TW/CW: I usually add all a story’s potential triggers as tags you can review at the end of the post, but since this story includes knife play and a bit more pain than my normal stories, I decided to add an extra warning here. Please play safely and responsibly. I do include clear consent among the characters, but check out my other work if you’re not in the right headspace for light sadism.
“Get on your knees,” you say suddenly, looking up from your book.
Outside, a thunderstorm has been raging since early afternoon, and our plans to go to the park were thwarted. Still, no use in pouting. The raindrops battering the roof and the crackling fire give us the perfect ambiance for an evening of reading together, you in your robe, reclined with a mug of tea, and me in my oversized sweatshirt and panties, nursing a hot chocolate with my bare legs folded beneath me.
“I want to finish this chapter,” I murmur, too absorbed in my story to notice that you are standing.
You clear your throat and I look up. You’re towering above me, eyes narrowed.
“Get on your knees, little one.”
I give you a half smile and go back to reading my book, taking pains to slowly lick my fingers and turn the page.
“I said I’m not done reading yet, Daddy.”
“Don’t make me ask again.”
“What if I do?” I ask, gaze glued to the page, but wanting so desperately to look up into your eyes. I can’t. I know I’ll break. I know if I look up at you, I’ll melt into the good girl you want me to be and sink to the ground. So instead, I keep my eyes steady on the page before me, reading the same few words over and over as I pretend to ignore you.
You’re quiet for a moment, perhaps confused at my sudden defiance. But then, you take the book gently from my hands, slip a bookmark in place, and toss it on the floor.
I wrinkle my nose. “Heeeeey.”
“I warned you not to make me ask again.”
“Okay, okay,” I say with a fake, exaggerated sigh as I get on my knees in front of you. “Like this, Daddy?”
You shake your head. “Oh, it’s too late now, princess. Good try. But I warned you.”
I cry out in surprise as you wrap your fist in my hair, roughly grab my arm, and pull me to my feet. You push me into the bedroom, ignoring my protests that I’ll be a good girl for you. I just needed a minute, I ramble and whine, to no avail. You’re now the one ignoring me, and I want to desperately for you to pay attention again. I need your recognition and praise, crave it as much as I crave being a brat.
“On the bed,” you mutter, barely looking at me as you push me onto the sheets. “Sweatshirt off. All fours.”
My mouth automatically opens to start bratting again, but I think better of it and instead follow your instructions. Besides, your attention is already elsewhere, digging through our special closet and pulling out toy after toy, so many that I start to get nervous.
“No. Face the wall,” you say, sitting on the chair in the corner but not looking up from your careful work of untangling one of the ropes we carelessly threw in the closet last time.
I turn, gaze on the wall in front of me. The wait is unbearable and I begin to wonder if you’ve left the room. I dare to turn my head for a peek. You’re sitting there, watching me. The long black rope is coiled at your feet like a snake, free from knots and waiting to strike. Your gaze was fixed on my ass, but my movement causes it to travel up my body and meet my eyes. You stare deep into them, not saying anything, and I blush and look away again. I hear you stand and walk to the edge of the bed.
“It’s no use being shy, little one. Come here.”
I turn and crawl to you. Your pants are already on the floor, and your cock strains against the thin cotton of your boxer briefs. You pull it out, thick in your hand, and rub the tip against my face. I open my mouth almost involuntarily. I stretch to take your cock in my mouth, but you slap it against my cheek before leaning down to take my chin in your other hand.
“You think you deserve a taste of my cock? That’s cute. Close your mouth, princess.”
You slap your cock against my other cheek. “Close. Your. Mouth.”
My lips snap shut, and I close my eyes as well.
“No. Look at me.”
I open my eyes again, and watch as you sit down on the chair again, stroking your cock slowly. You stare into my eyes as you stroke, a sadistic smile spreading across your face.
“Sit up and lock your hands behind your head. I want to look at you. Do you like looking at me?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I murmur, resting back on my feet and lacing my fingers behind me as instructed. My breasts are completely exposed, and I wish you would come play with them, pinching my nipples and taking them in your mouth like you usually do.
“Then watch. Don’t take your eyes off my cock.”
I lower my gaze from your face to where your hand is still slowly stroking. You squirt a dollop of lube into your palm and stroke harder, thrusting up into your hand. I whimper at the sight, wanting to walk over and ride you like I usually do. Wanting so badly for your thrusts to be deep inside my already-wet pussy, clenched around you.
“Spread your knees open. As far as they’ll go.”
“Daddy. Please.” I look at you and pout slightly.
“Don’t make me ask again. And keep your eyes on my cock like I told you to. Fuck, you can’t listen today can you?”
I follow your orders, whimpering again. “I’m trying, Daddy.”
“Try harder. I’ve been too easy on you lately. Wider.”
My thighs burn as I attempt to spread my legs wider, but my balance is clumsy on the soft bed and I move my hand to catch myself from falling.
You walk over to me in one large stride, and slap my left breast, hard, making me yelp with surprise at the pain.
“I didn’t say you could move your hands. Behind your head, princess. Don’t you dare move them again unless I tell you to. Now, wider.”
You push my knees apart, and the position makes me topple over on the mattress. I let myself fall, keeping my hands behind my head as instructed. You push me onto my back so I’m propped up against the pillows and press my knees apart. The thin fabric of my panties does little to protect me as you slap me twice between my legs, and I struggle not to pull my thighs together in protection. Tears form in the corners of my eyes as you slap again a third time, and then a fourth and fifth.
“Like that. Just like that. Keep your legs spread open for me like the good girl I know you can be. You can be good, can’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I say, choking back sobs.
My eyes are still on your cock as instructed, but I hear a clicking sound and feel sharp metal press against my skin. My heart pounds as you run your knife along my side and play with the waistband of my panties. With the flick of your wrist, you slice through one side, then the other, and pull the ruined fabric from my body. You ball it up in one hand and push the fabric into my mouth, daring me to resist.
“This is mine, you know,” you say, running a finger down my slit and stroking your cock slightly faster. “Every inch. When we first met, you tried to pretend it wasn’t. But we knew from the start, didn’t we? We knew that this wet little cunt belonged to me.”
You slap my bare pussy again and I moan against the fabric in my mouth. You flick open the knife again and trace it down my thigh and then ever so gently up my slit.
“You better not move, darling. Stay completely still.”
You flick my clit with your forefinger and then trace the point of the blade down my other thigh. I can feel my heart pounding in my ears as you press the sharp edge against my skin, drawing a thin beaded line of blood from me. My cries are muffled by the panties in my mouth, and you stroke your cock faster at the sound of it.
“Too much, princess? Look at me.”
I peel my eyes away from your cock to look at your face, and your piercing gaze stares into my soul.
“Is it too much? Do you want me to stop?”
I slowly shake my head no, and you press the point of the blade against my thigh again, scratching the skin. I moan, trying to stay still. Every nerve in my body wants to move, wants to run, wants to feel you inside of me, fucking me hard. Using me.
“Good. If you want me to stop, clap your hands. Got it?”
I nod, keeping my hands locked behind my head. You run the blade softy up my side to my throat, and I swallow hard. I can feel the tip of the metal against my neck, threatening to slice into me. I gasp as you plunge one finger into me, then two, probing my wetness. Slick sounds fill the air as you finger me, and I feel my own juices dripping down onto the bed. My cheeks burn and you laugh.
“Such a little slut for me. Imagine that. My knife against your fucking neck, and yet you still want to cum for me, don’t you?”
You click the blade closed and I nod, closing my eyes and grinding my hips against your fingers with a little moan. This is familiar. Safe. I know how much you like watching me cum, and with your fingers in me, it will only take a few minutes. You know exactly how to do it, curling them against my g-spot the same way you’ve done a thousand times before. I grind harder, but you pull them out abruptly, use one hand to spread me wide open, and slap my clit hard. I scream into the fabric in my mouth at the sudden pain.
“Yeah, I know exactly how badly you want to cum. But cumming is for good girls, and I’m still not convinced you can be one of those, princess.”
You slap me again, multiple sharp spanks in a row, and this time, I can’t stop myself from squeezing my knees shut. The pain makes big tears fall down my face. You grab the rope, still coiled neatly, and use your body to force my legs open again. In what feels like a second, I’m tied to the bed frame, spread open and unable to move, and your face is between my thighs, sucking on my clit so hard I think I might pass out.
My thighs are quivering, as you pull back and reach to the pile of toys you’ve pulled out of the closet. I think for a moment you’re going to the magic wand, and I’m so close I know it will make me cum in less than a second. But instead, you grab two clamps. You attach them to my pussy lips and then attach their chains to the ropes around my thighs, stretching me open even more. Your finger slides up my slit again, and I moan, waiting for you to slip it inside of me, but you chuckle instead.
“So needy. Such a needy little princess.” You grab my chin and pull your face toward me, nipping at my bottom lip. I struggle to spit out the panties, wanting so badly to kiss you, but you tuck them back into my mouth with another low chuckle. “No, little girl. You’re going to stay right here and exactly like this. I want your mouth stuffed full of your ruined, drenched panties and your pussy on display. Eyes on my cock again. You’re going to watch me use you exactly how I want to use you: to fuck myself.”
I whine as I drop my eyes to your cock again, but you ignore me. You position yourself between my legs and slap your cock against me a few times. For a moment, I think you’re bluffing, that you’re going to slowly push into me and fuck me the way I know we both want. But you cover yourself in my juices, and thrust into your hand instead.
Your other hand grips my thigh, hard. Fingers press into my skin, and sting where your knife scratched me earlier. You stop only for a moment to slap my clit a few times, then move your hand faster. The tip of your cock presses against my slit, and I try to wiggle closer, try to make you give up your resolve, but you stay just out of reach. With a groan, you cum hard, throbbing against my clit. The sensation leaves me breathless, and without a word you thrust into me, leaving the last drops deep inside.
You flick my cum-covered clit and growl. “This is your chance, princess. You wanna cum? Do it. Do it now. Right fucking now.”
You barely have a chance to finish your words and my orgasm is washing over me. I clench around your cock, making you cry out. You pull the panties from my mouth and lean down to kiss me hard.
“There she is. Good girl. Good fucking girl.”
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2 thoughts on “Good Girl”
Loved the story.
And you write very well to boot.
Thank you!!!!! Xoxoxoxox