Chapter 4: Dominated
The clock on the nightstand told me that it was midnight when I woke to find hands massaging my tits. Completely disoriented, I moaned Jeff's name softly. The hands stopped. Then I remembered where I was.
"Oh God," I said. I sat up and clutched the sheets to me. "Brad, I'm sorry."
He didn't look very forgiving. He stubbornly grasped my tits again, handling them with unusual force. Then he let go and rolled me onto my stomach. I yelped.
"Now honey," he said. "I don't know how many times I've told you that you don't call daddy by his first name."
I realized with a distant thrill what he was about to do, a thrill that only increased when he draped my legs over his lap. "Oh, God, please don't."
But his hands were already rubbing my ass, enticing the blood to collect there so it would hurt more. He pulled the waistband of my panties until the fabric nestled between my cheeks. Then he smacked his hand down on the exposed skin. "Look at it jiggle," he commented. "Damn, I should have spanked you before this."
"Oh, daddy, I'll be a good girl, just don't spank me again!"
His hand smacked against me again, then again. I lost count of how many times I felt the swat of his hand. The stinging made me twist and writhe on his lap. The camisole I was wearing rode up until it wasn't covering anything at all.
"Your little twat is getting wet," he observed. "Now who is this Jeff you're fucking under my roof?"
"I... nobody," I protested, playing his game. "I didn't do it, daddy!"
"You let him squeeze your tits?"
"No!"
He pushed me onto the floor. He moved behind me just like he had the first time he fucked me. I wanted him to, but I couldn't stop thinking about Jeff and how I had promised myself to stop this crazy affair. I began to panic and I scrambled to get away from Brad.
Brad caught the ends of my braids and pulled, jerking my head back. I couldn't move. He spanked me harder this time. "Damn it, you will show your father some respect," he growled as his hand came down on my tender flesh.
I wriggled and squirmed, unable to escape the stinging hand or the hold he had on my braids. Then I didn't want to anymore. "Please," I gasped in time with his smacks. I wriggled back towards him, needing to feel him penetrate me.
"Please what?" His voice was like burning ice.
"I need you."
"Your little cunt is always going to scream for my cock. You couldn't even go without it for twenty-four hours today."
"Daddy," I moaned.
"You'll always be my little girl," he breathed, and then he sank his cock into my pussy.
"That's so good."
"You like having your daddy's cock buried in your pussy?"
"Yeah. Oh, God, yes."
He plunged into me again and again. Then he pulled out and dragged me back to the bed. He had jerked the rubber bands from the ends of my pigtails earlier, and now they were coming unraveled in soft waves that brushed my bare skin. I only had time to notice the sensation before Jeff's dad grabbed my ankles and pulled them roughly up to rest on his shoulders.
"No one's ever fucked you as deep as I'm going to fuck you, baby," he promised.
Then he followed through. As soon as I thought he was as far in as I could take him, he pulled my legs farther onto his shoulders. He fucked me so deep and so hard that I thought he was going to press me through the bed into the floor. He watched me with grim pleasure as I writhed beneath him, helpless to the sensations he brought me. The knowledge of his power was written all over his face. It made me thrash even more desperately in the throes of pleasure.
"I could make you cum for hours," he said. "And every time I want to fuck you this week, I'm going to fuck you. It's going to feel so good, baby, when I treat you like my sex slave."
"Yeah, daddy, God, fuck me any time, I need your cock so bad."
Then he abandoned himself to his need, letting go of his self-control. He plunged into me so violently and my screams of pleasure only spurred him on. Finally, I felt his cum spurt into me.
We both collapsed into a blissful silence. I was almost asleep again when he draped an arm over my waist.
The look of gratified, exhausted desire on his face sent a shiver through me, and then I fell asleep.
The week went by so fast. I could never get enough of Brad inside me. After months of clandestine trysts where I had to hold back, the screaming orgasms Brad gave me were like heaven. I never knew when he was going to take me. One time he texted me during my college class and said I needed to meet him in the hall for a family emergency. We took care of that emergency in the broom closet for old time's sake. But both of us tried to be home as much as possible. Home, and also naked.
The day that Jeff and Diane were supposed to come home, I felt a mixture of relief and disappointment. Brad seemed to sense my mood. A smile spread across his face, one that told me he was up to something.
He got up and stretched, and I found myself staring at his body hungrily. Seeing it in the morning sunlight was a luxury I wouldn't be able to indulge in much longer.
"We're going to church," he said abruptly.
