He unzipped them and his cock sprung out, thick, long, and impressive. He urged me to sit up slightly and reached for my chin. I smiled up at him, my stomach full of butterflies. He fisted my hair just hard enough to elicit a gasp from me and then he urged me forward, directing my face to his length.
Tentatively, I opened my mouth. He pushed inside of me, and without thinking, almost as if on instinct, I ran my tongue along him and began to suck. A low growl came from him and my heart soared. I grew eager and more dramatic with my motions, taking him all the way to the base, bruising the back of my throat.
My masked lover stretched back and held onto my head, pushing me further and further onto his cock, all the while, I imagined it was Callahan. He pulled my head away from him and stood abruptly then. I looked at him from my knees, and he pulled me to stand. He exposed himself fully and gestured for me to do the same. I started with my skirt, but he shook his head and lifted it, pointing to my panties. I took those off and kicked them with the rest of my clothes.
He sat down and patted his lap. He wanted me to... sit on it? He patted again, and I sidled up, nervously eyeing the part that had just been between my lips. He'd tasted... clean. But how? Where had he found water to bathe up here?
He reached for my hips and positioned me where I needed to be. This was it. I braced myself, closing my eyes. I knew it was going to hurt. Could I handle it? I'd already been bruised so much by Daddy, I mean, Callahan.
Arousal, the same as the night of the spankings, pooled between my legs, and he was able to slide against it, rubbing the tip of it against my sensitive nub. I shivered as hecontinued doing it, while also massaging and teasing my nipple. I was trying to relax, but I couldn't stop mixing Milton’s face with Callahan’s, and wondering how he was still so clean after being above for so long. I wanted to ask, but just as I opened my mouth, he moved to my entrance and urged me down.
It was slow, but I screamed out in pain as I tore and bled. I tried to scramble off him, but he held me firm, pushing me down further onto him until my bottom touched his lap. Tears ran down my face from the pain of being stretched like this.
He pushed my head into his neck, and I cried as he moved his hips, jostling me. He moved in and out and it hurt so much each time.
My body clenched around him. It hurt but also felt good. Like I was just on the precipice of pleasure.
"Just let me adjust," I said and ran my hand along his PARA suit. "I wish I could see your face. Your hands and the rest of you seem fine. Could I just see you for a second? Just one little moment?"
He shook his head vehemently, but I reached for his helmet anyway. I couldn't do this without telling him the truth. That I had confusing feelings for his best friend, my mortal enemy and now Daddy. That I wished I hadn’t let Milton take my virginity, but that it had been Callahan here instead. I was faster than him and tore the mask off, tossing it to the ground. I looked back at him, and then I screamed.
Rule Ten - Eleanor
Know who you are with at all times.
Ifell on the floor. I scurried back, horrified. It wasn't Milton under the mask like I'd been led to believe. It was Callahan.
"Daddy?"
"Eleanor," he hedged. His ash brown hair stuck to his face from the dampness in the mask. His hazel eyes were wide with fear. "Let me explain."
I snatched up my discarded clothing. There was no time for my bra or panties. I pulled on my blouse and shot out of the tram car and across the platform.
"You monster!" I screamed as I rushed down the stairs.
"Eleanor!" he called out, but I moved faster. Fluids ran down my thighs as I fled, but I didn't have time to spare. I had to run.
The stairs were metal, and I didn't have shoes. They poked me as I went down them, but the moment I stepped onto the dirt, I touched glass and fell forward with a sharp cry.
I pulled myself back up and squinted as I brought my foot out into the moonlight. The glass piece was large and only one piece, thankfully, and I dug it out just as he was rounding thelast bit of the stairs. We made eye contact and I jumped to my feet, running again.
I couldn't believe I'd put him in my mouth! I'd... enjoyed it and then we... he... I ran through the old, run-down amusement park, past all the rides and games that had given me and my friends such joy just weeks ago. Now everything was terrifying in the darkness.
No wonder he tasted and smelled so clean. He hadn't been out here for weeks. But if he hadn't been Milton, then what had happened to him? It was his handwriting on the letter I'd received. Had my Daddy killed him?
Horror gripped me as I tripped over my feet, causing him to slowly gain on me. I fell completely on my face near the Cyclone roller coaster, and when I got back up and turned to look for him, he was gone. Fear slid up my spine. Not knowing where he was terrified me even more.
I searched for somewhere to hide and saw a dark cavern with a sign that said “Tunnel of love”. I ran to it, comforted by the darkness that would shield me from his view. I ducked behind a pillar and looked out. A moment later, he passed by, his head whipping around in search of me.
How was he not wearing a gas mask?
I watched him in fascination. He breathed normally. No disgusting boils or rashes were appearing on his exposed skin. He looked just fine. He turned, and I ducked, but it was too late. He grabbed me from my spot.
"Weren't you taught not to run from your Daddy?" he growled. "You're just one bad thing after another, aren't you, Eleanor? Not respecting me, sneaking out, having sex." My body pulsed with an unusual desire. "I'm going to have to punish you again."
"Haven't you done enough?" I sniffled. My backside flinched. I shook my head. I should have known. I’d been had.
He shook his head. "We've barely gotten started. Tell me,how should I teach you how to behave? I don't know if a spanking would work this time. I think you need something more."
