Page 31 of Kneeling for Daddy
Nik rises from the couch, grabbing the leash as I approach and tightly wrapping it around his fist. With the leather taut in his hand, he takes a step, and I follow him instinctively. My knees scrape lightly against the floor as he walks the length of the couch. “Up,” he commands flatly, offering me his hand and helping me onto my unsteady legs when I struggle to follow his instruction.
Without another word, he spins me away from him and bends me over the arm of the couch. My hands press into the cushions,holding my weight as my feet rise from the floor. Straddling my feet, Nik pushes my chest into the couch. My sensitive nipples brush against the couch, and I shiver at the stimulation.
“You are so fucking wet for me.” He rubs the soft, thick head of his cock teasingly up and down the length of my pussy, and I can’t stop the quiet whimper that escapes my lips. He eases himself into me slowly, so painfully slowly that my body aches for more. I moan with every torturous inch. Needing more, I rise onto my hands to push my ass into him, only to find his large palm on my back pressing me back to the cushions. “Lie still for Daddy. I’ll give you what you want when I think you’ve learned your lesson. Until then, I’m going to take my time playing with your tight little holes.”
Holes? As in plural?
He grips my ass, parting my cheeks just enough to awaken every nerve in my body with a shock. My hands dig into the cushions beneath me, gripping them anxiously until my knuckles turn white. He spreads me wider, letting saliva spill from his lips, and his wet warmth trickles down the crack of my ass. I involuntarily tense at the foreign sensation, trying to squeeze my cheeks together. “Does my little pet have a virgin ass?” Nik asks inquisitively, a hint of eager excitement in his tone.
“Yes,” I whisper, my cheeks burning.Both sets of them.
“Good,” he snarls, pulling me open even further. The heat of my embarrassment grows nearly unbearable when he spits a generous amount of saliva directly onto my asshole. Sliding his cock in and out of my pussy at an almost tender rhythm, he drags his thumb through the slickness of his saliva and rubs it firmly against my tight ring of muscle.
“The next time you willfully disobey me,” he gravelly whispers, low and threateningly, “I’m going to plug this tight little virgin hole. Make you spend the day stretching it wide for my cock before I put you on your knees in front of the windows. I’ll let the whole city watch as I take your ass until you’re crying out your apologies with my cum leaking from your ass and sliding down your thighs.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I gasp, the words slipping past my lips before I can stop them. Somehow, my cheeks burn even hotter. I hate that I like it. I hate that his humiliation drives me wild or that being at his mercy makes my pussy so slick and needy. As much as I want to fight this truth, part of me wants every bit of control he claims over me. “Please,” I whine.
“That’s a good little pet.” He continues to take my pussy with long, torturously slow strokes as his thumb carefully eases into my ass. “I knew you would beg for me, but you can do better.”
Taking his time, he leisurely fucks both my holes in tandem. Nik works me to the brink more times than I can count. When I whimper and groan at my denial, I find the tail of the leash slapping lightly against my ass—only further increasing my need.
He denies me again, and the fall back from the edge is practically painful. With my hips teetering on the armrest, my body quivers uncontrollably. My face is pressed into the cushions, and they muffle my cries as he keeps me on that deliciously agonizing precipice.
“Look at you… Shaking for me… Begging to come as I make you earn it. You like being my little plaything, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I cry between breathless pants. I’m slick and burning—trembling with every thrust and teasing touch. The need to come is beyond agonizing. “But I can’t…”
“I know it hurts,” he soothes as my release slips through my fingers yet again. “This is how you learn. And when you do, it’s going to feel so fucking good when I finally let you come.” His palm runs up the length of my spine and down my arm. He urges me onto my hands before grabbing my wrist and pulling my hand back to my hip. Exhausted, my arm wobbles as I try to hold up my weight.
“Please, Daddy,” I beg, my voice laced with so much need that I sound like I might die if he doesn’t give me what I need. “Please…”
Without warning, he pounds into me. Hard. Fast. My head snaps forward, and a strangled cry leaves me as the collar lightly chokes me. It feels like he’s everywhere. He slams into me, and the sensation shoots from my pussy down to my toes. I can’t stop the desperate moans spewing over my lips as he has his way with me.
“You’re mine,” he growls, his hips driving forward relentlessly, slapping against my ass. “Every inch. Every thought. Every fucking tremble of your tight little cunt.”
“I’m yours!” I cry, my breath ragged and voice shaking as I hurdle toward my release. “All yours, Daddy!” My hips rock back to meet him—needing the friction and the pressure. My breaths come in broken mewls, and my fingertips dig into the couch as I teeter right on the edge.“I’ll be good for you.”
He thrusts harder and faster, using his tight hold of the leash and my arm as leverage—fucking me like a ragdoll. He takes meso brutally that my vision blurs around the edges. I’m completely at his mercy, and it is intoxicating, unbearable, and addictive all at once.
Nik plunges into me with unrelenting force. It doesn’t just push me over the edge; it throws me over mercilessly. My body convulses, every muscle spasming as my nerves all short-circuit. Tears stream down my face, and I gasp desperately for air as I drown in a sea of unrelenting orgasms. Moaning his name and trembling in his hold, I shatter again and again. He fucks me without abandon until I’m crying, begging, and I’m utterly wrecked.
“You come so fucking beautifully,” he rasps, pulling me to him until my back is pressed against his sweat-covered chest. His hot, heavy breaths blow against the back of my ear. “Keep going, little pet. I want every inch of you so sore you remember who you belong to for days.”
“You! Fuck… Daddy! I’m yours!” I cry. My words are desperate, raw, and unfiltered—and they’re his undoing. He grows more rigid inside me, a slew of guttural groans rattling from him as his hips jerk violently against my ass.
After carefully pulling himself from me and lowering me onto the couch, Nik takes a seat beside me. Cupping my face tenderly, he draws me into him and lays my head on his lap. With my cheek pressed against the warmth of his bare thigh, he strokes my hair. The softness of it is almost shocking after the intensity of being paraded around like a pet and used the way he just fucked me. Yet, I can’t help but nuzzle closer, my body aching to be nurtured with how vulnerable I feel.
“Daddy likes it when you listen,” he whispers as he continues to pet me. The tone in which he says it makes a warm shiverswirl down my spine. I swallow against the lump in my throat, his praise filling a need I didn’t know I had. Daring a glance up at him, I find him staring down at me warmly. The dark gleam of his icy eyes has dissipated, leaving them filled with warm adoration. His fingers brush through my hair, tucking a sweaty tendril behind my ear. “Your nails look beautiful.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Days have passed in a blur—routine, but not—Ani and I falling into a rhythm that makes no sense on paper but feels inevitable in practice. We bicker over breakfast, snip at each other across the couch, and she calls me “impossible” more times a day than I can count. Yet, underneath every snarky barb and sarcastic comment, is this constant electricity. The buzz doesn’t fade no matter how long the day drags on—or how much we grate on each other’s nerves.
When night falls and the city grows quiet, all that bickering is nothing more than foreplay. Every jab and sharp-witted word is nothing more than fuel for an evening of hate fucking that leaves us both wrecked, panting, and tangled together in sweaty sheets.Although I’m pretty sure the hate has waned.It’s exhausting. Addictive.And I can’t fucking get enough.
This morning, she was unusually quiet as I readied and left for the club. With traffic not too heavy this morning, I reached it pretty quickly, beating both my brothers and Alek. The smell of bleach still lingers faintly from the staff’s early morning scrub-down before they left. The stage is dark, the bar is empty, and thewhole place is far too quiet without the music and bodies to fill it. But, empty is what we need right now.
Enzo, Cillian, and then Alek all filter into the club within minutes of me taking a seat in a large booth near the back office. They all join me as I lean forward, my elbows propped on the table, eager to see what prompted this unplanned meeting this morning.
