The Third Hunt Pt. 03

The tv turned on, and a new video played, different from yesterday. With widening eyes, I realized it was the shower from yesterday, after the cat and mouse game in the gym. How many cameras did he have hidden about, ready for these moments?

"You said yesterday that you obey because it means avoiding punishment," Jason said in my ear. His hand cupped my breast, and I shuddered as my navel became warm. "And then you claimed that it was to please me. But I know you were holding back something. You think it's a cold calculus in your head, that by trying to please me you avoid me more, right?"

I shook my head, and he simply squeezed my breast once, then slid his hand down to my crotch. On the screen, I was still sucking him off in the shower.

"Look at that," he purred. His hand played with my clit, and I moaned inaudibly. "Pretty gorgeous technique. But this isn't about your technique, honey. It's about that face."

I knew what he meant. I could see it in my own eyes, the lust on my flushed face as he shot his load into my mouth and I hungrily slurped it all up.

"What was that face about, sweetie? Believe it or not, I was going to save some energy for later, let you rest, and instead you deepthroat me. What benefit did that have for your so-called plan? It sure as hell pleased daddy, but it didn't make for less time with your master, and you had already avoided punishment by obeying."

My cunt moistened as he continued playing with it, and then he stopped, moving so that he knelt by the couch again.

"You didn't do that for a plan. You did that because you're daddy's little whore, and you wanted his hot cock in you."

I averted my eyes from him, aware of the flush in my face. I could've sworn I had a good reason for sucking him off in the shower, but now I couldn't remember.

He pulled me into a sitting position and forced my legs apart. There was no knife this time, only his strong hands ripping the crotch of my leggings open. His rough tongue found my folds, and I began to whine, writhing in my seat. My eyes fell upon the tv, and I saw that now the video had shifted to the assfucking earlier this morning.

I didn't even realize I had been pushing back against his hips then. Good god, what if he was right?

Just like yesterday, he brought me to the knife's edge with his tongue, and I moaned, painfully aware of the heat in my loins.

"Please, let your girl cum," I panted.

Instead, however, he stopped, and I was ready to cry.

Jason rose, and began to strip. His hard cock greeted me, painfully engorged, and I suddenly understood why he stopped. My body was meant for his pleasure, ultimately.

"Please," I whined. "Please, I want... I want your hot cock in me, daddy. Fuck me, daddy."

His strong arms seized me, and before I knew it he had bent me over the armrest of the couch. My shirt was pulled off, letting my tits bounce free, and he ripped away my shredded leggings. One hand found my hair, and instinctively I arched my back, as his other hand grabbed my bound wrists.

There was no need for slow insertion. He hilted in one quick thrust into my slick cunt, stuffing me completely. With reckless abandon, he began to pound into me, animalistic. There was no change in pace, no gentle grinding or sadistic sawing. He was fucking me, plain and simple. My tits swayed with each thrust, and it felt like lightning was arcing across my sensitive nipples.

It was much shorter than before, maybe five minutes before I felt him begin to jerk.

"Say it," he growled.

"Cum in me, daddy!"

He slammed his hips against my ass, and he came hard, his monstrous cock jerking inside of me three or four times as rope after rope of hot jizz flooded my thirsty cunt. I clenched around him, and screamed as my orgasm finally arrived, nearly bringing me to the brink of unconsciousness.

He barely softened before pulling out, leaving me with a feeling of aching emptiness as I splayed over the armrest like a puppet with her strings cut. Part of me expected to pass out again, but another part of me knew that this wasn't like last night. I was primed for the taking, left in an afterglow of shallow adoration, and he wasn't going to let it slide this time.

His hands found my chain, and he pulled me to face him as he stood up. His hideous cock faced me, still dripping from our combined juices, and even through the fog of exhaustion I knew what to do.

I wrapped my lips around his half-hard length and slurped the tip of his dick, sucking out the last remnants of his cum. Jason groaned loudly, running a hand through my hair as I began to slide his hardening cock down my throat. Idly, I realized my black lipstick was smearing over his cock. He must've planned it.

"That's enough," he panted, tugging on my collar. He hopped back on the couch, then flipped me back on my stomach, smooshing my face into the cushioning as he made my ass jut out into the air.

Grabbing my hips in a vise, he thrust into me again, this time pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into me, reaming my tight cunt over and over again. Through the haze, I warmed up to another orgasm as he let my cunt experience the immense length of his cock over and over again.

It must've been a good ten minutes of that, of him sliding in over and over like a machine, before he began to jerk.

"Cum in me, daddy," I slurred.

He thrust in, hilting himself completely, and flooded my belly with even more cum than before, filling me with pulse after sloppy pulse. I didn't know how I could even have so much cum inside of me.

Jason pulled out, breathing heavily, then spooned me on the couch. I panted as my back rested against his hot and muscular chest, keenly aware of the warmth in my belly.

"Why do you keep doing it inside?" I murmured, too tired to realize how that might get him mad. "Aren't you worried that I might-"

"Oh, I know," he said. "That's not happening yet."

"Yet?" I felt a pang of terror suddenly cut through the haze.

"I'll wait until you make your choice," he cooed. "I mean, the answer's a given, but I'll wait to be a good sport. I've been breeding you, sure, but this is but a little taste. Practice."

His hand found my belly, and he rubbed it gently.

"And then when you understand you are daddy's little slut, I will plop you down on a plush mattress and you will open those legs wide for me. And I will plow your field again and again, and you will take daddy's seed over and over again, and you will want more. And eventually one of those seeds will sprout."

He pressed his hand down on my flat stomach, possessive.

"Four days from now, when you make your choice, I will fucking breed over and over again you until your belly is swollen with daddy's seed, and you will love every minute of it."