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When he’s pushed them down to the point where they simply fall to the ground and it’s only a matter of me stepping out of them, he replies, “Tell your daddy who’s pushed your panties down and who’s spreading your legs right now.”
“I don’t —”
“Say it.” He pulls my head back. “‘Ledger’s pushing my panties down, Daddy. He’s making me spread my legs.’”
God.
God.
This is so wrong.
Isn’t it?
Him asking me to do that.
And yet it feels so tempting.
“Say it,” he bites out, shaking my head. “And keep your fucking eyes open, yeah? Look at him when you talk to him.”
“L-Ledger’s pushing my panties down, D-Daddy,” I whisper, keeping my eyes where he wants me to. “He’s making me spread my legs for him.”
He presses a soft kiss on my forehead, so contradictory to how he’s behaving right now. “Good girl.”
But even so, I bask in his praise.
I get even wetter.
“Now tell him,” he goes on as I feel him shuffling behind me. “Tell him what I’m doing.”
I lick my lips as I hear him pulling his zipper down. “He’s… He’s opening his pants and I think…”
“You think what?”
I shudder when I feel his hot trunk of flesh coming to rest on my bare ass with a smack. “I-I think he’s going to put it in me.”
“Put what in,” he asks, this time really smacking my ass with his cock.
Smack, smack, smack.
And I feel those studs, the already wet tip of his dick stinging my flesh.
“H-his dick,” I whisper.
“Yeah? Is it big, baby?”
I nod, still keeping my eyes on my father, who’s just burst out laughing. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Does it hurt you when he puts it in?”
“Uh-huh. So much.”
“But you like it, don’t you?”
I nod. “I love it, Daddy. I love it so —”
My words become whines and mewls as he thrusts his dick in with a jolt. And my arms shoot out, my palms pressing against the window. My heart almost leaps out of my chest too.
Because I think they know.
All the people out there. Ezra. My father. The minister.
Everyone.
They know that someone has stuck his dick inside the bride. That someone is violating her right now as he makes her stand at the window, overlooking the altar she’s about to walk to in under an hour. As he makes her talk to her daddy.
How can they not?
It’s seismic, these filthy things he does to me. It’s life-changing, his first thrust. It’s a phenomenon as always.
That starts out with pain, a soreness, a stretch and turns into something so beautiful that I can barely keep my eyes open. That I can barely figure out what’s happening around me.
But of course he knows that.
Of course he knows how mindless I become when he fucks me.
How thoughtless like a doll.
His doll that only exists for his pleasure and amusement. To do his bidding.
Because he delivers a sharp thrust as he squeezes my throat and spanks my ass. “Eyes open, Firefly. Keep your fucking eyes on your daddy as I fuck you in the dress he paid for.”
My eyes pop open. “Ledger —”
“He paid for this, didn’t he? Your fucking wedding dress.”
I nod. “Yes.”
“And this room.”
“H-he did.”
“What about the wedding? Did he pay for that too?”
I claw my fingers on the glass. “Yes. I-I think so.”
“Good.” He squeezes my throat again. “So I want you to look at him as you spread your legs for me. I want you to tell him every single thing that I’m doing to you, that I’ve done to you, like you should have before.”
“I —”
Another smack on my ass, this time really making it hurt as he keeps moving inside of me. “Like you should have when he was forcing you to marry that piece of shit.” I jerk. “He is, isn’t he? This is what he’s doing to you. Forcing you to marry someone you don’t want, yeah?”
And much to my dismay, I nod my head. “Yes.”
“So you should’ve told him, shouldn’t you?”
“Ledger, I —”
“Shouldn’t you?” he growls, his hands on my body growing vicious, as vicious as his thrusts.
And despite his commands, I have to clench my eyes shut for a second.
With guilt. With pain.
I have to breathe even though he’s making it harder and harder when he won’t stop squeezing my neck, mashing my pulse with his thumb. When he won’t stop fucking me. When he won’t stop drowning me in his scent, whispering things in my ear.
When he just won’t stop.
“Yes,” I reply.
“So you’ll tell him now,” he says, delivering another sharp thrust, making me jerk and arch up against him. “You’ll tell him everything I’m doing to you as I’m doing it and maybe then, then, I’ll let you tell me why the fuck you would do this, why the fuck you would break your promise to me and steal my peace.”
With that, he goes for my neck.
