He’s stroking me now, slowly, idly.
“Did you come?” He grabs my hair, twisting my head back so he can hiss the words against my mouth.
“I asked, did you come?”
“Um, yeah, I did.”
“What?”
His fingers twist threateningly in my hair.
“Yes, Daddy, you made me come.”
Even though it’s dark, I can almost make out the demonic green of his eyes.
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not… Daddy.”
The fingers twist in my cunt.
He smirks against my cheek.
“I know you didn’t, because I bet you sound like a cheap porn star when you come. That’s the nice thing about virgins. They don’t know enough to fake these things.”
I shriek as he grabs me, turning me around and slamming me on my back on the table.
Something metallic slithers along the surface. Then I feel a large, very sharp chef’s knife pressing against my neck.
“Don’t, don’t, don’t,” I stammer.
He positions the knife right between my breasts.
“Wait, wait.”
The knife splits my dress, and it falls on the table beside me in pieces.
His hands are all over my naked body in the dark—over my tits, on my mouth, between my legs. Large hands spread my legs, pushing them up and back so I’m splayed on the table.
I’m completely naked in front of him. Even though he just had his cock literally in my pussy and my ass, this feels even more vulnerable and exposed.
“Make yourself come.”
“I can’t,” I sob.
“Do it like you do at home when you’re thinking of Kraig.”
“I don’t do that. I’m a good girl,” I choke out.
The flat of his palm slams down on the table.
It clangs in the dark.
“Um, uh, okay… Daddy.”
I don’t even know the basic mechanics.
He grabs my hand, pressing it between my legs.
