Daddy & Julie

“You’ll say it, princess, when you’re coming.”

He swept the hair out of her eyes and cupped her already lifted chin. She was invariably willful and he smiled at her stoicism. Even now, with her naked limbs stretched wide across the bed, she was stubbornly engaged. Her eyes gleamed fire and she pursed her lips when their gazes met.

“Tell me you’ll say it, Julie” he said forcefully.

“Fine, daddy. Fine, I’ll say it.”

She rotated her hips upwards, a fidget made of pure arousal. The lips between her legs were alive and she offered herself like a skilled toreador. Her body was unaware of its restraints, her focus single-minded and obsessive for his attention. Her mouth opened and silently screamed for touch, her eyebrows perked in infatuation. He studied the curves of her breasts, the way her breathe undulated from her hair to her toes, the tumble of soft blonde fur near her navel. She was such a woman, bound and yet so active, and he loved how easily she could abandon herself and leave only the most well-worn characteristic behind: neediness, impatience, desire.  

He smiled at her exquisiteness and affectionately stroked her belly. She wiggled her pelvis towards his fingers.

“Such a little whore for your daddy”.

The tender words lingered in the atmosphere as his belt sliced through the bedroom and seared a near-immediate welt to Julie’s inner thigh.

“Oooooppph” she murmured.

But her skin drank the injury and it spread his adoring contradiction throughout each cell of her body. Again and again the belt met her flesh, making bands of purple and pink on her abdomen, thighs, chest. Julie sang with each strike but her steadied her limbs for his next advance. He loved the vigor of her body, its indomitable robustness. As if her body was built solely to withstand the inhumanity of his love.

“That’s my good girl” he whispered as the belt fell quiet again by his side.

With glossed eyes, she craned her neck off the mattress, sweat mingling along her hair line. “Daddy…” she crooned. He knew that sultry tone, knew the temptation and innocence she tried to mask in it; the tone she always used to dissuade him from abuse. He kneeled next to her face and knotted his hand through her hair.

“Baby wants daddy to be nice?”

Before she could answer, he thrust his tongue into her open mouth. She met his lips with fury and urgency and moaned each time she exhaled. When he broke their kiss, he looped the belt around her neck and pulled tight, until her eyes woke to a world with less oxygen.

The leather band twisted into his fist and his free hand traveled to the warm markings on her thighs. She flinched instinctual under his investigation.

“No. Don’t move! Let daddy see what he’s done to you.”

Her animation surrendered itself as his free hand spread her pussy lips, revealing a watery invitation between. He rubbed two fingers between the inner and outer labia, his fingers engulfed with her fluid. He held her pussy open and stared into her eyes.

 “Why are you so wet, baby?”

This was where she struggled. It was not the metal chains or the impossible positions he bound her to. It was not the beatings or the impossible waiting. It was finding words when he had stripped her of her intelligence.

 “…Because…” she started “…. Because…"

“Because why baby?”

“….because…. you’re… touching me, daddy”

“And you like that, baby? You like daddy coming into your room, ripping off your jammies, holding open your dripping cunt, like you’re an animal, like you’re a whore who can’t control her own desire? You like that daddy leaves you alone all day and strangles you awake at night?”

Julie’s mouth pouted open, all of her expression flooded in stimulation. “Yes… daddy…yes…”

“And you like it when daddy treats your pussy like this?”

She sharply inhaled as he flicked the end of his belt onto her defenseless cunt. Each whack made her entire body wince and yield a galaxy of whimpers. His aim was general but with every bullseye to her clit Julie bucked with shock. She could not decide if his violence was pleasurable or painful and her facial expression short-circuited from the indecision. To confuse her further, he drove his fingers into her hole and he inwardly smiled when her noises drop several decibels, a hallmark of her deep arousal.

“There’s a good girl,” he said lovingly as he jerked the belt around her neck.

Her eyes whipped and her whole body erupted fuchsia. He rhythmically pumped two fingers in and out of her pussy and kept the belt taut in his other hand.  Instinctively her pussy clenched and released with his fingers’ movement and a deluge cascaded out of her. As he felt her gspot swell and lower itself, he loosened the snare of the belt. 

“Oh, look. There’s baby’s spot. Right there. Who’s spot is this baby?” He tapped his fingers to emphasize his question. Her eyes transfixed towards the ceiling, her soul captivated by his command. She loved him for touching a fragment of her body that she could never touch or see herself.  

“…it’s yours….” she whispered.

“Who’s?” His fingers coiled upwards and rooted into her swelling.

“Fuck. Daddy’s! It’s yours. It’s daddy’s spot!” The words came out in a tornado of relief. It was daddy’s spot. It was and would always be daddy’s spot no matter how long he left her alone.

“That’s a good girl, Julie. Daddy’s going to unchain your arms now. Touch your pussy. Show daddy how you rub your clitty.”

She didn’t feel the pain that the red marks around her wrist implied. Dutifully, she plied her pussy apart and easily found her clit, soaked and awake. Her fingers circled around the outer edges and he slipped his fingers through the grooves of her pussy. Her hips pulsated and her feet pulled against the remaining restraints, the endorphins completely vanquishing the tension around her ankles. He watched as her nipples rose and deepened in color, announced the approaching of her orgasm.

“Someone’s close to cumming, baby.” He maintained steady assault on her pussy even though she slowed the circling of her clit.

“No, keep going baby. You’re going to come and you’re going to say it” he said matter-of-factly.

Julie mouth twitched in discomfort, the most genuine tell of vulnerability she had shown all evening. Her hands obeyed and spun in pace with his cues, while she hesitated with her mouth.

“You’re going to say Julie. Right as you’re coming. Do you hear me!” He yanked his hand out of pussy and let down a flurry of smacks on her open gaping hole.

“…Yes! … Daddy! Please. Yes! I’ll say it!” Julie panted her words, her whole face flush with deliberation.

He slammed his hand back up against her gspot and she screeched. With his other hand he slid his cock outside of his boxers and dragged his palm across his girth. Julie’s want amplified when she saw the glisten head.

“Good little slut. Keep rubbing your clit.” He kissed the insides of her thighs as he methodically pumped her pussy. He kissed the bruises on her belly and the sucked each nipple affectionately. He kissed up to her ear and let the warmth of his breath caress her face.

“I know you’re close baby” he said sweetly “You’re going to say it. If you don’t, no more fuckies for you for the next week.”

Julie’s body reared at the threat as the avalanche of her orgasm threatening to suffocate her. She would say it. She would have to. He fingered her faster and her eyes dilated in desire.  

“Besides, you love daddy” he whispered “and you want to show daddy that you’re his best girl.”

The words hurled her over the edge.

“Thank you daddy!” she began as her pussy clenched around his fingers, her limbs constricted in ecstasy.

“Thank you what, daddy?” he said with a smirk.

“Thank you for fucking her before fucking me!”, she screamed, her shame completely evaporated, her body thrashing under her orgasm.

 “Thank you daddy for fucking her before me!” she moaned again, her syllables softened with lust.

“That’s a good girl!” he snarled as he buried his cock deep inside her pussy.