Vera’s POV.
My damp body is filled with goosebumps and nervous excitement hits me in waves as David yanks me into the house.
My feet patter with force against the hardwood floor and my damp hair releases
droplets of water in rivulets. I’m internally smiling at the victory I’ve won myself while on the outside, the only thing giving away my sly grin at the situation is the redness that paints across my cheeks.
I watch the man’s stiff shoulders as he drags me with him. I can tell the generous amount of anger making waves within him.
It’s nothing I didn’t prepare for. I know this will happen and I decided to use Harry as a tool.
Oh, the poor boy was already on cloud nine as I gave him the best sensual handjob he’s ever gotten.
The electric excitement that spiraled through him when my mouth makes connection with his penis shows how long he had wanted to fuck my mouth.
But I did that on purpose because I saw David closing in on us from the corner of my eye. I saw the blatant rage raining on his face.
Too bad for Harry, he didn’t get to pursue his release before the sudden distraction.
To put on a drama, I wince…pausing which makes David stop walking. “You’re hurting me.” I squeak and gather fake tears.
Dad stops, and turns to me. He looks at my wrist which I’m wringing and sighs. “Just stop struggling and follow me, kid.”
“What did I ever do to you?” I question, ready to banter words with him.
He clenches his teeth in an attempt to tamp down that raging feeling but it doesn’t. I make sure it doesn’t go down.
If this man doesn’t touch me and make me cum this night, I swear I’m going to shoot him.
I fucking will. I can’t go another day without his hot touch. I want to feel what it’s like to have his calloused hands on my vagina.
Oh, shit…my vulva is already a house of fire and an ocean of musk and streamers. The fluids I want him to swim in.
Having dirty, lewd fantasies of this man all day and seeing him here without him pushing me against a wall to touch me is making me lose my senses.
“Every time I try to feel true happiness you ruin it!” I bark. For some minutes we get bathed in silence.
I look at him head-on, noticing how his staring at my breasts…the creamy mounds, round and decorated with puffy nipples that are resting in the thin fabrics nestling over me.
The puffy nipples designed for the mouth of the man standing a fraction of an inch away from me.
I breathe in his intoxicating scent mixed with strong want and dangerous hunger he doesn’t want to let out.
To my surprise, however, Dad bursts out, closing the torturous gap between us, unknowingly clouding me with warmth.
“So having a man see your boobs is what being happy is all about?” He lowly says. I feel shivers prickling my spine.
Jeez, this close he exudes the aura of a warrior. A hot sexy warrior.
“I…I…” I’m now a stuttering mess. A pool of desire.
I sink my teeth over my lips and David’s eyes catch it, watching as I erotically stroke the tender flesh of my lips, then wet it with my tongue afterward.
He isn’t done. Not yet. He’s
so frustrated that the words are flooding out of his mouth without control.
And I like it. It makes me high…
Makes my pussy quiver knowing he’s not just angry…he’s jealous someone was tasting me before him.
“So, stroking a dick…” He grinds on his teeth. He flicks his stray ringlets behind with a curse. Then. “Sucking a cock as that…is what being happy is?” He goes on.
I gather my bearing…gather my words and let them flow.
“You know what being happy is?”
He fixes his gaze on my face…eyes…nose…lips…jaw…then back into my blue orbs.
“Being happy in my terms is when I play out fantasies in my head about how I want you to fuck my wet pussy…”
He roughly yaps, shifting his weight from one foot to another.
“It’s when I want you to put your tongue on my pussy lips and grind the two soft flesh together.” I moan while speaking out the sultry things I’ve imagined us doing.
“It’s when you soothe my swollen pussy with your tongue and finger and plant teasing kiss over my thighs down to my entrance.”
We are both breathing hard, not minding we’re still standing by the staircase.
I yip as daddy whirls me around and backs me up on the banister. The cold metal harasses the skin of my back. However, it doesn’t make me stop.
“But all the sweet fantasies doesn’t work. It only leaves me yearning…wanting…begging.”
I slip my thigh between his legs and notch it up, hitting the rod between his legs. I push against at it and feel how hard it is…like metal, unbreakable.
He yips and I give a wet laugh. “So if I can’t get my true happiness, I go for option B. So being happy for me is when I’m moaning, shuddering as spurts of cum leaves my pussy in waves.
It’s when my vision goes white as someone taunts my tender cunt with lips and hands and…” I know I shouldn’t say this but, scratch that. I sputter all too quickly. “Dick.”
All threads of control snap within David at my words. An outburst of something dark line his vision.
He tackles me against the banister with his big fingers circling my throat.
I gasp at the suddenness of it all. He breathes against my face, his warm breath seeping into my body. I smell the wine he’s being taking. A Chardonnay and something like…whiskey.
His big fingers graze my cheek while he bears me against the banister like a prisoner about to be judged.
“Kid…” He calls. “How many body counts do you have?”
His fiery eyes of jealousy makes me laugh. Laughter winding its way through my body. He whacks his fingers over my bottom lip, touching it as if he’s testing the texture of it.
“Answer me…how many fucking men have taken pleasure from this body…”
I shake as I feel his fingers skating down my chest…
Breast,
Nipple,
Torso,
Then…then…my vulva.
I moan, staring into his orbs…
He locks eyes with me while he feathers a touch over my clit.
“Speak up. How many…have touched this clit, make it swell…make it engorged…speak?”
At the command of his voice, I shake again. His dark orbs glitter with something I can’t lay a finger on.
Loving where this is all going, I laugh as I gush. “As many as you have, daddy…” I purr, parting my thighs to allow him more access to my sweet spot.
He feather a touch over my entrance and more fluid comes out of my sweet spot.
David shakes his head, totally disappointed or so I think.
“You let men take this…for themselves?”
“As you let women take…this…” I grope his cock and he growls. “Take this for themselves, daddy.”
“Kid you don’t know what you’re doing…”
he bites out. “Letting men touch this…” He shakes his head.
He stops suddenly and I know there’s something he’s holding back from me. That’s
exactly what’s glittering in his eyes.
“How sweet was the pleasure?” he asks, instead.
“Touch me…and then I can make a comparison. Suck me and then I’ll be able to tell.” I find myself saying.
David whips my tilted head to look at him. He leans in closer and holds me in check. Then he lets out. “I’ll make sure I punish you in ways you can’t forget. For letting men pleasure you, kid. Your voice will be sore tomorrow given how much you’ll cry tonight…”
“I want it…make me sore. Just do it, dad.” He sinks his fingers into the depths of my throat and leans closer. Daddy takes the side of my lips in a coaxing kiss while I gurgle because
of his fingers working down my throat.
“Your punishment will be long…hard…” He touches my right nipple and whispers. “Tough. Or should I say…rough?”
I’m still struggling to find the right words and respond to him when I feel him haul me up.
I squeak, whacking my legs up. He spanks my creamy ass and my pussy shudders. Then in his mighty steps, he walks us through the stairs up to his master bedroom.
He drops me on the bed…and I land with a thump.
My heart starts jerking…. seeing him unbuckling his belt.
He runs the length of it in his palms as he asks one last time. “How many body counts do you have, kid?”
Mindlessly, I mutter. “Twenty.”
That’s how many I remember though but I know I have more than that. My sex partners are many I can’t remember and it’s
all because I’m looking for who will grant me the pleasure I’ve so long wanted to get from him.
But I guess my game played out well because tonight with such jealousy and stiffness
of his cock, daddy will touch me.
I have no doubt about that.
“Turn around, Kid. Get in your fours.” Ripples of joy spiral through me as I scramble to obey him.
Getting on my fours,
Getting wet,
Getting excited.
Daddy tastes the skin of my ass cheeks with his rough palms, hums in contentment and
whispers.
“I always knew this skin is soft. The perfect place for a man with hormones like me to sink himself in and get lost in pleasure. Such a perfect thing from my little, naughty, daughter.”
I squirm, humming alongside him. I pray he tests my pussy but…on instant, I feel a wet stab of tongue in my asshole.
“Daddy…” I quake, my eyebrows shooting heaven wards, brushing against my hairline. I always knew he’s s good at what he does. I always he’s going to be my vessel for pleasure.
I thrash…wanting to attend to my tingling clit but he stops me and bondage my hands at my back with his big hand.
“It’s time, to brace yourself, kid.” He whispers and then…he whips my asscheeks with his belt.
To be continued…