Page 59 of Filthy Mouth
I dragged my hand down my belly, forcing myself not to squirm, to stay exactly as I’d planned: sprawled on the sofa like a whore offering herself up. The second his footsteps hit the room's flooring, he’d see it all—see me.
The handle clicked, and I froze, heart hammering in my throat. His footsteps hit the wood—sharp, measured, the sound of a predator stalking prey. I stayed exactly as I was, sprawled on the crimson curve, nipples hard and aching under the obscene words scrawled across my tits.
He stopped dead. I didn’t have to look at him to feel the weight of his stare dragging over the room, over me. The silence stretched, heavy and loaded, before he finally let out a low, dangerous chuckle.
“Well, well, Princess…” His voice was rough silk, threaded with disbelief and hunger.“What have you done?”
I tilted my head, finally meeting his eyes. He looked almost feral in the low light—dark gaze flicking from the canopy bed to the swing, to the built-in chains glittering on the walls, before snapping back to me. My lips curled.
“Welcome home, Daddy.”
His jaw ticked, his chest rising and falling like he was trying not to lunge at me on the spot. He moved closer, slow, prowling, every step louder in my ears. I spread my thighs wider, dragging my fingers down my stomach to where my skin gleamed, hot and wet just for him.
“Do you like your new floor?” I asked sweetly, though my voice shook with nerves.
He didn’t answer. His eyes were on the marker scrawled across my breasts, his cock already thickening in his trousers. I turned around to show him the writing on my arse. When his gaze dropped to the words sprawled over my ass, I thought I saw his control snap.
He walked closer, each step heavier, until his shadow swallowed me whole. My eyes drank him in—navy Hugo Boss suit, crisp shirt, the kind of power that made my cunt throb just looking at him. His hand brushed over my hip before sliding lower, fingers tracing the crude red letters across my ass cheeks.
“My dirty little Princess has drawn instructions and directions,” he murmured, voice all velvet filth.
Heat raced up my neck as he pressed his thumb against the arrow I’d drawn, rubbing at the spot where it vanished between my cheeks.
“Piss whore,” he read aloud, growling the words like they belonged to him already. My pussy clenched at the sound.
“I love them,” he said darkly, before gripping me hard and flipping me onto my back like I weighed nothing. “And the room.”
His gaze dropped to my chest, where the words Daddy’s Slut were sprawled boldly across my skin. He crushed my tits together in both hands, squeezing until I gasped.
“I can’t decide which one is my favourite,” he drawled, eyes gleaming.“Daddy’s Slut…” he shoved my tits up to my mouth until my lips brushed the red marker-stained flesh. “…or Piss Whore.”
I moaned, biting my lip, the humiliation making me wetter than it should’ve.
“You know where I want you first, don’t you?” he drawled, his thumbs swiping lazy circles over my nipples, tugging them taut until I arched.
I nodded, throat too tight to answer, but we both knew.
“The kneeling stocks,” he said, smirking as his gaze burned through me.“Our beginning. Where I turned my Princess into Daddy’s cocksleeve.”
My stomach flipped. My cunt clenched. He was taking me back to the epic skull fuck—the place I lost the last piece of shame I’d been clinging to.
“Up,” he ordered, smacking the side of my tit until I scrambled, unsteady but desperate to obey.
He caught my jaw in his hand, forcing my head back until I had no choice but to stare into his black, hungry eyes.
“On your knees, Princess. Mouth open. Daddy’s going to remind you exactly what you are.”
I walked across the room, staring at the kneeling pad before dropping to my knees. Daddy removed his jacket and flung it on the sofa before following me. He lifted the heavy wood, and I placed my hands and neck in place. The padding around it made it very comfortable. He clicked the latches in place, locking me in.
He moved back to look at me while tugging at his tie. It fell to the floor, and he reached for his zip.
“Princess, that mouth could topple empires. But tonight you're going to be a good girl and let Daddy choke you with his cock.”
His zip hissed, the sound making my stomach twist with anticipation. He pulled himself free, thick and hard, stroking slowly as he prowled closer.
“Look at you,” he rasped, circling me, his shoes clicking against the wooden floor.“Bent, bound, locked up pretty just for me. My filthy little Princess, drooling before I’ve even fed you cock.”
I whimpered, shifting against the padding, but there was no escape, not with my neck caught tight in the stocks. He brushed the swollen head against my lips, smearing precum across them like gloss.
