WARNING: This story contains Daddy/girl play (and dirty talk). Read Part I.
She is a bad girl.
There is very specific protocol if she wants me to fuck her. She is supposed to ask for it, nicely. If she’s embarrassed, she is to sit on my lap and tell me she has a secret.
She wants it, all the time. She is the first girl I’ve dated seriously who has a higher sex drive than I do.
I want her to own her desires. To know there’s nothing wrong or shameful about wanting to be fucked, to be opened, to be taken. But sometimes, she can’t. She forgets she’s supposed to ask, and instead drops hints and tries to turn me on, to entice me. Sometimes, this frustrates me. Sometimes, it becomes a game, reminding her she is a bad girl for wanting it and not being able to tell me.
This is what happens.
I sit on the couch reading a book and drinking tea after the dinner she made. For me. She finishes the dishes, brings her book out too, sits next to me. She doesn’t look at me as she finds the place marked by a small piece of paper and starts reading. I’m not paying attention; she’s watching me from the corner of her eye. Her legs stir, she shifts position, pull them underneath her as she inches closer to me.
I turn a page. She turns her eyes to the pages of her book, moves them along the words, not reading. She’s tried to get my attention all through dinner. Touched her foot to my ankle under the table. Gazed at me, lusty and devourous. Touched my hand and forearm, leaned across the table to display her breasts. Kept her thighs apart. Crossed them, rubbed her legs together.
She gets frustrated that I’m not paying attention. Starts pouting a little. She sighs, audibly.
I ignore her.
We read a while. I’m deeply involved in the middle of this book, and besides, didn’t she just get fucked this morning? I am impatient with this seduction routine, it makes me feel anxious, itchy. And simultaneously, something dark in me growls from down low.
I finish my tea, put my book down, and get up to brush my teeth. When I emerge, she watches me from the couch, waiting for some cue from me, and almost rolls her eyes when I give her none. She sets her book down on the coffee table a little harder than necessary and gets up to brush her teeth, wash her face, prepare for bed.
We cross next to each other in the hallway and I slam her up against the wall, face first. She whimpers, gasps. Breathes in.
“Is this what you wanted?” I grip her arm and twist it behind her, my mouth close to her cheek.
She hesitates. “N-no,” she starts.
I twist a little more. “Isn’t it? You need some attention, pretty girl? Need to get touched, played with?”
“No, no Daddy, I just—”
“You just what.”
“I just … wanted you to kiss me, Daddy. I wanted to be close to you.”
“And?” I wait. She hesitates. “What else?”
“I wanted …”
“You wanted to get fucked, didn’t you.”
Her body pulses and I feel it, pressed tight, caught between my hips and the wall. “Yes,” she whispers.
“You’re supposed to tell me when you want to get fucked.”
“I know, Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m supposed to tell you my secret. I’m supposed to sit on your lap and tell you I have a secret. I’m supposed to tell you. I’m sorry, Daddy!”
“That’s better.” I stroke her hair. She’s on edge, flinches a little, not sure what to expect. She knows she’s in trouble. “You’re behaving like a bad girl tonight, keeping your legs open and coming on to me. I bet you’re already wet, aren’t you.”
She twitches. She knows she is. I know it too. I bring my other hand down between her legs and push her wet panties aside, slip my finger between her pussy lips. “See?” I whisper next to her ear. “Bad girl.”
“No? No what?”
“No, I’m a good girl Daddy. I’m good!”
“Oh you are, huh? Do bad girls get all wet like this? Hmm?”
“No, Daddy,” she whimpers.
“No, I didn’t think so. You’re a bad girl tonight. And you know what Daddies do to bad girls?”
She tenses, and heat flushes to her cunt and cheeks. “What?”
I release her from the wall and shove her back toward the bedroom door. “Let’s find out.” She stumbles for a step and then walks forward, twisting her head toward me quickly, then straightening up. “Go,” I say, low and hard.
She turns when she gets into the bedroom, leans a little against our tall bed, keeps her mouth shut. I unbuckle my belt and we both hear the metal against metal clinking sound. I see her chest shudder, mouth water, a Pavlov’s dog response. She breathes out.
I pull the belt from the loops in one fluid motion. “Bend over the bed.”
I see a flash of fear in her eyes; she doesn’t like pain too much, and she doesn’t like the belt. Some nights, I care about that. Not tonight. Tonight she’s going to get used, because I am a Good Daddy and that’s what she wants, even if she doesn’t quite know it yet.
I push her panties down over her thighs. She starts to step out of them but I snarl, “Leave them,” and she quiets. They puddle around her ankles. I start out slow, with sweet little slaps against her ass cheeks, warming her up. She’s on edge, tender and nervous and sensitive, jumping at every touch. I will be gentle, kind of.
“This is what bad girls get,” I hiss in her ear as I start hitting harder.
She whimpers. Breathes in, and her chest heaves.
“You’ve been a bad girl tonight. Haven’t you.” I keep the blows steady, increasing force and speed just a little.
“N-no Daddy, I’m a good girl.” She’s tearing up already. This will be quick.
“You wanted to get fucked tonight, didn’t you, bad girl.”
I pause, then let my arm wind back and the belt comes down, hard. “Yes what?”
She lets out a wail. “Yes, yes I wanted to get fucked tonight, Daddy.”
“And did you tell me that?”
“What are you supposed to do, when you want to get fucked, bad girl?”
“To tell you my secret, Daddy. I’m supposed to tell you. That I want to … get fucked.”
“That’s right.” I let the belt drop but keep it in my hand and smooth her ass with my hand. She gulps air, wipes her teary cheeks on the bedspread. “That’s right, bad girl.”
“N-no, Daddy, I’m a good girl.”
“You’ve been bad tonight.”
“No, no Daddy.”
“You’re my bad girl tonight.” I pick up the belt again, let a few more blows fly. Her ass is getting red, I can see it flush even in the dim light of the nightstand lamp. “I get to play with you how I like. Isn’t that how it works.”
She hesitates. “Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s good, baby. That’s right.” I run my hand along her ass again, dip my finger between her legs. She’s dripping onto her thighs. I lean over her body so she can feel me close to her. “I get to use you how I like. That’s how bad girls get fucked.”
She whimpers, manages to whisper through her tears, “Okay, Daddy.”
“Good. Now, five more, then I’m going to get my cock out.” She’s trying not to cry. Her body tenses at the mention of five more, of any more, hits with the belt. “Count.”
I back off and roll my shoulders to prepare, push the skirt of her dress higher up on her waist. I fling the belt and the edge of it catches her ass, leaving a sharp mark.
She gasps. “One.”
“Good.” I hit her again, a little lighter.
“Two.” She whimpers. “Three.”
She’s squirming. I press her back into the bed. “Four! Daddy!” She can’t take much more.
“You can take it,” I growl in her ear. “One more. For me. Because you’re a bad girl.”
She sobs a little, scrunches up her pretty face. I lift my hand and prepare the belt. “Spread your legs,” I say, and she does, just a little more, after pulling them together for protection.
“That’s my girl,” I soothe, and she relaxes, just a little more. I let the last blow snake from my hand, the whole length of the belt over both cheeks. It wraps a little over her hip, the tip snaps at her skin.
“Five!” she yells into the mattress as another sob escapes. She’s trying to be strong and take it, I can tell, but she’s still scared of the pain. “Shh, shh,” I whisper, bending over her body as I run my hands along her ass, striped hot red. “You okay?”
“Good.” I stand and let the belt drop to the floor where the heavy buckle clanks against the hardwood. I unbutton, unzip my jeans, pull them down and off, and my briefs, and retrieve my cock, pull the harness on and tighten the buckle. I leave my tee shirt and binder on.
“Stand up,” I say, and she does, turning to face me. “Take your dress off.” She pulls it over her head, tosses it to the floor, shivers as the air touches her skin. “Mmm, nice.” I run my hands along her body, pinching her nipples and cupping her tits, then push her back onto the bed, gently but with force, and she lets me. She breathes in. I knock her legs apart at the knee and she spreads her thighs. I grip my cock in my hand, lube it up from the pump bottle on the nightstand.
“Spread your pussy open for me.”
She brings her fingers down, both hands, and pulls her lips apart so I can see her shiny pink slit split open. I push my cock inside, slick and easy.
She sighs. “Ohh.”
“You like that? See, bad girl, you’ll get fucked when I am good and ready to fuck you. You know how to ask nicely.” I work my cock in and out of her. She pulls her thighs up, rocks her hips back to take it deeper. “And when you ask nicely, you get fucked nicely. But when you forget how to ask, you get used up. You understand?”
She grips the blanket with her fists, opens her eyes to say, “Yes.”
“I get to use you up. Fill up your holes, fuck you and take you how I like. You understand?” I bring two fingers to her mouth and shove them in. She sucks them down immediately and I can feel her cunt tighten. “See how you get all filled up, bad girl. Filled in all your pretty little holes.” I work my hips harder and she bucks against me. She’s close, pressing her thighs up into her stomach to take my cock all the way in. She nods and starts turning her head from side to side, thrashing her body against me and the bed.
She mumbles against my fingers and pushes them out of my mouth to say, “Daddy, can I come? Please?”
I grin at her asking. She’s close, and holding back. “Oh, aren’t you being good, asking me nice and pretty like that.” I keep thrusting inside, harder, and she squirms, whimpers. “Yes baby, go ahead and come.” She moans and thrashes more, slamming her hand down on the bed and arching her back, squeezing so hard that she pushes my cock out and her legs straighten. She comes with a small gush and shudders, stomach squeezing, back arching, until she falls back and her body quiets, and she breathes out.
She catches my eye, reaches up for me. “My sweet Daddy,” she murmurs.
“Dirty little bad girl. Did you like that?”
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you.”
I bring my mouth down to hers again, sweet soft kisses, and she wraps her arms around me.