This time, I moan.
He growls.“Yes, Briana.Fuck, that feels good.Moan around my cock.”
I give him what he wants, increasing the vibration of my throat.
As he goes deeper, he groans louder.
Shocking me, my pussy creams.I find myself aroused by his pleasure and my ability to give it to him.
He’s holding my head too tightly.It’s painful, but I embrace the sting.It grounds me.Reminds me that I’m his to take.I’m a vessel for his enjoyment.That’s my place in our relationship, and I love it.
As I submit, I find myself relaxing.My throat is his.My moans are for him.This moment is not for me.It’s for Daddy.My job is to please him, and in doing so, I feel a sense of pride.
I’m so fucking lucky that he chose me.What if he hadn’t jogged down my street that day?What if he hadn’t come to that party and pulled me into the pantry?What if he had been satisfied with terrorizing me that one time and walked away?
My life would be lame and boring without everything that has happened to me.I’m so lucky.
I suck harder, letting my cheeks hollow as he thrusts faster.I’ve never taken the dildo this deep or for this long.His cock is thicker.
“Swallow,” he orders a second before his come hits the back of my throat.
And I do.I obey his command, making sure every drop of his essence goes down my throat.It’s not what I expected.It’s saltier and the force of each pulse hits me harder than anticipated.
When he’s done, he stays inside me for several more seconds before pulling out.His hand is still threaded in my ponytail, and he holds my head back farther, forcing me to arch my spine and thrust my tits forward.
The look on his face is worth everything.Every single moment of stress over the last several weeks.
He’s smiling.Instinctively, I know it’s not something he does often.It’s everything to me.He’s pleased with me.I don’t know if he will ever declare his love or anything that sappy, but I will live for these moments.
My pussy pulses with need.He’s already told me I will not be permitted to orgasm tonight.I’m resigned to that.I think I got off pretty easy after the stunt I pulled, running from the house and hiding.The kennel scared me initially, but then I began to find it comforting.A safe place.
Finally, he releases my hair.The next thing he does makes my heart beat only for him.He guides my head toward his thigh, encouraging me to rest my cheek against his muscular leg.He must work out regularly.His entire body is solid.And then he gently removes the band from my hair and runs his fingers through it over and over, detangling it, soothing me.
Loving me.
Loving me the way he knows how.
Twenty-Nine
Briana
My soul continues to fill as Daddy gathers me up and lowers me onto the middle of his enormous bed.He turns off all the lights and climbs in next to me, pulling me into his arms.Spooning me.
I’m so unbelievably happy.I’d do anything to earn moments like this.And I will.
He strokes my arm, my hip, my thigh.He brushes my hair back and continues touching me.“You’re here,” he whispers in my ear.“I’ve waited so long for this.”
Again, the surge of emotion inside me grows, making me choke up with tears I hold at bay.He worships me.His voice is reverent.It’s the voice he has used with me for all these weeks.The one I’ve come to recognize belongs to my stalker.
His normal voice is nice, too.I assume I will hear it often now that I will see him in the daylight.What is this going to look like?It’s hard for me to fathom living with him in this house, where four other men live, including my brother.
He starts talking, drawing me out of my euphoria.“I’m going to be very strict with you, Briana.It’s how I’m wired.”
“I know, Daddy.”He’s been strict with me from the moment I met him.
“You don’t have permission to roam around this house alone.When you’re home and I’m not, you will stay in our room.You will not socialize with my brothers.Including your own blood brother.He may be your sibling, but he doesn’t own you.I do.You obey me.Not him.”
“Yes, Sir.”