Daddy's Good Girl.

Emily's POV I slammed the front door harder than I meant to, my university backpack still slung over one shoulder. The house smelled the same, with Mark's cologne hitting my nostrils. I’d been back less than two hours and we were already fighting. “You can’t just tell me what to do anymore, Mark! I’m twenty-one, not a kid!” I snapped with my hands on my hips in the kitchen. Mark turned from the stove with the spatula in hand, his eyes narrowing at me. “While you’re under my roof, you follow my rules, Emily. Curfew at midnight. No exceptions.” “Curfew? I’m not sixteen!” I rolled my eyes. “God, you’re so f*****g controlling, Da—” Daddy. The word slipped out before I could stop it. The air shifted immediately. Mark’s spoon paused in the air. A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. My face burned. “I meant Mark. Obviously.” He set the spoon down, turned off the burner, and crossed the kitchen in three strides. “No. You said Daddy.” His voice dropped an octave, rough and low. “And you’ve never called me that before. Not once in six years.” “I—I was angry,” I stammered, backing up until my ass hit the counter. Mark placed his hands on either side of me, caging me in. Heat rolled off his body. “Angry girls who forget their place need to be reminded.” His breath brushed my ear. “And I think my good girl wants to be reminded.” My thighs clenched. I should have pushed him away. Instead, my n*****s hardened against my thin tank top. “I’m not your good girl,” I whispered, but my voice trembled with want. Mark’s hand slid into my hair, gripping just tight enough to tilt my head back. “You will be tonight. Now go upstairs, bend over my bed, and wait for me. Skirt up. Panties down.” My p***y throbbed at the command. “Mark…” “Say it right, baby.” I swallowed hard. “Yes… Daddy.” The walk upstairs felt like floating. My heart hammered as I stripped my skirt and panties, leaving them pooled at my ankles. I bent over the edge of his king bed, my ass presented in the air and my face burning with shame and arousal. Mark took his time coming up. When he finally entered, he closed the door and locked it “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice thick with approval. “Such a pretty little ass for Daddy.” His palm cracked across my cheek without warning. I yelped, the sting blooming hot and sharp. “Count them.” “One!” I gasped. Another hard smack. “Two!” By the tenth, my ass glowed red and my p***y dripped down my thighs. Mark rubbed the sore flesh almost tenderly, then slipped two thick fingers between my folds. “f**k, you’re soaked,” he groaned. “All this time fighting me, and your cunt’s been begging for Daddy’s attention.” I moaned, pushing back against his hand. “Please…” “Please what?” “Please finger me, Daddy.” He rewarded me with two long fingers thrusting deep, curling against that perfect spot. The wet, sloppy sounds filled the room as he pumped them in and out, his thumb circling my swollen c**t, my legs shaking. “You’re going to be a good girl for me all night,” he said, spanking me again while finger f*****g me harder. “Say it.” “I’ll be your good girl, Daddy… oh god, I’m gonna c*m…” “Not yet.” He pulled his fingers out, leaving me empty and aching. “Dinner first. You’re going to sit at the table with my c*m dripping down your thighs and pretend everything’s normal.” I whimpered but obeyed. ****** Downstairs, Mark had set the table. Steak, roasted vegetables and red wine. He pulled out my chair like a gentleman. When I sat, the cool wood stung my freshly spanked ass. Halfway through the meal, his hand disappeared under the tablecloth. “Spread your legs,” he ordered quietly, forking another bite of steak. I glanced around as if someone might appear, then I obeyed. Two thick fingers slid into my soaked p***y right there at the dinner table. I choked on my wine. “Easy, princess,” Mark said calmly. “Daddy’s just checking to see how wet his good girl still is.” His fingers moved slowly, lazily stroking my walls while he ate. I gripped the edge of the table, trying not to moan. Every time I got close, he slowed down. “Mark… He pinched my c**t. “Say it right!” “Daddy! pleaseeee,” I whispered desperately. “Shhhhhh, that's my good girl. Good girls don’t c*m until Daddy says so.” He added a third finger, stretching me beautifully. His thumb pressed firm circles on my c**t under the table. My hips rolled subtly, chasing the pleasure. My juices coated his hand and dripped onto the chair. The risk made it filthier. When I finally couldn’t take it, Mark pulled his fingers free, brought them to his mouth, and licked them clean while staring into my eyes. “Delicious. Now upstairs.” ******* The second we reached his bedroom, Mark shoved me onto the bed on my back. He stripped quickly, revealing a thick, heavy c**k already leaking with precum. “You’ve been teasing Daddy for years in those tiny shorts,” he growled, crawling over me. “Time to take your punishment.” He flipped me onto all fours, yanked my hips up, and slammed into me in one brutal thrust. I screamed in pleasure, the stretch burning so good. “Daddy! f**k… you’re so big—” Mark groaned, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “That’s it. Take every inch like the good little slut you are for Daddy.” He f****d me hard, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing. Each thrust pushed my face into the mattress. He reached around and rubbed my c**t, never slowing. “Whose p***y is this?” he demanded. “Yours, Daddy! It’s your p***y!” He pulled out suddenly, flipped me onto my back, and pushed my knees to my chest. The new angle let him go impossibly deeper. My eyes rolled back as he pounded into me. “I’m gonna fill you up,” he rasped, sweat dripping down his chest. “Gonna pump my good girl so full of Daddy’s c*m it leaks out for days.” “Yes, please c*m inside me, Daddy. Breed me…” Mark’s thrusts grew erratic. With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. Thick, hot ropes of c*m flooded my p***y, so much it immediately started pushing out around his c**k. He kept thrusting through it, making filthy wet sounds as his seed mixed with my juices. When he finally pulled out, a huge gush of creamy c*m poured from my p***y, dripping down my ass and soaking the sheets. Mark watched with dark satisfaction, using two fingers to push some of it back inside me. “Look at that messy creampie,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss me deeply. “My perfect good girl.” I trembled, aftershocks still rippling through me as more c*m leaked out. I reached down, scooped some onto my fingers, and licked it clean while looking up at him. “Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered. Mark smiled, pulling me into his arms. “That’s my girl. And we’re just getting started. Tomorrow night, I’m taking this tight little ass too.” I shivered with fresh arousal.