Tell Me Everything Again

Lying in bed in a beautiful, two-story townhome near the city, I watched the sun creep up over the horizon and crash through the bedroom windows. Bright, penetrating rays of light were made soft again when they blanketed his face. It was as if the exposure to his skin actually warmed those beams, causing them to lose their stark harshness. In the morning summer sun, I could see things that normally weren’t visible to me: the subtle lines at the corners of his eyes, for example. The cloud cover of the day usually camouflaged the hardly noticeable grays that peppered the stubble covering his face, but in this light, I could see them clearly as the bright rays hit them. In all the time I spent studying him closely while he slept, I hadn’t thought to analyze just how tame and disciplined he was in this state—so much unlike the night before.

“Give me what I want, you fucking cunt.”

I inhaled a shaky breath, recalling his words to me.

“I’m going to give you what you fucking deserve.”

My exhale, totally prolonged, was even shakier.

“You want me to treat you like this? I don’t want to have to do it, but you’ve left me no choice.”

I took another deep inhale, forming my lips into a perfect circle before releasing my breath outward slowly.

“Get on your fucking hands and knees, cunt.”

Another breath.

“I want to hear you beg, and I want to see you crawl.”

Fuck. I turned around in his arms, finding it uncomfortable to continue looking at him, considering what I’d been thinking about. As I shifted and laid my head back down, I felt his arm wrap around my waist, his hand sinking into the curve of my body and giving me a light squeeze. I peered over my shoulder carefully, noticing that he was still asleep. I closed my eyes for just a moment, but closing my eyes allowed me so much more room for creativity; I was able to remember every single detail.

“You’re being such a good girl for daddy, aren’t you?”

I gasped quietly, running my tired fingertips over my lips and remembering what it felt like to have the tape ripped from them. I also recalled having such little time to react before he pried open my mouth and forced himself on me. The thought of it… the thought of it drove me insane. I bit my lip and rolled my eyes as relentless heat gathered in my core and spread rampantly down to my thighs. The space between my legs, hardly present in this position, needed to be filled. I released a quiet, desperate breath when I squeezed my legs together, hoping the pressure between my thighs would quell that urge. It didn’t.

“While I have you like this, all tied up on your hands and knees, why don’t you tell daddy how hard you want him to fuck you?”

I couldn’t escape my thoughts on this particular morning, and I carefully slid my hand beneath the sheets. I’d almost reached the heat between my legs when I felt him grab my wrist abruptly. My breath shuddered in my chest, and I gasped nervously, knowing that I’d been caught.

“Did you think I was asleep, baby?” he asked in such a sweet, soothing tone.

“Yes,” I said, releasing an anxious little laugh.

“I’m like the devil,” he said, his voice suddenly becoming this low, devious growl. “Always looking over your shoulder,” he continued, clutching so tightly to my waist that I whimpered, “always watching you.” I turned around in his arms, searching his dark eyes as morning sunlight filled them. “Why don’t you be a good girl and turn the fuck around?” he whispered slowly. As soon as I did what I was told, his arm was back around my waist, and he was pulling my body up against his. I closed my eyes, a soft moan escaping my lips when he guided his hand down the center of my body and grabbed my cunt suddenly. “Why didn’t you ask, Brett?”

“I thought you were sleeping,” I admitted quietly. “I didn’t want to disturb you. You looked so sweet.”

“You were watching me,” he commented.

“Mmhmm.”

“But what you were thinking about just now—that wasn’t very sweet, was it?” he asked.

“No,” I said, sighing as he moved my hair over my shoulder and whispered against the back of my neck.

“Wake me up anytime, day or night. Daddy will always take care of you.” Another sharp inhale tore through my throat when he grabbed my hair at the back of my head, using that firm grasp to control me. As he tilted my head back, he placed hungry, aggressive kisses on my neckline, leading them all the way up to my jaw. “Daddy’s here,” he soothed. “Why don’t you tell me what that dirty little cunt of yours wants right now?”

“I fucking—” Sexual frustration poured through my voice until I stopped myself from speaking and released a soft, shaky breath, unclenching my jaw.

“Oh, is it that bad, baby?” he pouted, loosening his grip on my hair and winding my locks loosely around his hand. He ran his fingers through it, sliding his other hand between my thighs. “I saw these tighten,” he added in a whisper, “and I thought to myself, maybe my good girl wants to tighten them around my face.”

“I considered it,” I admitted.

“Consider this,” he chuckled softly, and he slid his fingertips between my lips, starting to rub me off in a slow, deliberate motion. I moaned helplessly, my body adapting to his and molding perfectly to the shape of him. The more I backed myself into him, the more he pulled me backward and held me tightly against him. “I know you want it,” he said in a low growl. When he couldn’t pull me any closer, I could feel him, the erection in his boxer briefs lying enticingly against my lower back. “I want it, too.”

“Yes, you do, daddy,” I said seductively, grinding against his hand while he rubbed my clit. “I can feel you.”

“I’ll bet you want to feel me.”

“Yes, daddy,” I whispered.

“You want it so fucking bad,” he said, releasing his hand from my hair and using it to guide his erection out of his briefs, “you come get it, baby.” He stopped touching me, grabbing onto my hips roughly and forcing me to grind on his hard cock, which he’d positioned up against my bare bottom. He let me go just as roughly, nearly tossing me in front of him, and he grabbed my ass, ripping the sheets away from my body and laying a hard smack across my bottom. “On second thought,” he commented through gritted teeth, “I’ll take what I fucking want from you.” My breath trembled in my chest as he pulled me to the center of the bed, forcing me onto my belly and holding me down. He gathered my wrists behind my back, pinning them there tightly while he spread my legs and teased my opening with his erection. In one quick movement, he was inside of me, hitting me so deeply that I winced. “Baby, let me see you,” he soothed, reaching up and moving my hair out of my face. Once he brushed it to the side, he wrapped it around his hand and tugged on it roughly, forcing my face out of the sheets. I pressed the side of my cheek to the pillows when he allowed me the opportunity, and the moment that he could see my face, he started railing into me. With one hand applying pressure to the back of my head and the other restraining my wrists, he held me beneath him and force-fucked me, obliterating my body and showing me just how wild he could be in the morning.

“Joe,” I breathed, my panting becoming excessive and out of control.

“Call me your daddy. I know you fucking want to,” he growled, tightening his grip on me. I whimpered helplessly, shutting my eyes. The harder he fucked me, the more he expected me to say something; I knew that, yet I continued to maintain soft cries and whimpers that barely left my lips. “If you don’t say it, I’ll fuck it out of you, cunt,” he said sternly. “Better yet, I’ll fucking hit it out of you.” He pulled out of me abruptly, grabbed my waist and tore at my skin to turn me over, and forced himself back inside of me once more. Wrapping my legs around him, he pulled the pillows out from behind my head and tossed them aside, laying his hand on my chest and pinning me down to the bed. I continued my steady, shallow whimpering, and as I looked up into his eyes, I could see that it was driving him crazy that I was holding out on him, that I wasn’t saying a fucking word, that I wasn’t begging him. “You’re going to beg, bitch,” he breathed, his jaw clenched in a sexy, furious rage. He released the pressure on my chest and grabbed the back of my head, using this newly established control to start hitting me. A cold, calculated slap landed across my cheek, stunning me for a moment, and I blinked wildly while I processed what hit me: his hand, of course. “Beg for me,” he demanded, hitting me again.

“Yes, daddy,” I whimpered.

“Yes, daddy, what? What do you want me to do to you?”

“Fuck me harder, daddy. Use me up,” I moaned, rolling my eyes while he laid another hard slap across my cheek. There was no leniency and no room for me to react when he hit me like this; with his hand on the back of my head, I could hardly turn in either direction, and I certainly couldn’t avoid his hand whenever it met my cheek with such hostility.

“I will, baby. Don’t you worry,” he chuckled, finally releasing his hold on my hair. I breathed a sigh of relief that was short-lived, especially considering that his next move was to get onto his knees, grab my waist, and prop me up like a lifeless little toy. This was one of his favorite positions, one that allowed him to fuck me like I wasn’t real, and one that gave me little to no control over my body. “You fucking like that? You like the way I fuck you? Tell me that you like the way daddy fucks you.”

“I like the way you fuck me, daddy,” I said daringly, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. “I love the way you fuck me,” I continued, licking my lips at him and looking into his dark gaze. “I love you.”

He chuckled softly, rolling his eyes at me for a moment, but I could tell that he had snapped out of it. He laid me down gently, placing his hand beneath my head and protecting my body until I made a soft landing into the sheets.

“I love you, baby,” he whispered, lowering himself onto me. He was suddenly sweet, his thrusts slowing while his panting quickened. “I fucking love you. Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” he soothed, brushing my hair aside and sliding his hand between our bodies. His delicate touch was back on my clit, and he started rubbing me off so quickly, increasing his pressure on my hot, throbbing bud until I was wriggling and thrashing beneath him. “Come for me. You be a good girl and come for your daddy. You fucking like this?”

“Yes, baby,” I moaned.

“Fuck, Brett,” he sighed. “Fucking come for me. Come so good, baby.”

“Joe,” I whimpered. “Joe, Joe, Joe.” Shaky screams poured out of me as my entire body let go, and I closed my eyes as we fucked in perfect harmony. Grinding against one another, panting into one another’s mouths, I came beneath him. My insides held onto him about as tightly as my arms did. He leaned down to kiss me, despite the fact that we were both out of breath, and he watched my eyes with such excitement while I whispered against his lips. “I’m coming for you, daddy. I’m coming so good for you.”

“That’s it, baby. Good girl,” he panted. “Good girl, Brett. You’re going to fucking make me come.” His voice had been so calm despite its breathlessness, but it was suddenly ferocious and wild once more. “You’re going to fucking make me come,” he repeated, rolling his eyes at me and sinking his teeth into his lip. He sat up, straddled my hips, grabbed my wrists, and pinned them to my chest with one hand. Holding me down beneath him, he fucked me harder until he was spilling over the edge and pulling out of me. He covered my body with his cum, grabbing my hair and slapping my face while he released onto me. “Good girl,” he whispered one last time, leaning down and planting a soft kiss on my lips.

I was the wild animal, usually held in captivity, that was sometimes allowed the opportunity to be released from her cage. When I came out, I was expected to perform, to take a beating, to put on a show, and to succumb to my captor’s every demand. But when it was all said and done, he took care of me. He always did. He cleaned me up and held me tightly. He made me feel safe and warm and loved. There was no better therapy than that. And speaking of therapy—

“Fuck. I’m going to be late for my first appointment,” he sighed.