Dark Fetishes Vol. 1 : (DARK EROTICA): Taboo Erotica (DARK EROTICA SERIES) Read online

  Daddy's fingers gently massaged their way up my thighs and to my soaked lips, pushing and prodding between the folds of skin to explore every bit of me. He asked warmly if I wanted more and I begged for him to keep touching. I wanted him to push me to the very edge of pleasure and possibly leave me there to be collected later by hedonists who were just like me. The firm touch of his hand to my clit was exhilarating, his fingers tenderly exposing my inner lips and causing me to shiver. His other hand gently rubbed my clit in tiny circles and I moaned, practically drooling against the black wood I was leaning against.

  While keeping my lips spread, Daddy inserted one finger and then two, taking time to lubricate them with my juicy nectar that was now flowing steadily from my body. Molten waves of pleasure washed over me, his fingers surging between my lips and reaching deeper each time. He pressed them deep and then wiggled them hard, eliciting rapid squeaks from my throat as I bucked into his hand. I couldn't control my body's reaction. I was teeming still from the high the leather had provided and now he was carrying me into a different world where pleasure and pain coexisted happily. My back was still stinging, but my hips were rattling to the beat of his fingers that dutifully dug into my flesh to find the orgasm hidden within.

  Without warning, my bucking turned to convulsions as Daddy continued to work his magical fingers inside my delectable opening, juices flooding his hand and spraying the cross in front of us. I threw my head back in blissful splendor as the sudden explosion rocked my core and forced me to cry out like a wounded animal. I pulled hard on the ropes, almost breaking free of them before the exquisite high leveled out and caused my body to collapse. My head lolled forward and he carefully cradled it between his wet hands as he planted kisses against my cheek and chin.

  “That was impressive, baby girl,” he whispered while undoing one of the knots. “Let's get you some water.”

  Daddy released me from the grip of the ropes that had now dented my flesh with a rigid pattern. The relief caused a heavy gasp and I rested my head against his shoulder as he carried me into the next room to spread me out on the couch. He gathered a few towels moistened with cool water which he placed carefully on my forehead after removing the masquerade mask. The inside of it was soaked in sweat and drool, my eyes fluttering as he laid more cool clothes along my body.

  “Anna?”

  Hearing my name had prompted panic to rise in my gut, the discovery of my identity nearly causing me to vomit. I stared up at Daddy who had a mixture of emotions filling his stern features, the once calm demeanor now featuring shock and excitement.

  “I'm sorry, Daddy,” I whispered between the cloths. “I didn't want to tell you who I was. I was afraid you wouldn't play with me.”

  Daddy ran his fingers through my hair and met my lips with a slow and sensuous kiss. Afterwards, he sat up and continued caring for my body before responding.

  “Just don't tell your mother about this.” Daddy said playfully.

  I giggled at the command, allowing the sentence to fill me with joy over my new secret. It was the ultimate sin and the most thrilling pleasure available, especially for such a naughty girl such as myself who was always chasing a high. This would be my new scene. I wouldn't have to attend weird parties seeking the pleasure that never stayed with me long enough to satisfy. The high I had achieved in that room was beyond the excellence any drunkenness could provide. It couldn't possibly compare. I didn't need to smoke or drink or pop strange pills. I didn't have to elicit favors from strangers anymore. My Daddy is my drug now. I don't need anything else.

  Chapter Four

  I thought seeing Daddy at home would be incredibly awkward, but it was rather comforting. After a long, hot shower and a sandwich, he poked his head into my room to check on me.

  “Anna,” he said softly from the doorway. “May I come in?”

  I nodded, hypnotized by the way his body confidently glided across the room and sat next to me on my bed. He placed his hand on mine that was gripping a brush so tightly it was causing my knuckles to turn white.

  “I implore you to keep this a secret between us,” Daddy said while massaging my tense fingers. “Because I don't want anyone getting hurt.”

  While he spoke, I studied the outline of his profile against the light of my lamp, noticing the finer details of his face now that we were in a brighter room. He was so handsome that he left me speechless. I became lost in the angular curve of his jaw and his thin lips that were moving slower by the minute. Before I knew it, I was leaning across the sheets to devour his mouth with my tongue, hoping maybe we could just romp around on the bed before my mother came home from work.

  Daddy chuckled and embraced me.

  “You are sweet, little one, but you have a lot to learn. I need you to pay attention,” he said playfully. “We must be discreet, but I'll take you with me every week to The Marble if you want to go. We can't risk doing anything in the house.”

  I nodded in agreement, but stopped when I had a thought.

  “Does this mean I'm no longer grounded?” I asked in my sweetest voice.

  Daddy raised a stern eyebrow in my direction, looking me over with tempted curiosity.

  “I think we can settle that punishment tomorrow night,” he replied with a smirk and firmly grabbed a portion of my bottom in one hand. “I'll make sure you remember it, too.”

  Elated, I groaned into his shoulder and inhaled the scent of his cologne that was still stuck to him even after his shower. I just wanted him to ravish me right here, but I knew better than to beg. He had shown me how he could torture and tease. My punishment for being bratty would definitely be heavy-handed and well-received, but I knew pushing him to play here might cause him to deny me pleasure altogether. I didn't want to risk that.

  Daddy left me to continue painting after bidding me goodnight. I kissed his cheek when commanded and sat back on the bed, blissful emotions coursing through my body at the sight of his muscular back leaving my room. Suddenly, I felt empty. I frowned at the canvas in front of me that was sparkling with explosive color. It wouldn't be long until we played again, so I wasn't sure why I was so upset. Tonight had provided an intense pleasure that would last me for a couple of days, I was sure of that. Even if it didn't, I could always make a phone call. Was I allowed to do that?

  When I had risen from the bed to go ask Daddy about seeing other people, I heard the front door open and my mother enter the house. I went out to the living room to greet her. She was surprised to see me awake, especially to welcome her home. I was feeling somewhat generous with my feelings and went to hug her.

  “What did I do? Have I died?” she jested.

  “No, I just want to apologize for the way I've been acting lately,” I responded. “I know it's been rough for you, too.”

  My mother's usual stern face suddenly went soft and she nodded, a smile cutting across her lips as she thanked me for the apology. She hugged me again and then went off to the room to change, likely ready to collapse after being on her feet at the hospital all night. It was very early in the morning and I needed to sleep as well. I wasn't even sure what had prompted me to apologize to my mother, especially after I had been so angry with her, but the whipping from earlier seemed to release those negative emotions I had been harboring for the past six months. Maybe this stuff would be my therapy and my redemption from the emotional turmoil I frequently felt. Maybe it could be something more than just pain.

  The next day, I woke up relatively early in the afternoon and ended up helping my folks clean around the house. It was certainly a change of my usual pace as I never liked getting my hands dirty with chemicals or dust. It impressed Daddy to see my improved attitude and he patted my bottom when my mother left the room which caused me to squeak. I turned to scold him about flirting with me in the house, but he silenced me with a heavy kiss that knocked me backwards into the wall. Shocked, I wiped my mouth and ran off to the bathroom to have some privacy.

  I couldn't possibly
handle him teasing me in this space, especially when he had expressly forbidden us from doing anything at home. He was being mean. I liked it. When I had fully composed myself, I came back out and helped my parents with the rest of the chores before settling in for dinner. After eating, I retreated back to my room for more painting while my mother got ready for another night shift. I waited in hot anticipation after hearing the front door close, hoping Daddy would coax me out of my room and accompany him again to that wonderful building where my fantasies awaited.

  When I was done painting, I put my supplies away and went to wash up. Daddy met me in the hall with a gift bag in his hand that was covered in pink bows. I excused myself to wash my hands first because I didn't want to stain the pretty bag, and Daddy followed me into the bathroom. He seemed so eager to show me that he didn't wait for me to turn, but pulled the present out of the wrapping before I was finished washing. It was the most beautiful purple collar with a little bell and charm attached that said his name. I couldn't help turning without drying my hands and wrapping my arms around him in a fit of joy.

  “Oh, I love it!” I yelled as he started wrapping it around my neck. “Do I get to wear it out?”

  “Yes,” he responded. “That way everyone knows you belong to me.”

  I admired the collar in the mirror while wiping my hands on a towel. It made me happy to belong to him, to be his toy. I looked forward to all the ways he was going to use me tonight and in the future.

  “I have a question: am I allowed to play with other people?” I asked, suddenly remembering my curiosity from last night.

  Daddy stopped for a moment, considering the question with some serious thought. I didn't exactly expect him to share, but Charlotte was so appealing to me that I wanted to make sure I wasn't crossing any barriers before coming on to her.

  “Who has your interest?” Daddy asked, rubbing my shoulders gently.

  “Charlotte – Mistress Lolita,” I replied. “She was the one who gave me the outfit and who showed me around and told me about everything.”

  Daddy smiled fondly at the mention of Charlotte's formal name and shook his head.

  “She would pick up on you being new. I think that's okay, actually,” he said. “As long as you report back to me by the end of the night.”

  I blushed and smiled, bowing my head and allowing my hair to cover my face. Daddy lifted my chin and brushed my hair behind my ear while resting his head on top of my head.

  “Go change into something really pretty and we'll leave soon,” he said while stroking my cheek. “We still have to put you through training.”

  Excited, I ran off to my room to choose an outfit I thought was pretty enough for Daddy. I dug through my closet until I found one of my favorite dresses: a white halter with pink roses lining the bottom, something Daddy's little girl would wear. As I slipped it on, Daddy entered the room and admired me from the doorway. I watched him watching me in the mirror. He smiled.

  “That looks beautiful on you, baby girl,” he said.

  I loved the way that nickname sounded coming from his mouth. It made me feel special and cherished. The way it rolled off his tongue and hit my ears made me shiver all over while making my lower lips quiver. It was amazing what that simple word did to me. Before we left, I applied some make-up to my face and packed a backpack with a change of clothes. There were plenty of towels at the club, but I packed one of my own anyway just because it made me feel more comfortable. We arrived and I was formally introduced to the gargantuan man who I had encountered the night before, Jeff. He didn't seem so menacing this time as he stooped gently to give me a hug and I felt exceptionally welcomed.

  While settling into one of the rooms, Charlotte found us and asked Daddy kindly if she could borrow me for an hour. Daddy agreed and winked at me as she tugged me away, chatting on about her new toy. I wasn't even sure what exactly she was talking about, but I was excited to have her hands all over my body while admiring my dress. She pulled me into the same room from yesterday and sat me on the bed, a repeat of the previous night. Before I could even say hello, she pulled up her skirt to reveal the most brightly colored strap-on I'd ever seen in my life.

  I was surprised by the girth of it, wondering if it would even fit inside me. I voiced this concern out loud and it was met with a maniacal giggle.

  “There's only one way to find out,” Charlotte said mischievously. “Lay down for Mistress and spread those beautiful legs.”

  “Yes, Ma'am,” I replied, trying to remain formal.

  I was sure this would be similar to my encounter with Daddy and that I would have the same pleasurable response to her as I did him. While I have experienced girls before, I've never experienced a woman, especially one as delectable a creature as Mistress Lolita who stood easily on two incredibly tall stilettos with the same ease as a ballerina. She was absolutely amazing.

  Mistress knelt on the bed while massaging the dildo in her right hand, unzipping her skirt with her left hand and tossing it aside carelessly. As she stroked, she licked her lips and commanded me to lift my dress very slowly so she could enjoy the view of my sweet fruit appearing for her to eat. I obeyed and dragged the cloth across my skin, relishing the sound of her hissing as my beautiful peach came into view. She leaned towards my thighs in awe of my juicy lips that were already dripping with nectar for her to lick. Mesmerized, I watched her tongue unfurl from her mouth and slowly lap at my engorged clit, arching my pelvis forward as I was eager to feel her warm mouth devour me.

  As Mistress gently caressed my lips with hers, I trailed my fingers up to my breasts and popped them out of my dress. I massaged each nipple in slow circles to the rhythm of her tongue that dipped and dived around my clit. Her red lipstick was a striking contrast against my pale skin, her lips leaving remnants of the sticky gloss all along my hood and vulva. It felt like she was marking me and that made me feel special. I continued to roll my hips as she sucked and licked, the sensation of her soft mouth utterly unique. The light from the corner lamp perfectly outlined her voluptuous hips that rocked back and forth as she stroked her dildo. When she had finished tasting me, she sat up and demanded that I lick the mess from her lips like a good girl.

  I sat up and licked every bit from her mouth, making sure not to leave one sweet stain behind. As soon as she felt satisfied with my cleaning, she flipped me over to my stomach and brushed the head of the dildo against my vulva that was still wet with her saliva and my fluid. I groaned at the motion, wiggling my bottom as she ran her hand up my spine to grip the back of my dress and hold me in place.

  “Stay still, little girl,” Mistress demanded. “I want to feel your insides.”

  I swooned at the sound of her commanding me, my bottom immediately stopping as her grip tightened on the back of my dress. As she eased her way between my silky lips, she smoothed her hand up to my shoulder and around my neck. The slight pressure caused me to gasp, my body abuzz with all sorts of titillating emotions. Her finger made its way up my neck and into my mouth, her voice behind me instructing me to suck as if it was my Daddy's cock.

  “Do you like sucking cock, baby girl?” she asked me sweetly.

  I moaned into her finger.

  “Don't speak with your mouth full,” said a voice from the doorway.

  Alarmed by the sudden disturbance, I looked over to find Daddy standing in front of the door with his cock hanging out of his jeans. His hands were firmly on his hips and his face was stern, as if he'd come across me being incredibly bad. Mistress slowly pulled her finger out of my mouth, but kept the dildo firmly lodged inside of me. I had stopped rocking against her hips, frozen in place by the frightening look on Daddy's face that made my lips twitch around the solid dildo occupying my wet pussy. He looked over the scene in front of him and groaned.

  “Yes, sir?” asked Mistress as she started to move her hips against my bottom. “Is there something that displeases you?”

  Daddy was silent for a moment as he gathered his
thoughts.

  “I just don't think she's enjoying this as much without my cock in her mouth. Don't you, Miss Lolita?” he responded while playfully stroking his chin.

  “I think we should fix that,” Mistress said. “Baby girl, open your mouth for your Daddy.”

  With some hesitation, I opened my mouth as Daddy walked over to the edge of the bed and started running his fingers through my hair. He smiled down at my exposed rump, the round bubble bouncing buoyantly as Mistress picked up her rhythm. While she slammed her hips into me, he smacked my bottom and then patted my mouth with his erect cock, my tongue lapping in response to the motion. I wanted to swallow him whole and show him how much I could take. It was such an innate desire to want to please him that came as naturally as needing to eat. I was so hungry and I needed Daddy to feed me.