Weakness of a Gang Leader

Luke

Later that night, Lilianna was falling asleep in my arms as I sang her to sleep. Her cheek was pressed against my chest, with her tiny hand on my collarbone. When I knew she was passed out and not going to wake up at even the slightest movement, I stood and made my way over to her crib. It was small, a cheap one that Cleo and I had picked up at a thrift store, but it was in great shape still, so far.

I laid her down in it and stood over for a moment with what I assumed to be the cheesiest grin ever. Could she be anymore perfect? No. She couldn't. I knew then, no matter the mistakes she made growing up, she would always be perfect in my eyes. She would always be my princess. Nothing she did could ever make me turn my back on my little girl. Not ever.

I reached down to stroke her soft, rosy cheek. She didn't even stir, and I smiled. "Goodnight, my sweet little girl. I love you so much. More than you'll ever know." With those last words to her, I turned and left. When she was three months old, Cleo and I fixed up my mom's old room, so we could stay in there, while we made my room into a nursery for Lilianna. It gave me some separation anxiety, being away from my daughter at night, but deep down I knew she also had to learn how to self soothe.

I made my way to the room that was no longer just mine, but mine and Cleo's. She was already in bed waiting for me, wearing nothing but my favorite black lace panties and bra. Her hand was down her panties, and I knew she was touching herself. Touching herself, despite knowing the rule against touching herself without me present.

She was completely unaware of my presence. Laying on her back, arched and with her head thrown back in pleasure. While her one hand was between her legs, her other covered her mouth to keep herself from moaning. Of course, she wouldn't want to moan, for risk of being heard by me and having her dirty little secret of breaking a rule being found out.

It was her only rule, and purely for my enjoyment. And, I knew it was one she would break. I leaned against the door frame to watch her for a minute. Fuck, the way her breasts protruded outward as she arched her back, I wanted to rip off that slutty bra she was wearing and ravage her breasts like a hungry animal. Her slender legs shook in anticipation for an orgasm. An orgasm I would not allow to happen tonight.

"Enjoying yourself, you slutty little girl?"

She froze. At first, she didn't even look up. I smirked as I imagined what was going through that pretty little head of hers. She was caught, and she knew that she was in trouble.

"I'm sorry." She said immediately after she was able to find her voice again.

I walked slowly to the side of the bed and stroked her soft, delicate curves before climbing on top of her and kissed her teasingly. "What are you sorry for?" I asked quietly. I wanted to build the anticipation inside her for what her punishment would be. Yes, I'm a complete asshole.

"Touching myself. I'm sorry for touching myself." She repeated, trying to please me and get back in good terms. Oh, baby.

"You are sorry for touching yourself...what?" I grunted and tugged her hair. It was only a small part of what I planned to do to her for breaking the rule.

She whimpered, but it quickly turned into a light moan. "I'm sorry for touching myself, daddy." She mewled helplessly.

I simply chuckled, only it was an evil sound. Running my hand down her body again, I ripped off her bra and panties and started touching her everywhere except all the places I knew she needed and wanted it. "You're such a bad little girl. A fucking disobedient bitch." I growled in her ear, feeling her shiver under me when I called her a bitch. "I hope you were able to come, because you won't be coming anymore tonight."

Her eyes shot wide in panic. "But, I-."

I glared at her and smacked her ass hard. "Stop talking, fucking brat. Just shut the fuck up. Brats don't get to come. Brats get to pleasure their man." I scolded harshly as I sat up and unbuckled my belt then unzipped my pants. With a smirk I pulled my erecting cock out of my jeans and held it in front of her face. "Go on, bitch. Suck like the pathetic whore you are."

As soon as her lips wrapped around my head I let out a loud groan of pleasure. She was always so good at sucking my cock. No girl I'd ever slept with had given as good of oral as she did.

I ended up coming in her mouth, and told her to swallow. "Now, baby doll, you need to learn your lesson not to touch yourself when I am not here to watch you." I chided softly, pretending to be nice and soft. It made her whimper, so I kissed her temple gently. "It'll be okay, baby doll."

I reached for my pants, unlooping my belt from them, and folded the leather strap in half before snapping it loudly. Then I grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her front. "Now, you're going to take your punishment like a good slut, right?" I asked softly in her ear, running the belt over her smooth skin.

She whimpered again, but nodded. "Yes, sir." She promised.

Not waiting a second longer, I pulled her ass up and brought my belt down on her once. Then twice. I didn't keep track and eventually lost count. I would keep going until she was a mess of tears. It wasn't long before that happened, and then she used the color yellow, so I stopped.

I threw the belt, not caring where it landed, and helped her lay down comfortably. She wasn't hurt, that much I did know. She just used yellow as her sign that she wanted to move on from what I was doing, to something else.

I waited a moment, though, just to allow her to catch her breath. Once she had, I pulled her under me once again and pinned her arms above her head. "Did you really think I'd be down with you so soon, you little whore?"