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Intoxicated.
That was how you felt— completely inebriated and already a little dumb from the way he rocked you back and forth, back and forth on the tensing muscle of his thigh. Strong and rugged underneath you, tinged with sweat and blood, the smell so familiar now, consoling you further and you pressed your nose against his neck, eager to have him surround you entirely.
“Look at me,” he grunted, holding your chin between a thumb and forefinger, face so stern and eyes so blue when they bored into your own. “you gonna tell me why you went out on your own?”
You were playing dangerous, or maybe it was the stars that clouded your mind when your clit bumped against his thigh— coy to his question, the welt upon your cheek stinging still from the alcohol he had pressed against it, the skin around your eye already starting to swell…
“Don’t know what you’re talking about, daddy.”
Fuck.
There it was, that- that name. A singular something that drove him absolutely insane, causing his cock to swell and his jeans to tighten — you had him wrapped around your little finger, whether he liked it or not.
Emmett sighed, squeezing his eyes shut before wrapping a hand loosely around your throat.
“Last chance, baby-” he spoke slow, almost mockingly, “why did you break my rules?”
Silence. That was your response against pouted lips, you knew what was coming next and he’d have the reason sooner or later.
“Come on then, over my lap— you know what to do,” you whined at his command, but obeyed, your ass arched nice and pretty over his lap, the only barrier being the cotton of your underwear and you inwardly mewled for the sting of his palm. “atta girl.”
Rough palms kneaded at the globes of flesh, pulling the saturated cotton taut against your clit before inflicting a sharp slap to your poor cheek— the skin simmering, the weight of his palm still there, even after he pulled away to spank the other.
“Daddy, please-!” Another one, the force behind it enough to have you jolting forward, though the pain was enough to keep your mind off the wounds that stippled your pretty face. “It hurts!”
You were whining, unable to struggle in his tight hold and your pussy was soaking, dripping onto his jeans and smearing all over your thighs from the constant clenching— clit throbbing furiously, just aching to be touched and played with.
“I know it does, sweetheart- supposed to,”
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Three quick blows, hard enough to leave a print, stinging the backs of your thighs before smoothing his harsh hand over those pretty welts.
“But it’s for your own good.” Joel’s fingertips inched closer and closer towards your pussy, slipping between your thighs to press the warmth of his palm against you, just barely grazing your puffy clit. “If y’woulda just stayed inside I wouldn’t have to punish you, silly girl.”
Fat tears ebbed over your waterline, glistening down your cheeks to leave them all puffy and red.
“M’sorry-” you hiccuped, mindlessly arching into his palming hand, even through that immense humiliation that circled the pit of your stomach.
“Sorry doesn’t cut it, girlie- y’know that—” once again, after the warmth of his fingers disappeared from your pussy, he cut his speech with another spank— this time with enough force to have you shift up the length of his lap, leaving your eyes to swirl around, all dumb and compliant now.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
You cried out, various babbles falling from your puffy lips, slick with spit and swallowing your tears— so frustrated from the lack of touch to where you needed him most, your clit throbbed and begged to be pressed and rolled between his callused fingertips, arousal still dripping down, the wet spot on his jeans a massive indicator to how badly you needed him to sate your clenching pussy.
“P-please!” Your throat crackled from all the constant whines and mewls, reaching a hand behind your back for something, anything to hold onto, but only resulted in him grabbing at your wrist and pressing it tightly against your back, keeping it there, a silent command; no touching.
You felt so sore, the backs of your thighs victim to his blows, skin so soft and fleshy, just begging to be kneaded and smacked.
“Emmett! Daddy please, I-I’m sorry!”
“I know-” he cooed, his unoccupied hand smoothing over your forehead and petting at your hair. “Just a few more. Gotta make you learn.”
Your ass was searing once he had finished, palm smoothing over the hot skin, no more anticipation, just soothing circles into throbbing flesh.
“Come on, up you get— let’s dry those tears, hm?” You shifted, trying hard not to put pressure against your bruised backside when you straddled his lap, his callused thumbs careful when they swiped away the tears that managed to slip before cradling your face between his palms. “Y’gonna give me a smile, sweet girl?”
You pouted before cracking a little smile, your hands gripping at his shoulders, something to ground you.
“There she is,” Emmett cooed, smoothing the soft wisps of hair out of your face, thumbs rubbing circles over the apples of your cheeks. “Y’know I care about you, baby— don’t want you gettin’ hurt.”
“I know,” you sighed, leaning forward to nuzzle your nose against his, “and I love you for it.”
“I know,” he repeated, he didn’t have to say it back, you just knew, you could tell with the way he held you, looked at you, surrounded you.
“I need you, daddy,” you whispered, continuing your shifting and grinding upon his lap, “please can I have it?”
He knew what you were asking for and he’d let you have it till the end of time.
He unbuckled his belt, popping the button to his jeans and pulled out his cock, hard and leaking at the tip, your mouth started to water, pussy clenching at the idea of having him inside you once again.
“Come on, lay down for me.” You nodded, shifting around in your shared bunker, heat rising and causing your skin to perspire.
Emmett pushed your panties to the side, no more, nothing in the way now, just sweet, hot pleasure.
The blunt head of his cock tapped crudely against your clit, before he swiped it teasingly along your folds, getting it nice and wet before inching it inside your opening— the pillow that was stuffed beneath your hips, along with your sopping arousal had him sliding in with little resistance.
“There ya go,” he hummed, bottoming out completely— you could feel the heavy drag of his balls against the throbbing skin of your ass when he pulled out just to push himself back in, his thrusts so hard it had your mouth watering, brain struggling to keep up, instead just letting mindless babbles slip. “Good girl.”
DaddyDaddyDaddyDaddy.
A constant mantra fell from your spit-slick lips, nothing else coming to mind, not while he fucked you into the stained mattress— so dirty and obscene, it had your eyes practically rolling to the back of your skull.
You were close already, clit throbbing and pussy clenching, all creamy and wet, sticking to the wiry thatch of hair at his base.
He knew you were close. That’s why he stopped his thrusts, leaning in close and squeezing at your cheeks with a large hand, lips jutting into a pout.
“Know you were close, sweet girl,” he cooed, mocking your pout with one of his own, chuckling at your desperate whines. “but daddy’ll only let you cum if you promise me you’ll never go outside alone again.”