His Darkest Secret

Entranced

The next few cracks of the flogger upon my skin left me red, swollen, and in desperate need of his soft lips. He was in a trance of his own as he commanded my body with the pain of his whip and the comfort of his tongue. After the last lashing he stroked my hair and cheek with his rough fingers and brought his lips down carefully on my forehead. "Your daddy's good girl, aren't you?" "Yes, daddy." I answered. His hands returned to the insides of my thighs, further spreading them. "You're in a bind here, babygirl. Daddy likes seeing your little pink pussy on display like this. All for me." I nodded my head, painfully hiding the need growing in my stomach for his long fingers. As if he could read my mind I felt his right hand wander. His thumb gently rested on my swollen clit while his fingers stroked the skin above it. He swirled his thumb in clockwise circles, as moans rippled out of my mouth. My legs begged to bend and my hips to thrust but I was bound tightly by his cuffs, holding me helpless to the mattress. "Shhh baby," he whispered. "This is nothing." My eyes closed hard under the blindfold, my head spinning. His fingers wandered along my pussy, tracing my lips and I could hear him snicker at the ease of entry he had to my body. His index finger found my entrance and traced a long motion up my dripping slit. I was his in this moment, for him to violate and pleasure as he saw fit. He delicately encircled my clit once more as another long finger penetrated my aching core. The sensation of being filled shook my body, I immediately contracted around his digit, gasping for breath. He pumped in and out of me painfully slowly, then added his ring finger inside me. "Daddy's gonna teach you something now, baby. Do exactly as daddy says." "Yes sir" I managed to whimper out. "What I'm gonna do is gonna feel good baby. You gotta trust daddy. I'm gonna push my two fingers deep inside you- like this," my head spinned. He was up to the knuckles inside my body, my walls clenched tightly around his thick fingers. "You like that?" "Mmmhmmm," was all I could make out in reply. "That's your g-spot baby. Now daddy's gonna rub it. I'm gonna rub it hard and fast. Like I'm asking you to come here." He used his free hand to make the motion on my bare stomach, showing me his intentions. "Now as I'm rubbing it, I'm gonna apply more and more pressure to your g-spot. As that pressure builds, you're gonna feel it in your tummy. You're gonna wanna push. You're gonna wanna scream. You're gonna wanna let it all go." I was nervous as he described this act, worried about what I would do if these promises of his came true. "And I want you to. When it gets too much I want you to tell me. When you feel that pressure all built up, like it's gonna shoot out of you, you tell me. You just say 'now' and daddy's gonna pull his two fingers out of you quickly." The idea of being empty made me whimper. "But daddy-" I started but was stopped immediately. "And when I pull my fingers out baby, you're gonna squirt for me." Squirt. I had heard of girls doing that before. But porn stars, women who had these crazy skills, not ordinary girls like me. What if I disappointed him. "It's gonna come gushing out of your sweet little hole and soak daddy. If you do a good job, daddy will clean you up. Are you ready?" I nodded, though I wasn't, really. I was terrified. How did this man know so many tricks? And how long had he wanted to use them on me... his two fingers entered me again, pushing joint by joint until he had reached the knuckle again. I was holding my breath. "Breathe baby," he said softly. I relaxed and my body went limp beneath his hands. I felt his fingers curl up inside me, perfectly angled putting an intense amount of pressure on my g spot. I sucked in a breath. "That's my girl," he purred. He began stroking me. Rubbing me with an intensity that grew stronger with each stroke. I thought I was gonna explode. "Just like that daddy. More. More. Please" I was nearly screaming. Incoherent words falling out of my lips. The pressure inside me was nearly unbearable, my hips met his with deep thrusts, forcing his fingers deeper, "please daddy. Please." "Say the word baby girl." I couldn't hold it any longer, "now daddy, please now!" With that, he pulled his fingers out of my convulsing pussy and with them came a gush of liquid. It was like having an orgasm, but stronger. His fingers re-entered my sensitive hole as he fingered me again and again, forcing more of this fascinating new liquid out of my shaking body. The sheet was a soaking mess, his hands drenched, still torturing my body with his fingers, draining me. "Please no more daddy, please." I was gasping for breath, my hands pulling desperately against the restraints. Then I felt his lips on mine. Wet, salty, me.. I had squirted all over his face. His cheeks were damp, his mouth coated in my arousal. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth as his hands lifted off my blindfold. I looked into the eyes of my once sweet, innocent boyfriend. Now a sex God, worshipping my body. His smile relaxed me, as he kissed me again, softly. "Now, that's my good girl. You did amazing baby. You took daddy's fingers so good. But you made a mess baby. Now we have to clean it up."