Daddys Greedy Princess Pt 05

All characters depicted in this work are 18 years or older. Intended for adult audiences only.

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My daddy deserves a very special reward.

Almost every day for the past fortnight, he's worked long shifts at the fire station, sometimes on-call, sometimes on-duty, and it's starting to wear on him. I can tell.

On top of that, my bitch of a mom has been sniping at him more than usual, to the point where she's picking fights with him even more than with me - something that's never happened. I know for a fact Daddy hasn't fucked her - or even kissed her - since he took my virginity all those months ago, but even so, sheer horniness isn't a good excuse for acting like such a cow. I've noticed the way she smiles at her phone, though, and know for a fact she's spending those long nights "at work" with someone else; I'd tried to phone her office one night, and the receptionist had told me my mom had left hours ago.

I mean, if she's cheating on Daddy, that's good news for me - with some luck, she'll pack up and leave the two of us alone for good.

But I know it would hurt my dad's pride, even though he doesn't care for my mom, so I'm concocting a plan to make some of his stress melt away.

I know I'm a slut for Daddy's cock. I know I'm very easy when it comes to him - he can take me anywhere, anyway, anytime, and I'll never put up a fight or complain. I'm constantly wet for him, always ready for him to use.

And while I know he loves that - loves me - I also see the fire in his eyes sometimes, when I resist him at first, when I whine and beg, when tears spill onto my cheeks out of sheer pleasure. It might make me a masochist, but I like when Daddy is extra rough with me. I like putting up a fight, like pushing him to the edge of his control.

And I know he likes it, too.

Even as my parents fight - well, my mom bitches and my daddy clenches his jaw with every insult she throws at him - the details of my plan are forming in my mind.

"- get me started on her, either," my mom sneers, pointing at me, where I'm curled up on the sofa trying to read. "It's because of her I'm in this shitty job in the first place! If I hadn't had to take maternity leave, I would be running the fucking company, not stuck in this dead-end role! Ungrateful brat, she wouldn't know a hard days' work if it hit her in the face. Too busy slutting herself up to--"

"That's enough." Daddy's voice is quiet, but it's deadly serious, sharp as a blade. He moves to stand in front of me, blocking me from my mom's view. My heart flutters in my chest at him coming to my rescue, like my knight in shining armor.

"What did you just say?" my mom demands.

"I said, that's enough. Say whatever you want to me, but if you insult my little girl like that, we're going to have a problem." When I glance up, his back is taut, the ropes of muscles in his shoulders pulled tight and broad. "And if I ever hear you refer to her as a 'slut' again, I will make you pay."

I've never heard Daddy speak like this, especially not to my mom. He's generally pretty easy-going - aside from when he's fucking me into the mattress, of course. But I don't think I've ever heard him this angry, to the point where he sounds nearly feral with rage.

It really, really shouldn't have my pussy clenching and flooding with wetness, but something about an angry Daddy is so hot.

"You ... you can't...!" my mom splutters, evidently as shocked as me. She quickly pulls herself together and her face twists into an unattractive curl. "Fine. You two do whatever the hell you want. If you need me, I'll be sleeping at a friend's place tonight."

Within five minutes, she has a bag packed and her car is gunning out of the driveway.

I allow myself a little grin of triumph.

This plan is going to be all too easy.

"I'm sorry, baby girl," Daddy says to me, crouching to pet my hair soothingly. "I didn't want you to have to hear that."

I want to tell him to just divorce her whiny ass. I want to cuddle and pamper him, to gently make love to him and show him how special he really is. I want to make him forget all about these petty fights, and just focus on me for a while.

But I can see how hard he's clenching his fists, the furious set of his brow, the strain of his neck. Yeah, Daddy is definitely in need of a different form of stress-release.

"C'mon, angel. Let's go to bed."

Any other time, I would jump into his strong arms at those words and let him carry me upstairs, lay me out, and let him do whatever he wants to me. Maybe I would ride him, suck his cock, take a bit of that control away.

But not tonight.

"No," I huff, huddling into the corner of the sofa, away from his hands.

His eyes widen. I don't think I've said 'no' like that to my daddy in about ten years.

"No?" he asks, forcibly calm.

"No. I want to stay here." It's a lie, but I pout it out so firmly that it certainly sounds like truth.

Daddy takes a deep breath. "Sweetheart, it's late. We don't have to go to sleep right away, if you're not tired. We can have fun, but only in the bed. You can't stay down here."

I do something I haven't done in a long time:

I throw a tantrum.

My book flies across the room and hits the lamp in the corner, only baring missing a photo frame of my daddy and I at the beach. I cross my arms and bare my teeth up at my daddy, despite every fibre of my being demanding that I give in and grovel at my bad behavior.

My heart is now thumping against my ribcage, my blood rushing in my ears. I hate to admit it, but this feels kind of good.

"What are you doing, baby?" Daddy growls down at me, now standing at his full height and towering over my frail form. The flint in his eye tells me he's right on the knife's edge. "Daddy doesn't want to play games right now. Daddy wants you to get off your cute little ass, and go to bed."

This is it.

This is the turning point.

I frown up at him, still pouting, still hot and bothered all over.

And then, I say the magic words:

"Make me, Daddy."

With a snarl of fury and a flash of movement, he scoops me off the sofa and throws me over his shoulder, all of that fireman strength on full display. I cry out and thrash in his hold, beating against his lower back with my puny fists.

"No!" I squeal. "I want to stay downstairs! You can't make me, I said no!"

If he's caught onto my aim here, he doesn't show it. One of those huge, calloused hands spanks my ass mercilessly over my leggings as we ascend the stairs to my bedroom. Once we're through my door, he throws me onto the bed and immediately flips me over, manhandling me roughly enough to have my whole body shuddering with pleasure.

Daddy doesn't waste time with words - his hands grab at the waistline of my leggings and rip them apart, all the way down my ass and crotch, until they're hanging off my legs in tatters. I let out a cry of protest, but it only earns me another hard spank on my left ass cheek.

"You'd better change that tone real quick, sweetheart. Daddy's not in a nice mood tonight." Under the threat in his tone, I can hear a genuine warning, as though he's concerned about truly hurting me.

I look over my shoulder and smile at him, breaking character for just a moment.

"I don't want you to be nice, Daddy. Didn't you hear? I'm a slutty brat. Maybe you should teach me how to respect the man of the house, hm?" I tease, wiggling my panty-clad ass at him.

When he spanks me again, it's less brutal and more a reprimand. "If we start this, baby, I'm not gonna stop easily. I'm not gonna be sweet. I'm gonna use you like a fuckdoll, and I won't let up, even if you beg." A hand trails over my ass, up my spine, shedding me of my t-shirt and gripping the nape of my neck in warning. "Do you hear me, sweetheart?"

"Yes, Daddy," I gasp, arching into his touch.

"I might say nasty things, baby, but I don't mean them. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"You need Daddy to stop for real, you just say my name. Unless you that, I won't even slow down. I hope you know what you're asking for, little one." His voice is less than human now. Every word has my cunt throbbing, as though he's growling them directly onto my slit.

I turn to face him, even more turned on when I realize I'm only in my panties and he's still fully dressed.

I want to kiss him, to serve him as I always do - with love and tenderness and trust.

But tonight is different. I'm not here to be my usual submissive self.

I'm here to be a brat.

"You're not the boss of me, Daddy," I say with an insolent smirk.

Let it never be said I'm not dedicated to the cause.

With a snarl of outrage, one hand tangles my hair into a rough ponytail, while the other goes to his belt, flicking and unzipping until his thick, half-hard cock springs free of its confines.

My mouth waters at the sight.

"Don't just sit there drooling over it," Daddy sneers, dragging my head towards his dick. "Suck it down your throat, slut."

Holy shit.

Hearing my daddy call me a slut is one of the hottest things I've ever heard. My whole body shivers, and I almost hasten to do as he asks, before remembering my role.

"N-no!" I squeal, bucking away from his harsh grip. "I don't wanna!"

Daddy's fingers stray from where they were pumping his cock to full stiffness, and instead go to my mouth, prying my pursed lips open without a trace of gentleness.

"You bite my cock," he tells me in a husky voice, "and I'll choke you with it until you pass out. Got that, little one?"

Fuck, that promise shouldn't excite me so much, and I have to stifle a moan at the image it presents.

"Please, Daddy, I don't -- mmfh!" Suddenly his cock is there, being stuffed into my mouth without mercy, heady and hot on my tongue.

Daddy doesn't take his time like usual. His hands grip the back of my head, and uses the leverage to force his cock deeper and deeper into my throat, until I can barely breathe, my gag reflex only just holding back. As he force-feeds me his enormous length, I cry and thrash against him, tears already spilling down my face at the invasion.

"Take it," Daddy barks. "Take it all the way down, doll. Show me how well I trained you to take your daddy's cock."

His hand goes to my throat, and he gives a groan of delight when he can feel the bulge of his cock there, pressed tight against my jugular. His balls slap against my chin, and my eyes flutter shut at the relief that he's finally done.

"Don't look so glad," Daddy chuckles darkly. "You think I'm just gonna sit here, balls-deep in your little mouth? No, baby. Daddy needs to fuck your face, just like he fucks your cunny. I'm gonna destroy this throat. I don't wanna hear you speak properly for the next week."

And that's the final warning I receive, before he's pulling out and thrusting back in again, and again, and again, until he sets a pace that's comparable only to when he's about to cum deep in one of my other holes.

I want to let myself float on this feeling, but I force myself to keep alert enough to put up a fight. My fingernails score down his thighs, my eyes begging him to let up, even as my hips move of their own accord and start to rock back and forth for some relief of my aching pussy.

"Fuck, look at you," Daddy says in a mean tone. "Like a bitch in heat, huh? If you're gonna act like a needy bitch, I'm gonna treat you like one, baby. Hump my leg."

When I hesitate for even a second, Daddy fucks up into my mouth even harder, earning a shriek of surprise from me.

"Did I fucking stutter? Hump my leg. I wanna see you cream all over me. Show me that cunt is worth my time."

Shit, I'm about to cum and I haven't even touched myself once yet.

Why did I wait so long to rile Daddy up like this?

I swing my legs forward, my throat still stuffed full of Daddy's cock, as I part my thighs at the edge of the bed and begin to rub my soaking snatch on his left thigh.

The coarseness of his hair is a welcome sensation against my swollen clit, and I can't hold back a moan at the relief it brings.

"That's it, good girl," he coos, though it certainly isn't in the loving tone he usually uses to praise me. He laughs at my desperation. "Shit, you really are a slut, aren't you? Is cock all that little brain can think of, hm? Made just for fucking, and nothing else."

His hands scoop up more of my hair, gripping it uncomfortably tight as he returns to fucking my face, uncaring for the way I hiccup and fight him.

After what seems like hours, he drags me off his length, causing me to splutter and cough at the sudden rush of air to my lungs, and he shoves me back onto the mattress.

"I'm getting tired of your throat now, doll." One of those huge hands pins my throat down, preventing me from wriggling away from him, and the other pinches my handful-sized tits in merciless, painful succession. "Let's see if your cunt can keep tight for more than five minutes, shall we?"

"No, Daddy, please!" I croak, my voice ragged and torn. I swipe at the tears on my face, the whole world wonky and blurred. "You won't fit! I'm not ready, please, I don't --"

A hocking sound fills the air, and then suddenly something warm and wet fills my mouth.

Oh my God.

Daddy just spat in my mouth.

"That oughta shut you up," he mocks. The hand at my throat claps over my mouth, forcing me to swallow the glob of saliva on my tongue. That's one of the hottest things Daddy's ever done to me.

But I don't want him to know that just yet.

My screams and broken cries are silenced by the hand on my face, as Daddy wrenches my legs apart and tears away my lace panties with a single swipe. My bare, dripping cunt is now exposed to his scorching gaze, and for a moment, he looks like he wants to bend down and taste it. His fingers stroke my clit reverently, and despite this whole scenario, I know he still loves me more than anything else in the world.

And then, his fingers withdraw, only to land a firm slap on my wet slit.

"You're soaking wet," he comments coldly. "Are you actually enjoying this, doll? You like being treated like the fuck-meat you are?"

My eyes roll to the back of my head, and three of Daddy's fingers stick into my wet passage without warning. I squeal and try to escape his hold, but he's so much bigger and stronger than me; I'd have more luck fighting a grizzly bear.

"You're such a naughty girl." His fingers disappear, only to wipe my juices on my thigh like I'm a rag for him. "You think you're the boss, hm? Think you can do whatever you want, like telling your daddy 'no'? You think you can traipse around this house with your tits and ass hanging out, and not expect Daddy to do anything about it? I'm not like your little boyfriends at school, girl. I'm not gonna be nice. I know exactly how to fuck you, even if you beg me not to. I know how to use this cock, and I'm gonna show you what happens when you say 'no' to me."

With that, he lines his cock up to my pussy, and spears me in one swift thrust.

I shriek with the sudden stretch. Even the wetness of my core doesn't help me adjust to the sheer monstrosity that is Daddy's cock. It feels like he's pushing through every wall inside me, until it's like I can feel him in my throat all over again.

I claw at the hand on my face, and he just laughs at me.

"Tighter than I expected," he comments casually, as though I'm a meal he's tasting. Like I'm an object. "Don't worry though, baby. Daddy will fuck that tightness out of you soon enough. Give it time, and I'll be able to reach my whole fist in there to jack myself off inside you."

I can't help it.

I come.

I didn't even know I was close, but Daddy's words, combined with the feel of his cock pressing up against my g-spot and his other hand skimming across my clit... I didn't stand a chance.

My back arches, my pussy pulsing around his huge dick, drool bubbling at the corners of my mouth and mingling with the tears streaking my cheeks. I gasp and writhe as waves of pleasure overwhelm me, my head growing heavier and heavier with every breath.

His hand slides from my mouth, down to my chest, resting atop my frantic heart. I suck in lungfuls of air, but it doesn't seem to be enough.

Thankfully, he gives me a moment to clear my head, to catch my breath. Daddy can read me better than anyone; he knows I'm not past my limit, but he's giving me some room to recover before going at me again.

"What do you say to Daddy for making you come, sweetheart?" Daddy asks, his voice gentler than before.

I gain just enough awareness to rasp, "I've come harder with my toys, Daddy."

There's a pause, and I have just enough time to tense in anticipation, before he flips me over and drags me backwards, over his lap as he sits, forcing me across his knees, my naked ass and pussy turned up towards my bedroom door.

"You think you're cute, princess?" he growls at me, rubbing my ass cheeks in warning. "Let's see if you're still mouthy after this."

That's all I get, before his roughened hand is blowing smack after smack on my ass, walloping me with enough force to send me rocking forwards with every strike. It stings, God does it sting, and I won't be able to sit for days, but a voice in my mind reminds me that I asked for this, that I deserve this.

I don't know how many spanks I get. I lose count after ten. Daddy starts spanking my pussy too, after a while, and that only throws fuel on the fire within me, climbing towards another orgasm, despite this treatment.

"Jesus, you're gonna be sore tomorrow," Daddy remarks with a low laugh, petting my ass and ignoring the way I flinch at his touch.

"Stop, Daddy, please!" I wail. Taking advantage of the pause in his hits, I scramble off his lap and make a break for the door, hoping he'll catch me before I can go anywhere.

My Daddy is perfect in every way, so of course he catches me. His hand snatches my ankle, and he drags my thrashing body back across the carpet, heedless of my begging and screaming, before hefting me back up onto the mattress. When I'm there, he sinks his full weight on top of my back, his hand returning to silence my mouth, his other one cupping the dripping juncture between my thighs.

"I'm being nice, baby," he drawls into my ear, low and deadly. "I could press your face into the floor and fuck you on the rough carpet. I could force my cock into your ass without any lube. I could tie you up and wreck every one of your holes without a care in the world, then leave you here for me to use whenever I like. I could be a lot meaner, so I'd start being a bit more grateful, if I were you."

He knees apart my legs, and when his hand pinches my reddened and raw rear, I squeal into his palm.

"Aw, you sore, slut?" he mocks. "Trust me, baby, when I'm through with you, you'll be a lot sorer. Daddy's gonna teach you to respect him properly. This is how bratty little girls get treated - you'd do well to remember that."

Daddy forces my legs even wider, then pushes that huge cock back into my cunt, driving it all the way in until his hips are flush with mine, his balls pressed against my ripened slit. My mind blanks a little at the stretch.

"I'm gonna use this cunt as a cocksleeve, but I don't think you've earned Daddy's cum tonight. Daddy only breeds good girls, not disobedient sluts. If you're lucky, you can drink it instead. I don't want to completely waste it, after all," Daddy bites out. The disappointment in his voice has genuine tears welling in my eyes, and I have to remind myself this is just an act, just a game.

Another hocking sound, and when I manage to look back over my shoulder, I see Daddy bent down to spit right on my asshole. I sob as his free fingers begin to rub the saliva into my back passage, dipping just into the rosebud to test out its tightness, wriggling around the entrance until I'm begging against his hot hand.

"Shh, it'll be easier if you just shut up and take it, doll." As if to punctuate his point, Daddy impales me with every word, drawing his cock out and then stuffing it back in again, until he works up a rhythm that seems to coordinate with the finger prodding my asshole.