“Now,” Rye starts on a sniff, his lips rubbing together before he continues as my pulse patters like a hummingbird, “one of the most important things a Daddy does is he teaches, he guides, he wants you to be the best you can be in all areas of your life. He'll push you, he'll coach you, he'll discipline you.” Rye meets my eyes, and there’s something in his expression I can’t read. “And he'll fuck you. And fucking isn't just putting a cock in a cunt. That's another lesson you're going to learn, Dautie. Right now, you are going to understand that my cock is your God. You’re going to do as you’re told, aren’t you?”
I open my mouth, ready to talk back, ready to question everything, but nothing comes out. I'm learning a lot about myself tonight. Because every time this man talks about hiscock… God, my nipples pull tight, and things happen between my legs that make me want to fall back and offer myself at his altar.
I'm nearly whimpering with lust.
Whatever this is, this calm dominance he exudes borders on self-righteous entitlement. I should find this whole thing arrogant, misogynistic, and patriarchal, but instead of being disgusted, I want more of whatever this is. And to hell with tomorrow. To hell with independence. To hell with making my own decisions.
“Yes, Daddy,” I manage as he keeps one hand wrapped around the leash, his other petting the side of my head in slow, hypnotic strokes.
A little groan seems to catch in his throat as he finally lets his gaze fully rake over me, devouring the bare flesh wrapped in pink leather, willing and waiting at his feet. His lips peel back as he works the zipper on the front of his black slacks.
My mouth goes dry, anticipation building.
Can this really be happening? Is this real, or did I hit my head this morning and it’s all some wonderful, crazy dream?
I watch in awe as his erection springs free through the opening.
Jesus. “What the fuck?” My hands clasp over my lips.
It cannot be real.
I whimper, and Uncle Rye pets my head again. “Did you just curse, little girl?”
I stutter, “Well, look at it. Wouldn'tyoucurse?”
He gives a shrug. “I see this cock every day. It doesn't scare me.”
He reaches down, his fingers barely spanning the girth at the base, his fingers tightening around the stalk of flesh, turning the mammoth head nearly purple as liquid expels in tiny droplets from the slash on the tip.
I stare, trying to scoot back on my knees, but he gives the collar and leash a hard jerk. “Don't move, Dautie. Lift your hand. Put it where mine is, and just hold it. This is your safe place. This is Daddy.”
He swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing as I bring my trembling hand upward, replacing his, stroking, amazed at the softness of the skin that covers steel hardness underneath.
“Look at me while you beat off your uncle's dick, baby.”
I tear my eyes from the monster staring me down, my breath wheezing in and out of my lungs.
“Good girl. Now, open your mouth, stick out your tongue but keep your hand moving. Up and down. Just like that.”
“What? I—”
“You have a safe word,Allegra.” The name makes me shiver. I chose it, and that somehow makes it more mine than my real name. Something that is between us. “Use it, or do as you’re told.”
I wonder for a second if this is some sort of test. Is he pushing me deliberately, trying to see how far I’ll go before tapping out?
He has no idea. I’ve spent my whole life doing exactly as I’m told. The fact that I could stop this at any point makes me feel powerful, and I don’t want that feeling to end. I want to do as I’m told, so that I can walk that tightrope.
AndIwant to see how farhe’lltake it.
I do as he says, opening my mouth, extending my tongue as I watch his eyes, identical to my father's, but they are different. Worlds apart in some invisible way.
“Good girl. Hold your mouth just like that.” He looks pleased and a balm spread through my chest that I’m the reason for that pleasure. “Have you ever touched a man before?”
I shake my head.
“Good. I don't want to have to undo bad habits. Now, you’re going to give Daddy a nice little hand job. And then, good cock worship always ends with a good girl choking on her daddy’s cock.”
He draws his lips together, then the unmistakable sound of a person gathering spit tickles my ears before I realize what’s happening.
