Sins of the Father

"Close your eyes," he said, kissing my calf.

This was definitely my surprise. The last time I'd had this much attention, solely on me, I was with another woman. Not that Master James didn't put effort into making me feel good, it was that I was usually doing my best to make HIM feel good as well. I just couldn't help but feel a little helpless, and that in itself just made my tunnel clench in anticipation. His hands gently pried my legs apart and I couldn't help but tense in anticipation. But what I wasn't expecting was the soft, firm pressure of his tongue to slide inside my cunt hole.

"Ah!" I moaned. "Master James!"

"Shhh," he replied, giving me a slow lick.

I shuddered and stayed quiet as he made gentle love to me with his tongue. His tongue traced patterns over my clitoris, sending sparks of bliss through my core. Before plunging into my cunt and finally licking up the full length of my flesh. Every now and then he surprised me with a small kiss, or a firm nibble. All the while I climbed ever higher to my peak. I sighed in desperation, thinking to myself that I wouldn't be able to hold back if he kept this up. My fears were doubled when he penetrated me with two of his fingers.

"M-Master James!" I moaned.

"You don't need permission tonight," he said softly, before giving my clit a light suck. "Tonight is about you. Just enjoy yourself, I love you."

Before I could respond, his fingers curled upward, pressing into my g-spot. As I groaned out my pleasure, his lips wrapped around my clit. The firm pressure of his mouth, amplified as his tongue rolled over my exposed clit. And like no time before, my vision began to dim as I lost sense of time. The rolling bliss flowed through me, making my body shudder as I found my peak. And like a tidal wave of pleasure, I squirted over Master Jame's face. The moment I felt it coming, I tried to tell him to stop, but he seemed to double down, and I erupted in beautiful agony. But... As I expected him to pull away from the wet mess I shot over him, instead he surged on, rubbing my g-spot even more vigorously, milking my pleasure until I almost screamed.

As I came down from my climax, Master James slowed his ministrations. Cracking open my eyes, I could see the smile on his face as he released my swollen clit. The sudden temperature change made me flinch as it throbbed. But Master James didn't stop there. He started kissing my skin. Small kisses, punctuated occasionally with a sharp nip of his teeth. His hands rolled up my sides, tickling my ribs as he slowly climbed my body. As his lips passed my navel, I reached down to run my fingers through his hair. I thought about trying to pull him up, where I could kiss him properly, but I doubted he'd respond. Tonight may have been about me, but he was still my master and his wants superseded my own. As his lips met my nipple, his hands took the other. He spent a few minutes alternating between them, while completely ignoring my quiet begging. I'd never come from nipple stimulation before, but I had a feeling it was definitely something to explore later, as he finally moved on.

I whimpered and moaned as he took his time kissing and biting the sides of my neck. One of his hands cupped the back of my head, preventing me from turning or moving. My cunt was practically screaming for release as he finally reached my jawline and I finally begged out loud.

"Please!"

"Oh?" Master James smiled, seeing my tormented expression. "So you want your surprise then?"

I nodded frantically, "yes, please, whatever it is, just please, make me come!" I begged.

Master James just smiled and with a gentle brush of his lips on my cheek, he sat up. I couldn't help the frown that spread across my face as he pulled away. My naughty little cunt was practically quivering on its own, I was so stimulated.

POP

Glancing down at his hands, I saw the small bottle. It was lubricant and like a light bulb, my eyes went wide. Moving to roll over, Master James' firm hands pressed me into the mattress.

"Just wait," he said softly.

I pouted, before frowning in confusion. Lube usually meant anal and I'd been asking for days now for him to fuck my ass. I wanted to feel dominated and ruined until he left his seed inside me. Anal wasn't supposed to be gentle and loving... was it? And if not anal, why did he need lube? I was still unsure of what was about to happen as Master James leaned down and claimed my lips. I couldn't help but moan in delight at the taste of his saliva. I even tried to follow him as he pulled away, but his hand pressed into my shoulder, pushing me back.

"Pull up your knees, it will make it easier at the start," he whispered softly.

I complied immediately, pulling my knees up and tucking them up, either side of my breasts. This was all so new to me, I flinched as I felt his cock press up against my ass.

"Relax," he said softly, before his lips pressed into my own.

As I moaned into his mouth, his tongue invaded my own. Distracted from the sensation, it took me a moment to realise he was pushing into my ass. I only felt the barest sense of discomfort, before that all familiar pop as the head passed the ring of muscle. I held my breath, waiting for him to slam it into me. To take me, to own me... But... His cock only pushed in an inch or so, before pulling back out most of the way. He kept kissing me, as he slowly, inch by inch, drove his cock deeper inside my ass. The pleasure from the full feeling I felt was already peaking when he suddenly leaned back. I watched through hooded eyes as he straightened, balancing on his knees. That same pop from earlier reached my ears, before cool liquid touched our joining. I smiled, realising he was adding more lubricant. Whether for my comfort or his own, I couldn't wait for the real fun to begin if this is how it was going to happen. So it was still a surprise when his thumb brushed over my clit. As I gasped and arched my back, he pushed forward, sinking half his length back inside my ass. A few more strokes of my clit and I was biting my thumb, when he pushed in the rest of his length. And like a slutty like cunt I was, I clenched down in another orgasm.

As my body quivered, my legs shook, my core pulsed and my mouth opened, it was invaded by Master Jame's tongue. With my scream cut off, I gaped, mindlessly as his entire cock slid in and out of my ass. In the past, I'd needed to take several cocks before I was relaxed enough to enjoy anal. But now... With Master James... I wasn't even human anymore. I was meat... Just three holes to fuck into submission and I wouldn't even beg for water as long as Master James never stopped what he was doing. My orgasms blended from one to the next, taking me to higher and higher plains of pleasure. The firm pressure of his mouth, finally relented as he pulled away. I looked up at him, desperate for more, when he snarled back at me.

"Take it, slut!"

Burying himself to the hilt in my ass, I felt his cock throb with the first of his orgasm. Quickly wrapping my legs around his waist, I bucked my hips, thrusting myself back up into him as I rode through my own orgasm. And as his weight settled over my body, I collapsed back on the bed and held him tightly against myself. I could feel the sweat pouring off him, but I didn't care. He owned me, in every way... Just how I wanted.

...Chapter Ten...

The drive was taking longer than expected. Not that I was complaining. I was probably going to have to start banking punishments for Athena at this rate. Hell, I was thinking of telling her I was getting sore, but she'd probably find a way to coax out another orgasm. From the moment we got up this morning, it was like she was in heat. I woke up to the feeling of her washing my cock clean with a cloth and a bowl of soap and water. The moment she was done, she stuffed my cock in her mouth, and wouldn't let up until I came down her throat. She did the same thing while I ate breakfast, again when we got in the car and I'd narrowly finished in her mouth, only for her to sit up, as a police car drove past. But the small smirk plastered across her face as she made a very obvious swallow, just made me want to pull over and thrash her with my cock for the rest of the morning... Not that she'd complain... Or beg me to stop...

"We're almost there," I said softly, ignoring her 'fuck me' eyes that refused to leave my own.

She didn't respond, which honestly didn't surprise me. I kept driving until I spotted the sign for the retirement village. 'Green Oak's' was the name of the place. Considering the woodland, I wasn't all that surprised. It was also near the very town he used to patrol. Though the town we were in was far larger. I wanted to ask Athena if she was okay, but when I glanced in her direction, she still had that look in her eye, so I pulled into the lot and parked in silence. Getting out, I waited for Athena to join me, before locking the doors. Taking her hand, I simply headed inside to the front desk, where a young woman sat behind a computer.

"Howdy, how can I help?" she asked with a smile.

"Hi, we're here to see Graham Moore," I smiled back.

The woman beamed at my words, "oh that's lovely. He doesn't get many visitors. I'll give him a ring and make sure he's up. Who do I tell him is here?"

I decided to go with something that would peak his interest. I just hoped he didn't balk and turn us away. I had no interest in trying to break into a retirement village for a few questions from a nearly eighty year old. But as the young woman spoke on the phone, she smiled and nodded.

"Alright, just head down the hall. Second hall on the left, he's in room seven," she smiled.

I thanked her for the information and took Athena's hand. She seemed to have finally dropped her sex kitten expression. But she didn't seem concerned, which was a good thing. We walked in silence, enjoying one another's touch, as we followed the woman's instructions. Finally, we came to a door marked with a silver, '7.'

KNOCK KNOCK

"Come in," a croaky voice called.

Opening the door, I took in the sight before me. It was a well furnished room. Bright, with a large window, which was open, letting in a cool breeze. The bed looked large and comfortable. Beside it was a small dining set. It even had a kitchenette so he could prepare basics in his room without help. But, in the centre of the room, in a wheelchair and suffering moderate symptoms of parkinsons, was Graham Moore.

"My god," he mumbled, raising a shaky hand to cover his mouth.

Of all the ways this could have gone, I didn't expect to see him break down in tears. I DEFINITELY didn't expect to see Athena stride forward and take him in her arms. So I took a seat at the table and left them to their moment. I could see the tears rolling down Athena's cheeks as she bent over the old man. His soft crying was the only sound other than a few small birds that chirped outside. But... Eventually he collected himself and Athena sat back on her heels, taking his hands in her own.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I'm so, so terribly sorry."

"It's okay," Athena smiled back. "I have a new master, who loves me and makes me happy."

The old man's eyes snapped to me, and I could see the cold calculations he was running on me, before they drifted back into sadness. "Son, don't make the same mistakes as an old man. The most beautiful flowers are the ones allowed to grow."

"You don't need to worry. The last guy who touched her is dead," I shrugged. "I'm just planning on marriage and kids."

I watched as a tear rolled down his cheek, before he broke eye contact and nodded. Taking a deep breath, he seemed to mentally change gears, before looking back up at us both. "So, I'm guessing you found me for a reason. And I'm still alive, so you need information."

Athena nodded, before gesturing towards me. "I'm Athena Smith's younger brother. I'm looking for her," I said simply.

The old man shuddered as more tears rolled down his cheeks. "I'm sorry, young man. She's been dead twenty-seven years."

I just stared and made a few calculations, the time frame fit Athena's, so called, adoption. "Explain," I demanded in a soft tone.

The old man just sighed and nodded his head as Athena stroked his hands. "I... Was a good cop. I did my job, kept the streets clean. Until one day, I pulled over the wrong guy. He was hauling half a tonne of coke," he cleared his throat. "The only reason I lived, was because I bargained for my life. I was a small town cop, everyone knew where I lived. If I tried to make the arrest, I'd probably have been killed. If not, I'd have been killed afterward in revenge. Instead, I just paved the way for them to bring their shipments through the town. They never stopped, never made trouble, but they always came through when I gave them the all clear. I was sweet on Mary," he said with a gleam in his eye. "She was young, pretty and had a beautiful little girl I only saw once or twice. One day, she answered my spare phone. They hung up pretty quick, but she was suspicious. She confronted me and I broke down, told her everything. That night, she packed up to leave town... I stopped her...

"I started following her around. Making sure I knew where she was. I didn't know if the gang would go after her. She thought I was stalking her. Started putting in complaints. I made up some bullshit and made excuses. But complaint after complaint, all for trying to protect her... I got so mad, so frustrated. When she finally tried to leave, I chased her down. Wanted to make her see reason. I don't know what I was thinking, but I wound down my winder, drew my pistol and shot out her rear tyre." The old man stopped as he wiped away a few more tears. And in a broken voice he continued. "I... I watched as the car lost control, then rolled and went into the river. There was debris everywhere, bit's of car strewn about the road. I pulled over, ran out to help. And that's where I found you," he said, looking up at Athena. "You, lying on the grass, busted and broken like you'd been flung from the vehicle. I put you in the squad car and went back to check the river for Mary. I couldn't even find the car.

"When they pulled up the car and found one body, I thought I'd atone for my actions. Raise you as the daughter I wish you were. Six months later, they found a body in the river Just a skeleton and in the same area as the crash. It was big news in the town, but the case went unsolved. After all, Athena Smith survived the crash. This other poor child was just some Jane Doe. But I went digging on my own..." He sighed, before looking up at Athena. "Your real name is Claire Hoover. You were four and nine months old when I found you. You'd run away from an abusive foster home just the night before I found you. You'd walked across state borders, which is why it took so long to find out about you. By the time I knew the truth, it was too late. I was the town hero, the gang was happy there weren't any witnesses. But the woman I loved and the daughter I never had were dead... I lashed out. I treated you like an object. I destroyed your life. And when I finally retired from the force, they came back... Those fucking bastards told me, if ever I sold them out, they'd kill you." He stopped and just hung his head and cried.

"What happened to Athena's body?" I asked evenly.

The old man raised his head, "She was cremated. There wasn't much left than bone anyway. I made sure I spread her ashes a few miles from here in a glade. I spread her mother's ashes in the same place. I-I wanted them to be together," he wept openly.

I had my information. This man wasn't a threat. With a pat on Athena's shoulder, I quietly left and headed back to the car. Two minutes later, Athena appeared in the entrance. Heading over, I opened the door from the inside for her and she climbed in.

"You okay?" I asked.

Athena just nodded, before looking up at me. "Master James?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we make love when we get home?"

I just smiled, "sure thing, slut."

She grinned as I started the engine. It was a long drive home. But as we headed inside, Athena led me quietly into the room. I watched her as she undressed me, before undressing herself. Her attitude was reserved and quiet, but her arousal was obvious by the glistening skin between her thighs. But this time, she pushed me back onto the bed. Silent as a spectre, she climbed atop me, taking my erect cock in her hands. After a few strokes, she lifted herself up, positioning my cock at her entrance. Lowering herself down, I groaned softly as her tight walls clenched around me. Rocking her hips slightly, she settled herself down as far as she could, before leaning forward and kissing me softly.

"Master James, I need more birth control," she said softly.

I just reached up and stroked the side of her face, before smiling softly. "If we do that, how are we supposed to start a family of our own?"

The delight that flooded her features was soon squashed as her tongue plunged into my mouth. I groaned as she bobbed her hips, slapping her pelvis into my own as she used her body to milk my orgasm. I was just a passenger here, along for the ride as Athena claimed everything I'd promised. Her mewling cries of pleasure pushed me over the edge and I fired my seed deep inside her. The moment she realised I was coming, Athena forced herself down with all her weight and rocked her hips gently. The moment I came down, she slipped herself free. Holding one hand between her legs, she bent over my cock and gave it long, slow licks from base to tip. In no time at all, I was hard again and in a flash, she threw her leg over me and impaled herself a second time. I took hold of her ass as I watched her back muscles shift as she rode me. But I had my own wants. Reaching around, I grabbed her breast with one hand and massaged her clit with the other. As she gasped from the sudden contact, I pulled her back so she laid on my chest allowing me to thrust up inside her.

"Yes!" Athena cried.

"Is this what you want?" I growled, nipping her ear.

"Yes, Master James, this is everything I want!"

"Nothing but a dirty little slut," I growled into her ear. "Beg me to breed you!"

"M-Master James, please, please, please come inside my worthless little cunt and put your child inside me!"

With a growl, I rolled pinning her beneath me. Wrapping an arm around the front of her neck, I slammed my cock into her as hard as I could.

"Slut!" I growled. "Nobody, not even you, has the right to call yourself worthless! You're the slave and I get to decide who's worthy of coming on my cock, not you." She just moaned in response, her eyes clenched tight. "Apologise for insulting my slutty little slave!"

"I-I'm sorry," she gasped. "I'm sorry, I called your slave worthless!" She cried, holding back her orgasm as my cock thrusted directly into her g-spot.

"Good. Now come, like the slut you are."

Her tunnel clenched as she squealed in pleasure. The familiar feeling of hot liquid soaked my balls as I continued fucking her. The stimulation finally enough for me to find my own end. And as I came down, I rolled off her, pulling her to my chest to hold her close.

"Will you still be my slut after I marry you?" I asked.

She just chuckled. "I'll always be your slut, Master James."

... Epilogue...

I honestly had no idea what to tell him. The nurses had informed me he was on his deathbed. He could literally go at any moment. It was the only reason I was here. I'd even brought Athena with me. Sometimes I needed a support person. Who better than the woman I loved with all my heart. But I really wasn't prepared to see him like this. The man I saw before was broken. This was barely a man. He laid perfectly still, propped up slightly with his eyes closed. His skin was so pale, if not for the subtle movement of his chest, I'd have sworn he was already dead. As I stepped into the room, Athena followed in and he opened his eyes. I still had no idea what to actually tell him.