You don't need to run anymore

A safe place

Happy. Satisfied. Safe. Your pussy is full of your stepdad’s cum. Your head rests on his chest, his arm wrapped around you holding you close, legs intertwined. His warmth makes you forget ever feeling cold. His solid body is a sanctuary, making the world feel stable and sane. His intense masculine scent overwhelms your senses, filling your mind with fantasies of pleasing him, serving him, proving to him over and over again that you belong here, that you deserve his touch, that you will always be his obedient little cocksucker. It feels like you’ve spent a lifetime searching for this place, this moment, and now that you’re here you never want to leave.

“You’re on birth control, right?”

His sudden question opens your eyes, pulls your awareness out of the fantasy to consider what having his semen inside you really means. I missed a day last week… maybe two… but I should be fine now. Right? “Yeah, duh, of course I’m on birth control.” Having to think about routines, about consequences, about the mundane of your day-to-day, deflates the warm pink bubble you were in, and you can feel that cold darkness lurking at the margins. I can’t risk that shadow coming back, and I can’t risk him having second thoughts. I need to be this, need to be his, need him to own me, need him to believe he’s always going to have me right here. You smile up at his frown. “Why, did you wanna come in my pussy some more?”

David’s eyes widen, and you see a spark of lust that sends a shiver down your body. He blows a heavy breath out through pursed lips and lays his head heavily back on your pillow. “Jesus, Cola, I think you just about wore me out. I ain’t as young as I used to be.” He stares at the ceiling and mutters “what the fuck am I doing?”

No, no way, you’re not backing out now. You own me, David. That means something. Shifting your body down a little, you lean over his chest and run your tongue over his hairy nipple, looking dreamily up at his face. “You’re getting some relief from your good little cocksucker, that’s what you’re doing.” One hand finds his soft cock resting against his thigh, and you lovingly stroke and squeeze it. “Just relax, I’ll do all the work. You deserve to feel good.” Where are these words coming from? Why does this feel so… so natural?

Don’t worry about it RC.

Just be yourself.

Licking, sucking, nibbling on his nipple. Stroking his stiffening cock, running your thumb over the tip to spread that little dewdrop of precum around the head. He’s still staring at the ceiling, but his breaths grow heavier, and his hand moves from your back up to stroke your hair. “My good little cocksucker, huh?” He grunts softly, and you feel his stiffening cock pulse in your hand. “What a crazy fuckin idea.”

I know post-nut clarity is a thing, David, but I am not going to let you forget everything you’ve done to me. Everything you’ve made me feel. “What’s so crazy?” You give his nipple one last lick, then start trailing soft wet kisses down his hairy torso. “You deserve this. You earned this.” Still kissing, rubbing his body with yours, sliding in between his legs and dragging your soft breasts against his hardness. “You worked so hard to make me yours, David. Why not enjoy it?”

His now stiff dick pops out from under your breasts as you settle your body into the warm fragrant valley between his legs. The sight of it in front of your face quiets your mind, makes you forget whatever else you were about to say, and without thinking you open your mouth and sink down, taking it inside and sucking firmly, moaning in joy, running your tongue over the head, savoring the flavor of your stepdad’s cock. You feel his hands dig into your hair and move you, jerking you up and down like he’s using your mouth to masturbate. Yes yes thank you David thank you just use me, use my body, take whatever you want take me I’m yours.

He doesn’t push too hard, doesn’t **** himself into your throat, just settles into a steady rhythm, groaning softly as you focus your efforts on pleasing him as best you can. Gentle suction, firm tongue action, relaxed and flexible so he can take his pleasure from you just the way he likes. After too short a time he inhales sharply and pulls you up off his dick, your mouth open dripping strands of saliva onto his crotch, your eyes hooded with desire looking up at him, waiting for him to use you further, to command you, to put you so firmly in your place that you can’t imagine being anywhere else.

Instead, he hesitates, hands loosening their grip on you, eyes filling with doubt. A small part of you is frustrated, almost angry. But that little flare is nothing compared to the warm fuzzy glow you feel, that glow he put inside you. Just show him the truth, RC. Show him there’s nothing to be afraid of. You believe, make him believe. Lowering your face, keeping your eyes locked with his, soft wet kisses down his stiff length onto his nutsack. Licking and sucking at his balls, stroking him with your hand, willing him to accept you for what you are.

“Don’t you like me better this way?” your voice is muffled by his scrotum, but you can tell he understands. “Isn’t this better than me talking back and being an ungrateful brat all the time?” That doubt in his eyes flickers a bit, and you pounce, moving up to suck on his head again for a moment, then popping your mouth off and resting his hard wet dick against your face. “You did this to me, David. You put me in my place. You made me understand how I should behave.” You slouch down, kissing and licking down to his nutsack and below. “And I am so… so… so very grateful.”

He lets out a deep groan as you nestle your nose between his nuts and bathe his asshole with your tongue. The bitter, earthy taste makes you shiver with joy. The feeling of debasing yourself, putting yourself below him, being a dirty little slut for his benefit makes the warm fuzziness within swell. You hear him breathing hard and ragged as you work to pleasure him, and you feel your own body responding, warming, tingling, wanting more.

Reluctantly, you pull your face away from your stepdad’s taint, plant a wet kiss on his ballsack, more on his twitching cock, and then rise up to straddle him, trapping his hard hot dick between his hairy belly and your wet pussy. Without thinking, you start to slowly roll your hips, rubbing your entrance against him, his throbbing heat making you throb in response, the emptiness inside you consuming your awareness until your need to have it filled is all you can think about.

“Please…” You plant your hands on his chest, pressing harder against him, your pleading eyes locked with his. “Please… David… please let me have your cock inside me…” You know you don’t need to ask, but you want to. You want to beg, want to feel pathetic and needy, want him to be the one giving you permission to fuck him. I don’t care if it doesn’t make sense, this is what I want, this is what I want to be. “I need it so bad David… hnnh! Haaahhh… please let me have your cock.”

You see in his eyes, he’s confused too, but that confusion, that doubt, starts to melt away as he hears your words, hears the desperation in your voice, feels in your touch how much you need him. He grabs your hips with his strong hands and starts to guide your movements. “You need it, huh? You need your stepdad’s cock in you?”

Shuddering, you gasp out a “yes!”

He squeezes, hard enough to hurt. “You gonna use that tight little pussy to make your old man feel good?”

Holy fucking shit yes I want to make you feel good this pussy is yours David all yours “ANH! Yes!”

He stops you, his strength undeniable. “You gonna be a good girl?”

Your mind goes quiet, heart beating thundering in your chest filling with warmth. “Yes, David.” Your voice is clear and calm. “I’m your good girl.” And that is all I ever want to be.

His hands lift you up, just enough for his cock to rise, the head brushing against your lips. “Then ride this dick, cocksucker.”

Yes David yes thank you. Too focused on obeying him to give voice to your gratitude, you reach down with one hand to shift his cock into place and then gently, slowly lower yourself down. Your pussy takes him so easily, your juices mixed with his load making a perfect lubricant, his girth stretching you deliciously. Oh my god this is so good I want him inside me forever. “Mmmmnnnhhhh!” Your voice sounds so strange in your ears: pleading, pathetic, grateful to take the dick of this man you once hated. This is what I am now.

It takes a moment before you can even think about moving. Having him inside you just feels so damn good. Your walls squeeze around him, and you shiver as you feel his thickness pulse in response. Rolling your hips, you stroke him with your pussy, gently up and down, gripping him tight, totally focused on his pleasure. His hands are still squeezing your hips, and he lays his head back, closes his eyes, and lets out a deep, rumbling groan.

Oh my god I’m doing it, I’m making him feel good. Moving just a little faster now, adding a little gyration, a little grinding. I’m a good girl. I’m his good girl. Squeeze and relax. Stroke and bounce. Perfectly focused on his body, his breath, every microreaction all to ensure you’re giving him as much pleasure as possible. I’m his good girl because he made me his good girl. He broke down my resistance, made my body into his toy, **** me to feel how amazing it is to serve him, belong to him.

Now you’re really riding him, your body bucking and shivering, needing to give him even more. But you can feel your focus slipping. It feels too good. Way too fucking good. It’s so much better this way. You remember how you used to be. Remember the feeling of revulsion when you first met him. Remember all the years you spent disrespecting him, talking back, despising the very idea of being around him. I’m sorry David I didn’t know, I didn’t know how good it feels to give in. How good it feels to be taken.

You’re over the edge now. Thinking about how you used to be, thinking about the disobedient spiteful brat you were and now you’re here, bouncing on your stepdad’s cock like a **** nympho, these two conflicting ideas of yourself colliding and going off like an atom bomb. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! OH FUCK D-D-D-DAVID!” The orgasm rocking through you, pussy grabbing his cock in a vice grip, juices squirting out to soak his crotch, gasping desperately for breath, and the tiny part of your mind not completely consumed by ecstasy quietly wondering I can’t believe I almost called him Daddy.

Slowly, you come down from the high of your titanic climax, legs still shaking, squeezing him between them. You can’t stay upright anymore, collapsing gently forward onto him, hands digging into his chest hair. Face right next to his, he opens his eyes to lock with yours, and without a thought you kiss him.

Gently at first, feeling the roughness of his lips, the prickle of his mustache. Then you hear him inhale sharply through his nose, feel him wrap his arms around you, and you press harder, squeezing your pussy around his hot length. When he kissed you earlier, that first kiss in the throes of passion, you hadn’t been thinking about how it feels, what it means. Now it’s all you can think about. I’m kissing him. I’m kissing David. I’m kissing my stepdad and I want it. That swell of emotion you’ve been holding at bay breaks free, filling you, lifting you, deepening the kiss as your mind swirls. This isn’t like any kiss I’ve ever had before. This feeling inside… it isn’t… I don’t feel that surge of excitement, of lust, I just feel… safe.

After too short a time, his hands move from your back to your shoulders, gently pushing you away, allowing you to break the kiss on your own. You lift yourself slightly, looking into his face. He’s as flushed as you know you are, and there’s something new in his eyes. That twinkle has transformed, no longer mischievous, no longer threatening, but instead reflecting back that sparkling warmth you feel inside. And then, just as soon as you’d noticed it, it begins to fade, and he takes a deep, heavy breath. “You know I still love her, RC. Your mother, I mean.”

That warmth inside is doused in a flash, and just like that you can feel the darkness again, feeding on your fear, waiting for its moment to slip back inside your heart. No. No, please. “Y-yeah. Yeah, I know.” It doesn’t matter. I don’t need him to… to love me. That’s fucking crazy. I just need him to… I need to be his. You gently squeeze him inside you and rock your hips. “So what?”

He groans in pleasure, then moves his hands to squeeze your hips again. Not stopping you, just letting you feel his strength. “So we can’t…we can’t… ungg…”

A little grin curls the corner of your mouth. “Can’t what?” You keep moving, just a little, caressing him with your pussy. “I don’t want to be her, David.” You lean forward to kiss him again, and he doesn’t stop you. You keep your face right next to his and whisper “I just want to be yours.”

You sit fully upright now, rolling your torso in an undulating motion to stimulate the hard cock inside you. He reaches a hand up to touch your face, something unreadable in his eyes. “Mine.” It’s halfway between a question and a declaration, and you know deep down you have him. You just need to get him to realize it.

Moving up and down a little faster now, giving his dick nice long strokes. “Haannhh… yes, David. Yours.” You reach up to grab his hand, moving it so you can suck on his thumb. “Your obedient cocksucker.” You move his hand down to your chest, and smile as he caresses your tit. “Your little-mnh! Fucktoy.” Leaving his hand on your breast, you reach out to touch his cheek. “Your good girl.” Yes. That’s what I am. That’s all I need to be, that’s all I want, and whatever that ache in my chest is can shut the fuck up. This is better than being alone with the darkness.

You can see the lust burning in his eyes now, hotter and fiercer than ever before. He squeezes hard on your breast, pinching and pulling at your stiff nipple, and he grins at your squeals. “My little fucktoy.” His other hand grabs your hip tightly as he starts to match your movements, fucking up into you. “That’s all you are, huh? Just a little cocksucker, just a little hole to make me feel good?”

Yes David yes yes that’s it do it do it. “Oh! Oh fuck yes! Yes D-D-David annh! I am! I am!”

He moves his hand from your breast to your face, grabbing it squeezing your cheeks in his strong grip, then forcing two fingers into your open mouth and down your throat. “And you’re just gonna fuckin take it! You’re gonna take any fuckin thing I give you. I’m gonna put every last ounce of stress and frustration into your fuckin body and you’re just gonna take it!”

You can’t respond with his fingers fucking your gullet, so you just nod as best you can, squeaking pathetically and gurgling. I’ll take all of it David please give me all of it.

Now he moves both hands to your neck, wrapping them tight around your throat and pulling your face close to his as he fucks even harder up into you. His face is red, contorted by lust and anger, and he rasps “and what the fuck do you want outta me?”

There are no thoughts left. His cock overpowering your pussy, his hands overpowering your body, his anger terrifying and thrilling overpowering your mind, all that’s left is your heart, beating hard in your chest and finding your voice, forcing a **** whisper past your lips. “Please just take care of me.”

In the moment it takes for him to process your words, you see the change. The anger is gone, snuffed out from his eyes. But the ferocity of his lust remains, and you feel his body tense. He pushes you off him to the side, and in a flash he’s over you, pressing you prone into your bed, his legs on either side of yours as his slick hardness presses between your asscheeks, stroking, finding your entrance once again and sinking inside.

His firm hot weight lays atop you, compressing you, even as you feel his wonderful cock spreading you open and filling you, stretching you, completing you. He lets out a loud rumbling groan of pleasure right in your ear, the sound filling your heart with joy to rival the ecstasy filling your body. He waits a moment while you readjust to his presence within you, a moment longer to catch his breath, and then he starts to move again.

This is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. He’s so heavy on top of you, so fierce inside of you, completely overwhelming you and yet all you feel is peace. He owns me. I belong to him. He’s showing me what I am, making me accept my place under him. Oh David… David… Daddy… No. You can’t say that, can’t say that word, even though it aches to be released, every breath, every cry he forces from your throat trying to form that word but you stop yourself. You can’t say it. Not that.

He has one hand gripping your hair tight, moving your face so you’re looking at each other. “This is what you get, Cola.” His voice is raspy, thick with lust, with emotion. “You’re mine now. You. Are. Mine. And I’m gonna take real. Good. Care of you. Me and this hard dick are gonna give you everything you-NGH! Everything you need.”

Oh fuck yes thank you Daddy thank you. Parting your lips, pleading with him to kiss you and he quickly obliges, pushing his tongue into your mouth as he fucks you even harder. So hard. Owning your body completely, making you thrum with pleasure as you approach yet another peak, feet kicking up off the bed toes curling hips pushing back against him **** for more. This is so good this is all I need yes yes yes thank you thank you thank you yes Daddy!

Thinking that word pushes you over the edge, his mouth on yours the only thing stopping you from finally giving voice to it, and then your pussy clamps down on his cock, forcing a grunt from his mouth as he unloads again within you, deeper this time, your body drinking it in, taking everything he has to give you and willing him to give you even more, consciousness completely consumed by the feelings he’s forcing on you. Never stop never ever stop I need you Daddy I need you.

After a time, your mind swims up to the surface of the pink haze that had enveloped it, finding you on your side, being cradled against David’s body as he spoons you, strong arms wrapped around you, cock still slightly stiff inside you, and your heart sings a long pure note of joy. This is what I want. I never ever believed I could want this, but he showed me. He showed me what can make me happy. Make me safe. Being his is all I need.

He takes a deep breath through his nose, pulling in the scent of your hair, and he makes a low satisfied grunting noise and snuggles you even tighter. He mumbles something that might’ve been “good girl” and butterflies go off in your belly again. You’d think you’d get used to him calling you that, but you never do. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna call him Daddy. I’m his good girl and he’s my Daddy and he’s gonna take care of me.

You open your mouth, take a shallow breath, and just before your voice can say the words you’ve been holding in for so long there’s a noise downstairs. The door slamming shut. In a flash, David’s body tenses, and he mutters “Rachel”. Another noise from outside, a car engine starting. Then he’s out of you, off of you, up from the bed stumbling pulling on his clothes. “RACHEL!” He’s out of your room and running down the stairs, yelling your mother’s name, and then the door slams once again.

And you’re alone.

Your stepdad’s cum in your pussy. His sweat on your skin. His words still echoing in your mind. And a coldness taking over your heart. After all this time wrapped in the warm pink glow he gave you, that darkness starts to seep back in, gloating in its inevitability. He… he left. I was his, and he left. He said he was gonna take care of me, and he left.

A muffled buzz from across the room. Another. Your phone, still in your discarded jeans. Something, some **** hope that it’s David, picks your body up off the bed and digs your phone out of the pocket. It’s not David, it’s from an unsaved number, and you realize immediately who it is.