kat :: lrh (discontinued - read edited version!!)

three

The next morning, I awoke with a large smile on my face, memories from the night before came back flooding into my mind.

I stood up and walked out of my bedroom, Luke sat on the couch with his arm around Karen. I felt my heart sink although I knew this would happen. I felt like he was using me for sex only because Karen wouldn't do anything with him.

"Good morning." Luke smiles at me and Karen turns, a large frown on her face.

"You're always disrupting. We're trying to watch a movie. You always come in here and probably expect that you're wanted. You're not, little girl." Karen says, her snotty attitude getting worse.

"Sorry." I mumble, turning on my heel and walking back into my room.

Considering that he likes my raging bitch of a sister, he would never like me or even care about me, because I sure as hell know that Karen doesn't either.

I change my clothes, sitting at my mirror and applying my makeup lightly. I see no point in staying here if I'm unwanted, as usual.

I stand up and grab my backpack, wondering what my Saturday afternoon will consist of.

I walk out of my bedroom and into the living room, making little eye contact with Luke or Karen, and my parents who were now in the room.

"Where do you think you're going?" My father asks, shaking his head.

Luke eyes my outfit and bites his lip, shaking his head and smiling widely at me.

"I'm just going out. I might meet up with my friend Michael's house." I avoid looking at Luke over that, mainly because I don't want to feel guilty for seeing Michael, but also because he doesn't want me to, and I don't want to disobey daddy, because from what I know, he will defiantly punish me.

"Um, okay." My dad groans. "Be back by six."

"Fine." I grunt, walking to the front door and slamming it behind me.

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My phone vibrates, getting more and more irritating because it continued to do this. I just wanted to sit alone.

But it's been four hours.

I finally decide to look at it, seeing that I have received five messages from Luke.

Luke: baby girl I need you.

Luke: I'm at home now, come over

Luke: are you seriously with Michael?

Luke: you're in for punishment.

Luke: the longer you wait the more you get punished

Me: im on my way, daddy ;)

I set my phone down and hurry to my car, stepping on the pedal quickly. Somehow I'd always known where Luke lived, as well as he just somehow knew my phone number because I sure as hell know Karen didn't give it to him.

When I pull into the driveway I practically leap out and run to the door, swinging it open and walking in, Luke sitting on the couch with his elbows on his knees.

He looks up and stands, pulling me by my arm and pinning me against the wall. He kissed me roughly, full of lust and hunger.

"Shit, do you see this?" Luke asks, pointing to his crotch. I laugh and wrap my legs around his waist, but he immediately pushes me down. "Bend over the table." He grunts and I smile.

He pulls my jeans and panties down, hissing at the sight of me, and begins to speak.

"Why are you being punished?" He asks, rubbing his hand against my bare behind.

"Because I disobeyed daddy." I smirk to myself, biting my lip.

He removes his hand and slaps my ass, and hard. Somehow it was a mix of pain and pleasure, it felt weirdly nice.

"Count." He groans, slapping again.

"Two." I smile to myself, taking my finger between my teeth. Slap. "Three."

He removes his hand once more, this making a fourth. "Four." I moan, more pleasure than pain taking over.

"Was that a moan?" He growls at me, pulling me up you my arms. I nod and he shakes his head, crossing his arms. "That was pleasuring to you?!" He yells, my heart racing. God, he's so aggressive it literally was painful how wet he's getting me.

"Yes, daddy." I bite my lip, his fingers spreading my legs apart and slamming two into me roughly.

I scream out and struggle to remove my shirt, then my bra, leaving me completely naked as he fingered me on top of this table.

He removes his fingers and puts them in his mouth, groaning with satisfaction.

"More, daddy." I moan to myself, putting my fingers against my clit and rubbing it quickly.

He pushes his pants and boxers down, taking his shaft between his fingers and moving them in an up and down motion. He begins moving harder and deeper as I slowly inch my fingers into myself, his eyes on my fingers and my eyes on his.

"Shit, daddy." I moan, my fingers speeding up as his hand speeds up. I reach my orgasm soon, my legs shaking as I scream out for Luke.

I get on my knees in front of him and replace his hand with mine, putting my lips around his tip and swirling my tongue around him. He moans and thrusts forward, making me gag.

Both of the times that I've done this for him, he's made me gag. It might just be something I gave to get used to.

I'd like to get used to sucking his cock daily, sure.

He continues to thrust into my mouth, his head thrown back and his moans and whimpers fill the room.

"You're so good for me, Kat. God." He grumbles, his orgasm building and his juices filling my mouth. I stand and swallow it, my heart still racing.

"What now?" I ask, "Do you want me to leave?"

"What? You're not my sex toy but you're not my girlfriend. Stay if you'd like." He smiles at me.

Oh, how I wish I was his girlfriend.