Please be kind to me, this is my first attempt at anything like this.
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I stirred from my sleep when the door slammed, followed by familiar footsteps around the kitchen. I listened intently as he went straight to the liquor cabinet, slammed a glass on the counter, and as I knew from many times watching him do so, he poured himself a glass of whiskey.
"Uh oh," I thought, frozen in bed, "He had a bad day."
I just stayed in bed. I knew he would come find me sooner or later.
I was just drifting in and out of sleep again when I heard him slip in the bedroom door. Fear and anticipation made my stomach churn and my pussy drip while I listened to him take his boots, pants, and shirt off.
I felt him climb into bed with me, and with tenderness in his touch, he pulled me into him, and pressed his hard dick into my lower back. He slid his arm under me and wrapped it around my hips, pressing himself more forcefully onto me, and the other hand slipped slowly up my body, starting at my hip, over my stomach, over my hard nipples, all the way up to wrap that hand around my throat. He kissed my shoulder and gracefully forced his other hand between my legs, finding that sticky sweet spot with almost no resistance.
I shuddered, and instinctively bucked against his hips, immediately and entirely on fire. I whimpered as he rubbed slow circles over my clit, teasing me so cruelly as his grip tightened on my throat.
It felt like an eternity, his fingers slowly driving me over the edge, his fingers tight around my neck, rubbing my butt against his cock, when he bit my shoulder and whispered in my ear: "Are you ready Babygirl? I'm not gonna hold back this time, I need an outlet, and I need you to be a good girl for me."
I whimpered in affirmation, and he released my throat. As I choked and coughed, trying to get my breath back, he squeezed my tit hard, and said "Are you sure, Kitten? You can say no, and I will find another outlet. I won't be hurt."
I gasped at the sudden pain of his grip, and sighed as it blossomed into a dull ache in my tummy, flames further fed by the continuous slow circles he made with his thumb on my swollen button.
I finally managed to pull words out of the soup he'd made from my brain: "Yes, Daddy. I want you to use me, I am yours."
He traced a circle around my nipple with his thumb, then gripped it hard. "Good girl. Now stay still while Daddy gets what he needs."
He pulled away all at once, leaving me gasping and my pussy throbbing.
"Sit up", I heard from behind me, and I immediately obeyed. He draped my favorite pale pink satin scarf over my eyes and tied it firmly behind my head, then pulled something over my head. I struggled to stay still as he pulled and tugged at the fabric over my titties. After some time, he took me by the throat and pulled me to the floor, commanding me to stand. He pulled something else over my head, but this time tugged it past my chest, down to my waist. When he was done, he slid his finger into my wet slit, curling his finger into my g-spot, hitting it rhythmically. A moan escapes my lips and before I know it, I'm on the floor, holding my face.
"Did I ask your opinion, slut?"
Tears welled. I shook my head, only to feel Daddy's hot palm on impact once more.
"Use your words, you dumb whore. I won't ask again."
I hung my head, cheeks burning in embarrassment. I should know better, "No, Daddy, you didn't ask me for my opinion."
"That's a good whore. When are you allowed to share your voice?"
"Only when it's asked for."
"Attagirl. Get up", he said, gripping my hair and forcing me to my feet.