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“Daddy, please,” she whimpers, reading my expression perfectly, like the good girl she is. She’s always seen me, been able to read and understand me, and it’s just yet more evidence that she was made for me. Made to be mine.
Positioning myself between her legs, without warning, I enter her with a fierce thrust, claiming her in one swift movement. She screams, but it’s a scream of pleasure and ecstasy. As I continue to piston into her with wild thrusts, she cries out. We move together, our bodies tangled and intertwined, a savage, primal dance of desire and hunger. She’s mine now, completely and utterly, and nothing will ever change that.
She claws at my skin, breaking the surface so that my hot blood kisses the goosebumps covering my flesh, marking me as hers as much as she’s mine.
The possessiveness just makes me move faster and harder, my mind consumed by the overwhelming desire to make her mine in every way possible. I can’t stop. I could be hurting her, but I can’t stop. I need this, need her, need to possess her completely.
She screams my name, her body convulsing beneath me as I push her to the brink of ecstasy. I know that she’s close, so close, and I want nothing more than to make her come undone.
I sink my teeth into the tender flesh at her neck, piercing her skin and drawing a gasp from her lips. The metallic taste of her blood on my tongue only fuels my desire, pushing me closer to the edge.
Her body shatters beneath me, the waves of her orgasm crashing over us both. With one final thrust, she shatters again, her body tensing and releasing around me as she cries out my name once more.
I want nothing more than to fill her, to brand her from the inside out as mine, but not before I taste her sweet release.
I pull out of her, my cock still hard and throbbing with need. I guide her hips up towards my face and bury my face between her legs. Her scent is even more intoxicating up close, her juices coating my tongue and sending a shiver down my spine.
With a deep animalistic growl, I devour her, my tongue lashing at her clit, my fingers buried deep inside her. She writhes and moans beneath my touch, her body trembling with pleasure. I can feel my own release building, the need to claim her driving me towards the edge.
As she reaches her peak once more, I feel my own climax rushing towards me. With a final, guttural cry, she explodes, her hot cum flooding my tongue and flooring me with taste.
I suck her dry, lapping at her like a man starved, until she’s writhing beneath me and begging me to fill her.
I line my aching cock up at her entrance and wait.
Her heavy lids open and she blinks up at me, desperate need shining in her eyes.
“Daddy, please—”
That’s as far as she gets. I slam home, making her scream and pull me closer. It only takes a few savage thrusts before I follow her over the edge, my own release tearing through me as I empty myself inside her, with a silent, primal roar.
We lie there, panting and spent, our bodies entwined in an intimate embrace. She’s mine now, and nothing will ever change that. I’ll never let her go. And if she tries to run from me, I’ll hunt her to the ends of the Earth and bring her back again, kicking and screaming if I have to.
We stay like that for a while, our bodies entwined and slick with sweat, the only noise is the ragged sound of our breathing.
Finally, I pull away from her, a satisfied grin on my face. She looks up at me, her eyes heavy with pleasure, and I know that we’re both thinking the same thing: This is only the beginning.
HIS AFTERCARE IS TOP NOTCH
‘MAD HATTER’ – MELANIE MARTINEZ
KOOKABURRA
Ifloat back to the asylum, on a blissful cloud, my hand in Hatchet’s the entire time. I shiver in my hoodie, which is thankfully long enough to cover me to mid-thigh, thanks to Daddy Hatchet shredding my clothes like tissue paper.
He knows the woods like the back of his hand, and what seemed like a labyrinth to me, seems crystal clear to him as though he’s reading a map.
“I never would have found my way back alone, would I?” I ask, chuckling. Hatchet gives me an indulgent smile but doesn’t say a word. I didn’t expect him to. I may have joked that I have a magical pussy, I didn’t expect him to have one taste and suddenly become loquacious.
As we approach the asylum, the air grows thick with the scent of disinfectant and antiseptic. Hatchet tightens his grip on my hand, as if bracing me for what’s to come. I can’t help but feel a sense of dread creeping up my spine.
But Hatchet seems unfazed. In fact, he’s wearing a mischievous grin as he leads me through an unknown back entrance of the asylum, as though he’s done this a hundred times before. The halls are eerily quiet, save for the sound of our footsteps echoing off the walls.
Suddenly, Hatchet pulls me into a stairwell and shuts the door behind us. I can barely see his face in the darkness, but I can sense his excitement.
“Why did you bring me in here?” I whisper, my heart racing. In response, he presses a finger to my lips.
He leans in close, his warm breath tickling my ear. He takes my other hand and places it on his chest, where I can feel his heart beating rapidly. I can’t help but feel a sense of exhilaration as I realise what’s about to happen.
