Olivia - No safe word for my perfect whore

Olivia - No safe word for my perfect whore
"What do you care what I think? You're going, you're staying. Do you even know where you'll wake up tomorrow night?" I threw back at him, slamming my hands onto his chest.

"You don't know if daddy wants to fuck you tonight, baby girl?" he asked, ignoring my outburst and sliding the thong I had on under the many layers aside. "You think you get to have a thought, a dream, a nightmare in which you're not mine? My stupid, perfect whore," he barked as his mouth laid open kisses on my neck, voice thick with need.

He slid a finger into my pussy.

"All I've ever been is yours, you dick. All my dreams are about us," I said, throwing my brother's passed out form a look as Harmon's finger pumped in and out of me.

"Then why can't you tell him I'm fucking you?" Harmon returned back, a second finger joining the first, then a third.

"Fuck, shit. Shut up, Harmon. You'll wake him up," I said with a hiss, my voice low.

The moans and pants were a different thing. High on emotion and need, I couldn't hold them back or even stifle them. They filled the room as I watched my brother sleep, terrified of him catching us like this.

"You're arguably louder, baby girl," he said smugly as he grabbed my jaw and turned my face towards him. "Daddy's dick's about to fill your cunt. I think it's best you stop gawking at your brother. Don't you, baby girl?"

That annoyingly smug smirk. Wild eyes boring into mine as he slid a fourth finger into my moistening pussy.

"Shit, that's, fuck," was all I could say as he fingered me with reckless abandon, no regard for the fact that he was practically fisting my pussy.

I told myself I'd stop begging, but the craving for his love was a dangerous thing. It engulfed my very being more and more every day. Not even ten years was enough time to make it stop. His love was a lifelong infection. A terminal condition.

Couldn't stop. Would never stop. How dare he not love me back? Just once. Despite four fingers repeatedly pounding my cunt, I needed him to hear it.

"Please don't go. Just. Don't. Leave. Me. I lo—" I whimpered, moments before his mouth covered mine again.

"Take daddy's dick out, Olive," he mumbled into my mouth as I started riding his pumping fingers. "Do you know what it means to me if he knows about us, baby girl? I want him to wake up and see so he'll fucking know."

"You are going, aren't you? Not now, but you are going. I know you are," I insisted as I gave up resisting and slid my hand down his boxers, freeing his hard dick. "You're going and —" I choked, frustrated with him for denying me the chance to tell him I loved him.

He knew I was trying to tell him. Cut me off on purpose. Wouldn't say it. Wouldn't hear it.

"You're not coming back, are you?" I said, fighting the tears as he eased his fingers out of me and I rushed to replace them with the tip of his dick.

Both overly eager to have him inside me, our hands overlapped over his dick to get it into me. Once the first few inches were inside me, he grabbed my hips. He slammed me right down the considerable length of his dick in one fluid motion.

"Chaaaaaaannnnnncccccceeee," I screamed blue murder, my back arching, head falling back as my mind went blank and my body flooded with pleasure laced with pain.

He just sat there and watched, holding onto my hips as my pussy threatened to cum, slight tremors already washing over me.

"Once we tell him, we're permanent," he finally said, relief and bliss crossing his face as he gripped my hips to withdraw and thrust back into me.

"You're going to send me away," I whined, then wailed as he slammed into me again. "I don't want to go. Don't make me go," I couldn't stop myself from crying out as I grabbed onto his shoulders and slammed my body down onto him.

"Fuck, that's amazing. Do you think I'm capable of fucking parting with you now? Didn't you damn well see me try? Over and over," he said, his hips hammering up into mine as we met in the middle, forcing our bodies to collide repeatedly. "Even the fear in Will's eyes as he begged me to send you home for your safety wasn't enough to make me let go."

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. I kept up with him, riding his dick until his powerful body overwhelmed mine. Then I just let go, body hovering over his as his arms wrapped around my middle and he fucked me like a rag doll.

"Why not?" I asked, dazed, throat dry from moaning and harsh, ragged breathing.

"Stop fucking crying before daddy gives you something to cry about. Damn it, stop crying over me," he thundered, grabbing my thighs.

He lowered my back down onto his pants, yanked on my thighs and plowed back into my pussy.

Not drunk tonight. I made sure of it. No buzz from the booze to soften the blow of his brutal dick fucking me.

"The tears will never stop if you disappear, Harmon." I sobbed, a ruined mess as he pounded into me.

Disorientated and overwhelmed by his urgent, frantic thrusts, I closed my eyes, surrendering all that I was to him. Letting him lay claim to me one more time.

"We're not a fucking greek tragedy, Persephone. Daddy gets what he wants, and what I want is you," he said, his voice low and strained, fingernails digging into the flesh of my thighs as he groaned in pleasure. "Fuck sending you away. I'll fucking keep you safe myself, Olivia. Keep your cunt fucked. Attend to your every whim," he persisted, the room starting to spin as my used body just lay there, receiving daddy's painful love, drinking it all in.

"I'll. S-sue. I-if. You. B-breach. Con-t-tract," I stuttered through sniffles and shallow breaths, my lungs burning by the end of it.

Last night's fuckathon. The harshness of his hurried hips as he plowed into me while I stared up at the ceiling. My body ached. Purple and blue bruises were showing up all over my body from where he gripped me while we fucked. The makeup around my neck was thick. Expertly applied. The mess he'd made of my neck scared the beautician I had to have cover up for me, lest I scared Will. Doing it myself wasn't cutting it anymore.

No solid ground beneath my feet. Legs on his shoulders. Completely at his mercy. My body was unraveling. Waves of pleasurably painful acceptance were washing over me. I didn't scream this time. Bit my tongue as the room split into infinite pieces and I came undone for him.

"So." Thrust. "Will." Thrust. A whimper from my trembling lips. "I," he said, choking on a chuckle as he thrust into me harder.

"Mercy, daddy, please. Chance, fuck," I cried out, whimpering and convulsing beneath him. "Need. Safe. Word," I noted, as my eyes rolled back in my head.

"No safe word for my perfect whore. Just more dick until I'm done with your pussy," he rasped, but somehow I knew it was over when he said, "Olivia," voice soft as velvet.

One word and the orgasm heightened. My already aching body cried out in unimaginable pain as unholy sensations flooded my pussy.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," I wailed, somehow finding the strength to send the words out into the night in spite of the disheveled mess I was.

"Permanent. For life, Olivia. You'll never leave my side. You fucking don't get a choice anymore," he groaned, shoving both hands under my head and steadying me so I'd look him in the eye as he flooded my insides with his cum.

"Neither. Do. You," I sassed, moments before the intense pain he had me in made me black out.