Submission
He patted his lap placing both feet firmly on the ground. He gave a small smile unlike his usual devilish grins.
"Come to Pappa now...Come on, little lover. Sit on your god's lap."
She started to get up then grimaced painfully, not only due to the pain felt from broken wrists but also at the fact that he just had to feed his ego time and time again.
She wasn't a fool by any means. At the age of eighteen she had become well known for not only holding down the title of being the strongest woman in the world but also an up and coming detective, specializing in the narcotics division. She had already mastered a certain field of psychology as well; criminology. What piqued her interest the most about this study was the way male criminals treated their female victims. She studied psychopathic tendencies, handwriting, fetishes...ect.
She felt terrified to test him now or assume anything...to question. She just decided to play along with his little games for the time being.
"What's the matter, my spring beauty? What happened to that fighting spirit and bitter tongue of yours? No clever quip this time?"
She bashfully peered at him over her shoulder.
"You silenced it, Daddy. Everything about you has tamed me...Your character, intellect, dominance...I want you inside of me now, Daddy."
His cock twitched uncontrollably at this behaviour, at her newfound realization that she truly did belong to him from this point onwards. He felt astounded that no brain-washing was required on his part. Or perhaps...perhaps this could be a trick? Some secret ploy? He had been wracking her brain from the moment she returned to him. Nothing seemed to be out of place currently. Brain waves were stable...Thoughts primarily carnal...Aura peaceful. No suspicious activity of any kind.
Unless...His eyes lit up, casting his usual mischievous glare her way. She froze up again but only for a moment this time, forcing herself to go and please him.
"S-sorry. My...wrists just hurt a l-little. That's all."
She sat down gently arms hanging limply at her sides. His erection almost unbuckled his belt for him it was so engorged.
"Please Daddy...Help me baby and I'll help you in return...I want your member to make me think of nothing other than you...Only you. I want you inside me again..."
She nuzzled against his neck, trailing her tongue upwards to his ear, reminding him of their foreplay when she had first arrived. Before he made her his bride. She whispered in his ear seductively prior to sucking his lobe, causing his manhood to nearly rip the pesky fabric away.
"Impregnate me, baby. I want your semen over and over until I can't think straight anymore. I want to be your semen slut Daddy...Do you know that? I want this from deep, deep within."
Right then his cock tore its way out of its concealment, throbbing against her outer extremities. He didn't physically move once, yet, this thing had a pulse of its own performing all of the movement for him. No fluid came out yet still, he appeared to be having an orgasm. She could already tell he wouldn't take things easy. Once more he surprised her by reversing the damage done to aching wrists, the bones painlessly setting back into place. It seemed as though he had reversed time itself...Of course with Bahtus's help.
"Do what you want to me, my sweet darling. I'm yours this time."
She bit her lower lip, looking up at him innocently. Her fingers were brought up to their face as she wriggled them, moaning in pleasure. With a sincere touch, she guided one hand onto her lower back and the other to her face. She began licking his index finger, twirling her tongue around its tip as though it were his manhood before inserting most of the digit's length into her panting mouth while grinding against his ever-throbbing member; which looked as though it would rip out of its own skin at any time if that were even possible.
Her fluids saturated him with every thrusting motion, teetering on teasing Michael to the point of complete insanity; as if he weren't already enough. After nine minutes of this hell she almost released stopping for a brief moment before sheathing his entire length into her. Remarkably, both had their release at the same time, each thrusting against the other as the blissful ecstacy overtook their being, making them not care about anything else in this moment; perpetually indulging themselves in one another's euphoria that even death himself would envy, wishing to be mortal.
Her moans, body, words, everything about her sent him over the edge. She quite literally had him by the "dick", balls and all.
He remained erect inside of her as she gave an impish smirk, kissing him madly while thrusting again.
"Sit back Daddy...Let your sweet darling take care of your needs..."
He kept a firm grip around curvaceous hips, bracing his feet against the ground and leaning back. He couldn't help himself anymore and lost control. The experience all at once had been too overwhelming. He emitted growls which were perhaps moans while doing more than aiding in movement, he did all of the work for her. He moved her up and down so quickly she almost passed out from the intensity until he ejaculated again, clutching on tightly while getting up and walking to the bed. He still kept thrusting even then.
"I want to feel you dominate me further...Daddy...Hold me in place...Beneath you, where I belong."
He gave wet, sloppy tongue kisses of his own while pressing himself against her, burying his shaft in between her sultry thighs. She moaned his term of endearment into each kiss as their mouths made love as well, sounding similar to babble. The bed shook from his unrestricted movement, threatening to give out if further pressure was applied.
He at last pulled away for air, noticing her gentle grip around his arms signaling a desperate need for it. Resounding smacks echoed around them as he relentlessly dominated her time and time again, her legs greedily pulling him in deeper each time so it seemed. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as he found that glorious g-spot once more, that euphoric spot causing immense satisfaction. She released with an untamed furiosity this time, calling out his actual name.
He paused, giving an affectionate glance for a change as she finished. He resumed his thrusts, having his own satisfaction two minutes later.
"I'm sorry if that bothered you or hurt your feelings..."
He shook his head, cradling her while nuzzling against her neck this time. He buried his face into her hair, inhaling deeply. She still smelled like one of her favorite scents- plum. His gaze met hers as he kissed blissfully again, putting her mind at ease with his next statement.
"Think nothing of it. After all, I revealed my past to you for a reason. I do believe I've become quite taken with the way my name sounds rolling off your tongue. Yes, in fact, I will allow you to address me as such while in private. How does that sound, my spring beauty?"
She nodded obediently, asking a thought-provoking question.
"Daddy, do I remind you of your mother?"
He rolled over, sighing out of slight frustration.
"Yes, I suppose you do. Save for the massive thunder thighs and slanted eyes, you do bear a striking resemblance to the woman."
This snide remark was meant to hurt her but now she began testing her theory, probing him further, delving into that cynical egomaniac's mind.
"How would you prefer I look, Michael? How do you want the mother of your children to look? I want to know because it's important that I please you in every way possible...If it can be helped, of course. Wouldn't you agree?"
There wasn't a hint of sarcasm in her voice and yet, just based on that response alone, his previous suspicions were now confirmed.
"However you want to look is fine by me. As long as you don't become obese and moody over the years, we'll get along swimmingly."
'Damn it all, I went too far with that one. There has to be some other way to understand-'
He invaded her personal thoughts just then, his voice cutting through the silence. She may as well have been asking for it out loud.
'Who? Me?'
Her eyes widened at his internal response, fully aware that his lips weren't moving as she heard his voice speak. Damn him, he went way too far this time again.
'Never will you understand me, irascible minx that you are. Tell me the honest truth Chun-Li, were your actions and feelings just now genuine or all a part of your little psychology game?'
She let out a sigh, beginning to give an answer in her mind then stopped herself, retorting with audible speech.
'It was a- ugh- damn it!'
"It was a mixture of both, Michael. You invading my thoughts...well, I mean, how would you like it if someone did that to you? It's going a tad too far in my opinion."
His erection somehow still throbbed, his hand gingerly caressing her hips.
"Get on daddy while we talk and I shall give you your desired response. Are we in agreement?"
She did what was asked of her without refusal, surprising him this time. He expected her to sulk in response, making bitter remarks and weak comebacks due to not getting her way, yet no such thing happened. Slowly she sat down on him, his hand not even having to hold his dick in place because of its solid form. She moved with a steady pace as they continued their conversation, almost in a nonchalant manner.
His hand traveled from her hips to breasts, squeezing first then pinching her nipples tenderly. He brought his face to them, laughing impishly at her quick irritation while sucking.
"Michael! How can you respond while doing th-"
He cut her off, filling her mouth with his kisses again, causing her to become dizzy with lust.
"Please... Please answer me."
She broke away briefly, tilting her head. He couldn't resist that pouting expression chuckling as he gave in.
"It never will happen since I always do the invading; not the other way around. Even when exposed to your deities illusions, I played along all the while, curious as to how long that thrilling little game would last. I must say, my dear girl, I am stunned at how filthy that mind of yours is. Of course it doesn't even come close to besting mine. Ohh, if you only knew of all these wicked, nefarious schemes and thoughts flowing throughout my mind now...You may very well faint, darling."
She continued moving at her same steady pace all while conversing, starting to tire. An alarm clock rested on the bedside table. She couldn't resist, taking a peek at the numbers.
The time read as 9:32 in the evening. She remembered them beginning at 8:38 and part of these sessions had only consisted of foreplay; at least twenty minutes. Less than an hour of sex happened and already he wore her out.
"Michael, you feel wonderful inside of me...You honestly do but I'm starting to grow rather tired now. You've thoroughly exhausted me..."
He pulled her to him as she let out a gasp, purring "Then allow me to do all the work. I must have complete satisfaction tonight, lover."
He braced his feet against the bed, the speed of his thrusts rivaling her lightening kicks. She let out hoarse moans, causing him to once more lose control, clutching onto her ass and spanking every now and again. She now buried her face into his neck, her sweet hoarse moans propelling him into a seemingly unending, insatiable carnal frenzy. That orifice of hers clung around his width even still, refusing to let go until he had his way, his sexual appetite temporarily sated.
"Make me yours again Daddy! Ahh! Make me pregnant!"
He fiercely groped quivering shoulders, erupting inside of that precious womb at her command. He did this again and again until the early morning, having her kneel in front of him, lay on her back or her side. She weakly laid there beside him, his ejaculation forming a thick pool around them. With a blink of his eyes, the mess had disappeared. Once again, he reversed and manipulated time, leaving the current situation untampered with.
"Oh Daddy...You were more than amazing."
He held her from behind, giving a long deep kiss before wishing her a good slumber.
"As were you, my sweet girl. We should rest now for more adventures tomorrow. Good night, darling."
She moaned a relieved sigh, gently stroking his forearms replying softly "Yes...Good night, Michael."
He peered into a dream she had soon after, looking onward as she massaged him after a bath then he her in return. Oil was placed on a bedside table. Ah, so it was a massage she had planned, was it? This experience should be invigorating to the senses. He planned to sweeten the deal by making a wager of his own later on that day.