Chapter 6 - Ali Part 2 (1/2)

I walk out to my car and pop the trunk, smiling as I grab my duffel bag and head back inside.

I cut my eyes towards her pussƴ, her fingers are just mercilessly rubbing her ċŀɨt.

”Bitch, I don't remember giving you permission to play with yourself.”

I snarl as I walk over to beside her and unzip my bag.

”Ugh. I'm sorry, daddy... What just happened was so fuċkɨnġ hot.”

She whimpers as she starts squirming, wondering what he's gonna pull out.

”Well sŀut, since you won't stop touching yourself without permission, daddy will just have to restrain you.”

I say as a wicked smile spreads across my face.

”Oh shit.”

She thinks to herself as she watches him, she's unleashed a monster and she hates the fact that she's turned on.

I pull out my handcuffs and wrap my right hand around her throat, easily lifting her to her feet and spinning her around.

”You thought daddy was brutal before?”

”Fuck daddy.... Do whatever the fuċk you want, I'm yours for now.”

She mȯȧns and pushes her ȧss back, already feeling his ċȯċk start to get hard again.

”I planned on it, ċunt.”

I say as I push her face first into the couch, before reaching into my bag and pulling out the riding crop.

”You've been a bad girl, you intentionally pissed me off and teased me.”

I growl as my eyes run over her petite body.

”Daddy, I'm sorry... I just wanted to see if you were for real.”

She whimpers and squirms, her pussƴ is dripping and she doesn't know why.

”Don't be sorry, beautiful.”

”Daddy actually loved that, it showed that you weren't a pussƴ.”

I bring the riding crop down again, but harder this time.

”Ughhhhhhh!!!”

She groans and pushes her ȧss higher into the air.

She loves the pain.

”If you don't stop fuċkɨnġ moving, I'm gonna have to hogtie your whore ȧss.”

I snarl as I slam the riding crop down three times, watching as her body shakes with each hit.

”Goddamnit... Fuck it hurts, daddy.”

She squeals as tears come to her eyes.

She thinks to herself as she feels ċum run down her thɨġhs.

”Let me give you something to keep you busy while I spank this cute ȧss.”

I smile as I walk around to the back of the couch, before grabbing a handful of hair and yanking her up.

”Daddy's gonna feed you ever inch of this BBC, are you ready for that sŀut?”

I growl as I pull my joggers down and let my ċȯċk out.

”Yes daddy, give me that fuċkɨnġ dɨċk.”

She practically begs and tries to scoot forward.

”Good girl.”

I laugh slightly as I offer my ċȯċk to her lips and watch her swallow it.

I think to myself as I mȯȧn softly and toss the riding crop aside, before reaching into the bag and pulling out my whip.

”If you keep suċkɨnġ my ċȯċk right, I'll keep spanking that cute ȧss.... And we both know you don't want me to stop.”

I say softly as I pull her head back to look into her eyes.

”You're right, daddy.... Keep abusing me, just please uncuff me so I can stroke your perfect ċȯċk too.”

She whimpers with shame in her eyes, before going back to suċkɨnġ his ċȯċk.

”Goddamn, can't argue with that.”

I say as I reach behind her and undo the handcuffs, tossing them to the side.

I can't help but mȯȧn as she wraps her hands around my ċȯċk, moving her lips to my balls and suċkɨnġ them softly.