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I Hope-Chapter 2
Silence.
I brush. I braid. I kneel. I wait.
Footsteps…
I listen. I breathe. I focus. I smile.
Click. Creak. Step. Creak. Click.
When I kneel for him, every sound is loud. Every breath is deliberate, strategic, deep even when shallow. A potent desire to live in this moment takes over. The aching need be bold, resilient, uninhibited…to make him proud of me. The moment is mine, but the pressure to own it is nonexistent. And in this moment, he will gift to me a feeling of peace that I could never achieve without his dominion.
Ric.
The door is shut. The curtains are drawn. He's here.
Earlier, in his office, he said to be ready for him. Despite my frequent bratty behavior, I know that this is not the moment for sassy remarks or attempts to tease him. Even when I actually do act like a total brat, he always knows just how to break me. Of course, he knows that's exactly what I want. But that doesn't matter as much to me because I want whatever he wants. He deserves to have his little girl be his forever. I would do anything for him. When he gives me a command, he conveys authority, respect, such a dominant force I so willingly accept whenever and however he deems fit…It is his promise. His vow to take care of me and be there for me and love me endlessly. He saunters forward and stops. Standing in front of me, he jerks my head up with his hand and my eyes resist opening. Focus. Only when he tells me to. That's when I can finally see his eyes, that stare, so intimidating…
"Look at me."
My eyes fly open in response just as I hear his voice. One of his hands grips my face tighter, curving around my cheeks, as his other hand grasps my hair at the root, his fist twisting firmly around my long braid, unrelenting and impossible to resist. I am brought into the path of his gaze, instantly enchanted. A sudden feeling of warmth radiates all over my skin. He's made me blush. I'm momentarily distracted by the sensation of it. It's quite similar to the rush of warmth when I drink from him. I hope I'll get to have a taste of him later…
Focus.
His grip on my face loosens and he releases my hair. I maintain a steady gaze into his eyes, which appear to be melting into a darker shade of brown as he stares down at me, fully in position and ready to be his entirely. A small smile teases the corner of his mouth, which almost distracts me enough to break our gaze. But I know better.
"I liked your new spell today, princess. I'm really quite impressed with your work," he says in a clear, calm voice, its cadence keeping me steady in spite of my fluttering heart. His voice…the music of it harmonizes with the sound of his belt buckle opening and his shoes clattering across the floor as he kicks them off. Before he can unbutton his jeans, I wink and wordlessly undo the button with the same spell I used on my shirt earlier. I could do the same for his shirt's buttons, but he hasn't taken off his neck tie yet. He laughs under his breath at my playfulness and strokes my cheek, leaving his clothes on for now.
He tilts his head to one side. "Such a talented girl. Are you going to show me what else you can do?" His eyes give away just a hint of a warning in the question, as if implying 'you had better say yes.'
It's time to speak. My response comes effortlessly. "Yes, daddy."
He smiles fully now. "That's what I like to hear. Stand up."
Standing before him in the flickering candlelight, I know he is assessing me. The black lace, one of many pieces he let me buy with his credit card when I went shopping in Richmond last weekend. Face bare and natural, begging to be reddened by his sweet little slaps I so often receive. My insides swell with the hope that he'll be very rough with me tonight. He knows I deserve it.
"I want you to lay down on the bed with your hands above your head. Then close your eyes and open your mouth. Do it now." He speaks these words with such authority. It never gets old; every time I'm with him this spark deep within me emerges and I feel more confident and serene than I've ever felt. I swiftly comply with his command.
I'm Ready, Daddy.
He walks slowly toward the bed and leans over me, his lips parted. His tongue skims his bottom lip and that sight alone drives me to an internal frenzy. My breath catches and he grins slowly, knowing I love it when he toys with me like this. Flashing a grin of my own, I wink at him and giggle softly. Remembering his instructions, I open my mouth and his demeanor switches from playful and coy to something entirely other. My grin evaporates as his eyes bore into mine, seeing right through me. He will not tolerate any sassy, bratty shit tonight. Just as I remind myself to behave, he jams two of his fingers past my parted lips, straight into my mouth. It's his middle and ring fingers… They press down against my tongue, holding my head steady.
Fuck.
Without thinking, I squirm and writhe at his touch, bringing my hands up to wrap lightly around his wrist while he holds me by the jaw. He reacts immediately, catching my hands midway and slamming both my arms back down with his left hand. He somehow gets his fingers around both my wrists and crosses them for me. His grip is just tight enough to hold me, but I know if I move he will tighten them further. I need to stop distracting him…
His right hand, making my mouth water so much that a trickle of moisture falls out of the corner of my lips, pulls my jaw down slightly. He's exerting his control over me so triumphantly and I'm not even fully restrained yet.
Observing my compliance, he releases my wrists and moves his touch directly between my legs. Fuck. I let out a moan, but the sound is muffled by his fingers, still pressing away. He leans his head even closer to my face, his nose almost touching mine. I know his words are about to spill out and completely overwhelm me…I can tell by this look he's giving me, this vulnerable position he's gotten me into.
He speaks.
"Listen to me, you cock teasing bitch. If you don't stop fucking around right now, your ass is gonna sting so badly you'll be able to feel your pulse where I smacked the fuck out of you. You're not going to get away with all this shit you pulled today. Coming into my office, parading your ass around in your short little skirt like a fucking cheerleader…thinking you can suck me off and leave before I'm even done with you."
He pulls his now soaking fingers out of my mouth and smacks me hard in the face, then grabs my cheeks as I absorb the blow. Just as my face registers the strength of it, he dips his hand into my panties and skims his fingers from my pussy up to my clit, trailing the building wetness before he begins drawing slow circles. He laughs at my reactions, knowing exactly what he's doing to me. Completely overcome, I let a loud, uninhibited moan tumble out of my gasping mouth. Fuck. He continues admonishing me as he resumes his grip on my face, the volume of his voice climbing, the sound of it coming out like a growl from deep within his chest.
"And now, acting all innocent, like you don't know what will happen if you continue to defy me." He laughs darkly.
"Now you're gonna see what happens when you act like a little fucking whore." Before releasing my face from his iron grip, he spits directly into my open mouth. I unconsciously let my tongue stick partway out, over my bottom lip, showing him what he's just given me. I blink innocently at him, only breaking my gaze when I suddenly feel his hand twisting around my braid, grasping my hair by the root. He sits up, using the leverage to jerk me in place, lying across his lap, face down, with my legs slightly falling off the edge of the bed, held up only by my arms on the bed and his support. He transfers his grip on my hair to his left hand as his right skims down my spine. He jerks my panties down, exposing the curves of my ass. He caresses my ass now, giving it some gentle attention before the onslaught of pain I know I am about to endure. I feel my cheeks flood with redness again in anticipation and he pulls slightly on my braid.
"Do you know why you're being punished, princess?" He asks.
"Yes." I gasp, reacting to his hand's pressure on my hair.
"Yes, what?" His tone is angrier now, more aggressive, darker. He releases my braid and brings his hand around, cradling my neck softly. He knows I don't like to be choked, so his grip is gentle and considerate, yet still something I should not try to squirm away from. But I don't want to squirm away. I'm completely under his spell at this point. I will only provide him pleasure now. He deserves it.
"Yes, Daddy." I whisper.
"Speak up, slut. I want to hear you." He growls next to my ear.
I respond louder this time. "Yes, Daddy." His grip on my neck tightens slightly and I feel his hand caress my ass with slightly more pressure. I know his hand is aching to spank me. A wry grin tweaks the edge of my mouth when I idly remember the incantation of the soundproofing spell I cast on my room so no sound can escape: clamor amarus prohibitorum.
"Good girl. Now tell me why you're being punished."
"Because I'm a brat."
"And?" He responds, expectant.
"Because I left when you weren't finished with me today." And I knew exactly what I was doing.
"And?!" This is it. Bracing myself, I tell him what he wants to hear.
"Because I deserve it."
His hand comes down hard on my ass, the sound reverberating with a loud crack. It mingles with a helpless cry that escapes my lips. The stinging sensation rips through me, stripping me of all responsibility and stress and worry. The only thing that matters now is this. It is so freeing, knowing that I deserve whatever Ric decides. He's the sun I revolve around, the center of my world, the one who decides my fate.
One after another, the blows keep coming. He shows no mercy, spanking both sides of my ass, sometimes multiple times on one, sometimes unexpectedly further down on my sensitive thighs, the intensity increasing with each biting smack. The moans of pleasure, the howls of pain form a perfect harmony with the sound of his own pleasure he's gaining from this. The harder he hits, the more unhinged I become, and this drives him absolutely wild. He implores me constantly to affirm his authority and dominion in this moment. Between every blow, his voice grows louder and huskier in my ear. His words swim in my mind as his hand comes down on me again and again…
"That's right. Take it, little bitch."
"You think you can fuck around with me and get away with it? Huh? What's that? Yeah, that's what I fucking thought."
"Show Daddy how much you like, babygirl."
"What was that? You're sorry? Oh, no, princess. You're not sorry. You're just a desperate little slut who loves to be punished, aren't you?"
"What? Don't you like it? Huh?! I don't give a fuck. You're gonna take everything I give you and be grateful, bitch. Yeah…scream for me, baby. Show me how grateful you are."
The searing pain thumping through my freshly punished skin is impossible to ignore. I let it strengthen me…letting myself revel in the pleasure I'm about to experience. He's given me my punishment, and he knows I feel exactly how he wants me to feel.
He flings me back so I'm lying on my back again and pins my arms up above my head, crossing my wrists and holding my hands down.
"Don't move," he commands.
"Yes, Daddy."
My breath quickens as he reaches for my panties, already halfway down my legs, and pulls them off. He then turns his attention to his neck tie, which I'm now noticing is black, just like my lacy bralette. I hope he'll take that off of me soon so he can see and appreciate all of me. He teases me, slowly undoing the knot of his tie with his deft fingers. I can see the anticipation building in his eyes, the intensity of his gaze nothing short of intoxicating. With his tie undone, he pauses to unhook my bralette and pull it gently from my body. His eyes widen as he takes in the sight of me, totally exposed, my breasts blushing and longing for his touch. I try to hold back as he leisurely brings his hand down to stroke my clit. He raises one eyebrow when my breath hitches and my eyes roll back before finding his gaze again. Of course he knows what he's doing to me…he's enjoying my desperate, building desire for him that's radiating off of me. His movements become more and more urgent as he readies me for what's about to come.
He pulls off the tie in one swift motion and immediately wraps it around my wrists, securing it in a sturdy but comfortable knot. He leaves a long stretch of it hanging from the knot, which he ties around one of the thicker filigreed rods of my wrought iron bedframe. He yanks at the second knot, testing its strength, and slips two fingers under it to check if it's too tight. He looks at me, raises his brows, and nods, asking me the nonverbal question "is this okay?" I nod reassuringly. It feels good, and is surely strong enough to hold me in place here without restricting my bloodflow. He watches me writhe and pant, suffering, needing him. He's taking sweet time removing the rest of his clothes and throwing them in a pile next to the bed.
Just when I nearly cannot take the waiting any longer, he's on top of me, his lips claiming mine in a desperate kiss. We drink each other in, his hands skimming my exposed body with total ownership and adoration. I wrap my legs around him and pull him as close to my body as I can. I can feel him now, hot and hard against me, sliding up and down over my clit in an agonizing, heady rhythm. A sweet, husky groan escapes his mouth and I feel the vibration of it coursing through me.
"You're so wet for me, baby. You know, you could have had this cock earlier. I was gonna bend you over my desk and fuck you senseless. You were already so cock drunk, but I know you." He scoffs playfully and kisses me deeply.
"You're insatiable. You're a naughty little slut and you know it. But now, I've got you right where I want you. I'm going to fuck you so good, baby, and you're going to come for me again and again. And you're going to be grateful, aren't you? Answer me." His tone intimidates me, leaving me with no choice but to respond demurely and without any of my usual sass.
"Yes, Daddy. I'm going to be grateful." Of course I am. I know how this goes.
"That's right. Be grateful for this cock, baby. Beg for me. Beg for Daddy to fuck your tight little pussy." My god, how does he do this?
"Please Daddy, I want to you to fuck me. I want to come for you. Please…please…" My pleas become more and more desperate, my breath catching and the wetness between my legs reaching a dripping point. He likes what he hears, though. I can hear his breath quicken, the low moans slipping through his parted lips. His kisses become urgent, deep, out of control…
"Please fuck me Daddy. I'm sorry I was being a brat, I'm sorry…I just want to come for you, Daddy. Please…"
"Fuck yes, baby, beg for this…" Fuck…yes…
He's done it. He's driven me absolutely over the edge, broken me down to the slut I really am. I'm under his complete control, submissive in every respect, willingly giving myself to him. This feeling overtakes me as his cock slides into me, filling me, stretching me, bringing me to heights only he can take me to. He starts to move. I groan wordlessly as his instincts take over, taking me with him.
"That's right, little slut. Get loud for Daddy. Beg for it."
"Take this cock. Take it. You. Are. Mine."
"You're so beautiful when you come for me, baby."
"Who's laughing now, bitch? Yeah, that's what I fucking thought. Be a good girl and come for Daddy now. I know you want to."
"Take everything I have to give you, Hope."
Wave after wave crashes over me. I'm flying, I'm drowning, unable to contain myself for even a moment. My mind can only produce one coherent thought as his neck tie strains against my wrists, a stern reminder of how absolutely helpless I am right now.
Daddy.
Daddy.
Daddy.
"Good girl," his voice, his breath on my skin, his touch brings me back. "Oh, you think I'm done with you, little slut?" he scoffs and throws me onto my front, jolting me into awareness and sending a new dose of anticipation straight to my mind. He suddenly clutches my braid, right by the root, and yanks it back so my head is forced to come up. It's uncomfortable, but I like it. My wrists pull against the tie again as he growls menacingly into my ear.
"Not even close."
Fuck.
"Come on, Hope. Get your ass up for me. Bend your knees. Do it now."
His command is clear. It's the only words I can comprehend right now. I'm depending on him for my sanity here…and all I want to do is obey. My pleasure will be substantial, but his will be even greater. That is my ultimate desire; for him to use me for his pleasure whenever and however he wants.
I instinctively comply. My knees hold up the weight of my body, ready to support it as he makes me take a serious pounding, but they buckle slightly when he delivers a swift, merciless smack directly to my ass cheek. From the strength and vigor of it, I know that the print of his right hand will adorn my ass for days. The feeling is so much better than when he buys me clothes, lingerie, makeup, jewelry…this is what I really want to wear for him.
I barely have time to choke out a scream before his cock slams into me, testing my knees' ability to hold me up to such an assault. They seem to be okay, which surprises me. The force he must have used to fill me so quickly and so completely should have knocked me straight out of my carefully constructed position. I must not let my knees give out. If I stray even a bit from the position he wants me to maintain, the hand print he branded onto my ass will have a twin.
He seems to enjoy my desperate wail of pleasure and surprise. A booming, triumphant laugh bursts from his lips…and he begins. Every thrust of his cock makes my exclamations less and less coherent. All I can muster is "Daddy…fuck…yes…Daddy…yes…"
He knows I'm nearly undone as he clasps my braid tighter, twisting it around his left hand and holding my head raised and steady. Just as I'm about to explode and come spectacularly for him, his hand comes down hard on my ass again, right where the outline of his handprint is raised in protest.
My thoughts are beyond all logical capabilities, totally lost in Daddy's world. His pleasure is the only thing that matters in this moment, and his voice is encouraging. His words keep me in full confidence that I am doing what he wants.
His words are louder than ever now, guiding me through, and his hand repeats its determined smacks across my bratty, tight little ass that I absolutely put on display for him everywhere I go. Guilty as charged, Daddy.
"Huh? What's that, baby? Does it hurt?" And he accuses me of being a tease…
"Yes…"
He's incredibly stern now, jerking my head back again. "Yes, what?!"
"Yes, Daddy!" The sound of my voice is hopeless and desperate.
"Yeah? What hurts, you little bitch? Tell me!" His pace quickens. He's almost there…and he's going to fuck around with me until the very end.
"Your punishment, Daddy! Fuck…" I trail off in frustration, my voice breaking as that familiar feeling builds…so close…so fucking close…
"And do you love it?" Smack. "What's that?!" Smack. "Do you love it, little girl?" Smack. "Answer me!" Smack.
"Yes, Daddy!"
"That's right baby. And you fucking deserve it."
That's it. That's what it takes to take me over the edge in perfect tandem with him. My knees shake so spastically that I'm barely able to hold myself up. His hands are holding my hips for dear life, his intoxicating moans of pleasure fill the very air I breathe.
Gasping out one or two words at a time between heavy breaths, he tells me sweetly, with an audible grin on his lips, "I knew I could break you. Good girl." His words fill me with warmth and a huge smile breaks across my face. I'm hyperaware of every slight touch on my skin, and my ass stings in a way that can only be described as heavenly.
Just as he wanted, I learned. He's teaching me to be exactly who I am, bratty behavior included, because I love when he does this to me. I love him. I love him. I love him…
"Shh, sleep now, beautiful. I'm here for you baby." He whispers in the now dark and quiet room. He rubs my wrists gently, appreciating the pattern of his tie that's embossed onto my skin. The taste of his blood lingers on my lips. He has rewarded me well.
"Hmmm…Daddy…" I have to say this before I fall asleep. I can feel the heady fatigue taking over by the minute.
"Yes, baby?"
"Thank you." I whisper, hearing only his response before giving in to the overwhelming sleepiness.
"Yes, love. You deserved it."