Page 17 of His Dark Discipline

The words pour from my lips like golden honey. I writhe on the bed beneath him as he rises up on his knees and grips his shirt. Buttons spray as he tears it off with ease and tosses it aside. I gasp as moisture pours between my thighs, making me acutely aware of my sex and arousal and just how desperate I am for him to take me.

Thick, banded muscles flex and expand as Damon moves his hands to his belt buckle. With a swift motion, he slides it off and then tugs his fly down. My heart leaps, and I take a breath, preparing myself for what must be coming next, but to my surprise, Damon stops and looks at me.

“Your turn,” he tells me.

“I-I’m already naked, Daddy…”

“That’s not what I mean.” He smiles, taking my wrist in his hand. “Take it out. See what I have in store for you.”

My virginity rears its ugly head like a fire-breathing minotaur as I reach into his pants and feel, for real, what Damon has in store for me.

With great difficulty, I pull out what must be the world’s biggest cock. I’ve seen it once before, but seeing it up close is an entirely different story. Like basically every girl alive, I’ve seen porn before, and I’m absolutely positive that if Damon wanted to get into the industry, he’d put every other male performer out of business on his first day.

“My God…” I’m not even embarrassed by my admission of amazement. If I even tried to play it cool, he would know I was lying. There’s no way he doesn’t know what he’s packing.

His manhood throbs between my fingers. I can’t even get them around his girth, and I feel a hint of hesitation between my legs as I wonder if I can really go through with what I just got myself into.

I thought I had an idea about what this would be like, but I never expected this.

“See what you do to me?” Damon purrs, his voice setting my soul on fire. “Just thinking about you gets me hard, sweet thing. I’ve been dreaming about your body since the day I left you. It’s been absolute torture being without you.”

It’s like a firework goes off all around me, encompassing my being in the brightest, twinkling lights.

“Really, Daddy?” My voice is barely a whimper. Damon’s fierce eyes blaze as he takes me by the wrist and shows me how to stroke him.

“There’s your proof, princess.” Something slick and wet spills from the tip of his cock and into my hand.

“What-what is it?” I ask.

“Pre-cum, princess.”

“P-pre-cum? What is that?”

Damon smiles, and I almost feel silly for a moment, but he moves right in and kisses me. Then he whispers into my mouth, “It helps get my cock nice and slick so it can slide into you easily. But then again, we don’t really need that right now, do we? You’re already wet enough.”

With all the skill of a pianist, Damon slides two fingers between my legs and finds my slit. I gasp as he touches me somewhere no one has ever touched me before. The burst of sensation is beyond anything I could have imagined – far beyond anything I’ve ever felt when touching myself.

I melt in full submission.

I’m at my stepdad’s mercy, ready and willing to do anything he asks. Like his little sex doll. A toy to be used for his pleasure. And that’s all I want to do…

…please him.

“Yes, Daddy,” I coo as he spreads me gently with his fingertips. As he applies pressure and begins to enter me, an immense shudder shakes me to my core.

“That’s right,” Damon whispers. “Daddy. You love it, don’t you? This is what you’ve wanted, and you’ve known I wanted it too. And now you’re going to have it, princess. I’m going to pop your little cherry and make you mine forever.”

A moan is all I can manage to respond with as Damon forces his two fingers inside me.

There’s a stab of pain as he stretches me, but it’s instantly gone and replaced by a warm, glowing pleasure. He’s barely gotten started with me, and it’s even better than I could ever have imagined.

My daddy. A man who I know can protect me from anything. With strength unparalleled. He may think he is a monster, but he’s a prince to me. A lover. A protector. And as he slides his fingers up, slick with my arousal, and applies just the right amount of pleasure to that sweet spot that drives me crazy, all I can do is cry out.

“Daddy!”

My orgasm crashes into me without warning. All the pent-up desire and tension that’s been between us since that day he saw me in the shower explodes with such power that I’m rocked to my foundations.

It’s not just the pleasure – pleasure I can barely handle. It’s the connection between us, solidifying and expressed by something so personal and intimate that I could only share it with him.

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