“You are a temptation that could bring down kingdom’s, baby. Your mouth understands worship. Fuck, suck harder if you want to worship at the altar of your uncle’s cock for the rest of your life.”
I answer by hollowing my cheeks, a ball of heated hope rolling around in my chest wondering what he means by the ‘rest of my life’.
I suck and suck and gag and drool. The leash and his hand in my hair taking full control of my head, I’m no more than a vessel for his needs, my mouth a place for him to get off but throughthe roughness, the dirty talk, the sensation that my purpose is to provide him pleasure, I feel whole and cherished and safe.
When he spills finally, it’s a flood of heat down my tonsils, his hips jerking violently against my lips while he curses into the ceiling and my throat is filled with him, tears burning down my cheeks as a spiral of tension gathers in my core, a rush of warmth seeping from my body.
“There,” he wheezes, dragging me up by that cursed leash until I’m enveloped by his arms, my messy, drool and cum covered face pressed to the clean white fabric of his shirt. The thump thump of his heart against my cheek makes me smile.
I did this. I did this for him. To him.
“God help me.” He says with an unsteady exhale. “My will power is breaking. Do you want to see a man break, Elodie?”
His laughter is raw as he palms my cheek, thumb smearing come and saliva across my lips then pressing it into my mouth. “That’s right, suckle on your daddy like a good girl. Very soon I’ll put you to bed with my cock in your mouth for you to suck just like this. Slow and easy. Take your comfort, baby.”
I suck and lick and without thought, I reach down and start to stroke his hardness again.
“That’s my girl. So sweet and needy.” He hisses into the side of my head, his lips pressing there for a long moment while I move my hand up and down, spreading the slickness left on his girth from my mouth and his spend with my curled fingers. “You came in here tonight in your fuck me dress and changed everything for us, you know that?”
I nod, understanding what we’ve done can’t be undone, even outside of these walls where fantasy takes over. There’s no putting this toothpaste back in the tube as they say.
Tomorrow I’ll get back to the real world. Worrying about being perfect, dancing, securing my place in the troupe, making my parents proud.
But for tonight, I’m just this girl dressed in pink leather and willing to give up her impendence for a man with the face of her father.
One night in a kink club doesn’t have to undo our entire family structure, does it?
When I tilt my head back, I see Rye’s eyes are closed, his lips are moving, mumbling something and it sounds like a prayer.
His chest heaves and I sense he’s trying to find his center of calm. He’s battling for self-control and it’s because of me and that thought is so arousing and powerful, I speak before I think.
“Daddy, I want more. Of this. I want it all.”
I squeeze his shaft for emphasis and a choked moan comes from his throat. “You don’t know what you are asking for.” He manages and he’s right, but that doesn’t’ stop me from wanting it.
“Then, teach me Daddy. Teach me—”
I know so little of the world outside of my home, the dance world and school. This is outside my comfort zone but all my life I’ve been taught, pain is your body telling you, you are growing. That you are tearing away what was in preparation for what’s to come and I want what’s coming.
No pun intended.
“Christ, your tight little cunt doesn’t care about right and wrong, does it?” His fist tightens around the leash, his other around my throat turning my face up to his. His forehead knotted with tension.
“I’m sorry.” I mouth, the taboo thrill of apologizing for creating this manic lust in my uncle sending fire through my veins.
His lips pull back as he centers more pressure on my windpipe. “You fucking did this to Daddy on purpose didn’t you? You know I need that little hole you’ve been saving for me. Made me hard and now, I’m taking what’s mine. You’ve had a chokehold on me with that baby tight fucking pussy for too long now and I want it. I’m going to have it rough and sloppy and bloody. You have one way out Dautie, one way out and you need to use it right fucking now. Say your word, and this stops. Say your word and nothing will be the same, but I’ll go back to fucking my fist ten times a day while remembering how your soft little mouth felt sucking daddy off like a good girl, but it will stop here. Forever. I don’t do half way, I don’t do just a little. So, say it, or Daddy’s going to be balls deep in that pin hole between your legs.”
“I did this, I want it all. Tonight. Before I chicken out. I don’t want things to go back to the way they were. I want to worship at the altar of Daddy and give him whatever he needs. Even when it hurts.”
“Christ.” A tsunami of cursing and hissing spills from his lips as he spins us toward the raised bed covered in crisp white sheets against the wall with a flick of his wrist, leather straps digging into my skin like angry serpents.
He grunts with each heavy step, my bare feet dragging off the rug onto the surrounding cool marble.
Without ceremony, my feet leave the floor, my body flipped onto the mattress in one fluid motion. I land with a soft thud, air driven from my lungs as he forces his knee between my legs pressing them wide.
I struggle for a moment to re-gain my bearings, my skin prickling as he shoves his pants and boxers down, jerking and shaking his leg until the thud of his shoes falling to the floor echo in the room, his pants fall down to his ankles, his perfectly starched white shirt torn open, hanging wide as the hard planes and angles of his torso cause another gathering of warm wetness to expel from my femininity.
“No one has made me lose control before. You’re a naughty, naughty little girl doing this to Daddy. Now, you’re going to make it all better, aren’t you?”
