pouts a little and shakes her young tits at me—and I’m fucked.

I’m so beyond fucked.

“Yes. Anything you want,” I say raggedly, groaning when she lights up and throws that thigh across my hips, bringing her pussy an inch above where I’m beating it like a beast. I devour the sight of her tits, the parted, glistening lips of her cunt and I pulse wildly in my hand, growing larger than I’ve ever been before. The utter perfection of her has actually added length to my dick. And I burn, I burn with the need to flip her over and shove it deep, deep between those gorgeous thighs. She’d let me, too. She’d encourage me. That’s what makes it hurt so bad to merely stroke myself.

But wait.

No.

I don’t even know the meaning of the word hurt, do I? Not until she leans down, her titties flattening to my chest, her lips whispering against my mouth. “Kiss me, Daddy.”

Our lips lock together. Her thighs lose strength immediately, as if she’s overcome by the friction of our mouths, and her warm, wet pussy drops straight down onto my pumping hand. FUCK. It has the effect of an explosion taking place in my head. In my balls. I’m snarling into the kiss now, rubbing the throbbing head of my cock against her drenched hole, her mouth moving over mine curiously, giving me her tongue like a good girl, letting me play with it wetly.

Crudely.

“Christ. You even taste too young,” I grunt. “Taste like Daddy’s little girl.”

“I am,” she whimpers, riding me now with hurried rolls of her hips. “I’m your little girl.”

I’m not inside of her. But her slick flesh is parted around my hard length. She’s slipping up and down, up and down, her breath growing more and more shallow. And I know the exact moment she discovers the angle where we tickle her clit. Her eyes lose focus and she starts to buck, her mouth meeting mine again, our kiss more nasty this time. Tongues and teeth and hissing of names. Begging words.

“I’m going to come,” I bark, taking two handfuls of her tight ass to slow her down. “Going to shoot my load if you keep wet humping that pussy all over me.”

“Want you to come,” she moans, planting kisses on my face. Worshipping me. It’s unreal. She can’t be real. “Want to satisfy you. Need to.”

It takes me a second to find my voice, I’m so overcome. With emotion. With lust. “Okay, honey,” I grit out. “But we need to please you in the process.”

That seems to bring her slightly out of her trance and she nods, biting her lip and riding me with these sexy little whimpers, her clit swelling more and more against my johnson, her tits bouncing everywhere. I dig my fingers into the flesh of her ass and beg my balls to hold on, hold on, hold on—

“I think I’m…oh. Oh! Locke. Daddy.”

“It’s okay. Come on your Daddy, pumpkin.”

She falls on top of me, still working her hips, choking sobs into the curve of my neck. I use my grip on her butt to rake her up the length of my dick one more time, then I let my wad go. The intensity of my orgasm rips a roar out of my throat, and God help me, I spank her too-young ass while it happens. Too hard. While I’m being changed forever.

I can’t breathe during my climax, yet I’ve never been so full of oxygen. Energy. She invigorates me and depletes me at the same time. I finally manage to stop smacking her bottom and wrap my arms around her, rolling us around on the mattress while I come. While I soak her. It’s like we’re wrestling, but I’m soaking the sheets while we’re at it, my little gift from God moaning like she loves every second of my big body rolling on top of hers, working around, getting my coarse flesh all over her smooth figure.

We’re playing. It’s sick. And I can’t stop.

I can’t.

But one of the times I roll Sissy on top of me, she yawns, goes limp and falls asleep, purring like a kitten on my hair-covered chest. “Daddy,” she murmurs, tucking her head beneath my chin.

Responsibility courses through me, turning to stone in every region of my insides, never to be broken. I will protect this angel at all costs. I will make her happy and safe while she finds her way in a scary, new world. Maybe…maybe it’s time to accept that my maker has sent Sissy to me, as a temporary light in the darkness. A reward for being faithful.

But I cannot be greedy.

Whatever time I’m allowed with her? I will be damn grateful for it. I will thank my God for every second, minute and hour. And when it’s time for her to fly…

I will force myself to wish her well and watch her soar.

And by God, I will leave her pure.