Read Little Brats: Georgia: Forbidden Taboo Erotica Online
Authors: Selena Kitt
Little Brats: Georgia: Forbidden Taboo Erotica (3 page)
Reeling in her wondrous misery, punishment and lust, she opened her eyes only when he released her wrists. Moving her to the table, he boosted her up, cold and business-like, his every touch kindling the fire already smoldering within her. He arranged her over the three metal bars she’d seen her mother restrained in. The highest one was under her hips, keeping her ass high in the air. The middle one at her back, he pushed her under, and the lowest one he cuffed her wrists to. Her legs—pulled apart enough to make her muscles protest the stretch—were bound at the knees to the base of the highest bar.
“Take a minute to collect yourself while I go through your little toy collection,” he said as he rubbed his hand hard over her heated ass cheek like a reminder.
“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed as he went for her bag.
“This is a sad assortment.” He shook his head as he pulled out her dildos, the egg and the little plastic nubby thing she wore around her finger to play with her clit.
“Yes, Daddy.” She wasn’t sure where he was going with this.
“Nothing for your ass either. Does that make you an ass virgin?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she confessed.
“We’ll do something about that,” he threatened. “It may be part of your punishment the first time, but you’ll learn to like it by the time you take my dick in your tight little asshole.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Oh yes, yes, fuck yes.
She watched him grab an anal plug, something a great deal smaller than she’d seen him use on her mother. Moving behind her, he brought his hand down on her puckered hole a few more times, warming it up before he dropped cold gel onto it. She couldn’t help but clench, and he didn’t chide her this time. Instead, he let out a low laugh, an amused chuckle.
“Relax,” he said, reaching his hand between her legs, taking her own juices and smearing them over her clit.
“Yes, Daddy.” She whimpered at his touch.
With the pads of his fingers, he alternated between small spanks to her clit and then circular rubs. She couldn’t squirm if she’d wanted to in this position. As he continued to punish her clit, a relentless tease, he slowly eased the plug into her lubricated asshole. She felt the tight muscles resist and then finally give way. The slight burn of this invasion thrilled her pussy, made it tingle until it throbbed. With his hand still at her clit, the butt plug easing in inch by inch, she came, clenching her teeth together not to cry out, but the contractions, hard and fast, made her body tremble. She couldn’t hide it from him.
“You were told not to climax during your punishment.” He expressed his disapproval with a deep sigh.
“Yes, Daddy.” Oh, that thing in her ass, stretching her open! It was heaven, a terrible, dark, twisted sort of torture. Her orgasm was still rocking her body, so full, so completely filled.
“Looks like you’re an ass whore as well, my curvy little daughter. Still, as much as this idea pleases me, I’ll have to punish you for disobeying my order with your climax.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She hung her head, filled with fear as well as excitement.
Before she could contemplate the meaning of this, she heard the whoosh of a riding crop through the air. The tiny bite of leather on the end hit her upper thigh first, granting her a burst of hot pain that shot to her stomach, making it flip and flutter. As he continued, the tiny implement of torture hitting her ass, the plug, even tapping from time to time against her mound, she begged him with everything, every fiber of her being, to be taken. She didn’t vocalize it, but she willed it. She wanted him to take her, to fuck her harder than she ever had been before.
Her every nerve ending burned, on edge, she couldn’t tell where one stream of pain began and one roll of pleasure ended. Hot, sweating, filled with lust, her stepfather pulled the butt plug out only to push it back in again. Oh fuck! That hot, burning stretch again, that tight ring of muscle.
No, Daddy, noooo!
Her mind begged him to stop, but her body pleaded that he go on and on and on.
“Your punishment for coming will be severe.” His fingers moved between her thighs. He pinched her clit and she gasped. “This is mine. It belongs to me. You will never, ever come without my permission first. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her thighs trembled. Her clit pulsed between his thumb and forefinger.
“I’m going to show you that this clit belongs to me.” He squeezed it and she gasped, biting her lip. “I’m going to make you climax again and again. You’re bound here for my pleasure, and I can do to you what I like. You are stripped bare before me and always will be, unable to escape your own wicked desires.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Open,” he said, as he arrived at her head.
She blinked to focus as he shoved, not the cock she’d been hoping for, but a ball gag into her mouth.
“My wand will make you cry out, despite your willful nature.”
He disappeared back behind her again and she heard him start up the big wand he’d used on her mother. He placed the vibrating head against her clit, buzzing the poor thing to life again. She came fast and hard, in just seconds. Her vision blurred, her stomach clenched. She felt the overwhelming need to close her legs, to get a break from the pleasure, but no. This was his torture. He left the wand vibrating there.
He was right. She cried out. She begged him to stop. But words wouldn’t form, not with the gag in her mouth. Multiple, forced orgasms ripped through her, tightening her stomach again and again until the muscles hurt, turning her body into a quivering mess. The aftershocks of the orgasms continued, each flowing into the next brutal rush of pleasure, until she cried out freely, seeing stars, feeling she would die from one more contraction. She screamed. She screamed as he brought her to a full orgasm again, each one harder than the last, until they blurred her vision completely.
“Good girl.” He stopped the machine. Finally. That horrible, pleasure-pain buzzing had ended. “You took that well. Now, for a little reward.”
Walking to the front of the table by her head, he undid his belt and pants, pushing himself out of them, revealing to her, up close and personal, his full erection. After taking out the ball gag, he did something that surprised her. He leaned in and kissed her mouth. She still wore her black lipstick, her face was wet from tears—she didn’t even know she’d been crying, but she had wept through her orgasms—but he kissed her, tenderly, gently.
“You are my beautiful whore,” he whispered, bent so he could meet her eyes, lifting her chin. “My deviant, twisted little daughter. You are mine. I own you, body and soul.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, and she meant it.
“I want to see that black lipstick smeared all over my cock.” He stood, offering him her erection. “Suck it, Georgia. Suck Daddy’s cock.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she nodded, licking her lips, opening her mouth for him as he pressed the head in. He was big, beautifully big and hard, as he thrust deep, making her gag on him.
“I want to hear you choke on it,” he told her when she tried to hide her reaction. “Gag on my cock, little girl.”
Georgia moaned, feeling her pussy pulse to life again as he fucked her mouth. How could she still want more? Her cunt was so swollen and hot. Almost numb from all the pleasure she’d endured. But the way he grabbed her hair and shoved himself past her teeth, deep into the recesses of her throat, set her whole body on fire.
“Take it!” He commanded, hips pumping, fucking her mouth so hard and fast she could barely breathe and didn’t care. “Choke on that cock!”
Yes, Daddy. Yes, Daddy. Yes, Daddy.
She couldn’t say the words, but she thought them, saliva dripping in ropes from her mouth—he was fucking her throat too fast for her to even swallow it—her eyes watering with tears. He groaned, burying himself deep in her throat, cutting off her air entirely for a moment and she panicked, gagging, trying to turn her head, but he had her hair clenched in both fists, holding her fast. Then he withdrew, rubbing the head of his cock over her lips and cheeks. Georgia gasped, seeing the remnants of her lipstick all over the shaft and head.
“You want Daddy to fuck you hard, don’t you, goth girl?” He gently slapped her cheeks with his cock and her pussy clenched at his words.
“Yes, Daddy,” she confessed.
More than anything, Daddy.
“Then that shall be your reward for following my instructions. For coming here and being mine.” He marked her face, a cross on her cheeks, her forehead, with the dark lipstick left over on the head of his cock. “I claim you, Georgia. Now and forever. You belong to me.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She trembled, her lip quivering. Tears stung her eyes, but they weren’t tears of sadness. They were tears of joy, relief. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
“Yes,” he repeated the word, his hand moving briefly, tenderly, through her hair. “Come when I tell you, Georgia. Come for Daddy. Yes?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He disappeared behind her. She felt the heat of his body, not touching her yet. She quivered, wanting him. She’d always wanted him, wanted this. Every moment she’d spent following his orders, acquiescing to his demands, aching to please him, wanting his love and approval, culminated here, in this moment.
She cried out when he removed the butt plug. She’d almost forgotten about it. Now she was completely empty, waiting to be filled. Now, Daddy was going to fuck her. Finally, he was going to fill her and complete her.
They both cried out when he entered her. She couldn’t help it. It felt as if something monstrous had invaded her soul, something dark and thick and pulsing. Something alive and ravenous. She welcomed it, filled with pleasure beyond any she’d ever known. The thousands of little orgasms he’d forced from her with the wand was nothing compared to this. He filled her, fitting his body to hers, and then he fucked her.
Boys had fucked her before. She’d fucked herself with toys. But she’d never been fucked like this. He wasn’t rough or hard on her. After the abuse she’d taken with the wand, after the spanking and the butt plug, she was tired, her muscled ached, and he seemed to know this. He rode her like a skilled man rides a just-broken horse. His cock throbbed, driving up into her, his hands gripping her hips for leverage when he came at her hard, then moving slowly over the still-stinging globes of her behind when he slowed, rolling and grinding instead of thrusting. She didn’t know what would come next, couldn’t see him or gauge his reactions, and she thought this was intentional.
He was in control. He knew her better than she knew herself. She moaned and cried out, she whispered her mantra, “Yes, Daddy,” over and over. She remembered the way her mother had looked at the man after it was over, like she worshipped the ground he walked on, and she understood it now. Her mother had felt this, had known this secret, but she hadn’t been strong enough to withstand his desire, to stand in the fire of his lust and not be consumed by it.
But Georgia could.
She let him fuck her into oblivion, her pussy clenching, gripping him, begging for more, more, more. Her body responded, even as her mind took flight. He was right. She belonged to him. She would belong to him from now until the end of time. He was no man—he was a dark god. Every movement claimed her, made her more and more his and his alone.
“Oh Daddy!” she cried as the driving thrust of his cock pushed right up to the edge. “Yes! Yes! Daddy, yes!”
“Come for me, Daughter!” he commanded, thrusting deep, grinding hard, and she did as she was told, a fierce cry escaping her throat as she came around the pulse of his cock. She came so hard, harder than she’d ever orgasmed in her entire life, body convulsing in the restraints, giving in completely, with wild abandon, to the pleasure he allowed her to take.
She moaned when she felt with withdraw, wanting to keep him in her forever.
Then he was coming too, raining white hot cum down over her ass, covering the forbidden tattoo she’d kept secret with his seed. She heard him cry out, felt the heat of his cum sliding down the crack of her ass, and heard his fierce words, claiming her once and for all.
“Now, I’m your dark lord.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, a smile lingering on her lips. “Yes.”
The End
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