HURACIO
She was trembling pretty badly. Her wimpy, begging voice was a warm flame caressing my ears. Each whimper stoked my nerves, and each plea, tingled my cock, leaving it twitchy and throbbing.
If I wasn’t struggling with my self-control, I would have suspected that she was on something. But she wasn’t. If she was, then someone must have drugged me too, because I wasn’t faring any better.
I spent the week trying to adjust my feelings, reminding myself that she isn’t someone I can love or be allowed to love. I came home believing that I was back to being myself and that she is just a dog I am training. I was determined to confront her about Helena, then break her in the most brutal way. I was going to let her know the consequences of disloyalty to her master. I was going to keep her locked up until nothing existed for her except my name.
But the moment she came out of the car, I saw the fear in her eyes, and the hesitation in her steps. It was like something grabbed my neck, choking me.
I would rather she ran up to me, calling my name excitedly like she always does. I don’t want her fear, I want her love.
Before I could stop myself, my legs moved and she was suddenly in my arms. Her scent was all around me, and her beautiful eyes met mine. I watched in awe as her eyes dilated and turned dreamy. My heart trembled when her body collapsed against mine.
Knowing that she became this breathless just because she was in my arms left me lightheaded. And when she called my name, it was like a searing heat entered my heart and swamped my soul, sealing it off.
I felt all my doubts, my restraints, my fear, my anger my reservations, My hatred, the grudges that held me captive for years,… Everything that was holding me back. – They all melted away. What remained was a strong desire to possess and protect. At that moment, whatever she asked, I would have done without hesitation. Even if she asked me to be her dog. I was willing.
But all she wanted was to be taken. To be possessed by me.
If this had happened in the past, where we were wouldn’t have mattered. I would have taken her right there. But this time, I couldn’t bear to treat her like that. I wanted to protect her. I suddenly didn’t want any other man to see her nakedness and vulnerability. They are mine to savor in private. They are the proves of my privileges.
I scooped her up and by the time I came back to my senses, we were on the dining table, ripping our clothes off in a frenzy.
Stop this! This is not right. You can stop it now. My mind screamed at me. She is the enemy. She is your captive. Remember why she is here…
I paused, and frowned, feeling very confused. I lifted my eyelids and our gazes clashed again. She was staring at me through clouded slits. Her mouth was opened, releasing airy gasps. Her skin was shining from sweating, and her chest was heaving at a rapid pace.
“Daddy, she gasped and grab my hand the moment our eyes clashed. Those thoughts evaporated, replaced by warmth, and a sense of rightness.
I slowly stroke her pussy, I cupped a breast in my hand, fondling it. It was warm, soft, and smooth. I lowered my head and took her taut nipple in my mouth.
She lifted her dangling legs up and placed them on the table, encasing me in between her legs.
“Daddy, please. Fuck me, please. Daddy, please.”
I wanted to worship her body, bring her to a place of euphoria, but with her begging like that, how was I supposed to hold on? My cock was so hard it was painful. Her hands rubbing my bare back was like flares of flames, rolling all over my skin.
She reached for my cock for the umpteenth time. I watched in excitement as she dipped her hand into my boxer, grabbing my dick.
Thunder struck!
“Oh, Kitty, fuck!” I grunted with my head thrown back. I sucked in my breath, tenaciously holding on to my control. Precum dripped down my tip, and she used her fingers to rub it around my shaft.
I thought you are in a hurry. Why aren’t you going for it? I complained inwardly.
Just touching me nearly pushed me to the finish line. I would have let her stroke me until I cum in her hands, but I didn’t want to waste my sperm anymore. I want to fill her up with babies.
Lifting her legs, I placed them on my shoulders, then slid inside her. She was wet, warm and tight.
I sucked in my breath, trying to bear it, but her walls started clenching around my cock. Her walls gripped me so hard, I felt choked. Blood rushed to my head, and before I knew it, my body broke free. Like streaks of lightening flashing across the sky, heated, dense electrons zapped across my body in all directions. Everything went blank. There was a moment of silence, then my body started spasming. It was the shortest, yet most eccentric orgasm I have ever had. I didn’t even last for a minute before pouring everything deep into her.
Despite the orgasm, I was still as hard as a rock. My dick was still throbbing, and my need to stay buried in her intensified. But I wanted to touch her, turn her to a pile of squishy mess, fill my ears with her moans of pleasure.
“No, Daddy, please. Don’t stop. Daddy, please. Don’t stop.” Just as I was about to slide out, she wrapped her legs around my waist and arched her back up. She started thrusting, and pleading.
Well, what I wanted could wait. What she wanted must be done.
Not for once did I stop moving, but the moment I heard her pleas, I paced up. That’s the way she likes it. No matter how rough or aggressive it gets, she can take it. I taught her to take it.
I slid my arm under her sweating torso, lifting her off the table. She wrapped her hands around my neck and balanced on my strong arms. I grabbed her butts, hurried over to the nearest wall and rested on it. I then started thrusting faster and harder. The slapping sounds of our flesh, beating each other, mixed with her loud, unrestrained mains, drove me crazy.
“Look at me, Kitty.” I smacked her butts. ” Whose ass is this?”
“Its yours daddy.” She gasped with a mix of moans and whimpers.
“I am Daddy’s little slut. Fuck me harder, Daddy.
She lifted her head and gazed into my eyes. They were dark, dilated and languid. She looked like she was high on some cheap drug, and her docile and fragile aura made my heart shiver.
God, I love this girl. I love her and I will never let her go! My mind roared in defiance to the little voice that kept reminding me of who she is.
“Oh god, Daddy, Daddy, I wanna cum.” She threw her head backward and tried to pace up.
“Cum for Daddy, kitty. Cum for Daddy.”
Her body trembled. She buried her head in my neck and I could hear her guttural grunts as she rode her orgasm.
“Ugh… ugh… aah, Dad-dy, fuck, fuck fuck!”
While she was still spasming, I made my way upstairs, where I dropped her on the bed, and took my time reuniting with every sensitive parts of her body, memorizing her sights and sounds.
By the time I was done with her, it was late at night. None of us had diner, and she was too tired. I took her to the bathroom, gave her a good wash before tucking her back in bed. After making her promise not to sleep off, I hurried downstairs to find something light for her to eat. I found some left over mushrooms and chicken soup. I warmed it and took it upstairs with some sourdough bread, but the moment I entered the room, I knew it was futile. Her soft, purring snores was what welcomed me back.
Placing the food tray on the table, I climbed into bed and gathered her to my arms. She grunted some weak protest and went back to being deeply asleep. I figured she needed the sleep as there were dark bags under her eyes. She had tried to cover them with makeup, but I still noticed them.