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Malevolent Rapture
The crisp sound of a key slipping into its place in the lock only adds to the excitement she has been holding onto all evening. His long awaited return. She watches, nibbling at her lower lip, as the shadowed figure slowly pushes open the massive weight of the iron door. He slips through quietly as it closes behind Him with a heavy, clanking-thud. It takes a few seconds for His deep consuming eyes to adjust to the waning light of the room. Rich mahogany walls and bulky satin curtains do little to reflect the dim glow of the dozen or so candles burning throughout the vast room before Him. The soft aroma of incense and the ailing scent of smoldering logs in the large stone fireplace. Even from the far corner it washes over His senses with an air of home.
She sits, seemingly patient, infront of the warmth of a dying fire. Her legs tucked up beside her on the small oval rug beside His reading chair. As she picks carelessly at the fabric loops of the rug, a shy smile creeps itself across her lips.
"You've been so long," she mutters softly without looking up from the tiny fibers of plush black carpeting between her fingertips, "i thought You'd forgotten me". She raises her eyes subconciously in a test for His reaction. Upon meeting His striking gaze, quickly lowers them back to the floor; knowing full well she has no right to question His long portions of time apart from her. It was a look that reeked of playful button-pushing, sending a spark of irritation running through Him although having seen it in her eyes from all the way across the room makes Him smile in spite of Himself.
"Never."
A simple answer to a question that really doesn't warrant one, but reguardless... This causes the shy smile to widen into a satisfied grin with a blush of crimson in the girl's pale cheeks. She tries to hide them behind a coy glance to the glow of the herth, turning her face from His and shifting herself onto her knees. The lengths of the garments wrapped around her slender frame drape lightly over her legs to meet the floor around her like caskades of water flashed in ice by a single chilled breath. She places her hands gently atop her knees in a half-perch half-kneel that again causes Him to force back a grin at her obvious anxiousness to be closer to Him.
He walks over and, standing above her, leans down and takes one of her hands in His own. Using gentle guidence to elevate her slightly to a full kneeling position. She keeps her gaze to the floor at His feet. Placing His hand under her chin, He raises her head for want of a look into her eyes. They dance across His face, shifting away once more as she blushes for a second time. The way they evade Him in a spark of flawed innocence both frustrates and excites Him. He decides to regain control of the situation, and her, by attempting again to direct her attention.
"How could I not come home and see how much you've missed Me, little one?"
She knows what it is He wishes, but can't resist the urge to carry this impish revolt abit longer. She playfully tries to push away from His gaze again by turning her head away slightly. The spark of irritation again rushes through His face. This time, it doesn't pass as quickly as before. His rough hand slips behind her head as His long fingers entangle themselves in the back of her hair. She still tries to push away once more, this time placing her hands on his arms. His fingers instantly tighten they're grip at the back of her head, twisting it back a bit and in turn forcing her to lift her face up to His with a stunned whimper.
"Does my little one need to be shown that I was not kidding?" The darkness in His voice and sudden flash of anger in His eyes tells her that she may have taken this little game a bit to far. Her heartbeat beats hard in her ears. In the time it takes her to think for a moment and begin to expain that she ment no disrespect, He had already unzipped His pants and was holding Himself with His free hand up to her mouth. His eyes glaring down at her, He sharply demands that she rights the situation by "opening her fucking mouth again so He can fill it for her".
Foolishly she again tries to explain herself, "But...I..."
He tightens His grasp on her hair with a sharp twist of the wrist and as she pierces her lips to cry out He seizes the opertunity to force Himself through them.
"You play too much little girl," He snarls at her. She lets out a muffled protest that only adds to His frustration with her... and His excitement. He places His hands on the sides of her head firmly, thrusting Himself into her face. Forcing her to open her throat to His smooth hard erection. "Maybe another lesson will correct that this time, hmm?" She gags on his throbing shaft as He once more pulls her head towards His hips, slaming His head into the back of her throat. Keeping it in as deeply as He can manage to push until He sees fit to remove it and begin again. He grabs at her breasts, first one then the other, mercilessly pinching and twisting her pink supple nipples until she makes a strange but highly satisfying noise that resembles a cry of pain from somewhere deep down in her throat to where He has not quite been able to push Himself...Yet.
"Look at me when you're servicing me you lil'bitch." He orders and pushes her head all the way into him with such a force that the feeling of his head hitting the back of her throat releases a soft groan from His lips... as from hers. "I don't want to have to take you into my playroom and show you what happens to bad little girls who don't do what they're told here. Do you? Huh? What's the matter slut, finding it abit hard to answer with your Daddy's dick in there, are you, little one?"
She winces in pain at the tightening of his fingers in her hair but does what He asks. A small trickle of tears rolls down her cheeks, her icy blue eyes squeezing shut again as he forced Himself in its entirety over and over into the back of her throat. Heaving on Him, she puts her hands on His thighs and pushes away just enough to turn her head. Choking back tears and trying to catch her breath she begs for a chance to speak.
"Please *cough* , please...no.*sob*...please stop it!" Her arms wrap themselves around her in a vane attempt to protect herself from this humiliation. She bows her head to his feet, her mouth dripping with saliva, trying to rid herself of it with her hand. But He will have none of it and tugs back on her head again so she has no choise but to look up at Him while He places His dripping cock on the side of her face tapping it lightly against her cheek. Her words are labored in a desperate effort not to cry, but nervously quick in tempo, "i didn't mean to be bad, Daddy...really i didn't but i missed You so much and You locked up Your room before You left, and i only wanted to..."
He siezes another oppertunity to put it back in her mouth for a few more pumps and then lets her speak once more. She catches her breath again and wipes the wetness from her face. The look of eye makeup smeared down her pretty little face and the feel of her hair clumped in His fisted hand is almost enough to finish Him off right then and there but He decides to hold it back... for now.
"Go on then!" He throws her aside to the floor without a second thought.
She picks herself back up shamefully before continuing. "Yes Sir," she mutters with a nod. "Thank you Sir." She comes up to her knees again infront of Him as she looks to the floor. "You locked Your door before You left and i've been all alone all day and night and i was only meaning to tease abit and...and i wa..."
The look of annoyence flushes over His face again, she sees it and begins to stroke Him gently.
"i was going to ask if i might play with her... just a little...please?"
That childlike innocence waves into her eyes again and He cant help but fall in love with it against His best efforts.
Thats why you keep her here, locked away for yourself. Thats why you come back every night to see her. Your only tough with her here because you know that out there the world wouldn't...they would....dear God....
He can see she knows what He's thinking about, she always seems to know, by the look that's now on His softened face, the way His eyes dim at the very thought. Without a word she wraps her soft lips around the head of His cock, sucking and teasing him with her tounge until He can't handle it anymore. His hand returns to the back of her neck, and the other just under her chin, guiding her on to Him firmly but gentler then before.
"Oh...that's a good girl...what a good little cock sucking slut I have....oh! fuuuuuck!" He pumps into her face slow and strong with a sudden intence rush of sweet hot release. Her eyes start to water but she does her best to make Him proud of her again, to make Him pleased with her. She swallows Him once more into her throat as she looks up and watches a look of pure bliss wash over His face, His eyes close and He grits His teeth. She feels His entire body flinch and relax, and again, as He splashes into the back of her throat bitterly. She smiles at Him from down on her knees as He finally looks down at her, tiny beads of sweat trickle down His forehead. "Take it all..." He gives her one final pump "that's right...mmm.....what a good little girl you are for your Daddy"
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