I Know

I know what she needs. She needs my hands, my voice tender and uncoiling her. She needs firm touch and gentle words. She needs my chest to crash into, carve the shape of her cheek into my shoulder.

She needs to cry; while she’s held, while she’s running, while she’s doing both and clinging to the fabric of my shirt or my flesh with her little hands. She needs smallness. She needs to be filled, fucked, used, brought down from the height I take her to, abrupt. I want to knock that wind out of her chest and swallow the shock before she can inhale again. Later, she needs to be praised. She needs to purr and curl into me. She needs to call me Daddy and in that tearful whisper, she needs to beg to cum.

She needs my mouth telling her what to do, talking sweet while I’m making it hurt, while I’m reminding her she needs it like this.

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Later on, I walk in on her reading my journal, naked in our bed, her cunt on our fresh duvet with her knees and ankles crossed below her, like a girl, like a brat.

“You do need it like that though, don’t you?”

Flustered and slamming the covers shut, the heat rising in her cheeks,

“L…li…Like what?”

I climb flush on top of her, boots and all, belt buckle digging into those small dimples on her back with intention, snuffing that boldness out of her some. I wrap my fists around her wrists and crush them a little deeper into the bed, hear her hiss out air between her teeth.

Still, her spine is spooning my chest, curved up and into me, a flower pressed into glass. I let her feel my packer, move my hips enough so it juts against her ass thick and rude. She pushes back, gasps when I shove her back down, one thigh between hers where she needs more pressure, more of a taste of what’s to come.

I answer her timid question finally,

“You need it brutal and tender. Forceful and whispery. Terrifying and cradling. That mix is what makes it good for you.”

“Yes.”

“Don’t get all quiet on me now. Tell me what else you want, little toy. I want to strip this down so I can see it clearly with you.”

I slap her ass with one hand harder than I intended and she yelps pathetically, the heat from my palm grips her waist silently. I find the nap of her neck and grind my teeth into her skin, baring them but not biting, yet. I feel her shoulders clench and her ass do the same. The pads of my fingers dig in brusquely, making deep grooves into her hips the more she makes me wait, the more she hesitates.

“I want to cry against your chest.”

Cooing into her neck now,

“That’s good, very good. What else?”

“I want to feel like I have to run from what’s going to happen, inside. I want you to make me look at you while you hold me by the jaw. That’s still so hard for me. I want to see the way you’re seeing me and be forced to hold still in it.”

“Do you want to be taunted? Objectified?”

“To a point. I want to cry more from touch than emotion.”

I thought about that bit silently, wondering if the emotional part was entirely off the table. Sometimes I just wanted her to cry from my words, my threats, my withdrawn touch and shadowed tenderness. Sometimes I wanted to feel her break like that and wonder if she’d get me back, if I’d still feel like Daddy when it was over or if that monstrous part would eclipse it too much.

“So if I edge you until your voice is raspy tonight from begging, if I pull back and let you feel my tongue on that desperate clit of yours, and just decide to leave you there for the night. If I soften my voice and threaten you about what toys I still have hidden from you I don’t know if you’re ready for, but I might bring them out, and not let you cum at all, what then tonight, brat?”

I spit that last word out at her sounding like a bully, my grin behind her shoulder fully menacing. It shifted the air in the room, and I fisted her hair exposing her neck. Her hips rose tighter into my thigh, grinding against me scarcely, thinking I might not notice. I moved my thigh into her, pulled her ass up so her lower back arched that way that makes my cock throb. Let her have this moment, this bit of sweet pressure before the night began.

“You think that will make me soften up? That little grind you’re doing? Needy little slut. You think Daddy shouldn’t bring his knife out tonight to punish you for snooping? How many times have you read my journal like this, shameless little cunt bare against Daddy’s expensive duvet. I bet you’re soaked down there, swollen and aching to be filled. Shhh, let Daddy feel.”

I whistled long and low in her ear when she raised a thigh, easily sliding inside her with two fingers. She was pulsing for it, shivered down her back as soon as I opened her up.

“You’re going to clean this same mess off my cock later, aren’t you?”

I pulled away and she elicited one of the more pathetic whimpers I’d heard from her. I found her mouth open to answer and fed her my fingers, curling like a hook into her cheek and stretching.

She gagged instinctively and I laughed against the side of her throat.

“You’re going to have to go wider than this to fit Daddy’s cock tonight.”

I thrusted against her ass hungrily, her body responding putting that desperation in me, my lower stomach, my groins, my balls feeling full and painful, starved to rip into her tonight.

I turned her head to kiss me and used my other hand to unclip my knife from my belt quietly. When we broke away, I left it inches from her little nose, gleaming in the light at the room back at her, wordless.

“This is going to hurt more than you’re ready for, but I know you want to be good for me, and I know you can take it, baby. Daddy needs to hurt you really bad tonight. Daddy knows you wanna be good.”

Her knuckles started squeezing the sheets, faun-like and daunted, solemn now and her hips stilling to a halt. Her breath hitched at the sight of the jagged silver thing so close to her skin and it made every part of me swell. My weight pushed her down harder, pinning her now while she shrunk into that quiet, acquiescing like forlorn prey that’s accepted its fate.

This was the where I wanted her, those seconds before shaking, squeezing any standstill thing she could reach, messy inside with that lump in her throat I knew how to push back down with my cock. Then the tears whimpering until her voice cracked her swollen little throat.

I wrapped my forearm around her neck, closing in against that fear cheek to cheek. I went on,

“You’re not going like what I’m going to do to you with this blade; it’s really not going to feel good, baby. I know. Shhh. It’s sharper than it was last time. Look how Daddy sharpened it better this time. Daddy needs to see your blood today to stay hard. Daddy needs to see you cry. Where do you want to be cut? Thighs or tits?”

(As if she had a choice.)

Watching her choose between two things she didn’t want filled that bit of me. She moaned a little then, terrified waves in short breathy bursts looking for sympathy where they wouldn’t be any. I ground my cock against her ass harder the longer she took, slapped it roughly with a mean streak to show her I wasn’t waiting forever.

Then the meekest murmur of “tits”. muffled out of her and into the mattress. My jaw ached to clamp down on her shoulder and shake the skin there but instead,

“Tits. I’ll do those first.”

I climbed off her abruptly and shoved her on her back, saw her shiver and noticed her eyes were watery but not crying. She looked helpless and terrified, fingers jittery trying to touch me sweetly or loop inside my belt, doe-eyed and nervous.

I wanted to shiver, too.

I laid on my back and grabbed the knife, clicked it open and closed and let the sound of it fill the room obscenely.

I nodded to my boots and she scampered to the edge of the bend and knelt to untie them, unhurried in hopes it would delay the inevitable.

The small of her shoulders and arch of her ass into back, the grace of her neck and her feet demure and crossed made me salivate. I unhooked my belt swiftly and pulled my cock out, stroking it and throwing my head back from relief.

I felt my boots slide off and hit the wooden floor below and she turned her neck to look at me, staring at me jacking myself off. I waggled a finger at her to come kiss me and held her still by the throat.

She was pliable, gave her tongue to mine instantly and let me squeeze and slap her tits while I swallowed her shrieks.

I pulled away and slapped her cheek, the shock of it making her lip tremble.

“Open your mouth.”

A command met with instant obedience, I arched up slightly from the bed and spit on her tongue.

“Hold it there so you have some lube to suck my cock with, go.”

She moved down and dribbled my spit over the head and I felt that white heat on the back of my neck when she pulled me closer to her jaw. She started gagging the second I placed my hand on the crown of her head and I smirked to myself, that fear running through her body now like electricity. I stayed still and pet her hair, loosely gripping a few strands while I felt her pushing herself for me.

“Fuck that’s so good. Such a good hole for Daddy. Do it right. Don’t make me have to force you. Faster. C’mon. I know it’s big , baby. Don’t you fucking stop. Daddy cums before you. Lemme come in that pretty little mouth, down that tight little throat. Good girl. Fuck. Fuck you’re so good.”

I leaned back and let her take me, charging up with my hips toward the end both because I wanted to hear her sputter in that sweet, sad way and because I couldn’t hold back anymore. I wanted to fill her, claim her, hold her still around my cock and make her wait a moment to breathe. That hum of cries around me when I buried myself and felt her throat push back did it and I came hard, boxing her ears tight and grunting with that force from my own hunger that overpowers her smallness. My stomach and chest shook and I felt her slide her warm hands beneath my boxers and grip my ass as she sucked the head and ran her tongue in long lines up and down as the shatter in me faded slowly.

She sniffled and I could see her tear streaked cheeks as I pulled her on her side chest to chest with me, kissing her through my own breathlessness.

I remembered the knife behind me as I caressed her and felt her soaked little cunt grinding against me needily, shallow to deeper circles and trembles that came out of her fingers as she gripped my hair. Her eyes were begging me as much as her body and she was whimpering against my neck like she was in heat. I rolled her on her back abruptly and teased her clit with the head of my dick.

Her breaths where all out of sync and I kept trying to pin her limbs still, her arms trying to pull me into her by my ass, her thighs shaking as the gristle of my weight closed in tighter. I let her feel the width of the head against her hole, commanded her to hold fucking still.

The first couple inches, I eased in so slow she was tortured out of her mind, her chest was heaving and my teeth found her nipples and twisted them, hands slapped her ribs and calves that were up against my side now.

All it took was one, “please Daddy” and I shoved the rest of my cock deep, resting there feeling her swollen walls open.

“Good girl. Don’t think. I fucking forgot about that knife. When I’m done with this. sweet. pink little hole. I’m going to take your ass. Get you all dazed and lost in me. so that blade opens you. just as easy as my cock. Daddy’s gonna make you his messy little girl tonight, cum and blood and tears and then after, when it’s over, I’ll clean you up real good, baby. Daddy will be sweet again, after. I know. You’re scared. Daddy likes that. You’re so good when you let Daddy put you to good use. My holes. My girl. My messy little toy.