His Girl

15 || What, Daddy?

The house was too silent after Cathie left. Gerard didn't visit or show up for the rest of the day, and when I called him, he didn't pick up. Cathie had sent him those pictures and videos of us touching each other. More like, videos of Cathie touching me. I liked it though. But her caption was nasty: letting other girls touch me since I don't have a man who can.

Gerard would be pissed. He must be since he wasn't picking up my calls or responding to any of my texts. I fucked up this time. I moved through the motions of today like a zombie. I couldn't remember what I did to pass time, but when my doorbell rang later in the evening, I was fully depressed. I looked up, my lips squeezed in a frown. The bell rang again, and I lazily got up from the rug.

I opened the door without checking who it was, and Gerard walked into the living room. He undid the single button of his jacket and sat down on my couch. Crossing his ankle over his knee, he swept his gaze over my frame.

"You are fucking women now, huh?" Gerard asked. I couldn't speak, so he curled his finger, motioning for me to get my slutty ass beside him. "Is that it, Hana? Is that?"

"No, it was just—"

Gerard interrupted me before I could finish talking. I had no idea why I let Cathie touch me like that, and worst of all, I couldn't say I detested it. It just wasn't something I wanted to try again after satisfying my curiosity.

I sank into the couch. Gerard edged closer to me, his fingers digging into my knees. I let out a tiny whimper. "I pushed all my meetings for today so I could be with you. You know what that means?"

"What, Daddy?"

"I'll fuck you until you bleed on my cock," he said. I gulped. His eyes held darkness I hadn't seen before. I tried to move, but he only cut deeper into my skin, leaving a trail of blood where his fingers connected. Eyes on mine, he sucked his bloody fingers, and my knees quivered. "I don't like to share, Hana."

"Daddy, it wasn't—"

"Not even with women." That wasn't in the agreement. Gerard stood, kicking my legs apart. My panties were thoroughly soaked from his threats, and when he placed one knee between my thighs, his hand tightening around my throat, I struggled to breathe. "I don't want you around Cathie anymore."

"What?"

"Yeah. She's a bad influence." My lips parted in a protest, but I couldn't form coherent words as he ripped my dress into clean halves. He tied one half around my neck, dragging it up my jaw to gag me. My breath hitched as his knuckles grazed my swollen clit. That fiasco with Cathie yesterday made me so sensitive and horny. "Who brought up the idea to eat each others' pussy? It couldn't have been you."

I tried to speak through the gag, but my words came out muffled. Gerard stabbed my soaking pussy with a fat finger, and my walls clenched desperately around it. I couldn't moan or speak. Spit dripped out the corners of my lips, soaking the fabric. My vision blurred as he jabbed that finger forcefully into me over and over again like some punishment. Because this was what it was.

The start of my punishment.

"Whose idea was it?" Gerard yanked the gag down, pushing his soaked fingers into my lips as I struggled to fill my lungs with air. I sucked down to his knuckles, moaning around them. I wanted to please him enough to lessen my punishment. He fisted my hair, forcing my head into one position. "Dirty, white trash, slut. How dare you share my pussy? Who gave you the permission?"

"I didn't eat her pussy." His eyes narrowed, and his brows nearly disappeared under the hairs scattered over his forehead. He pinched my cheeks so hard I was sure it would leave a bruise. "She only ate mine."

"You wanted to eat hers, didn't you? Slut."

"No." I shook my head fast. If I wasn't sick or screwed in the head, why did my pussy clench each time he slut shamed me. He rubbed his knee against my centre, and my lips fell open. "I didn't know she was going to do that. It was harmless fun, I swear to you."

"No. It's not harmless if it involves another tongue where mine should be." Tugging my hair back, Gerard spat into my mouth. I swallowed and parted my lips for him to see. He could do whatever he wanted with this trashy hoe. "You're not yours anymore, Hana. You're mine. Every bit of you. Understood?"

"Yes. Are you mine in that aspect too?"

"Always." His knee continued rubbing against my slick entrance. My mind blanked too many times as he took me to the edge of orgasm and dragged me back without letting me fall. He retracted his knee, and I chased after it, jerking my hips in that direction. I needed him in ways Cathie would never satisfy me. "But you need to learn who you belong to. You must be punished for this."

"Please. Daddy, please."

"No," he insisted. Tears brimmed my eyes. I was like an addict in recovery, tugging at his shirt and silently pleading for him to fuck me to a coma. I wanted to bleed on his cock. "You must understand that Joe and I are very different people in different businesses. He's retired, and I'm not. I enjoy going to work. I love it. Business is the bane of my existence."

"Not me?" I teased, my head tipping back so I could fully drink in the sight of him. His cock left an imprint against his thigh. I wanted that cock down my throat. "Daddy?"

"Not you, Hana. I love you, but I also need to work," he told me. I whimpered when he squeezed my boobs harshly. He lowered his head to bite my nipples to the point of drawing blood. I took it all like his little bitch, enjoying the pain as much as the pleasure. "You cannot compare the two of us. We do not have the same schedule. I want to fuck you any time of the day, but I also have a business to lead. Your lifestyle is funded from that business."

"I'm sorry."

"No, sorry doesn't cut it. I'll punish you." He choked me with one hand and the other dragged the waistband of my panties, sliding the crotch area into my pussy. The friction of fabric against my sore pussy was painfully sweet. I tried to move to ease the pressure, but he wasn't letting me have that. "I'll brand you."

"Daddy."

Gerard released me. And his words dawned on me. He was going to brand me. I shot out of the couch, but he was already out of the living room. On his return, he held a knife in his hand and a wicked glint in his eyes. I didn't think, I fled in the direction of my room. He chuckled behind me, taking casual, deliberate steps like he knew how this would play out.

The only thing I knew for certain was that this would end in his favour and plenty of my blood.

"Running will only make it worse," he called from behind me. But I couldn't bring myself to stop. I had to get away from him until he had calmed down.

Gerard was in my room before I could lock the door. I fought him off, but he easily overpowered me. Pushing me to the bed, he held my hands above my head and aimed the sharp, pointy end of the knife at my pussy.

I froze instantly.