Afternoon Delight

What was that? It certainly hadn't been the lovemaking she'd expected after the hundreds of romance novels she'd read over the years. She hurt all over, aching in places she hadn't even known existed on her body.

As she rolled to one side, she hissed in pain when her ass rubbed against the bench. She managed to push to her feet and stood on unsteady feet, realizing that she did still have her shoes and socks on. She wondered if he didn't like feet, or maybe liked them too much. She was still staring down at her toes when he walked back to her.

"Here."

Looking up, she found Damon holding a glass of amber liquid towards her. "I'm only eighteen."

He barked out a laugh, the sound deep and raspy, his voice hoarse after everything. "I'm well aware of your age, my sweet. Drink it."

She did, unable to do anything but obey him. The liquid burned as it slid over her tongue and down her throat. He watched her, sipping from his own glass as she swallowed and he licked his lips. She watched that, as she always did. She loved to watch his tongue and had spent more hours than she cared to admit fantasizing about his tongue. Had he even used his tongue on her anywhere? She recalled his hand, all five fingers burning on her ass as she thought about it. And teeth. The marks on her neck throbbed at that memory. And his fingers. Her own hand drifted down to her pussy, now strangely hot and slick.

He watched all of this, his eyes dark, the pupils almost blotting out the sapphire blue she'd also become obsessed with. He downed the last of his drink and reached for her glass. Instead of taking it from her, he tipped it up, forcing it down her throat while she made a startled sound of protest.

"Take off your shoes and socks now."

Stumbling to obey, she did as he ordered. Why, she wasn't sure. They were done, weren't they? She wondered how much time had passed, and if she was going to miss the bus home.

"I want to have your tits in my face when I fuck you this time."

She blinked as his words sank in and she watched him with her mouth hanging open as he crossed to set the glasses on the little bar.

"Wh-what?"

As he turned back to her, her gaze was drawn to his crotch. She had never seen a man's... penis before. Though, in the books, it was never called that. What were all the words? She tried to recall the vocabulary from her books as he strode towards her, said appendage bobbing and thickening before her very eyes.

Cock, dick, rod, erection... Yes, those were some of the words.

"Do you like it, Kate?"

She blinked and her gaze darted to his before dropping back to the fascinating part of him. "That was inside of me? But it's so big."

He chuckled, the sound dark and slithering through her very veins. All of a sudden, she was throbbing between her legs again, but not in pain. It was that other sensation, the one she'd had when she'd first come to the hotel and walked into the room.

"Yes and yes." He lifted his hand, wrapping her ponytail around his fist a couple of times. "And you fucking loved it."

She shuddered as his hot breath rubbed against her ear and neck. She was so sensitive there. Who knew? Damon seemed to have known. The thought arrested her and she opened her eyes to stare at him, her teeth worrying her bottom lip.

He watched the movement of her mouth and licked his own.

"Have you done this a lot?"

His eyes lifted to hers and he gave her an indulgent little smile. "Fucked a lot of women? Or a lot of virgins?"

Her body warmed all over. He still held her ponytail, keeping her captive in front of him. Not that she minded. Did she? She probably should. He was, after all, her...

"I've fucked my fair share, I suppose, but yours is my first virgin cunt."

That word. He'd used it several times already. It should be rude and make her angry, but instead, there was another rush of heat to the very part he spoke of and her hand dropped to her stomach, just below her belly button.

"You want it, don't you?"

She looked at him, meeting his dark blue gaze, and nodded. She couldn't lie. Didn't want to.

"It's going to hurt."

She nodded again. She suspected that. Even as her body twinged with every bite and smack he'd bestowed on her less than half an hour before, she was desperate for more. And he knew it.

He'd always known it, like he said. From the moment they'd met, he'd known. She hadn't, not until he'd handed her the key card for this room, and told her when to be here.

Dropping his hand, he walked around her to the bed and shoved the covers back. He propped up a couple of pillows and then climbed onto the bed, reclining back against the pillows. His penis... no, his cock, stood tall and hard and still shiny with her juices from before. He crooked a finger at her.

"Come here."

She scrambled to the bed, clambering up and stopping on her knees beside him.

"Look at you, panting for it."

She nodded, her gaze straying to his dick, where he stroked himself.

"You want to suck it? Or do you want me to fuck you with it again?"

"I don't know how to suck it."

"You didn't know how to fuck an hour ago."

She blinked and looked up at him. She wasn't entirely certain she knew how to fuck now, as all she'd done was hold still while he plundered her.

"Come here." He reached for her, grasping her waist and pulling her so she straddled his thighs. "Lift up."

She did, awkwardness a distant thought in the back of her mind. If she was following his orders, all was right with the world. No room for awkwardness or hesitation.

Then his fingers were there, parting her sore opening below. She whimpered and brushed her fingers over his wrist, unsure if she wanted to stop him or push his fingers deeper.

"Look at this." He pulled his hand free and held his fingers up between them.

She looked. His long thick fingers were coated in a sheen of fluid. Fluid from inside of her. She assumed it was mostly her, but suspected it might be some of him as well. She'd gleaned that much from all her educational reading.

"Lick my fingers."

She did, opening her mouth and clamping her lips around the two digits. He grunted as she did and she stared into his rapt eyes as she licked his fingers, up and down, up and down. The taste was foreign but not unpleasant. Tart, tangy, a little salty, and something else. Something dirty.

"You are a perfect little whore, aren't you."

She flinched at the term and gave her head a short jerk to one side in denial. He wrenched his fingers from her wet mouth and clutched her jaw. She gasped as he yanked her close, his eyes fierce.

"No? You think you're not a whore?"

"I'm yours. Only yours."

His eyes flared and he let her face go to clutch her hips. He lifted her and brought her down hard, filling her with that long, thick cock of his again. She cried out, grabbing his shoulders and trying to lift up with her legs.

"No, Damon, please!" She squirmed, his hands manacles on her hips and keeping her immobile. "It hurts, you're too big."

"I know, and I don't care." He bumped his thighs up against her ass and she jerked forward with a startled cry. "You said it yourself: you're mine."

He lifted her an inch and started pummeling her from below, jerking his hips up and down, filling her. It burned, every inch of him sliding between her battered lips again and again. She sobbed and hung her head, clutching at his shoulders still. Her body jerked over and over as he fucked her, ripping her apart.

"Beg me, Kate." He got a harder, firmer grasp on her ass, holding her up and open as he fucked her. "Beg me to keep fucking you. Beg me to suck your big, beautiful tits. Beg me to bite your hard little nipples."

"Please, Damon." She arched, straining to push said tits into his mouth. "Please, please, suck my t-tits."

He let out a growl and bit down on one, making her scream in a torrent of pain and exquisite pleasure. All the while, his dick ruined her cunt, his hairy thighs rubbing her already raw ass again and again.

"Bite m-my nipples!" She threw her head back as he did and she wanted to obey every order he gave her for the rest of time.

The sensations were so overwhelming. His hands bruising her hips, his cock hammering her pussy, the squelching noise as her body took the assault again and again. Her tits in his face, his coarse whiskers rasping the tender skin, his teeth on her nipple, tugging and releasing when the pain almost became too much to bear.

"Damon!" She screamed his name, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"Fuck, Kate!"

He rolled them, tossing her to her back in a move that stole her breath clean away. Before she could catch it again, he tossed her legs up over his arms and bent her nearly in half. This time when his rock hard length plunged through her swollen pussy lips, she screamed in anguish.

"Stop, stop, please, Damon, it hurts too much!"

As if the words spurred him on instead of making him go easy on her, he sped up. The sounds of his harsh breath filled her ears, along with the slap, slap, slap of his skin on hers. Her body, wet and sucking at him, she heard that too, along with her own cries and moans. It was so good, too good, too painful, too much of all of it.

"You don't get to say no, Kate. Never." He bent low, folding her further and forcing his dick into the very depths of her. As he continued to pump away at her, fucking her with that iron shaft of his, he growled in her face. "You're mine, you're my fucktoy, remember? If you forget, I'll remind you, every. Fucking. Time." He punctuated his words with hard thrusts of his body inside of hers.

There would be no escape for her.

Tears flooded her eyes and spilled over. Kate didn't know if she was crying from ecstasy or pain, or some mix of the two. He grinned at her, feral, all teeth, and she couldn't look away. Her mouth hung open and she watched him fuck her, watched him ravage her cunt with his cock and she started to beg him without his orders.

"God, Damon, please. It's so good, fuck me harder, please, please, Damon, I need your cock."

He growled at her, his dark eyes skipping over her flushed and sweaty face, down to her neck and her chest. Her tits bounced around, she knew it and could do nothing to stop it. His eyes heated further as he watched her tits bobbling one way, then another. He went harder, faster, the fleshy mounds of her chest bouncing up to her chin and down with every one of his firm pumps.

"Fucking. Mine."

With a quick move, Damon pulled out of her and dropped her legs down. He shimmied up her body, trapping her hips between his legs. She watched, entranced, as he pumped his hand up and down his pulsing cock, the tip so angry and hot and red. With a shout, a stream of white fluid jettisoned out of the tip, smacking her in the chin and she let out a startled cry. It didn't stop with one. Damon dropped his weight on one hand beside her on the bed, while his other continued to rub himself.

Another stream of the white liquid shot out of his dick, landing in a hot line across her chest, then another almost in the same spot. He jerked his hips, fucking his hand as string after string of hot white fluid landed on her skin.

Kate watched in fascination, her entire body throbbing, as he spent his load all over her chest. He caught his breath after some length of time, settling back on his haunches, over her knees. His eyes bored into her, and he lifted one hand to rub at the stream of his come that had covered one nipple. He rubbed it in circles until Kate started to squirm at the sensation. Then he punched her nipple, hard, making her suck in a stunned breath as nerve endings came alive, from her nipple to the overworked hole between her legs.

At last, Damon shuffled off her body and sat on the edge of the bed for a long moment. He pushed to his feet and crossed to the bathroom without saying a word to Kate.

Without any clear instructions, Kate propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at her body.

So, she thought. This is semen. She ran her fingers through one trail of the fluid and lifted her fingers to her face. She rubbed her finger and thumb together, taking in the feel of it. Behind the closed bathroom door, there was the sound of running water, then silence.

As the door opened, she dropped her hand and stared at Damon as he came out. Still, he didn't speak. He picked up his clothes, dressing himself and clasping his watch to his wrist. His brow knitted in a frown as he looked at the time.

"You'd better get up."

She moved to the edge of the bed, eager to follow more orders, even if they didn't lead to more of the wild pain and pleasure.

He did his pants up and pulled his jacket on, his eyes darting to her face and down her body. He smirked and walked over to where she stood at the end of the bed. "Clean yourself up. Don't want anyone on the bus guessing what you've been doing this afternoon, do you?"

"No." She shook her head and stared up at him, her eyes wide.

He nudged her towards the bathroom and smacked her tender ass as she went. She gasped but trotted off to do as he bid her, and when she came out a short while later, the room was empty.

He was gone.

****

On the bus ride home, Kate kept blushing. She knew on a rational level that no one could tell what she'd spent the past several hours doing just by looking at her, but she couldn't help it. Eventually, she got off at her stop in her neighborhood and walked the three blocks to her house.

Her mother was home, in the kitchen, and asked her about her day. "Your afternoon session with the debate team went well?"

It was the excuse Kate had given for missing her afternoon classes. Her stomach clenched and every spot on her body that had been abused by Damon roared to life again. She swallowed and turned to the fridge to pour herself a juice and avoid blushing in front of her mother for no apparent reason.

"Yeah, it was fine. Not sure if we'll have to do it again before the finals." It would be a convenient excuse to revisit. Should the demand come from Damon.

Her mother nodded, distracted by whatever she had cooking on the stove. "Well, go change and get started on your homework. Your father will be home soon and we'll eat dinner."

Scowling, Kate turned to leave the kitchen, muttering under her breath, "he's my stepfather."

Her mother either didn't hear her, or chose not to argue about it today. Kate hurried upstairs and changed. She stood naked in front of the mirror on her closet door for a long minute, taking in the marks on her neck, shoulders, tits and around her nipples. Then she turned and gasped at the sight of her ass, a mess of red handprints and fingertip-sized bruises on the outside edges.

When she faced the mirror again, she parted her lips, staring down at her bald pussy. It didn't look any different, aside from red and still damp.

With a sigh, she pulled on sweatpants and a loose t-shirt and tried to think about something, anything else. A short while later, her mother called her for dinner and she hurried downstairs, her cheeks burning.

There was a second voice with her mother's in the kitchen. Kate didn't stop, just skipped into the kitchen and smiled at her stepfather.

"Hey, Kate." He smiled back at her as he loosened his tie and shrugged out of his suit jacket. "How was your day?"

"Really good." Did she mean to sound that breathless? "How was your day, Damon?"

His gaze shifted at the sound of his name on her lips. Luckily, Kate's mother, his wife, wasn't looking at either of them. His dark blue eyes dropped to the cunt he'd fucked with abandon a few short hours before. Even though she was dressed, and he was, and they were in the kitchen, and it was every shade of wrong, Kate bit her bottom lip and stared at Damon.

He lifted his eyes back to her face. "Sit down, Kate."

She sat down.

"I'll get the plates."

She stayed where she was. She ate dinner, and dessert when Damon set it in front of her. Then she went to bed early when he suggested it, and every part of her was sore, twinging with pain, and aching all over.

She was his stepdaughter to the world. But deep inside, where she slipped her fingers now, even as she winced in discomfort, she was his fucktoy. His whore. And she couldn't wait for him to give his next order.