You’re Going To Call Me Daddy (DDlg, noncon) Part 2

I couldn’t help myself as I shifted my gaze to the ceiling above me, perhaps shy at being rebuked in such a manner. My hands grew achy and tired from fighting and fidgeting within the bonds, becoming limp as Ingleside took the opportunity to explore my body. 

He seemed to take his time, lapping up every moment as if he was catching precious water within his palms. Ingleside squeezed the ample parts of my body, mapping every mark and movement in his mind to use for nefarious purposes later. 

“Sensitive, sensitive,” The dark intruder purred, knowing that would incite me further with his condescending attitude, “Your skin is so soft and…ah, ticklish? Nothing less to be expected of such a perfect babygirl. Darling, darling…”

I huffed, letting Ingleside touch me as I tried to think of a way out of this. He seemed so eager, so…

“I think you can take your spanking now.” Ingleside suggested, making me quiver a little. I didn’t think he would actually…

“Don’t.” I begged, my throat wrought with fear. He nipped my ear, frightening me. Then his hand went across my ass. 

His first strike was pretty hard for something so minor and petty. I flinched, biting the inside of my cheek to ebb a cry. I could feel his horrible eyes burn into my skin. 

“Who’s your Daddy?” Ingleside asked, grinning broadly. I cringed, refusing to answer. “No, babygirl. Answer. Who is your Daddy?”

“Creep.” I shot back but he spanked me again, “Ow! Let me go, jackass! Ow!”

“Not until you say who your Daddy is.” He reminded me, condescending even. 

I could feel my spit roll across my chin as he struck my backside again. His erection and desires were plainly felt through the cloth of his designer slacks, making his true nature well known to my psyche. 

My bottom already felt bruised but I refused to cry. Crying again would play into his hands and this sick fantasy he had deluded himself into. Instead, I braced myself for another inevitable smack. 

“This little rear must have needed a strong hand to keep order. It’s been doing whatever it wants for far too long.” Ingleside stated his disgusting observation, pinching my redness in glee, “Someone has to turn this cute bum into refined and proper young lady. I suppose I’ll take on the burden with great pleasure.”

“Not on your life, Ingleside.” I hissed, feeling my limbs grow weak from fighting. He must have known I was getting tired because I could feel his excitement ramp up even further. 

He winked at me, chuckling, “I hope you never change, babygirl. I want nothing more than to dominate the fight out of you.”

I had to hurt him in some way or fashion. Wound him completely. Men of lesser extent would scatter at the thought of their ego being bruised.

Fighting dirty was a woman’s job. 

“I guess you couldn’t put your skills to good use, like on your wife.” I fired back, watching his eyebrows slightly curve at the rebuttal, “Or is that something else you can’t measure up to?”

His fingers curled against my chin, making me hitch a little in my breath. I hoped I struck a nerve in the son of a bitch. 

“Now that,” Ingleside flicked his syllables a little, “Wasn’t very nice, Princess. You’re just a silly little girl throwing out mean comments on a whim. Daddy will have to teach you not to be so rude.”

His right hand slithered over the front of my panties, slipping inside as I struggled. I shuddered hard, feeling his thick digits touch me. 

“No…no, please…”

Ingleside slid into my tight slit, stretching me as I squirmed. He started to forcibly thrust within me, making me moan unintentionally. 

“Tight little pussy you have…” He cooed in my ear, “Daddy is going to have so much fun taking all your tight holes. I am going to teach you how to be a good babygirl and give it up to Daddy when he wants it.”

His fingers hurt! I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to focus on anything else but the swift movements in my lower half. 

“Now, what do we say to our Daddies when we feel good like this?” Ingleside taunted me, keeping me steady. 

I shook my head, fighting back the embarrassed tears from my eyes but I couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped my lips. 

Ingleside could smell my moment of vulnerability. He must have schemed a thousand different ways to exploit my weakness. 

“Ah, ah, ah!” He scolded me, pressing his fingers against the wall of my tight cavern, “What do we tell Daddy?”

I squirmed again, feeling childish that my bare bottom was lifted towards him. Ingleside curled his fingers inside me, making my leg jerk in shock. 

“Godda–fuck you!” I half shouted, attempting to hide my growing and forced arousal. He hummed a bit, perhaps ascertaining my state for weaknesses. 

“That is not what we tell Daddy.” Ingleside chided, his words cool as a cucumber, “That’s not what we tell Daddy at all.”

I could feel blood rushing to my brain from fear and hate. He removed his fingers from me, readjusting his position.

Before I knew it, Ingleside slid my panties all the way down my legs and tossed them behind him. I don’t know how he did that with my legs restrained!

“My Princess…” 

His head ducked between my legs and I cringed a little, feeling his fingers and mouth on my special areas. My body grew hot, suddenly liking the attention that was forcibly bestowed on me. 

He tongued my entrance, making me cry out in pleasure as I allowed him full access. God’s above, this man had a good mouth!

“You want me, don’t you?” He teased, his canines gleaming, “You want to feel so good, don’t you? Daddy can do that for you.”

I felt his ministrations again, making me attempt to close my knees to no avail. Ingleside dove into me again, lapping up my juices as if it was the first drink in a hot desert. 

He spread apart my little folds, rubbing and suckling on my clitoris as I wormed around. It was hard to think that only fifteen minutes ago, I was fighting like hell but now I was his docile little lamb.

I felt the waves of climax hit me. No. This couldn’t be happening…

“Say who your Daddy is.” Ingleside demanded, toying with my release. 

“No.” I tried to put up the last fight but Ingleside merely tilted his head. He seemed amused I was trying so hard. 

“I have exactly what you need, Princess, to change your mind.” My intruder said as he undid his pants, pulling out his cock. 

For the first time, I was mesmerized. The member was large and thick, just enough to easily get a woman off without trying. The head of his dick was wide and eagerly drooling precum. 

Ingleside slid his cock just at my entrance, taunting me relentlessly. I gasped slightly, feeling my pussy drool for him. He gingerly ran the head against my yearning lips, just barely edging in. 

I was so wet and…and…

“Please fuck me. Please.” I begged, hearing myself grovel. 

“Who is your Daddy?” His words were stern.

“You’re…you’re my Daddy.” I moaned with tears falling, “Ah! Just let me cum! You win! Please, I want…!”

Ingleside had such a grin on his face that it made me sick. He relished my words like a savory slab of meat. 

I was somewhat surprised he wasn’t rubbing in my surrender. Then again, he had all the free time in the world to slowly remind me of what I had done. 

“Attagirl.” Ingleside praised me, “You’re all mine.”

He forced himself down my insides, making me gasp in relief as his cock filled me up. The restraints gave no quarter as Ingleside took the opportunity to do what he wanted–to fuck me up. 

The slamming of his hips made me unfocused, completely brainless, as Ingleside fucked me. My cries and yelps spurred him on as he claimed every inch of me. 

“Goddamn, this is the best pussy I ever had.” He grunted, “You’re gonna give this to Daddy every night. Good girl! Squeeze around me! Give up! I love it when you give up!”

I hated to admit but I was growing to like it too. 

“Daddy, please…please…” I groaned in heat. The name made him pounce even more. 

The bed was shifting under our weight as he roughed me up good. I wanted to be his all night. 

“Call me Daddy again.” Ingleside pulled my hair, his hot breath on my skin, “Keep calling me Daddy. Get your Daddy off, Princess!”

“Daddy…Daddy…” I obeyed, “Daddy, I’m cum…ming…!”

He increased his pace as I orgasmed hard. I could see stars as my body convulsed with pleasure. I was Daddy’s Princess slut, fucking him like a whore. 

Ingleside shot his load inside of me, creaming my hole as he grunted “Princess” under his breath. The slick cum slipped out of me, making me feel small as he moved around me. 

I lost and he won. I had gotten myself a Daddy against my will. 

“See? Wasn’t so hard.” Ingleside kissed my ear, making me flinch, “You’re going to be my special little girl.”

I felt him grab my hair, pulling my neck away so he could easily bite down hard on my skin. I could feel his canines dug through my helpless flesh, leaving marks.

I regretted coming home instead of going out. 

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