A literotic sexstories: The game part 2 by ErisDiscordia
I didn’t open my eyes as his shadow fell across me. His anger seethed, boiling off of him in palpable waves. He waited in silence for me to acknowledge his presence and I knew his fury was growing with each second that I didn’t. I couldn’t help the slight smile that curved my lips.
Without even seeing him I could feel his body tense. “I’m pregnant,” I said softly, my eyes still closed.
That was surprise number one and I knew it quenched some of the fire fueled by his rage at my disappearance three days before. I heard him move and when I finally opened my eyes he was standing by the rail looking at the spectacular view. I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the deck chair and rose gracefully to my feet.
Barefoot, I padded silently to stand beside him. I watched otters frolic around the floating platform anchored fifty feet from the end of our dock, waiting for him to speak. He leaned against the wooden rail, his elbows resting on top it as he stared toward the distant shore on the other side of the lake.
“Just because I’m not going to beat you while you’re pregnant doesn’t mean I won’t find other ways to hurt you,” he said after a long silence. He continued to stare out over the water.
“I know,” I said smiling softly.
He gave me a sidelong glance. I turned my back to the rail and leaned against it. Nick straighten up, his eyes running over my bikini clad body taking in the fullness of my breasts and the gentle swell of my belly. His gaze wandered to my hips. The flirty little ruffle skirted bottom of my swimsuit left very little to the imagination.
He lifted me to sit on the rail and pushed my knees apart to stand between my thighs, his hands on my back at my waist. I leaned back in his strong arms as he bent to press his lips against my abdomen just below my navel. It was easily a twenty foot drop to the shale covered ground that sloped sharply away toward the lake. I knew Nick wasn’t going to let me fall.
He lifted his head and looked into my eyes. “Don’t ever do that to me again,” he said huskily.
“I emailed you to tell you where I was,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“And then didn’t answer your phone or email for the next three days,” he said, his hands sliding to the hook on the back of my top. “It’s too isolated for you to be here alone. Especially now.”
He unfastened the hook and slid the straps down my arms. “I wasn’t alone,” I said as he disengaged my hands clasped at the back of his neck to pull the navy blue top off.
His eyes left my breast to return to mine. “What do you mean?”
I slid off the rail. “I have a surprise for you,” I said reaching for his hand to pull him toward the sliding doors into the cabin.
“I don’t like surprises,” he reminded me as I tugged at him.
“You’re going to love this one,” I promised as he began to reluctantly follow me.
Once inside I dropped his hand and skipped toward the the back of the house, glancing over my shoulder to see if he was still following before I disappeared into the guest bedroom. He was loosening the blue and gray striped silk tie as he crossed the living room and I realized he must have driven straight from the office. I smiled widely, knowing that in a few seconds he was going to know that everything I’d put him through the past few days was worth it.
Nick stopped dead in the doorway, staring at the girl I had bound naked to the sawhorse at the foot of the queen sized four postered bed. His eyes roamed her ripe young body. Her limbs tied tightly to the four legs, the crossbeam of the sawhorse pressing cruelly into her spine, her body was stretched beautifully. Her skin was taut, corrugated by her ribs, her breasts flattened to small round, mounds topped with tiny, pink buds. Her head hung down at one end of the beam. She’d been tied to it for several hours in anticipation of Nick’s arrival. She didn’t have the strength to hold it up anymore.
His eyes met mine across her body. “Where did you get her?” he asked drawing the tip of his finger from the base of her throat down to her navel. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the rapidly growing bulge under the gray fabric of his trousers. Her perfect, unmarred skin quivered at his touch.
“At the park near home,” I said smiling. “She was sleeping in the restroom.”
“Run away?” he asked.
“From Kansas,” I said grinning.
He lifted her head to inspect her face. A pretty girl, she had long, dark hair and huge, almond shaped, cinnamon brown eyes. They were focussed on Nick now and brimming with fresh tears. He caught one as it spilled from the corner of her eye and raised his finger to his lips to taste it.
“You’re not in Kansas anymore. Are you scared?” he asked her.
Her chin quivered. “Help me,” she said so quietly it was barely audible.
Nick chuckled quietly as he let her head fall back. The malicious sound sent a chill of excitement along my spine. He slowly circled the girl, his hand brushing my waist as he passed me. He stopped again at the opposite end of the beam, his lascivious gaze locking on the smooth, hairless slit at the apex of her silky thighs.
Her pale pink labia protruded slightly between the outer lips of her pussy like the folded petals of some exoctic flower. I could feel her body cringe as Nick’s hands parted her flesh to expose the tight opening of her vagina and the tiny bud of her clitoris peeking shyly from beneath it’s hood. I bit my bottom lip trying to hide my excitement as his forefinger flicked at the erect nub at the top of her slit before he drew it down to plunge it into her little cunt.
His eyes flew to mine as he encountered the obstruction I’d already known he’d find there. “How old?” he asked me.
I lifted the girl’s head. “Tell Daddy how old you are,” I ordered her.
“He’s not my daddy,” she said defiantly.
I wrapped her hair around my fist and pulled it hard. She cried out in pain. “Tell Daddy how old you are,” I demanded harshly.
“Thirteen,” she shrieked. “Please let me go.”
Nick was unbuttoning his shirt. “What’s your name, baby?” he asked as he shrugged it off and handed it to me.
“Jennifer,” she whimpered. “Please. Please let me go.”
I folded Nick’s shirt and laid it neatly over the back of the chair in the corner of the room. He unbuckled his belt and and rolled it up before holding it out to me. I put it on top of the dresser as he unbuttoned his trousers and opened the zipper. Jennifer was crying loudly, still pleading pathetically for her freedom.
He pushed his pants and undershorts down and pulled them off together. I picked them up and folded the pants along the crease, laying them on top of his shirt. Circling the weeping girl bound to the sawhorse, Nick paused by her head, stroking his hard cock. I licked my lips at the sight of the creamy, clear pre-cum oozing from the tip. He tapped her chin with the spongy, mushroom like head and she cringed, turning her face from him. He laughed and ran his hand over breasts. Her nipples hardened in response to his caress. Nick pinched them, twisting as he pulled the mounds of soft flesh into small, tight cones.
Jennifer screamed and tried to arch her back. Nick laughed softly and let his finger tips glide across her perfect skin as he continued around her tautly stretched body. Standing between her silky thighs he worked his finger between the puffy, rose colored lips of her pussy and began to slowly rub up and down.
The teenager jerked and moaned every time he stroked her clit. Nick pulled his finger away and closed his fist around his thick cock. He stroke it a few times then rubbed the head through the dampening folds of her vulva. The girl’s body stiffened as she strained against her bond, knowing what was coming next.
“Please don’t. Please don’t. Please don’t,” she chanted breathlessly.
Nick guided the head of his cock to the opening of her cunt. He groaned deep in his chest as he pushed it into her. His hands grasped her hips and his eyes locked on mine as he shoved the entire length of his raging cock into her virgin pussy, shredding her hymen.
Her body jerked as she screamed. Without a care for the freshly deflowered girl’s pain, Nick began to pound his dick into her bleeding vagina. I knelt by her head and pushed her up as far as I could so she could watch his cock ravage her cunt.
I kissed the side of her pretty, tear streaked face. “Tell Daddy how good it feels,” I whispered, my tongue flicking at the tears pooling in her shell like ear. “Tell him how much you like it.”
Jennifer just sobbed as Nick continued fucking her like he was possessed. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back hard. She shrieked in fear and pain as her neck was bent at an excruciating angle.
“Tell him,” I said roughly.
I lifted her head again. “It feels good,” she stammered through her sobs. “I like it. It feels good.”
“Call him Daddy,” I whispered against her ear. “Call him Daddy and beg him to keep fucking you. If you want to live through this, make me believe you mean it.”
She swallowed hard. “Please, Daddy,” she whimpered. “It feels so good. Please fuck me. Keep fucking me.”
Nick’s fingers dug into her hips and she cried out again. He drove his hard cock as far into the little teenager’s cunt as he could. Jennifer grunted when the head of his penis slammed into her cervix each time he bottomed out in her pussy.
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