Hurt Me Daddy – Part 2
The following morning, when I woke up, Daddy was already up. I dressed up for school, and soon as I opened my door I could already smell the bacon he was making for breakfast. I went down the stairs with a silly smile on my face, but my heart was pounding hard inside my chest. We had decided to remember, to go on with it. Now I wasn’t only his daughter anymore, I was something else entirely.
Yesterday, while I laid on the floor still catching my breath and moaning, he leaned forward, and got my girly full cheeks in his hands. He kissed me tenderly on the lips. I melted. Then, he took me in his arms like I was weightless, and he brought me upstairs. He put me sideways over his bed, so I wouldn’t have to sit. He knew he had hurt me.
He prepared a bath, and came back to pick me up again, and took me to the bathtub. He lowered me into the warm water slowly, and I winced loudly when the water touched my violated behind. None of us said a single word, while he started to wash me. We were both silent, until he grazed the sponge he was using on my sensitive pussy, and I moaned softly, and arched my back a little.
“Shh…” He shushed me, putting a finger on my lips. “I have a challenge for you.”
I just coily looked him in his green eyes, puzzled.
“Do you touch yourself?” he asked.
I instantly thought, “Oh boy, he’ll ask me to touch myself in front of him.”
“I do, sometimes,” I said.
“So, I want you not to. I want you to keep all that you’re feeling right now until the moment I can make you cum with me inside of you.”
Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. My insides contracted just by the thought of it.
“B-But Daddy… It aches, my pussy…” I said in a breathy, pleading way. “Please… Don’t make me wait, please!”
“If you beg me again, I’ll do it. Look,” and he pointed to his cock, throbbing and fully erect again. It was the first time I saw it. It was gloriously big. No wonder it hurt so much. Kevin’s, the boy I “was with,” was a joke in comparison. “But if you want to make me happy, you have to do everything I ask you to, always. This is how I want to play this game. Are you up for it?”
I sighed loudly in frustration. I knew I’d do it the way he wanted already. I never thought I was so passive, so submissive, but it just felt like a second nature that I didn’t know I had.
“Yes, Daddy. I’ll keep aching for you for as long as you want.”
He smiled, satisfied. “I’ll wash you up, we’re going to have a snack, then you’re going to your room. You have classes tomorrow. I’ll call Frederick on his personal phone, and I’ll ask him to set an appointment for you. As it is for me, it’s going to be fast. Don’t worry.”
Then, he leaned forward and kissed me again. Daddy slipped his tongue inside my mouth, and it got steamy fast, with our bodies moving according to the rawness of our kiss, until he broke it. I sighed loudly yet again.
“Let’s stop this, or we won’t be able to keep our challenge,” and he resumed washing me up, like I am his baby girl again. “Soon as we are good to go, you’ll move to the big room with me.”
“Whoa,” I thought. Is this for real? Then, I thought about it, and I enjoyed the idea of sleeping with him everyday, even though it meant doing whatever he wanted uninterruptedly. But, then, the only thing I even hid from dad was the sex part of my life, and he was taking care of that now too. Soon, the thought felt comforting somehow. I was his now, I didn’t have to worry. He’d take care of me.
When he took me out of the bathtub, I wrapped my hair in a towel, while he used another one to dry me. He methodically dried every part of me, starting from my shoulders, then my back, my breasts – which the touch made me moan, and he chuckled. Soon, he was down to my belly, and he crouched in front of me to dry my legs. Then, he stopped, and I could see him admiring my pussy. I knew it looked delicate, with the small red lips of my entrance hidden within the puffy molds of skin around it. I didn’t have much pubic hair, and it followed a line down as if it made a trail to my sex, so I never shaved it.
Daddy made a mention to reach forward, and dry me there too, but I stopped him. “No, Daddy. No, please. I’ll cum. Swear to God, if you touch me there, I’ll cum.” I said honestly, with an anxious voice, asking him to stop, but inviting him at the same time.
He grinned, and gave me the towel.
I sighed, “Thank you.”
We went downstairs, had a quick snack, and he asked me to talk only about trivial things. So, I talked about school, about my rhythmic gymnastics training, while he talked about the work at the Marketing company – where he was Arts Director of both the publishing and advertising sectors. He was telling me about a new guy they hired that couldn’t get his job done, and he was telling me about how voracious, and how determined he was, when he first started working there one month before I was born. He had been working at this same company for the last sixteen years. They never let him go, just kept promoting him. Now he was some sort of boss there, which was good for us, even though he had to work a lot.
After we finished our snack, he kissed me again on the lips, and he sent me to bed. It was awkward, all of it, but at the same time I felt excited.
I had a dream that started weird. I was watching from the door, as he had sex with my mom. She was chained to the bed, had leather straps holding her wrists together, and tied to the headboard of the bed. He was between her legs, fucking her roughly, making the whole bed rock back and forth, and she was screaming loudly. I could hear pain in her voice, like it was hurting, but at the same time I could sense the urgency on her groans… She was feeling pleasure. Lots of it. Then, I felt myself fall, and when I realized, I couldn’t see anymore. I felt my hands tied above my head, and I could feel him on top of me, ramming everything he had inside of me. I felt myself stretch inside, my whole body shuddered, and his chest grazed harshly against my sensitive nipples. He started pushing even harder, thrusting viciously into me, my virgin entrance being torn open by him, and I screamed…
When I woke up, in the middle of the night, I didn’t know if I had screamed for real or not, but I could feel myself sweaty, and absolutely wet again. I reached down, inside the thin pyjama shorts I used to sleep in, and I could feel my juices flowing from my pussy and down my inner thighs. Touching myself there was a big mistake. My body came alive instantly, and I let a moan out. I had to hold on to all the willpower I had to let go, to turn over, bite my pillow, and try to sleep again, which happened more than one hour after that.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” he said even before I showed up in the kitchen.
“Good morning, Daddy,” I said, and I went straight to him.
He turned to me, and I hugged me. When he noticed I was standing on the tip of my toes to kiss his lips, he held me back.
“Are you sure you want to remember last night?” He asked, seriously. His way of asking, “Are you sure you want to go on with this?”
Without thinking twice, I replied a very secure, if not avid “Yes.”
He held me tight against him, leaned forward, and kissed me hard. My whole body reacted to the kiss, and I felt my insides churning again. I remembered the dream, and I wanted him to take me right there, right now.
But, obviously, to my frustration, it didn’t happen. He said we had eggs and bacon for breakfast. I poured ourselves coffee, and we sat to eat. He was already dressed to work, in his black blazer that made him look so good.
“Frederick is going to see you at 4, so you can go straight from school,” he said casually.
“Ok. Good.” I replied, and then I got suddenly nervous. “What do I say?”
“You tell him that you want to start taking the pill, and that your dad knows. Ask him to call me if he wants.”
“Oh… Ok.”
“There’s no need to be worried. We talked about this, me and him. I knew it would have to happen someday, and I didn’t want you to change gynecologists just because he is my friend. He’s been taking care of you for years…”
“I know… But if he sees something… I mean, I still have the marks from yesterday’s spanking…”
“Don’t worry. If it comes to that, I’ll deal with it.”
When I got to school, I felt different somehow. It was like everybody was looking at me, I mean, more than usual. Or I was acting different, walking different, or it was the smile on my face. I wasn’t acting like somebody who had a huge secret because I knew nobody would ever know, as I was in it with the person I trusted the most in the entire world, so there was no reason for me to be paranoid.
Then, I saw Kevin coming my way before I could get to my class, and I got nervous. I had to end things up with him right there, right now. He stopped in front of me, one hand reaching out to the wall, his arm blocking my way.
“Hello, gorgeous! So, did you talk to your dad? I can’t wait to see you tonight…” And he reached for my bum, his hand grazing at the exact same spot my dad had hit me yesterday. I winced, and stepped back. “Whoa! What happened?” He asked, surprised.
“Kevin, I can’t hang out with you anymore,” I said looking at my hands, holding two books against my chest.
“W-What? No way!” He said angrily. “Is it your dad? Is he threatening you? Did he beat you?”
“No, Kevin! Nothing like that!” I lied.
“Oh, yeah? Why did you wince when I touched you?” He blurted angrily.
Since we started seeing each other, I never refrained from his touch, no matter where. This was a first, so obviously he would think that that was something wrong… Nothing was wrong, I thought. If I liked my dad fucking me, hurting me, that was my problem. Maybe there was something wrong with me, maybe I could get hurt in the future, but right now I felt so realized, so happy, that none of this mattered.
“Since the moment I considered us not to be a thing anymore. I’m sorry,” and I tried to walk away, but he grabbed me by the arm.
“You are not ending things up with me! I won’t allow it!”
My eyes grew wide. I had never noticed how aggressive he could be, how he thought he had a right to do whatever he wanted to me… And when I thought back, it was exactly that. After a long time trying to get me to go to bed with him, he convinced me to use all the other alternatives that didn’t end up with me losing my “virginity”. Even so, I had to stop him innumerous times in which he tried to force himself into my pussy without my consent… And I didn’t make a big deal about it. I just felt sad for him. I was the bad girlfriend which he couldn’t have sex with because I had “strict family issues”, so I never got mad about it. Maybe I was very submissive after all.
But now I was with Daddy, I was his, and there was no room for Kevin in our relationship.
“Let go of my arm right now, or I’m going to scream.”
“I dare you,” he said, not very convincingly.
I pulled my arm, and when he didn’t let me go, I inhaled deeply, getting ready to scream my lungs out… And he let me go.
“I’m sorry, Kevin. I hope we can still be…”
“Fuck you!” He interrupted me and stormed away.
The rest of the day in school was weird, but I didn’t care. I had plans and expectations for the night to come.
…
When I got home that afternoon, around 3pm, I had three hours before Daddy got home from work. I took a very long, meticulous shower, and when it was time to choose what to wear I had a lot of thought about it. I was already freaking nervous, and trying to make it a big occasion would only make things worse. I just realized that there was nothing I could do about it. I wouldn’t use one of my expensive dresses to stay at home, as it would just feel silly. Moreover, everything I had to wear he had seen already, in fact, he had bought it for me. So, I ended up going for cute/sexy/easy access. I put on a large dark grey shirt that he had given me, with the “Rolling Stones” red logo on the front. It covered me up to two inches down my pelvis. I looked at myself on my body mirror, and I could see it was a good fit. My long and wavy brown hair falling softly over my shoulders and back, and my breasts marking the shirt. As I had no bra on, my nipples were noticeable. I was aroused already… Jesus. I slipped on my white lace panties, and I went downstairs to the kitchen.
I decided to cook something nice for us. Stroganoff it would be. I put on some music, something that he liked and that would get me in the right mood: Guns n Roses. Then, I started cooking, dancing in the kitchen.
As the music was loud, I didn’t hear him pull over, or get inside the house. I was, yet again, washing dishes, when he grabbed me from behind, and I screamed.
He instantly grabbed me, wrapping his arms right under my breasts, and kissing my neck twice.
“Hi, Daddy. You scared me,” I said with a giggle.
“I noticed,” he said maliciously. “What are you doing?”
“I cooked us dinner. Now I’m cleaning the mess,” I said while closing the faucet, after I felt him pressing me against the sink. I gasped.
“Did you go to your appointment?”
“Yes… I’m officially on the pill.”
“Good…” he said, and I felt his hands running down my waist, then my hips, and up under the hem of my shirt.
I gasped again. “H-Here?”
“It’s where it all began…” Using both hands, he unceremoniously pulled down my panties to the middle of my thighs. “The right thing to do would be to give it some days to be sure the pill would work… But I can’t wait any longer.”
One of his hands slithered up under my shirt, cupping and mauling my right breast, while his other hand moved behind my butt. I heard him unzip his pants. I gasped.
My heart started pounding inside my chest, and I felt butterflies in my stomach. I also felt myself clenching from there, getting wet. It wasn’t how I imagined, having my virginity taken by him standing like this on the kitchen floor. But again, I was already trying not to make a big deal out of this… and just like him, I wanted it so bad…
“Are you ready for me, baby girl?” He asked panting, his hot breath on my neck, and I felt him rubbing his big thing up and down my pussy lips.
“Yes, Daddy…” I purred.
So, he pushed it against my virgin entrance for the first time. I winced, and gasped, clenching my teeth. I instinctively lift my heart-shaped butt for him, trying to make it easier somehow. He pushes again, and I feel something like a pinch down there, a hurtful one.
“Uunngh…” I groan, then I stop, shutting my mouth. I try to take it without sounding like it is hurting, sillily thinking that if he heard a moan of protest, he’d stop.
I feel him adjusting his position behind me, bending his knees. So I stand tiptoed, leaning towards the sink. He gives me an appreciative moan and he goes for it again, grunting. He pulls it back, rubs it a little more on my moist labia, and goes back to it. This time I feel some of it slipping in. I feel a stinging pain, as if something had ripped down there.
“Uunnnnnghh….” I groan again, leaning my head forward.
“You don’t have to hold it in, sweetheart. Tell me how it feels. Moan for me, scream for me, you are free to feel whatever you are feeling. Unless you ask me to stop, I’m not stopping.”
He says, and he thrusts forward voraciously. With this single movement, I feel it forcing its way inside me for real. I feel myself stretching down there, and the sensation of being filled. At the same time I have all that bottle up arousal being satiated, it hurts. It hurts bad.
“GAAAAAH!” I groan, openly. “I-It hurts, Daddy. It hurts!”
“Do you need time… Or will you be a good girl and let Daddy fuck your tight tiny pussy like he wants to? Can you be Daddy’s little whore?” He asks, stopping for the first time, brushing the hair on the right side of my face and tucking it behind my ear, then grabbing my hair in a ponytail, yanking my head back lightly.
He had just told me there were two options: giving me time to adjust, so it would hurt less, or the way he wanted… Which was just using me, abusing me, fucking me hard on my first time already. I paid attention to the pain, to how violated I felt, to how dominated he made me feel. He asked me to be his whore. If he wanted to hurt me, I realized I wanted him to hurt me as well. It has been like that since the beginning.
So, I decided not to feel scared of the pain, or the shame, and embrace it. I would let everything out. Deep down, I wanted him to use me. I felt like I deserved it. He deserved it.
“F-Fuck me Daddy. Fuck my pussy. I’m yours to do whatever you want…” It all came out almost as a whisper, and after I said it, something clicked inside of me. I felt a vivid arousing sensation washing all over my body. There were no more boundaries, no more shame. If that’s how it felt to be his “little whore”, that’s what I was.
“Good girl, Letty.” With a grunt, he pushed his cock deeper into me, and it made a sloshy noise.
“HHUUUNGH! D-Daddy!” I groaned, feeling his big thing burying inside of me, and he quickly started to move with sharp and strong thrusts. My pussy, its labia, it burned, at the same time I felt him getting deeper, making passage where nothing had ever been before. “Huungh! Guuh! A-Aa-Aaah!”
One hand pinning my head back, the other clawed on my hip, he started fucking me viciously. Every time it was in, I felt so full… And I loved it. With every in, he made my tummy bang against the sink, and I had the feeling of my pussy stretching for him, and I groaned. With every out, there was this second of anticipation for the next one. Soon, he was deep enough inside of me so I could feel how long he was again. It all slid in and out of me easily now, but painfully.
After a while I realized I was crying, but I didn’t care. Neither did he.
“What-a good-little whore-you-are, sweetheart. How-tight, Jesus C-Christ.” He said, his voice following his pace while he fucked me non-stop.
“J-Jesus has n-nothing to do with i-it. Ungh! U-Uungh! AAugh!” I repeated his words to him, to which he laughed.
He bent forward, his mouth close to my ear, “Always with the mouth…” and he bit me there.
“Augh!” It didn’t hurt much, but it sent another wave of arousal through my whole body. Then I felt his hand letting go of my hair, that once again fell long over my back, and I felt his hand up and under my shirt, until he grabbed hold of my right breast. He closed his hand around it fiercely, mauling it, then squeezing tight from its base to the tip, pinching my nipple and pulling at it. “AAAAUGH! AHHHH!”
I felt my legs start shaking, and my insides clenched him even tighter, to which he groaned. The pain was still there, but it started to give way to my arousal, which was reaching its limit. Because I was getting tighter, he started pummeling in even more roughly, with more paced and violent thrusts. My groans got more anxious, more desperate… And that’s when I felt him hitting my deepest part.
The head of his cock banged against the entrance to my womb. I felt as if I was having a terrible cramp, out of the blue. It was almost unbearable.
“AAAAUGH!!! D-Daddy, too deep! T-Too deep!” I groaned and cried.
“O-Oh fuck! You are so tight! So small!” He said in a vicious, entranced tone, ignoring what I said completely. The head of his dick banging against my cervix again, and again.
“AAAAUGH! AAAAAAUGH! AAAOAAAAH! D-DADDY! DADDY PLEASE!” I cried and screamed desperately, clawing my fingers hard on the sink’s edge. The pain was louder than the arousal yet again.
He fucked me, roughly, going as deep as he could in every single thrust. I was losing it. The only thing I could think of was how much it hurt every time he was all in. But I couldn’t stop him, I couldn’t let go, I was stuck in that moment and I couldn’t escape. Then, I felt my whole body start to convulse and shake. My eyes rolled up in its sockets. An orgasm struck me out of the blue.
“GUAAAAAAAH! A-AAAAAAAGH!! G-GAAAA-AHHHHH!” I couldn’t say what was happening anymore. I just felt that feeling wash over my whole body starting from within. I felt that warm sensation blow up inside me and leak down my thighs.
“OH FUCK! FUCK!” I heard Daddy groan, and I felt him pulsating, realising everything he had deep inside of me, still humping me like there was no tomorrow.
I only came back to reality when I felt him taking his cock out of me. I was curled forward, bending over the sink, shaking all over. Even my fingers hurt, from how much I had tightened them on the edge of the sink. I couldn’t move, just breath and groan, my legs barely able to keep me in place. My hair covered the sides of my face like a veil. I felt broken, as if my body didn’t belong to me anymore.
“Letty?” I felt his hand touching my shoulder, but I cowered. “Letty, sweetheart, are you ok?”
But, again, I couldn’t say anything. It was too much. There was too much inside my head. I couldn’t decide what to deal with first, the burning sensation in my pussy, the crushing pain in the deepest part of me, that crazy orgasm that made me numb somehow, or how violated I felt. I said please, and he didn’t listen. He wasn’t saying just for saying it, I was his fuck toy, it was for real. How would I deal with that?
“Letty, baby, it’s ok! Everything is ok! I’m sorry I pushed too hard.” He said trying to hug me, which I tried to avoid at first, but then I let him. “Let me take care of you, come on.”
When he wrapped me in his arms, when I just tried to stand up, I fell. He grabbed me, quickly. Then, he turned me to him, “Oh, sweetheart…” he said when he saw my face. I covered it with my hands, and I leaned towards his chest, crying. He just rocked me, caressing my hair and my shoulder, while I let it all out.
He took me in his arms and brought me upstairs, to his bed. I stopped crying a little after, but apart from him asking me if I was fine, which I was able to nod to after a while, we didn’t talk. We slept there, with him hugging me from behind.
In the morning, I woke up with him caressing my face. He seemed really worried.
“Letty, I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry.”
“I-Its ok, Daddy. I’m sorry too.”
“You have no reason to be sorry. I think this was all a big mistake.”
My eyes got wide, and I felt a whole on my chest. He was giving up on me. “It wasn’t. I’m sorry I couldn’t handle it.”
“Baby girl, it was my fault…”
“No, it was mine. Daddy, I knew what I was doing. It was just a little too much.”
He looked at me, thinking.
“Letty, I think it is better if we stop this before we destroy our relationship.”
I swallowed. I thought quickly, trying to decide what I wanted. Even though my body was still hurting, and even though I was still a little scared, it didn’t matter. I wanted him, I wanted “this”. I wanted to be his. Even though that meant going through this again, and again, for an unforeseeable future.
“I want it Daddy. Don’t you see that I’m still here?”
