Little Problems

Chapter 3

This one is quite short, sorry guys but I got embarrassed and stopped the scene before it got too far ahh.

But yeah, there's smut in this hee hee. Just a warning for sexual content and domination.

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The smell of bacon and pancakes lured Owen from his stupor. He was hungry, and not only for food. So, loosing his tie slightly, he meandered out of his favourite room in the house towards the large kitchen. Well, it wasn't his favourite, but Sang could have sworn it was with how much time he spent in there. Creeping into the kitchen on light feet that were silent under the sizzling of the bacon, Owen watched Sang from afar. Her lithe body was swaying to her quiet humming, her voice unable to reach high frequencies. Jiggling her body in what she called dancing, she turned the bacon over with some tongs, then flipped a chocolate chip pancake immediately after.

"Owen, my love, you look like a freak staring at me." She sung, not turning or stopping her jig.

Owen laughed to himself slightly, not surprised but always impressed that she knew he was standing there. Her spatial awareness was ridiculously good. "I can look at what's mine, can't I?"

Sang spun around suddenly and widened her eyes in his direction, not moving an inch of her body.

"Can I help you, little one?" He asked, humoured by her goofy behaviour.

Her tone took on a slightly child-like one at the endearment, "Just staring at what's mine."

He laughed a beat and wondered over to her, watching her continue dancing, but now considerably more like a child would. "Don't be cheeky, darling." He grabbed her hips tightly and nibbled on her neck a little. Letting a hand drift down to her perky bottom, he squeezed it in a large hand. She hissed slightly at the delicious burn. "I don't think you can afford another punishment." He'd had to spank her considerably over the weekend because she'd been feeling even ruder than usual. He knew spanking her would take the pain too far; neither of them liked it when she bled.

Dropping her head to the side, she hummed in pleasure at his little kisses, trying not to let them distract her from her cooking. Nothing will stop her from making and consuming these pancakes. If she was Daddy's baby, chocolate pancakes were hers. "Am I not allowed to look at what's mine, Daddy?"

He hummed lightly, "You are."

"Are you not mine then, Daddy?"

"I am."

"I don't see the problem then, Daddy. Do you?"

Owen grabbed her neck suddenly and shoved his erection into her back. "The problem, little girl," he bit into her neck harshly until a red spot appeared on her skin and a wet spot appeared in her panties. "Is that you're a little girl and I'm Daddy. So if I say you need to be punished," he thrust harshly into her nipped her ear, whispering closely, "Then you need to be punished."

Quickly turning the stove off, Owen grabbed the hips of his little girl and threw her into the kitchen counter until her stomach pressed against it. Sang scrambled around lightly, attempting to run past him, to the safety of the upstairs. Before she could get far, however, Owen had grabbed her once again and thrust against her back until she had her chest resting on the cool marble with Owen's pressed against her back.

Locking her in with his body, Owen grabbed the squirming girl by the wrists and held them against her back in a bruising grip. He knew that she was only testing his authority because she liked to be dominated. He thrust a hand into her panties and shoved a finger into her wetness, confirming his thoughts. "My little girl, are you wet for me?"

Teasing her with his words and his thrusting finger, Sang felt her princess parts gush even more than they had before. She moaned as loud as she could with her damaged vocal cords and thrust back into his hand.

He ripped his hand from her panties, ignoring her whines of protest, "Use your words, baby."

She gasped loudly and wiggled in place, wanting his fingers back inside her. "Please Daddy! I'm so wet, I need your fingers in me, please!"

He pulled the robe open violently, and ripped her shirt open, allowing her breasts to be free in the open air. Her nipples hardened even more, and he pulled at them roughly, twisting them until she cried out in pain. "Hold your hands there." He growled, letting go of her wrists so he could feel her breasts properly.

Attempting to shove his free hand back into her panties, his hand caught on the fabric that covered her shaved pussy. He groaned in anger and pulled them roughly down her legs then spread them apart as far as her shorts would allow.

She whined at the complete loss of stimulation, reaching behind her in an attempt to grab his hands and force them where she wanted them.

Owen watched his little struggle and reach out for his hands. Chuckling darkly, he reached up for the tie hung neatly around his neck and loosened the knot until it came loose. "My naughty slut never listens to her Daddy, does she?"

Sang wiggled, and looked over her shoulder at Owen, knowing she'd broken his rules. "Daddy." She whined in protest and slight apology.

"Don't pout now, baby girl." He pulled the tie tight between his fists to scare her slightly, then grabbed the wrists she refused to keep in place. "Guess I'll have to help you, seeing as you can't keep them there yourself."

"No, Daddy, I'm sorry." Crocodile tears leaked from her eyes but she didn't try to run, knowing the punishment would be worse if she did. He grabbed her hands in a tight grasp and wrapped the tie around them, pulling the knot tight enough to leave marks.

Ignoring Sang's shrieks and tears, Owen pushed down on her shoulders until her knees slammed into the kitchen floor. Knowing she'd say her safe word if it was too much, Owen didn't worry when he spun her around and shoved her face into his crotch.

"My baby's selfish and doesn't care about her Daddy."

"No!" She shrieked, seemingly more worried about offending him, "I do, Daddy! I do! I love you!"

Owen hummed, pretending to contemplate his options, when in reality he'd planned this all morning. "Show me, little one."

Sang looked up at Owen from under her eyelashes and used her teeth to pull his flies down.

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