Chapter 55 - FIFTY FIVE

Chapter 55: Chapter FIFTY FIVE

ANGEL

I stuck my tongue out and every time his cock came close enough, I licked the tip, tasting the precum that coated it. The combination of sensations—his cock between my breasts, the taste of him on my tongue—made me dizzy with need.

"You like that, baby girl? Like having Daddy’s cock between your tits?"

"Yes, Daddy," I moaned. "I love it. Love feeling you everywhere."

He thrust harder, faster, his breathing becoming ragged. I could feel his cock throbbing between my breasts, could feel it getting even harder somehow.

"Keep them pressed together," he growled. "Tight. I’m going to cum all over these pretty tits."

"Please Daddy," I begged, squeezing my breasts tighter around him. "Please cum on me. Mark me. I want it."

His thrusts became erratic and I knew he was close. I kept my breasts pressed tight around his cock, kept licking the tip every time it appeared, looking up at him with what I hoped was devotion.

"Fuck, Angel," he groaned, pulling back suddenly. "Don’t move."

He gripped his cock with one hand and stroked fast, aiming at my chest. His other hand tangled in my hair, keeping me in place.

"Beg for it," he demanded. "Beg Daddy to cum on your tits."

"Please Daddy," I whimpered, arching my back to push my breasts toward him. "Please cum on me. I need it. I need your cum all over my tits. Please mark me. Show everyone I’m yours."

"That’s it, baby girl. Such a good little cumslut for Daddy."

His cock pulsed and hot cum erupted from the tip, shooting across my breasts in thick ropes. He aimed carefully, covering my tits with his seed, painting them white. Some landed on my nipples, some in the valley between, some higher up near my collarbone.

He kept cumming, more than I expected, until my entire chest was covered in his cum. It was warm and thick and I could feel it starting to drip down my stomach.

When he finally stopped, breathing hard, he looked at me with dark satisfaction. "Don’t touch it yet. Let me look at you."

I stayed still, letting him admire his work. My breasts were completely covered, white cum dripping down my skin, and I’d never felt more owned in my life.

"Beautiful," he murmured. "Now spread it. Show Daddy how much you love his cum."

I released my breasts and brought my hands up, using my fingers to spread his cum all over my chest. I rubbed it into my skin like lotion, making sure every inch of my breasts was coated, paying special attention to my nipples, circling them, making them hard.

The feeling of his cum warm on my skin made something primal stir inside me. This was marking. This was ownership. This was proof that I belonged to him in ways Camilla and Maria never could.

Then I spread it down across my ribs, over my stomach, rubbing it into my skin everywhere I could reach. I wanted to be covered in him, wanted to smell like him, wanted everyone to know who I belonged to.

Some of his cum had splattered onto my thighs and I could feel it there, cooling on my skin. I looked down and saw drops of it on my inner thigh, so close to where I needed it most.

Without thinking, I scooped up the cum from my thigh with two fingers, gathering it carefully like it was something sacred. Then I brought my hand between my legs and pushed those fingers inside my pussy, gasping at the sensation.

"Fuck," Damien breathed, watching me intently.

I started moving my fingers in and out, spreading his cum inside me, coating my inner walls with it. The thought of having his cum inside me, even like this, made me moan. It felt right. Felt like where it belonged.

"You are such a cum slut," Damien said, his voice rough with renewed arousal. "Fucking yourself with my cum. Such a dirty little slut."

"Yes, Daddy," I moaned, working my fingers faster. "I’m fucking myself with your cum. I need it inside me."

I scooped up more cum from my stomach with my other hand and pushed those fingers inside too, stretching myself, filling myself with his seed. Three fingers now, working in and out, spreading his cum as deep as I could reach.

"Show me," he commanded. "Spread your legs. Let Daddy see that pretty pink pussy full of his cum."

I leaned back on the chair and spread my legs wide against the desk, using my other hand to spread my pussy lips apart so he could see everything. My pink folds glistened with his cum mixed with my own wetness, both dripping out of me.

"Please Daddy," I whimpered, still working my fingers inside myself. "Please look at me. Look at what you’ve done to me. I’m covered in you. I’m yours."

His cock was already starting to harden again. I could see it twitching with interest as he watched me finger myself with his cum, growing thicker, longer, ready for more.

"You want more?" he asked, stroking himself slowly, coaxing his cock back to full hardness.

"Yes," I moaned desperately, pulling my fingers out and bringing them to my mouth. I sucked them clean, tasting his cum mixed with my own arousal, moaning at the combination of flavors. "Yes, Daddy. Always. I always want more of you."

I licked my fingers thoroughly, making sure he saw my tongue swirl around each digit, cleaning every drop.

Then I licked my lips slowly, savouring the taste that lingered there. His cum. His ownership.

"Please," I begged, my voice hoarse with need. The word didn’t even feel like begging anymore. It felt like breathing. "I need more. I need your cock again."

"Take out your plug," Damien said suddenly, his voice dark with promise.

I froze for a moment, the plug had been inside me since the red room, a constant reminder of his ownership. Taking it out meant something. Meant he wanted that hole.

Just inserting the plug had hurt. A lot. Damien’s cock was a lot bigger than the toy.

So much thicker. And right now, he was fully erect again. The uncut head of his cock was thick, heavy, the veins dark and swollen under the stretched skin.

A dark bead of precum glistened from it like he couldn’t wait to be inside my ass.

I gulped nervously, even as arousal pooled hot and shameful between my legs. My own slick was mixing with the remnant of his cock in my pussy.

"I’m scared, what if I can’t take it?" I whispered, eying his throbbing and angry-looking cock, it looked like it was going to hurt.

I looked back at Damien, my confession made his eyes flare with something dark and predatory. Everything that said he liked my fear, fed on it, wanted more of it. My honesty was never safe with him. Every truth I gave him became a tool he’d use later — a button he knew how to press, a wound he knew how to reopen.

"You’ll take every inch of my cock." He said, the absolute certainty in his voice made my pussy clench tighter. "Because you want to please me with your tight ass more than you want to avoid the pain. Isn’t that right?"

I swallowed and nodded. "Yes, Daddy."

"Take it out now," he commanded, his voice rough with anticipation. "Spread that ass as you do it."

I adjusted my position and leaned over the desk, the wood was cool against the overheated skin of my stomach and breasts where his cum was drying up. I spread my legs apart, giving Damien a view of my hole which was clenched around the buttplug.

A harsh spank landed on my ass cheek without warning. The impact sent shockwaves through my flesh and I gasped, more from the sudden violence than the sting. Damien made a sound of approval behind me — primal and satisfied and hungry for more.

"That’s for hesitating," he said, his voice dark with lust. "When I give you an order, you obey immediately. No thinking. Just obedience. Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry." My voice broke on the apology.

"You’ll be sorrier if you don’t learn." Another spank, harder this time, the sound and my sharp cry echoing in the study.

"Now push it out. Your body knows what to do even if your mind is fighting it."

Closing my eyes, I tried to focus on relaxing the muscles that had clenched tight around the plug for so long. My hand reached behind me, my fingers finding the base. I gripped it and started to pull.

The stretch was immediate and intense. The plug had been inside me for so long that my body had adjusted to it, and now removing it felt like losing a part of myself. He’d made even the violation feel like belonging.

"Slowly," Damien commanded, his voice thick with desire. "I want to see it."