Discipline by Lena Little

6

Delilah

There are three short raps on my door and I slide out from underneath the covers, moving toward the door to open it. “Who is it?”

“It’s me. We need to talk.”

I take a second to make sure I actually want to let Daniel inside, especially considering the hour of the night. What a difference a day makes. Yesterday I was the one showing up at his door in the middle tonight. Tonight the tables have turned.

Slowly I open the door and step to the side so his big body can pass. He steps inside my room, almost brushing against me and I’m reminded of just how small I really am, my head not even reaching his shoulder.

“Can I sit down?”

I nod and he chooses the edge of the bed, his substantial weight causing it to creak comically as the mattress practically buckles underneath him.

“One thing you have to know about me is that I don’t apologize. It infers weakness and admits mistakes, two things I don’t do.”

“Well, this…whatever this is,” I motion with my finger in a circle in the air, “is off to a good start,” I say sarcastically.

“I thought you were acting out for more reasons than you probably are. I have to remember that you have your own reasons and those reasons are enough. I don’t have to go digging for a narrative to match with whatever thoughts are going on in my head.”

I move in closer, seeing the genuine apology in his eyes and my walls come falling down. If he’s ready to offer me an olive branch then maybe he’s ready to accept what I was trying to offer last night. More than a fair trade I’d say.

“Thank you for coming here and saying that,” I say sincerely, wrapping my hands up in my shirt and lifting it high enough so that my panties are visible. My heart rips through my chest with excitement and immediately I feel a wetness between my legs. Can’t he see how badly I need him?

Can I tell him just how much I need to take him before that other man that I despise and detest so much tries to have his way with me?

“That’s not the only thing I came here to say,” he swallows hard. “Listen carefully, sweetheart. You keep walking around the house with that cunt damn near out your panties and you might as well be ringing a dinner bell. You need to keep it covered or face the consequences.”

“What consequences?” I gulp, turning my body sideways and curling a lock of hair around my finger.

“The kind where you wave a piece of raw meat in front of a predator. The kind where nobody will hear your screams when I’m attacking you because I just can’t take it anymore.”

Liquid heat spreads between my legs, my private muscles clenching.

“Maybe I want that.”

“And maybe I want to see, real damn bad, what my cock looks like sinking into your pretty little mouth.”

He motions with two fingers for me to come to him. I go where I’m summoned, and standing I’m as tall as he is sitting. He grabs my chin and pulls me in without warning, parting my lips with a determined tongue, the chafe of his beard scratching my chin. He pulls away abruptly, swiping the back of his wrist across his mouth.

Self-consciousness grips me, wondering if I taste bad, but any doubt I might have had fades when he stands and pinches his zipper with two fingers, unzipping his pants with a low, strangled groan before he begins stroking himself from root to tip, his eyes raking over my body.

“On your knees.”

Seeing what I’m doing to this big beast of a man leaves me no room to argue. I’m finally about to get what I’ve been after since the second he walked in the front door yesterday, and I drop to my knees and then inch my way closer to him. He wastes no time guiding his erection to my mouth, sliding the salty weight of himself deep into my throat as a loud grunt of a curse escapes him. His head tips back and he rears back and inches forward with a ragged breath, my eyes tearing from the girth of his gift filling my mouth completely.

His free hand comes up and gently caresses the underside of my jaw before tugging it down so I can take more of him in my mouth. His grip is firm, possessive, and leaves no room to question who’s in control right now.

Moving my head forward and back I wrap a single hand around his shaft, bobbing my head up and down on his knob as I lick the beads of milky white from Daniel’s erect inches, taking the time to swirl my tongue around his crown, causing his other hand to fist the back of my hair even harder. His grip is strong but tender, and I can feel his hand shaking and know that he’s so turned on he can’t even control himself.

He holds my head steady and thrusts deeper, claiming my mouth, my throat, all of me with his trunk of flesh to the point I can barely breathe.

“You suck on it like you’ve already got the taste for my come.”

“Um,” I moan at his salty flavor.

I grab ahold of his thighs so I don’t topple over as he really starts letting my mouth have it. But I don’t want him to stop, all I want is more.

“From now on when you taste my flavor from down on your knees your entire body will know it’s a precursor to you about to be fucked hard and dirty.”

I grunt in reply.

“Fuck, I love the way your wisdom teeth scrape my cock just a bit. Now be a good girl and open wide so Daddy can fill your throat with his come.”

I try and unhinge my jaw more, but it’s not happening. I mumble something and a tear rolls down the corner of my eye. I look up and see Daniel catching sight of it and it sets him off. He thrusts once more and then brings my head all the way forward, holding my head in place against the base of his torso as he grinds his hips into me just before he explodes into my throat, a geyser unloading into my throat and my body jerks. I pull off his dick and cough violently.

“Oh fuck,” he bellows, his dick heaving another load into the air in my direction, his salty gift landing right on my face with a splat.

“Fuck you look so hot with my spunk splattered across your pretty little face.”

I swipe my tongue up, licking up as much as I can before I wipe my hand across my face, cleaning the sticky substance from my eyes so that I might be able to see.

Daniel wraps a hand around me, pulling me in close as he turns my body and spins me so my back finds the bed and suddenly he’s on top of me, sliding out of his clothes as he yanks my shirt up and over my head.

His lips stamp down on mine, consuming me with a kiss so desperate and greedy I’m running out of air. And he clearly has no intention of letting me fill my lungs anytime soon.

I kiss him back. Hard. The passion shared by our mouths igniting like a powder keg, volatile and urgent.

“Daddy. I’m nervous,” I whimper into his mouth as I slide up on the bed, realizing what’s about to finally go down.

“Shhh,” he comforts me, taking my jaw in his hand and lining my face up with his as he slides my panties off and carelessly discards them to the side with all the pomp and circumstance of tossing an apple out the window flying down the highway at sixty-five miles an hour.

His face dives into the valley between my small breasts, kissing me like he’s worshiping my skin before his tongue moves down, bathing the hollow of my belly before moving lower still, the tip of his tongue sliding through my folds.

My back arches as heat and pressure build low in my belly, tightening around Daniel’s mouth. In a random flash of reason I blurt out, “Shouldn’t you wear protection?”

Everything stops and suddenly Daniel lets loose a belly shaking laugh so loud the sound echoes off the wall. “Condoms are for cowards, Princess.” He runs a hand over my stomach, smoothing his palm across my belly three times as he admires it. “A swollen belly just makes it more difficult for you to ever leave me.”

I see stars followed by a jagged bolt shooting across my vision just before Daniel dives back in and flicks my pearl. He slides in a single digit, turning it like a corkscrew as he grunts to get it in. “God sure sewed you up tighter than the rest.”

His body slides up mine mounting me as his knee nudges my legs open wider. Staring up and down my length he mumbles almost as if he’s talking to himself, “If there’s ever a time in my life I don’t turn into a madman over the sight of your perfect body, I must be dead.”

His hand glides over his shaft and then his head tucks down and back and he spits in his palm, spreading the moisture all over his cock as he lines up the tip of his dick where no man has ever gone before.

“Tell me this belongs to me and only me,” he orders, breathing like a racehorse ready to launch out of the starting block, dying to tuck himself in-between my dripping, parted pussy lips that are begging for him.

“It’s yours. Only yours.”

“And you’ve kept it untouched all these years just for me. No man has ever so much as seen it, caught a whiff of it because you had it under lock and key for Daddy. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” I confirm.

“Good. Now it’s time to collect your reward.” His hips thrust forward and I lunge upward as his cock slides into me in one movement, his big hand catching the scream that slides from my mouth.

“Fuck, so tight. Your pussy’s like a damn Chinese finger trap,” he moans, trying to guide his hips back and out of me, but my body doesn’t give. Instead, he works with what he’s given, sliding in even farther as I receive his thrusts with little whimpers.

“Take my fat cock like you own it now because you do. This dick belongs to you. Delilah’s dick. Daddy’s dick for Delilah,” he continues, just spewing possessive claims left and right.

“Fuck, my seed is about to spill, Little Girl.”

He leans back, pulling my body from horizontal to vertical with him as he bounces me up and down on his cock.

“Daddy loves you, Delilah. This is how he shows you. You return your love by helping him come,” he grunts into my ear.

“I love you, Daddy.”

The words cause a shift so massive inside my chest no more words can form in my throat. I can’t speak or breathe as all I can think of doing is making Daniel happy.

“You close, Precious.”

“Close to what, Daddy?”

“Coming all over my fat cock so I can fill you with my seed, breed you, and make you mine forever.”

“Oh my, God.”

My body tilts backward and my back finds the mattress again as Daniel rails into me. “I’m been ready to burst since we fucking started,” he confesses, his mouth finding my nipple and flicking it before wrapping around it and pulling it long and hard. “But I can’t release until I feel your little pussy shake first.”

“I’m close, Daddy. I just can’t…quite…”

“Come for me, Darling. Come for your, Daddy. Do it now.”

His permission is exactly what I need and my stomach tightens and then my entire being releases, my body going boneless as I unleash onto his cock causing him to immediately vacate the pressure from his balls like all the air being let out of a valve. His dick turns white hot as I feel the liquid fire climb his shaft and spurt into my quaking cunt, plastering my womb like an abstract painting over and over again until my body can’t accept anymore. The excess falls from my hole and runs down my legs onto the bed.

“That’s my girl. Let Daddy’s pussy drink until it can’t drink anymore. That’s right,” he adds as if he’s reading my mind. “That pussy is mine now.”

Slowly I start to come down from my peak, the pressure in my thighs lessening until Daniel yanks my hips in a circular motion, positioning me face down on the bed. It’s clear I’m his toy now, a means to an end for his pleasure. I’m not sure if that means I have complete control over him or him over me, but either way, it’s working…for the both of us.

“Now I’m going to claim the rest of you.”

His rough hands separate my cheeks and he stares into my untouched entrance. He runs a hand over the small of my back and then leans in and spits on my puckered hole.

“Let’s see how deep I can get,” he growls into my ass, tonguing my backside as he tries to break through the resistance. “Be a good girl and let me in.”

He swipes his tongue through the shallow valley with a grunt and then spits on my forbidden entrance, again and again, grunting as he jiggles my cheeks in his firm grip before his tongue resumes its exploration of the very sensitive rim to my back entrance.

My head feels like it’s about to explode.

“I’ve got no place in this tight little virgin asshole, but that’s exactly where I’m going,” he warns as he kneads my ass meat. He slides a forearm up and underneath my hips, lifting them higher so he can bury his face deeper into my flesh.

How I’ve lived every single day of my life without this man in it is a mystery to me. He feels like the final piece of a puzzle that I didn’t even know I was working on all this time. It’s like he’s completed me and shown me how much more I want in the same breath. As if he’s awakened me to what I was missing and the possibilities for us at the same time. Pleasure pours into me as he slides into position and slowly breaches my opening, a hand wrapping around the headboard as he thrusts into my rear hole.

“Don’t. Know. How. Long. I. Can. Last,” he grits out. “So. Fucking. Tight. Back. Here.”

“More, Daddy. Give me more,” I call out.

“You want more. Beg for it, Little Girl.”

I do as I’m told, whining like a beggar for him to give me what I want my head feeling like it’s coming unhinged from my neck as it moves from side to side until suddenly I catch sight of the doorway…and my father standing there staring at us.

Daniel’s dick swells inside me and he stops, alerting me that he sees my father too as he watches me getting fucked in the ass under his own roof. Daniel’s tattooed hand grips my hair and he yanks my head back as his hips thrust into me, the sound of our flesh slapping in the night as my lungs search for air.

I know I should stop. I have to apologize. But in the throws of this unbridled passion nothing can come between either of us. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.

“Well, fucker. You gonna just stand there and watch me come inside of your daughter or are you gonna do the decent thing and fuck right off?” Daniel growls.

“The decent thing!” my dad yells, his features screwing up tight in his face.

“It’s about to get real nasty in here, pops. You best go because I’m about to burst any second.”

My father stomps off, huffing and puffing as we go on about our business. “I’m your fucking Daddy now and don’t you ever forget it,” Daniel growls into my ear, sending me over the edge, my orgasm spearing up from a deep, untapped part of me I didn’t even know existed. The second I come he overflows my asshole, barking curses as he fills my ass to the point that almost immediately white streams are rolling down the slopes of my butt and down my thighs, finding the sheets on the mattress as everything inside of me just comes out.

Daniel falls forward on the bed next to me, his dick sliding out of me with a popping sound.

“What was that?” I gasp as I stare up at the ceiling.

“I’m still not sure but you inspired every single drop.”

I cuddle up next to him like a kitten, revealing in the post-coital afterglow until reality sets in.

“I better go talk to my dad.”

“You just lay here and rest your pretty head. I’ve got this.” He pauses. “And don’t forget, he’s your cardigan wearing father, not your Daddy. Big difference as you just witnessed.”

I laugh so hard I snort as Daniel heaves his big body from the bed, throwing his clothes back on and moving down the hall, ready to talk to my dad without showering. Disrespecting him with the smell of his own daughter on his skin.

Maybe this is exactly the wake-up call my dad needs. He’s my father after all and I love him, but he’s so clueless it’s pathetic. And his cluelessness is what got me into this predicament with Larry in the first place.

I cringe, thinking about tomorrow night, wondering how I’m going to get out of this. Or if I even can.