Hannibal and Duncan's Sociopath

Honey I'm home

This one has the most words (sorry for the wait I had to fix and change some things. Oh and there is some sexy time)

Mari P.O.V

I look him dead in the eyes and with all the brat energy I'd been holding in for the past three days I say "No."

As soon as I say that word Duncan gives me a pointed look "Did you just say 'no' to me Little girl? How dare you say 'no' to me."

I love him when he gets like this. His eyes are hooded and he is looking at me as if I am his next meal. And a meal I will be.

"I'll say it again if you didn't hear me the first time old man. The look in his eyes now is hot and dangerous. I love it.

I straddle him and push him onto his back and rack my nails down his chest leaving red marks. I smirked down at him as I settle myself on his very hard cock. He grabs my hips and rocks them into his.

I place my hands on his chest and grind down on him.

It's a slow ride but it's our foreplay. It's our song and dance and it has never failed the good thing about it is that changes it to fit my mood. I love him so much.

I bring my hips down on him hard. "Are you sure you can get it up, old man?" I moan. There is no questioning how hard he is for me. But I just love messing with him.

He stares at me intensely his eye nearly black. I know that look well he's gonna fuck the shit out of me.

I rub my hands over his chest and shove him into the bed before I take off running before he can grab me.

He's hot on my tail and I swear at this moment I know what it feels like to be the prey in a game of chase.

He moves like a lion chasing a gazelle. We play this game often when the boys are sleeping. It's a way for him to not lose his skills while getting used to being a father.

Right before I can get off the bed all the way. His arms wrap around my waist and he flings and slams me against the floor. That's gonna leave a bruise.

"Shh," the boys are sleeping upstairs," I whisper/ moaned. "That hurt asshole"

The look in his eyes could freezer hell over, but it dampens my panties so much that I can't stop squirming in my skin.

He forces my arms above my head and his knee between my legs. I almost melt on the spot as I settle myself on his thigh.

I lay my head against the floor and roll my hips. Pleasure rolls up my spine as I try to look him in the eyes and size him.

He switches to one hand and strokes my cheek with his right hand as he reaches my neck he wraps his hand around my throat and forces my head closer to him until his lips touch my ear. His lips slide down the side of my face until he reaches my neck

"Little girls that say 'no' to Daddy, and insult his cock doesn't get fucked" he says as his lips and teeth meet my neck

I moan loudly so he puts his thumb in my mouth. He pulls away from my neck and looks around trying to hear if the boys are awake.

There is no movement so he carries on and brings us back to the position we were previously in.

He brings his knee higher, forcing me harder into the floor and further up his muscular thighs. Now he's the one in control.

The moan that leaves my lips is cut off by his lip which forces the air out of my lungs. He continues where I left off.  He grinds against me and I almost cum from that motion alone.

It's not my proudest moment but I've been pent up after he left for those 3 days. He knows me well and I bet he saw it in the way I spoke and ranted about what happened while he was gone