Properly Held — Part Two: Daddy's Got Me
On safety, escalation, and choosing to continue
Series Note
This is Part Two of an ongoing series.
The story begins in Part One: What He Needed.
Content Warning
This story contains fictional depictions of consensual non-consent, dubious consent, and somnophilia. These dynamics are portrayed as fantasy. In real life, they require prior discussion, consent, and safety agreements, which are not shown here.
Readers are welcome to reach out if they want to learn more about real-world consent practices.
“Daddy, what’s a cuckquean?” I ask innocently. I’m still wrapped in his arms, sitting in his lap, coming down from the most explosive orgasm I’ve ever had. His fingers stroking lazy circles on my arms and back; his presence the only thing anchoring me in this moment.
“It’s a woman who gets off on watching her partner with other women,” he responds. “It’s not very common but it’s pretty fucking hot.”
I sat with this for a moment. I’m a smart person but I’d just been fucked stupid. Literally. My brain isn’t working. All I feel is my body—weak now and yet still highly aroused—and my traitorous emotions. I don’t know how else to explain it, but my normally very logical and adept brain is out to lunch at the moment. The inmates are running the asylum.
“Daddy, does this mean you want to fuck other women?” I look up at him, fresh tears springing to my eyes.
“Only if you want me to, babygirl. Would I have fun? Abso-fucking-lutely. But this is your call, princess. We can explore it without involving anyone else for now.”
“How, Daddy?”
“Well, we did it tonight, babygirl, didn’t we?”
“Oh yeah,” I giggle. “What else can we do?”
“We can talk about that later, princess.” He looks at me seriously, and my thighs clench instinctively. “I know what you need right now.”
My emotions are all over the place at the moment. I don’t know what I want so I’m not sure how I feel about the way he’s looking at me. My whole body tenses.
“What’s that, Daddy?” I ask softly.
The seriousness on his face melts into a heart-melting grin. “Daddy is going to get his pajamas on, bring you a stuffy, make us a couch picnic, and we’re going to cuddle and watch Steven Universe. How does that sound, babygirl?”
The happiness and love I feel immediately explode out of me. Fresh tears spring into my eyes and I can’t hold them back. “That sounds amazing, Daddy.” I manage to get out past the lump in my throat.
“Let it out, babygirl. You can cry. You’re safe with Daddy.” The lump in my throat loosens with his permission, allowing the tears to fall freely. He squeezes me tighter. I feel his shirt get damp under my cheek from the tears. He doesn’t seem bothered by it, and that only makes the tears come out faster. I don’t know how long we sit like this, but he waits until they stop before he breaks his iron hold on me. “I’ll be right back, babygirl.”
He deposits me back into the corner of the couch, and covers me again with the blanket. I don’t know how he always knows what I need before I do. But for the first time in a few months, I am able to completely surrender to his will. I’m not afraid of anything.
Daddy’s got me.
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An hour or so later, we’re sitting closely on the couch, Steven Universe on the 90-inch flat screen TV in the living room. I’m sitting up with my legs crossed, under the blanket. He’s reclining next to me, his feet up on the ottoman, one hand possessively on my leg under the blanket. The remnants of our picnic are littered around us, on the couch and coffee table. We’re both laughing openly at Steven and the Crystal Gems, completely unburdened by everything else in the world. It’s just us, in our own little world. I think Daddy likes to think he does this just for me, but I remember the look on his face when he came home today, and I know he needed this just as much as I did.
He saw me looking at him, and his look of genuine warmth when we lock eyes was quickly stoked into something hotter and more dangerous. My thighs clenched. He paused the TV. He patted his lap in silent command. I quickly moved to straddle him like he instructed.
His big, meaty Daddy hands possessively gripped my ass as he gazed up at me with a look that could melt glass. “How are you feeling, babygirl?”
“Perfect, Daddy,” I responded confidently.
“Good.” He kneaded my fleshy ass. “You certainly feel perfect to me, princess.”
I giggled. Just as I was about to shyly turn my head away, he grabbed my head and pulled me down to him. He claimed my mouth ferociously. I could taste the hunger in his kiss, as his tongue explored and dominated my mouth. He slowed it down and ended with a softer suck on my bottom lip. He growled as he pulled my head away from his. He looked up at me, sated and swollen from the kiss.
“Princess, Daddy wants you to go to his bed and wait for him. Daddy has to do some work for a bit before he can be done for the night. The only way I can focus on that is by knowing that you are safely in my bed, waiting for your holes to be used.” I whimpered at the domination in his tone, feeling warmth building in my core already. He asked, in a low growl that brooked no argument, “Do you think you can do that for Daddy?”
I nodded eagerly, unable to formulate a coherent response.
“You’re to get your book, go upstairs, and wait in my bed. You’re only allowed to read. I need my babygirl nice and relaxed for the things I want to do to her.” He smirked as if he was picturing what those things were, and I felt the warmth in my body build in response. He gave me one last kiss, slapped my ass, and said in his signature growl, “Go.”
I jumped up, eager to please Daddy. I grabbed my book from my room, and ran to Daddy’s room to wait for his return. We have separate bedrooms but we sleep together in his room most of the time. I’ve just always found solace in having a space of my own, where I can go when I need to. I’m a bit of a night owl, so sometimes I cuddle with Daddy until he falls asleep, and then sneak out to work in my studio or read in my room until I fall asleep. My room is also a bit chaotic, like I am, and Daddy’s is more organized and neat, like he likes it.
I dimmed the lights, and put on some chill, sexy music. I settled into Daddy’s bed and thought about all the possibilities. I went through all the different ways I could sit, so I look sexy when Daddy finally comes in. It’s this kind of thinking that makes anticipation and waiting so hot. Some girls got off with their bodies; I’ve always gotten off with my mind. You can be the most skilled with your fingers or tongue, but if you can’t engage my mind, I won’t come. Luckily, I have Daddy, who always rises to the challenge.
I tried very hard to be a good girl, and do what Daddy told me to do. I opened my book and tried to focus on the words on the page. But my treacherous body had other ideas. The warmth pooling in my core was a constant distraction. I desperately wanted to touch myself, but Daddy would be so mad. But then you’ll get punished...
Sometimes it really felt like I had an angel and a devil on either shoulder. I loved being pampered and cherished, yet I also longed to be absolutely defiled and used. I couldn’t make sense of it myself, so how could I expect someone else to understand it? Daddy came so close, especially tonight, but there’s still so much I need to figure out.
I shook my head as if that would derail my train of thought. I needed to read, that always helped me relax. Daddy wanted me to relax, so that’s what I’m going to do. I tried to calm my mind and focus on my book.
I managed to clear my mind and get into reading. I’m not sure how long I did but I read a couple chapters. When I got to the end of one chapter, I looked to the doorway and see Daddy standing there. My breath caught in my throat. He was staring at me intensely—a little wild—and rubbing his length over his pajama pants. I saw the outline of his hard cock from where I was sitting.
“Daddy, how long have...”
“Don’t talk. Get on your knees.” He interrupted me with a startling command. Warmth pooled in my belly.
I silently put my book down, and got up from the bed. I walked towards him and sat down on my knees, putting my hands behind my back. I looked up at him. He stood above me, and pet my head softly.
“You look so pretty on your knees, babygirl.” He looked deep in thought as he stared down at me, stroking my hair. “Tell me your safe word.”
My thighs clenched. “’Red’ means stop; ‘yellow’ means slow down.”
“That’s a good girl. Don’t forget. Daddy needs you to remember,” he said, his voice thick with restraint. For the first time, I saw a glimpse of the beast that Daddy has taken great pains to keep leashed. He’s always been my protector; but I realize now that he’d been protecting me from something dark within himself. My pussy wept in fear.
“Look up at me, babygirl. Keep your eyes on me at all times.” I haven’t looked away since he walked in, and I’m not going to start now.
His fingers traced the side of my face and down my jaw. His thumb dragged roughly over my pillowy lips, forcing them apart with the pressure alone. My lips parted on a breathless exhale, and he slipped his thumb into my mouth. His face looked cold, despite the heat in his gaze. He breathed heavily, and his mouth was slightly agape.
“What a good girl you are. Look at you, so eager to please me.” The tone of his voice was menacing; at odds with the sweet praise he’s lavishing upon me. “You have no idea the effect you have on me, princess.”
He removed his thumb from my mouth, and replaced it with two fingers. He pushed them deep, making me gag slightly and my eyes water. “I need to take you babygirl, and I’m not going to be gentle.”
Oh my.
He removed his two fingers. “Show me your tongue, babygirl.” I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue while looking up at him. He pulled down his pants and stepped out of them, while never breaking eye contact. He pulled off his shirt, and when he threw it down, his gaze immediately reconnected with mine. He stood above me in his glorious male nakedness as he slowly appraised my submission. He fisted his hard cock and bit his lip.
I felt a traitorous drip down my thighs. “Don’t move. That’s a good girl.” He made me wait, with my tongue out, begging him with my eyes to use me. Use me, wreck me, destroy me, break me into a million pieces and put me back together again to be whatever you need me to be. Just please don’t make me wait anymore.
“Suck my cock, princess,” he commanded finally.
I closed my mouth, licked my lips and then immediately took his thick cock in my mouth. I sucked the tip at first, flicking my tongue on the underside of the head where he’s most sensitive.
“Daddy, can I use my hands?” I asked.
“Yes, good girl for asking.” I immediately grabbed his cock with one hand for control, as I licked the underside, covering it with saliva. I then rubbed it in between my lips, sucking the most sensitive skin into my mouth. Then I slapped it on my tongue several times, before taking him deep. I heard him growl pleasurably, and I took pride in having this effect on him.
His hands suddenly gripped my skull. He started to hammer in and out of my mouth. My hands grip his thighs for leverage. “That’s a good girl. You can take it.” His cock invaded my throat and I tried to relax my jaw and take him. My eyes watered but I never took my eyes off of him. His eyes were wild and full of need. He needed my absolute submission and I gave it to him willingly.
He stepped into me, pushing me backwards slightly so he’s basically holding me up by my head. He switched from fucking my face, to using my head like a fleshlight; forcing my head back and forth onto his cock. He pulled me off so I could choke down a few breaths. He leans down and looks at me intensely. “Do you want me to stop, babygirl?”
“Please don’t, Daddy. Let me make you feel better.” I responded between heaving breaths.
Something in him cracked. He dropped to his knees. “Fuck, babygirl. I need your pussy.” He spun me around and pushed me down so I was on all fours in front of him. He was balls deep in me in one brutal thrust, both of us howling with the force of it. He picked up the pace, gripping my hips in his vise grip, pounding into me, reaching parts of me I didn’t know I had. Every thrust is punctuated by a low, masculine grunt, and an answering wail from me.
After a couple minutes like this, he pulled out and flipped me over. He pulled my legs up over his shoulders. He locked his eyes onto mine and slammed into me. He held me in place by holding my thighs as he drove forward, pushing my legs toward my ears as he moves his face closer to mine. From this position he could reach ungodly places inside me. He hammered into me relentlessly. I was almost screaming on each thrust. I could see the emotions he’s trying to hold onto behind his eyes, and they almost break me open.
“Kiss me, Daddy,” I pleaded. He didn’‘t stop. He looked almost...afraid. Frantic. “Please, Daddy.”
He dropped my legs, and his arms dropped down and caged me in. He put one arm under my head, and the other under my shoulder pulling me into him as he continued to fuck me. I wrapped my thighs around his back. He smashed his mouth into mine and with his lips and tongue, he told me all the things he could not voice.
You are the air in my lungs. Don’t ever leave me. I’ll give you anything you ever need, just always be mine. I need to keep you safe and protect you.
When he broke the kiss, I whispered between thrusts, “I need you, Daddy. I love you, Daddy.” His eyes were misty as he pulled me into his body tighter, and he exploded into me. I moaned in ecstasy as I felt his seed spilling into me, his cock pulsing; my muscles clenching and milking him dry. He collapsed on top of me, his arms still wrapped around me. I stroked his back with my fingertips, as I felt him softening inside me and all around me as the tension left his body.
After a few minutes of this, he said, “I’m sorry, babygirl. I lost control a bit.”
“Don’t apologize. You’re safe with me, Daddy.”
He chuckled. “Well, look at this reversal.” He slowly sat up, and then stood up and reached a hand down for me. He pulled me up and into his chest, where he wrapped his arms around me.
After a moment, he said, “hands up.” I lifted my hands up over my head. He pulled my dress up and over my head, and threw it in the hamper.
He then lead me to the bed where he lifted the covers up and directed me to lay down. I lay down in the bed and he turned me over so he could big spoon me. One arm was under my head, and the other was holding my breast possessively.
We laid in silence for a few moments. Then he said, “I was thinking more about the cuckquean thing. I know there are parts of it that are scary. You’re probably scared of it.” He paused for a moment. “I know I am.”
He angled my face up to look at his. “You will never lose me. No matter what. You’re it for me. I need you to know that. Any challenge we come up against, we will face together. Do you believe me?”
My eyes remained locked on his as I said, “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good,” he snuggled into me. “That’s Daddy’s good girl.”
I snuggled into him, which was essentially me pushing my butt into his groin. The contact elicited something between a growl and a purr from Daddy’s throat. I pushed my butt into Daddy again, trying my luck. He gripped my breast firmly as if to say, “cut it out.”
I must have fallen asleep at some point, because I was awoken by building pressure in my core. Daddy was grinding his hard cock between my butt cheeks.
“Mmmm? Daddy?” I said groggily.
“Babygirl, Daddy needs to take your ass.” He growled in my ear.
“No, Daddy. I can’t. It’s too big.” I argued pointlessly. Daddy knows how to play this game. He knows I can’t get off on anal unless I can pretend I don’t want it. There’s the angel and devil on my shoulders again. The angel has to pretend like I’m a girl who would never allow someone to do that to her. The devil has her ass up in the air, begging to be stuffed. What can I say? I contain multitudes.
“You can take it princess. Be a good girl for Daddy.” His voice was soothing but I could pick up on the undercurrent of danger in his voice. My core clenched. I felt his cock lining up at my rear entrance. It felt slippery, so while I was asleep he must have lubed me up. Imagining that is so hot, I felt the wetness spread between my thighs.
He pushed in slowly; my breath hitched. “Breathe, babygirl. It will only hurt for a minute.” I breathed through the momentary pain as he stretches my opening. He eased in very slowly, until his impressive length is fully seated in my ass. “Look at that, babygirl. You’re doing so well.” The arm that was underneath me had moved down so his hand was on my lower stomach holding me in position, and his other was wrapped around me and holding my throat. Not choking exactly, but a possessive, controlling grip. His mouth was near my ear and I could feel his hot breath on the sensitive skin of my neck.
I whimpered, “it hurts, Daddy. Please stop.” He knows I say this to make it hotter. If I really wanted him to stop I would use my safe word.
“Daddy needs this, sweetheart. You want to make Daddy happy, don’t you?” The combination of his words, the sensation of fullness, and his hot breath on my neck made me squirt.
He started to pump slowly in and out and I whimper. Each slow thrust was punctuated with the sexiest masculine moan near my ear, and my whimpers got louder.
“Such a good girl. You were made for this. For taking my cock in all your holes.” He started to pick up the pace and force.
“Daddy, no!” The hand he was slightly choking me with moved up to cover my mouth.
“That’s enough talking, babygirl. You’re going to take it all and you’re going to like it.” He moved his other hand lower to my pussy. “Oh, see, look how much you like this. You love being Daddy’s perfect little fucktoy.” He rubbed my wetness all over and started to circle my clit with two strong fingers.
He was playing me like a guitar and hitting all the right notes. He started pounding my ass, and all I heard in between animalistic grunts were little soothing phrases. “Such a good girl. You’re perfect. You belong to me.” My orgasm built but didn’t quite get there.
He was quiet for a moment, and he slowed down. He pushed me onto my stomach, and mounted me from behind. My legs were spread, and he was in between them, still in my ass.
“Babygirl, you’re going to do exactly as I say. I want you to play with your clitty while I fuck your ass. Put your hand down there.” I did as he told me, squeezing my hand uncomfortably under my body. I was facing the armchair in the corner.
He shifted his body down so he’s back near my ear again. “I want you to pretend there’s a woman sitting in that armchair. Watching you. Playing with herself.” Fuck. I started to furiously stroke my clit.
He talked, louder this time, like he’s not just talking to me anymore, “look at my perfect babygirl. You see how perfectly she takes my cock.” He started pounding my ass again. “She likes to pretend she doesn’t like it, but she loves being owned by her Daddy. Isn’t that right, babygirl?”
He was in me so deep, and my orgasm was building so big and so fast, I could barely form words. His hands comes up over my mouth again, and he laughed, “I don’t actually care if she likes it. She’s just a set of holes for us to use.”
And that’s exactly the moment I exploded. The degradation and objectification and the word “us” were my undoing. The waves of the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had are racking my body over and over again as Daddy bottoms out repeatedly in my ass. He whispered in my ear again, “that’s a good girl. That’s Daddy’s good girl.”
His pounding got harder and faster, and his grip on me got tighter as he got closer to his own release. I was a whimpering, liquid mess that would fall apart if he wasn’t holding me so tightly together with his arms. Finally, I heard his animalistic grunt as his cock pulsed his release in my ass. He rolled back onto his side, not letting go of me, so we’re back in the position we started in; both sated and panting.
He nuzzled his mouth into my shoulder and placed the softest kisses on my shoulder and back. “You did so good, babygirl. I’m so proud of you. Daddy’s got you.” His softening cock was still in my ass, and I’m grateful for it. I needed this intimate connection as I come down from my earth-shattering release.
He held me like this, covering me with hundreds of kisses, for several minutes. “Can you roll over and face me, babygirl? I need to see your face.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I answered weakly. He pulled out of my ass finally, and I’m left feeling bereft and empty. He gently guided me onto my back and he rose up onto one arm and looked down at me. He stroked my face ever so gently.
“How are you feeling, babygirl?” he asked in his soothing Daddy voice.
Tears came unbidden to my eyes. “Good, Daddy.”
“Are you sure? Was I too rough with you?” He looked so nervous.
“Daddy, no. It was perfect. You were perfect.” He looked like he didn’t believe me. I took a minute to gather my thoughts. “I’m crying because I’m so happy. Something has shifted, and it’s something big and scary but exhilarating. You’ve made me feel safe enough to explore it. I was really able to let go of something I didn’t know I was holding on to.”
His eyes shone as he looked down at me with hope and pride and love. He kissed me sweetly and passionately. It was a reassurance and a hint of promise. He leaned back, and pulled me into him for a deep, tight embrace. I rested my head on chest and folded myself around him, and his arm wrapped tightly around me.
After a moment he kissed my forehead and said quietly, “I know exactly what you mean.”
Jump into Part Three…
“What can I say? I contain multitudes.”’ Great story, great line. 👌