[Honestly, it was tempting to leave her wanting, just to punish her further, because he knew how much she loved being punished. Treated roughly, demeaned, left aching at his hand in so many ways. She loved it when he held that power over her, when he reminded her just how much she belonged to him and just how easily he could control her and dominate her. He didn't even need to look between her legs to know how much of a sticky, sopping wet mess she'd be, how much her pussy would be gushing. He could smell it, smell her arousal perfuming the air, and he knew that it would only get more intense and more raw if he slapped her around a little more, if he degraded her more. Barely sixteen and he'd already turned her into the most depraved and filthy kind of slut, it was almost laughable, and yet he couldn't help wondering what she'd turn into by the time she was an adult, well and truly his.
But as much as he could have so easily done that, treated her as nothing but a vessel for his pleasure to be beaten and used up without giving her any real pleasure of her own, he knew better. Theirs was a complicated and dark relationship, but that didn't make him care about her any less. She needed to be touched, she needed to be fucked, she needed her daddy to make her come more than anything, and he wasn't really in a mood to deny her that. The little blast of roughness, darkness, had been a taste, something that he knew she would enjoy, but it was only meant to be a taste. For now. Perhaps more would come later, he didn't know yet.
All he knew was that they had two solid days together, and he was going to use every second.
As it was, he just leaned in a little closer, his fingers tightening around her throat to the point where she'd really struggle to breathe, to suck in breath. He wasn't going to go too rough on her, not yet, and he always had to be careful that he didn't leave any marks above her collar no matter how much he wanted to, but it was tempting. Tempting to slap her until her cheeks were swollen and red, tempting to squeeze her throat until his fingers lay across it like brands. One day. One day he'd be able to do anything he wanted, he just had to wait until then. For now, he simply squeezed with careful pleasure, and slowly, deliberately, spat in her face.]
Damn right I'm going to use you, cunt. That's what you're for, that's all you are, and don't you forget it. You're daddy's rape-meat, and I'll fuck you when I want and how I want and as hard as I want, but you don't get to decide, and you don't get to demand. Now. Daddy's going to get up, and you're going to get on your knees and present yourself like the needy, desperate, shameless little bitch in heat you are so daddy can rip your little jailbait pussy in two before he changes his mind.
[And just like that he was letting go of her, releasing her throat and slowly climbing off of her chest. He knew that she'd be quick, that she'd be good, and just manhandling her, talking to her so viciously, and knowing how wet she was? It was enough to get him hard again, hard and ready, and oh, he couldn't wait to finally know the taste of his little girl's cunt again.]
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But as much as he could have so easily done that, treated her as nothing but a vessel for his pleasure to be beaten and used up without giving her any real pleasure of her own, he knew better. Theirs was a complicated and dark relationship, but that didn't make him care about her any less. She needed to be touched, she needed to be fucked, she needed her daddy to make her come more than anything, and he wasn't really in a mood to deny her that. The little blast of roughness, darkness, had been a taste, something that he knew she would enjoy, but it was only meant to be a taste. For now. Perhaps more would come later, he didn't know yet.
All he knew was that they had two solid days together, and he was going to use every second.
As it was, he just leaned in a little closer, his fingers tightening around her throat to the point where she'd really struggle to breathe, to suck in breath. He wasn't going to go too rough on her, not yet, and he always had to be careful that he didn't leave any marks above her collar no matter how much he wanted to, but it was tempting. Tempting to slap her until her cheeks were swollen and red, tempting to squeeze her throat until his fingers lay across it like brands. One day. One day he'd be able to do anything he wanted, he just had to wait until then. For now, he simply squeezed with careful pleasure, and slowly, deliberately, spat in her face.]
Damn right I'm going to use you, cunt. That's what you're for, that's all you are, and don't you forget it. You're daddy's rape-meat, and I'll fuck you when I want and how I want and as hard as I want, but you don't get to decide, and you don't get to demand. Now. Daddy's going to get up, and you're going to get on your knees and present yourself like the needy, desperate, shameless little bitch in heat you are so daddy can rip your little jailbait pussy in two before he changes his mind.
[And just like that he was letting go of her, releasing her throat and slowly climbing off of her chest. He knew that she'd be quick, that she'd be good, and just manhandling her, talking to her so viciously, and knowing how wet she was? It was enough to get him hard again, hard and ready, and oh, he couldn't wait to finally know the taste of his little girl's cunt again.]