\*Author's Note: Critique and commentary is always very welcomed! Any ideas of what you'd like to see in the next chapter is also grand :) ***

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Em stood at the bathroom counter, combing her wavy hair into a low, loose ponytail, nearly ready for bed. She scrutinized her reflection in the mirror and crinkled her nose in apparent distaste. As her eyes scanned her body, she mentally cataloged each perceived flaw. Wearing her usual bedtime attire of a tight black tank top and a plain pink thong, she felt exposed and insecure.

She raised her right hand to her opposite shoulder, squeezing lightly at the bone. "I wish my shoulders weren't so wide," she thought. 

She then wrapped her hands around her ribcage, noting how they stuck out, and pressed gently, as if she could reshape them. Her hands slid down to her stomach, coming to rest on the small pouch of fat on her lower abdomen. She pinched the soft skin, sucked in her stomach, and furrowed her brow in frustration. Em blew out her breath dramatically, her cheeks puffing as she exhaled through tight lips. Her hands reached her hips, fingers tracing the dip between her hipbone and leg. They continued downward until she had a palmful of her thighs in each hand.

Lowering her head, she pinched the fat on her inner thigh painfully. She raised her eyes to the mirror once more, grimaced, and turned on her heel to leave the bathroom. She barely took a step before colliding with Dan, her arms flying up to brace against the impact. At home, Em often lost track of her surroundings, withdrawing into her thoughts. Tonight was no exception, and she hadn't noticed when Dan entered the bedroom, stopping outside the bathroom door. Unbeknownst to her, he had observed her entire insecure body-check.

"Oh! Hi!" She chirped in surprise, her voice half an octave higher than normal.

He gazed down at her, arms crossed, with a contemplative expression. His jaw flexed, and she noticed the hardness in his eyes, her own widening in response. She took a step back instinctively, her hands still raised in defense. 

Dan briefly closed his eyes, blowing out a small sigh through his nose before speaking. “What was that?” He asked flatly. 

“Oh, fuck," she thought as she dropped her arms, taking another step back. Her ass still stung from her punishment earlier in the day. Em knew not to keep things from him, but she didn't want to burden him with her body issues. She quickly weighed her options and settled on playing dumb.

She cocked her head to the side, putting on a puzzled expression. "What do you mean, Daddy?" She smiled sweetly and leaned forward, hoping to disarm him. "I was getting ready for bed."

He narrowed his eyes and took a step forward, closing the gap between them. His hand wrapped around her throat, pulling her onto her toes and forcing their eyes to meet. He felt her swallow hard under his palm. “Don’t play dumb with me,” he said coolly, lowering his face to hers. “She doesn’t get to talk about herself like that, understood?” 

She pushed against his chest fruitlessly, but he easily captured her wrists in his other hand. “What are you talking about?! I didn’t say anything!” She argued, her voice strained under his hand. 

His grip on her throat tightened, and he shook her slightly, jerking her into his chest. “Understood?” He spat, his eyes burning through her. 

She trembled at his intensity, her mouth silently opening and closing silently. Em couldn’t seem to read his mood—was he angry, annoyed, or... horny? She suddenly became aware of his hard cock pressing against her abdomen. Her eyes widened ever so slightly. 

Dan didn't wait for her to answer.

He released her throat, grabbed her shoulder, and roughly turned her to face the mirror. He stepped forward into her, trapping her small body between his and the vanity. Em's cheeks burned with embarrassment, her eyes falling to the counter as she swallowed hard again. Playing dumb had failed, and she felt ashamed for being caught scrutinizing herself. The thought of causing Dan any stress or worry made her feel sick, but she also felt a slight relief that he didn't seem disappointed in her.

“Eyes.” Dan barked. Her eyes snapped to meet his in the mirror, her obedience outweighing her shame. “Don’t make me beat your ass again,” he warned. “What was going on in your head?”

Em’s gaze flickered between him and the counter, too nervous to maintain eye contact. She was having a hard time processing her thoughts, each one clouded over with a layer of fog. She could smell his cologne, feel the rise and fall of his breathing against her back, his body on hers overwhelming her senses. The girl squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, trying to turn away from the mirror; but grip on her shoulders tightened, and he leaned his full weight into her, his fingers digging painfully into her muscles. Em winced and lowered her eyes to the counter again, the gentle ache of his grip sending little sparks of pleasure to her core. 

“I, um… just don’t like my body…” She mumbled, her voice shaking. 

He sighed heavily and wrapped his arms tightly around her shoulders. He placed a tender kiss on the top of her head, the action contrasting heavily with his attitude over the past few minutes. He held her by the shoulders again and gave her a light squeeze before he slowly slid his hands down to her elbows. He drew Em’s arms behind her back, forcing her chest out, and hooked one arm through hers, restraining her. 

Em followed Dan’s every movement in the mirror, her mind whirring as she tried to make sense of the stark change in his demeanor. She watched as he brought his hand up to her face, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, and leaned forward to whisper, his words tickling her skin. “That's okay, babygirl. I love your body. It’s mine to enjoy—you just worry about what I think.”

He nipped at her ear, his teeth dragging lightly over the lobe. She took an unsteady breath, her back arching as she inhaled deeply. Her round ass pressed back into his pelvis, where his cock was beginning to strain against his jeans. Dan groaned quietly in her ear, his free hand splayed across her lower abdomen, driving her in his body harder. He kissed a trail from her jaw, his mouth traveling down the curve of her neck to her shoulders. Her head lolled back against him as he bit down hard on her tender skin, a quiet moan accidentally slipping past her lips.

“You… You make it hard to think, you know...” she muttered, leaning forward in an attempt to pull her arms away. His hold on her limbs tightened as he caught the skin of her shoulder between his teeth again, bearing down firmly. Em sucked in a sharp breath and twisted in his grasp, another futile shot at freeing herself. In her head, dark clouds began to roll in once more, a rapid flip-flop between wanting to be left alone to wallow in her insecurity and wanting to melt into his touch. Her self-doubt was winning out, causing a rising heat in her face. “Daddy, seriously, let me go!” She pleaded, her irritation apparent. 

Without warning, Dan straightened up, his arm dug painfully into her back as he forced her onto her toes again. His eyes flashed darkly as they met hers in the mirror, and he promptly brought his other hand up to her face, roughly hooking three fingers into her mouth, muffling the whine it drew from her. 

“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed, beginning to pump his fingers in and out of her lips. “You don’t need to think; you need to do as you’re fucking told.” 

She spluttered at his intrusion and jerked her head to the side, wrenching her body forward as she fought. He held her jaw unyieldingly, his fingers still accosting her mouth, when he suddenly released her arms and shoved his palm between her shoulders. He forced her to hinge over the countertop. His hand skated over the skin of her shoulders up into her hair, mashing her face down against the cool granite countertop. Goosebumps raised on her flesh, a shiver running up her spine. 

Dan ground his hips forward, his cock and the rough denim rubbing hard against her still-sore ass while he continued his ministrations on her mouth. His fingers slipped further toward the back of her throat on each instroke, and her resolve was beginning to crumble. The urge to fight and the need to submit raged against each other like wildfire, two flames merging into one in her head. A violent cough reverberated in her chest as Dan’s fingers brushed the back of her throat, and she heard him chuckle wickedly behind her.

With his hand still holding her against the counter, he stepped to the side, kicking her feet apart with his own. He pulled his fingers from her mouth, feathered them over the skin of her ass, and snaked down between her legs, brushing over the smooth cotton of her thong, sending a shiver down Em’s spine. She felt warm and damp under his fingertips, eliciting another soft laugh from Dan. One digit snuck under the edge of the fabric and dipped between her folds, coating his finger with her nectar, grazing gently over the hardening bud of her clit. His touch against the sensitive bundle of nerves caused her to twitch, a short puff of air coming from her nose as she tried to steel herself, determined to not let him break her down this time. She had dealt with her insecurities for a lifetime, and they were hers to handle. Letting him be privy to that side of her felt more vulnerable than she could manage.

With a tight hold on her hair, he tugged her head up until she was face to face with herself in the mirror. “Theeere she is... My pretty little whore,” he rasped, circling her clit slowly. She shuddered, her lips parting in a gasp of pleasure. 

She drank in the reflection of her captor. No amount of irritation could take away from the allure of his striking blue eyes that held a lifetime of stories. His strawberry blonde hair and gingery beard, peppered with flecks of white, added a rugged charm. A warm, easy smile crinkled the corners of his eyes, marking wisdom and years of laughter. To Em, he felt like home, knowing she would always be safe with him. He had an uncanny insight into her soul, knew how to toe the line, and he always had her best interests in mind—even when they pissed her off.

"Fuck, focus, goddamnit!” She seethed silently to herself, blinking rapidly to refocus her eyes and attention. Dan jerked her head again. “Look at yourself, slut. Look how good you look bent over for me.” 

She squeezed her eyes shut, the anxious side of the mental storm getting thunderously loud. The circles on her clit doubled in pace, a second finger joining the first before swiftly plunging into her tight hole, slowly pumping in and out of her. Her eyes popped open wide, and she gasped loudly, her hips bucking back involuntarily. What she saw in the mirror caused her to flush in embarrassment. Her hair was disheveled under his hand, a thin sheen of sweat prickling across her forehead and cheeks. Her mouth hung open in a silent moan, and her eyes looked glassy with a heady mix of desire and denial. Behind her, Dan wore a smirk of satisfaction as he watched her fight against herself, her pretty face scrunching up in frustration. 

Dan slowly withdrew his hand from her hair. “Don’t you dare look away,” he commanded as his hand fell to his belt, quickly loosening the buckle and pulling the leather from his waist. He pulled his fingers from her pussy and immediately presented them in front of Em’s face. Faster than she could turn away, he forced his slick fingers into her mouth, sloppily cleaning them off against her tongue. Her cheeks burned hot with shame at her mouth being violated that way, his angle making her unable to back away. 

When he was satisfied that his fingers were clean, he shifted his weight back onto her, pinning her once more against the counter. He looped his belt around her slender throat, creating a makeshift collar and leash. Dan let the belt fall slack, dropping its tail and raking the nails of both hands down her back, grabbing two handfuls of the soft flesh at her hips. His fingertips dug into her hipbones, and she watched her reflection bite her lower lip, stifling another gasp. 

“Goddamn, you are so fucking sexy,” he groaned, grinding his pelvis into her ass again. He was thoroughly enjoying watching his pet try to remain resilient against his advances. “Aren’t you, baby? You’re my pretty little girl, aren’t you?” He asked in a low voice.

Her eyelids fluttered, her expression softening at the edges as a result of his praise. She couldn’t ignore the fact that the growing heat between her legs was surpassing her attitude and trepidation. With each passing moment, he was making cracks in her resolve. 

He briefly pulled back from her, unbuttoned his jeans, and hooked his thumbs under them and his briefs. He pushed them down under his hips, and his dick sprang free of the fabric, a drop of precum glistening at the tip. Em’s arousal was equally apparent; the crotch of her thong darkened with her wetness. Checking her reflection, he watched as her eyes glazed over, a sure sign she was losing her internal fight. Dan yanked her thong to the side, exposing her smooth pink pussy, and wasted no time navigating his thick shaft between her legs, stroking across her soaking wet slit with his length while his hand came to rest on her ribcage. 

“Ohh…” she whimpered softly, near inaudibly, unable to resist rocking her hips in time with his slow thrusts. 

His hands felt warm on her torso as he tugged her body back rhythmically, that warmth seeming to radiate into her muscles. Her breathing slowed as she began to forget why she was resisting in the first place. Dan made her feel so good... Even when she didn’t like her body, he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off her. She felt his hand glide from her rib to her hip, his long fingers wrapping painfully tight around her hipbone, his palm firmly in the dip she had been judging not long earlier. 

“I guess that’s a pretty good grabbing spot…” She pondered while another whimper escaped her. Her head started to fall forward, but before her cheek could land touchdown on the countertop, the leather around her throat lost its slack, digging into her skin and forcing her head back up. All Em could do was grunt; the sound strangled and caught in her chest.

Dan pulled at the belt hard, yanking her torso to raise her up onto her elbows, a position she would have to maintain if she wanted to breathe. When she had steadied herself in this pose, he let up, allowing a bit of slack around her neck. Em gulped down air as the pressure lifted off her windpipe. Her eyes, wide as dinner plates with shock, connected with his in the mirror. Between her legs, her pussy pulsed, her arousal coating his shaft as he continued to thrust steadily, the head of his cock just parting her lips to brush teasingly over her clit.

“I asked you a question, babygirl." He prompted, unable to keep the smirk off his face. “You’re my pretty little girl, aren’t you?” He asked again, his fingers kneading into her hip.

Em hesitated before nodding. She angled her hips, desperate for more contact, but he tugged abruptly at the belt, a reminder of who held the power. 

“Say it. I want to hear you say it; what are you?” He demanded. The movement of his hips slowed and shortened until his swollen glans was gliding back and forth over her clit incessantly. 

She panted underneath him, her shoulders rising and falling with her shallow, rapid breathing. By this point, she had fully surrendered to him, her desire to please far too powerful to ignore. “I…mmph…I’m y-your pretty- fuck-” She stumbled over her words, a shock of pleasure short-circuiting her brain every time he bumped over her sensitive spot. 

Several minutes passed with her writhing and gasping, struggling to get herself under control. Dan enjoyed watching her squirm, but he had a goal and intended on making her squirm a hell of a lot more once he’d met it. He drew his hips back, the head of his cock barely making contact with her needy sex. His hand rubbed up and down her side from shoulder to ass, following every rise and valley on her soft form. The strict leather of his belt contrasted beautifully with his loving caress.

Her uneven breathing was the only sound cutting the silence in the room. He leaned forward over her back, the belt buckle clanking noisily as he freed her throat. He discarded the belt to the side and slid his hand up her side and under her arm, his fingers ghosting over the delicate skin of her breast, continuing up until his palm came to rest under her jaw. He held her there, using his thumb to turn her face and attention back to her own reflection. His mouth only inches from her ear; his breath sent shivers through her once more.

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice just above a whisper. 

For once she didn’t hesitate, the words falling out of her before she could form a clear thought. “I’m your p-pretty little girl, Daddyyyy-” Her words devolved into a desperate whine, a wordless plea thick with desperation. 

At that, he pushed forward hard, sinking the entire length of his erection into her cunt, her soft walls gripping him tightly. He bottomed out in her, the plump cushioning of her asscheeks hitting his pelvis, and circled his hips, grinding hard against her cervix. “Goooooood girl,” he groaned pridefully, his hold on her throat tightening. “My gorgeous fuckdoll... What do good girls get, angel?”

A broken cry burst from her lips as he stretched her so quickly. She was incredibly wet for him; there was no friction or resistance, but his size made her feel as though she’d been impaled. Each circle of his cockhead against her core sent a torturous wave of deep ache and hot pleasure through her body, drawing lengthy moans and pathetic squeaks out of her. She drug her heavy-lidded green eyes up to meet his in the mirror, drunk with desire. 

“Daddy’s…Daddy’s cock…” She spoke on an exhale, her voice weak and unsteady. She pushed her hips back against him, moaning low in her chest. 

“That’s right.” He smiled at her reflection, and through her fog, she took note of the hardness still lingering under his expression.

He released his chokehold on her throat and brought both hands to the globes of her ass as he stood upright, spreading her cheeks as he slid almost entirely out of her pussy. What a beautiful view he had, her pussy stretched taut around his girth, every inch glistening with her cream. Without any further hesitation, he slammed his hips forward again, plunging his throbbing cock mercilessly into her, eliciting a magnificent squeal of pleasure from his pet.

He pistoned in and out of her, her ass and hips rippling violently with every thrust. Her sounds quickly shifted from mewls into full-throated moans, each one forced out of her from his ministrations. Dan watched her reflection with rapt attention, savoring the flush across her cheeks and the way she bit her lip in wanton lust. Em rutted back to meet his thrusts, moaning on every exhale, desperate to take every inch of him she possibly could. Lewd slapping sounds came from where their bodies connected, drenching both of their thighs in her juices. Dan wrapped one arm tightly around her waist. Using this new leverage to his favor, he slammed his cock into her over and over with abandon, his balls slapping obscenely against her clit. Her moans jumped in volume, her head falling forward into her hands.

“Eyes!” He growled, punctuating the word with a pause, bearing against her cervix on his instroke. She groaned lowly as her head tipped back again, her mouth hanging open. She struggled to maintain his gaze, her eyes rolling back into her head and drifting shut periodically, but he was proud to see her trying. He brought his other hand up and reached around between her legs. He used two fingers to rapidly stroke her clit as he resumed his assault on her tight hole, causing her to buck back hard and cry out again, her brows knitting together.

"Good giiiirl,” He cooed, feeling her pussy begin to contract around his member. “You want to cum for me, baby?”

She nodded aggressively, feeling tension building in her stomach. Her muscles tightened, slowly but surely. Her knees felt weak, and her legs began to tremble as he took what he wanted from her. “P-please…” She whimpered.

“Then beg me, baby.”

And fuck, did she. She began to babble, beautiful phrases about how his cock was so big in her tight cunt and how much she loved being a needy cumslut for him to use. She promised to be his fuck toy all night, filled to overflowing with his load, if he would only let her have one single release. After a few minutes of bouncing back on his thick cock, begging to be filled and bred, she was teetering precariously on the edge of her orgasm. Pleading was all she had left in her as her entire body shook with the effort of holding herself back. 

“PLEASE! Please, pleasepleaseplease, Daddy, pleeease!!!” She sobbed, her voice catching in her throat.

An evil grin lit his face. “Cum for me. Milk my cock with that perfect cunt, you fucking whore.” He drove his words home with powerful thrusts that pushed her over the edge and caused her world to come undone.

Every muscle in her body tensed as her pussy squeezed, vice-like around him, increasing the stimulation even more. She moaned loudly as wave after wave of immense pleasure rolled through her, alighting every nerve with electricity. He didn’t let up his attention on her clit, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers. Her heartbeat roared in her ears. She writhed and shook with force. She was on an island of ecstasy, completely unaware of anything around her as her pussy contracted over and over on his erection, sending gushes of her cum to drip down their thighs. Her body went limp, supported only by his arm and the counter. With a quick, sharp smack between her legs, he withdrew his hand and wrapped both arms around her body. She gasped sharply but only twitched at the impact, her body too spent to recoil properly.

Dan doubled his pace, slamming his dick into her impossibly fast and hard. She was vaguely aware of his breathing getting ragged behind her while he used her body for his pleasure. She felt his cock harden even further inside her. Whimpers and whines sprung from her in a constant stream, her body rocking under the force of his barrage. She sucked in a deep breath and used all of her remaining focus to string together a sentence. 

“Thank you, Daddy…” She mewed weakly. “P-please, Daddy… Breed me… Fuck, please breed me…”

Dan held her hips in an unbreakable grip, pushing himself harder, deeper, faster into her swollen and sensitive pussy. He thrust relentlessly, an animalistic groan coming from deep in his chest. His cock twitched inside her, and he rammed his head into her cervix one last time, holding her there, her ass pressed hard against his hips. She felt the heat of his cum flooding her insides, the feeling drawing a deep sigh of satisfaction from her. He shot rope after rope of his seed deep inside of her until she could take no more, both of their cum leaking around his length. He let his body drop down, draping himself over her back and breathing heavily in her ear. She could feel his heart beating erratically against his chest. 

After a few minutes of silence, broken only by their labored breathing, he slowly slid his cock out of her velvety slick cunt, a trickle of their cum creating a stream down her leg. Em’s eyes fluttered closed. Dan guided her by her shoulder to stand straight, turning her to face him. She leaned her forehead against his chest, her brain blissfully silent. Dan put his hands around her waist and lifted Em easily, sitting her on the counter in front of him. Her body loose and willing, she relented to his movements without protest and simply draped her arms around his shoulders. He brought his hand up to cup her cheek. His thumb lightly traced her skin, and his serious eyes searched her face as they often did, analyzing what lies behind her expression. 

Her thick hair cascaded over her shoulders in messy waves, framing her face. He peered long and deep into her green eyes, needing to know where her head was at. Within them he found a serene calmness he only got to see when they were like this, alone and in the throes of passion. He couldn’t help but smile a bit. His eyes drifted lower, noting the pink flush of her cheeks as he passed over them to the delicate smile on her plush lips. His eyes lingered there momentarily before he drew her in for a chaste kiss. He caught her eye again, and his smile widened as the flush across her cheeks and nose deepened, and her little smile turned shy. 

“Hi~” Her voice was soft and sweet, and she quickly turned her head as she broke out in giggles, bringing both hands up to cover the lower half of her face. 

Dan swiftly caught both wrists and held them back, away from her face. “Hey, pretty girl.” He said warmly. He tugged her wrists, pulling her toward him, until he could meet her halfway. He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her deeply and deliberately, each movement filled with a blend of softness and intensity. Em melted into the kiss. A few short moments later, he broke away and brought a hand up to hold her face again. 

“Come on, beautiful." He nodded his head toward the shower. “Let’s get you cleaned up and into bed.” 

Em blinked at him a few times, her eyes staying closed just a touch too long each time, sleepiness starting to settle over her. Once she had processed his words, she nodded slowly. 

“Okay…” she murmured, pausing briefly. “Hey Daddy?"

He smiled again. “Yes, babygirl?”

“I love you.” 

He chuckled and stroked her hair back from her face. “I love you too, pet. Every part of you.