Stupid Young Whore: Chapter 3
Diana's heart beat fast and loud. She started to hear it like a drum in her ears soon as she began to reminisce that morning. It felt wrong but, at the same time, so right. Like the aching parts of her body, from how her leg muscles felt sore to that deep part of her that Daniel had reached and still throbbed, it was something that should feel bad but definitely didn't.
The girl had spent the last twenty minutes in the shower, washing off the reminders of how much Daniel seemed to want her and how much she wanted him back, a smile coming and going on her lips. Part of him was still deep inside her, exactly where she thought it belonged. In a mix of excitement and nervousness, she tried to concentrate on what he had told her: they had to be careful, and details mattered.
So Diana showered carefully, avoiding getting her long hair wet in case their parents arrived soon, as even if her father wouldn't notice the difference, Leda probably would. She was also very aware of how her buttocks were red, Daniel's fingerprints still very visible there, and made a mental note not to wear anything too revealing that day - especially not a bikini.
But when she laid down in bed, back in the t-shirt he had given her, it was the moment Diana really started to think about all that had happened. Her mind began to go on loops as if shaping the infinity symbol. She was so unused to things going right for her that insecurity seemed to have slipped back into her subconscious, then her conscious. As if she disregarded everything Daniel had said, how he had acted from the night before until that morning, she questioned everything in between. What if she had opened up to him too soon? Would he get tired of her after a few more times like this? What if it had given him the wrong impression of her?
Then, she stopped the thoughts in their tracks. What wrong impression? She had shown him exactly what she was, and he seemed more than pleased with it. Shifting in bed, the girl felt how sensitive her young entrance still was, how it tingled with every slight movement, just as her behind did. They were undoubtedly a match if she could manage to keep him interested in her. Daniel wanted to do things to her, and Diana wanted him to do those things to her. After a deep breath, she whispered to herself, "And he cares about you, for some reason."
Diana remembered how he had stopped slapping her there, at that place she didn't think she'd ever be beaten on, how wrong it felt, how much they both seemed to revel in it happening. Moreover, how Daniel had stopped with everything as soon as he thought they were overdoing it when the only thing in her mind was to show him how far she could go to please him. And he had realized when to stop without her telling him. She thought there was no reason to be scared, and even if something terrible happened to her, it would just be part of how they had sex, not because he didn't care about her. That was when a surge of affection, of feeling safe with him, started overflowing her chest, and when she heard a knock on the door.
"Come in," she said in a tone more alarmed than she intended.
Daniel slightly opened the door, just his face in, "All clean downstairs. What about you?"
She sat in bed, her legs crossed under her, "Me? All clean downstairs," she nodded toward her lower torso and chuckled, to what Daniel laughed.
"Ok. Good. And how are you feeling?" He asked while walking in, getting close to her bed.
"You don't need to knock, you know?" Diana looked at him as he sat down very close to her, his back leaning on the big white pillows propped against the bed's headboard. "At least not when they're not here."
"Are you sure? What if I catch you doing something you don't want me to see?" He tugged a strand of her brown hair behind her tiny ear.
"What, like, changing?" She looked at him, tilting her head, "As if you hadn't seen all of me already."
Daniel smiled, and she found herself lost in his blue eyes. They looked wild to her as if he were a wolf. She'd be a deer, she thought. A deer that didn't run from its predator but willingly accepted its fangs. A stupid deer, she thought. Diana felt the thought was cheesy, too close to the romantic bullshit she read in those young adult books that tried to be dark but with a teenage twist. However, it felt weird to her how much the thought matched how she felt. She realized maybe she was an excellent example of something teenage with a dark twist herself.
"Good to know I have all this freedom when it comes to you," he leaned his face closer to her and kissed her on the side of her chin; when their eyes met again, his made her suppress a gasp, "But I'm far from seeing enough of you."
Diana breathed in deeply.
"Anytime," she whispered before realizing she couldn't stop it. She couldn't stop giving Daniel her everything. Diana looked at him as if in a trance, his presence bringing her nothing more than certainty. Gone was her wondering about what he'd think of her. She'd be whatever he wanted her to be, but, to the girl, the best part was how what she already was seemed to be enough.
Daniel kissed her on the lips, and she leaned forward to receive it, eager to welcome his affection or anything else he threw her way.
"We have to keep all of this a secret. They can't suspect anything," he said while caressing her face.
She felt as if something inside her chest was in free fall. Diana remembered they couldn't just have each other like any other couple did, and that crushed her. However, she answered him with nothing but a slight stammer, "Y-Yeah, of course."
"I'll work on winning your father over, and if I'm right, we won't have to worry about him for much longer," he said, and Diana felt weird by how much she didn't mind how the phrase sounded like a threat. "But I need you on your best behavior for that to happen. And for what matters, you told me about the school thing this morning, ok?"
"Ok..." she answered, and her heart started beating fast yet again.
…
Before even tasting it, Daniel knew that would be the best lasagna he would ever have in his entire life. His mother, Leda, was very consistent when preparing the dish, but this one was special. It was the one that gave him the chance to savor Diana.
Their parents returned one hour and forty-five minutes after they left, and his mother would take at least another hour and a half cooking. That would leave him time to spend between uselessly trying to work and burning his brain cells while thinking about how to carry this new thing with his step-sister forward.
"I brought you this one. I tried it once in Virginia. It's a good beer," Gregory said while showing Daniel a twelve pack of an Austrian lager from a brewery in Charlottesville.
"Thanks, Greg," the young man answered, watching the older one putting the beer in the fridge. He had brought a 24-pack of Budweisers for himself.
"No problem. Just let me know when you want to start since you look like you're still working. Good for you, kid."
"He should be enjoying his weekend! It is a Saturday, for Christ's sake!" Leda yelled from the kitchen.
"I am, mom. I am," Daniel answered loudly, and it was true.
Although apprehensive, since he now had a secret that didn't depend only on him to keep and spent every second of his day until then only watching Gregory and Leda, still planning his next steps, he couldn't say he wasn't enjoying his weekend. In fact, he wondered if that hadn't been the best Saturday morning he ever had - for reasons he couldn't disclose to his mother or anyone else, of course.
"Don't judge him for doing his best," Gregory grunted to his girlfriend, then he looked at Daniel, "Did she give you any trouble?"
Daniel knew he referred to Diana. The sudden change in the man's tone to a curt one would let him know that, no need to say her name. He saw in that a chance to start putting things in motion.
"No. No trouble whatsoever. But we talked," Daniel said, his voice turning serious, his face full of meaning.
Gregory raised an eyebrow, and Leda stopped moving around the kitchen.
"Did she tell you about what happened at school?" The older man asked, not wasting time.
"Yes, she did," Daniel replied.
"Why!?" Leda angrily screamed from the kitchen, which caught Daniel by surprise.
Her reaction was too over the edge; the only thing he imagined could cause it was his mom having her son know her perfect second marriage had been scarred by a scandal so soon. Not that she was trying her best to hide it from him, he thought.
"Because I asked," Daniel said while looking at her, and when her bright blue eyes met his, he continued in a raspy, cold tone, "chill."
Leda squirmed like a child who had been told to be quiet. Still, she obeyed her son and stopped what seemed to be the beginning of a tantrum before it even started.
When Daniel looked back at Gregory to size his reaction, the man looked nothing more than pleased with how the younger man had dealt with the situation, then he pinched the bridge of his nose, "Well, now you know what I'm dealing with here."
"Yeah, probably not easy for a father," Daniel answered. "It doesn't look like something she would do, though," he said, "from what I've seen, she is a good girl. Has been nothing more than respectful and well behaved around me. I wonder what could have happened," and he noticed how the big and the older man flinched for a millisecond.
"You don't know that one well enough," Gregory grunted, his eyes anywhere Daniel's couldn't find them.
"I don't," he admitted, looking down and back to his laptop's screen. "It's just sad. Maybe I can help you with that if you want."
"How?" Gregory sounded as if taken aback.
Daniel knew perfectly well what had hit him. "Give her to me," would have been Daniel's words, implied but never said. He felt that Gregory had been able to capture the idea out of thin air for some reason. Maybe because he was already worried about missing the chance to keep toying with and abusing his daughter, Daniel assumed. Or perhaps the older man would have done the same and already expected that.
"If you trust me enough to put her on the right path, you can let her hang out with me more. I can introduce her to some of my friends. Many of them have siblings her age," Daniel started saying when Leda tried to intervene.
"Son…" she tried and didn't go on as both men looked at her, making her take a deep breath.
Daniel couldn't stop himself from looking aggravated by how his mother tried her best to sabotage the girl, to pretend she was nothing more than furniture in her new house, or to stop contact between the rotten girl and her perfect son. Gregory was just openly upset by how his girlfriend tried to intrude in their conversation. Leda shrugged and went back to cooking.
"I don't know," Gregory said, pretending not to be affected.
"I won't push anything," Daniel said, "it's just sad not to give her a chance to redeem herself."
"How do you redeem yourself for that?" The older man scoffed almost playfully, then raised an eyebrow, "Are you saying you'd take care of her?"
"I would at least watch out for her," he said, "But yes, why not. I like her," and he heard his mother sighing loudly.
That was when Gregory looked at Daniel deeply in the eyes, a somewhat sarcastic grin on his lips. That was also when he became sure Gregory knew his intentions, at least partially. Daniel was readying up to try some damage control, to give up on that plan that came out too hastily, and try to salvage his future opportunities to be around Diana.
Taking Daniel entirely by surprise, though, Gregory inhaled deeply and leaned back on his chair, "Well… I wouldn't mind having her out of the house for a change," then the man looked at his girlfriend, "You wouldn't either."
"I don't think this is a good idea," Leda instantly said, probably dying to have a say in the matter.
"What, to have more time alone with me?" Gregory laughed. "C'mon, all in the family, isn't it? It's Danny we are talking about. If I can't trust my only daughter to him, who else?" The teasing grin on his face denoted a completely different meaning to what he had just said.
Leda couldn't stop looking terrified at her partner for a second.
Yet Daniel couldn't hide a grin of his own, especially when the older man got up and tapped on his shoulder. He felt a wicked satisfaction boiling inside. By the look on his mother's face, her reaction, her reluctance, he deduced she was well aware of what was about to happen. Better, Daniel was gleaming, rejoicing how apparently powerless Leda was to stop it from happening. Maybe Daniel and Gregory were alike, after all.
…
The lasagna was amazing, as he expected. His mother's mood was terrible at lunch, though, something he also expected after their previous conversation, one she didn't have much of a say on. She tried to pretend nothing had happened, but how displeasedly she looked at Diana throughout lunch was hard to miss. On the other hand, Gregory seemed weirdly more comfortable.
No one other than Daniel paid attention to how Diana tried to act normally, avoiding contact with their parents even more than usual, not even trying to jump into the conversations she knew she'd be cast aside. The girl would timidly look at Daniel, and he felt she tried to understand what was happening and why her father talked so much to Daniel, way more than usual.
The older man tried to understand why and how Daniel preferred soccer over football, almost sounding offended by it. Daniel argued that one of his grandfathers was Italian, the other of Portuguese descent, both nations with deep roots in the game and that he just followed what felt like tradition.
"You know," Gregory started while pointing his fork at his daughter, "Her mom was Brazilian."
"Really?" Daniel answered, and he couldn't stop his eyes from going wide.
Not only was Gregory making the conversation about his daughter, but he was also openly talking about his dead wife for the first time. In front of his girlfriend, nonetheless.
"Yes. Where do you think she inherited that color from? I'm Irish white, in case you haven't noticed," Gregory said, again a grin on his face.
Leda tried to remain impassive, both fork and knife working on her plate. Then Daniel looked at Diana, and the girl seemed lost, not knowing what to do with herself, blushing, looking at her father, then at her step-brother. After so long, the surprise of being the center of attention threw her off balance.
Daniel didn't really like that situation, and he felt for his mother, but, again, being with Gregory was her choice. The way things were going, if he wanted to give Diana the chance to choose him, he had to win his step-father over, follow his lead, and that's what he did.
"Not only the tan, I imagine," Daniel said while looking at Diana, a sly smile on his lips, and the girl got even redder.
Gregory laughed, a malicious grin all over his face, "nope, way more than only the tan," he looked at Daniel as if they were pals at a bar talking about women. Indifferent to the fact his girlfriend was sitting at their table, and the woman they talked about was his own daughter.
The older man made her speak in Portuguese for Daniel to hear, insisting on it after she confessed not speaking the language since she was little. Still, she gave it her best shot, a cute smile on her lips that made Daniel forget how uncomfortable he was feeling minutes ago. He couldn't understand what she said, as he didn't know more than a couple sentences in that language, but listening to her was nothing more than sexy to him, especially by how she looked at him while saying whatever it was she said.
Looking at Gregory, he realized they probably had the same expression while watching her. That's when his suspicions were satiated and when he confirmed Gregory was, for a fact, attracted to his own daughter. He had been right all along, now wondering what Gregory had in mind by including him so openly in his secret. However, why Leda hated Diana wasn't a secret any longer.
After getting up from the table, Gregory announced he was taking a nap before they went to the pool. He passed by Leda, who was already cleaning the table and going to the sink to start washing the dishes and putting things away, and he called her to join him.
"You can go. Let me take care of-" Leda's sentence was cut short by a well-placed slap on her behind. Her mature but slender body bounced upwards with the hit, and she did her best to suppress a gasp. Wide-eyed, she looked at Gregory, confused and blushing, then to the table where their "children" sat. Daniel promptly looked elsewhere, his face blank.
"Leave it," Gregory demanded in a raspy and low tone.
His action was unexpected, but it wasn't like Daniel didn't know this kind of thing happened between the two. He had a really good idea of the kind of woman his mother was, what made her happy. Even now, at forty-five years old, her model-like looks could easily get her a new partner. More than lean, tall, having beautiful and porcelain white skin, and with small breasts that didn't seem to have noticed the passage of time, Leda still had a face composed of fine and delicate traces only enhanced by her haven black hair and a pair of sparkling blue eyes. If that wasn't how she liked to be treated, she would have divorced his father many years before he passed away and definitely wouldn't be with someone like Gregory. Keeping that in mind, focusing on what he wanted, he let all the misguided protective feelings he had toward his mother remain buried deep inside of him.
When he saw Diana looking at them, he touched her shin with the tip of his foot under the table to make her look at him. Her eyes were wide, a mix of shock and embarrassment. Daniel smiled at her, nodding sideways with his head as if telling the girl to leave them alone.
"Diana will take care of this, won't you, sweetheart?" he said while looking at his daughter, "I imagine Daniel must have things to do," Gregory said, taking Leda by one hand while she dried the other on her dress as she followed him with her head down, and Daniel recognized that look - the same Diana had on her face when she came to him on the couch that same morning, right after asking him if he'd spank her.
Diana took a second to absorb her father's words, and Daniel watched the striking effect Gregory had had on her with a single sentence. He had never seen him call her sweetheart before and was almost sure that was what shaken her. When she seemed able to think again, she instantly answered, stammering. "Y-Yes! Of course!"
And the two parents left the kitchen, going upstairs. Leda didn't look at her son's face once, probably so embarrassed by the situation she should be dying inside, understandably, Daniel thought. A crazy scenario started forming in his mind, one impossible for him not to consider: Gregory getting horny by talking about his daughter, maybe even remembering her mother, and wanting to fuck Leda senseless because of it. Or perhaps he just wanted to assert his dominance over his girlfriend and leave the door open for Daniel, a gesture of goodwill. Maybe a mix of both. He thought of anything other than the man simply wanting to take a nap after lunch.
"What's happening!?" Diana got up, put both hands on the table while leaning forward, and whispered to Daniel as soon as they heard a door close upstairs.
"I was right. That is what's happening," he said, leaning back on his chair, the shadow of a smile on his lips.
"About what?"
"About everything, I suppose," he said, and although Diana looked wary, he wasn't sure what she was thinking.
The girl took her time looking at Daniel, letting what he said sink in for a minute. He did the same. Even though he knew he was responsible for that fast chain of events, he didn't expect all of that. Moreover, he definitely didn't predict such a positive outcome. He would just have to find out precisely what Gregory wanted and how, and he knew there was a possibility it could affect Diana. Many possibilities crossed his mind, warning him to prepare the girl as best as possible.
After a while, not saying anything, Diana went to the sink to start washing the dishes, and he followed her. Daniel wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, prompting the girl to let out a gasp. She posed her wet little hands on the edge of the sink and leaned her head back on his shoulder.
"You still want to be mine, right?" he asked, then kissed the side of her neck, his face snuggling between all that luscious brown hair.
"More than anything," she whispered, and he saw goosebumps on her forearms.
"We are getting there, and way faster than I anticipated. But we will have to make your father happy," Daniel said. "He knows about us. And by how he led my mother upstairs to just leave us be right now, he doesn't oppose it."
Diana inhaled deeply; again, Daniel wasn't sure what she thought or felt. She still leaned against him, though. Her body language was as open to him as it was in the morning.
"When you say you were right about everything…" She let the sentence ring.
"Yes. You suggested your father did things to you, got you to start on the pill… I think if my mother hadn't shown up in your lives, it would only be a matter of time before something else happened. He wanted you, and maybe he still does," Daniel said, and he felt her get tense.
"It's my fault. It's all my fault," she said in between sighs.
"You're not responsible for how beautiful you are," he said while kissing the top of her head.
"I could… I should have stopped him."
"Sure. Because your father seems like the type of guy who would take no for an answer."
"What do we do now?" Diana asked after taking a deep breath.
"Now we play the game. I can be wrong, and maybe he will just let us be. He suggested that when I talked to him in the morning," he replied.
"Really!?" She let out excitedly.
"Yes. He practically gave me permission to take you out," Daniel said, and she abruptly turned around and hugged him tightly, and he continued, "But I'm getting to know your father, what he thinks of you and my mother. In his mind, he owns you two, and I'm starting to think he wants to share this ownership with me. I honestly don't care about how he thinks of my mother, but you…"
"I-I don't care," Diana said while looking up, "You can own me. You kinda do, already…" she told the last part in a shaky whisper.
He looked at her, his eyes deep on hers, and he was stuck between waves of apprehension and exhilaration. That was precisely what he wanted. More than he expected, dreamed even. But his sharp mind couldn't stop thinking about the toll of playing Gregory's game, the price they could end up paying.
"You're forgetting what I said about your father," he said. "What if he starts doing to you the things he used to do before?"
Diana froze for a second. Then she spoke, "I won't mind if you don't."
"I don't like this. And you will promise me to stop anything more than you can handle if it gets to that," Daniel said while caressing her cheek.
"With him, yes, I promise. I'll scream if I need to," Diana said with a nervous smile on her lips.
"No screaming if I'm the one to do something to you?" his tone was provocative, and he tightened his arms around her.
"Only if you want me to scream…" Diana said in a low voice while looking at his mouth.
He exhaled loudly, then he kissed her. His hands slid down from her waist and firmly grabbed her butt, making her gasp in his mouth and stand on the tip of her toes. He pushed her lower back against the counter as they swayed their bodies back and forth amidst their kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, hers timidly moving around his.
"Aren't you worried they can see us here?" She asked while catching her breath after minutes of kissing on end, while he leaned his forehead on hers, looking her in the eyes.
"I think they are busy upstairs…" he started saying, and as if per magic, they started hearing noises coming from the upper floor, and Daniel was right once again. However, it wasn't the creaking sound of a bed that he expected; it was more like a banging sound. Probably the headboard of their bed against the wall, or at least that's what he hoped.
Diana covered her gaping mouth with one hand, "Oh my god…"
"Told you," he said, looking at the ceiling.
"Doesn't this bother you?" She asked.
"Your father didn't tie her up to bring her to their room… And even if he had…" He looked at her, and Diana's eyes widened. "He owns her, and she likes it."
"But I've never heard this kind of stuff around here before!"
"He mentioned they'd like you out of the house more often…"
"Shit…" And Diana looked at the ceiling with him, her full cheeks red as a tomato.
"All in the family, your father said," and he looked at her, "sis…" he grinned.
"Yeah…" she coyly answered.
"Why don't you turn around so I can fuck you like the good little whore you are?" Still grinning, he tried shame-talking her to watch her reaction.
Diana gasped, her thick eyelashes covering her chocolate-colored orbs while she looked down, circling the tip of a finger on his chest.
"Your little whore?" she purred.
"Yes, my little whore."
The girl then turned around in the small space she had, pressed by him against the kitchen counter. She reached down with both hands and slid her shorts down to the middle of her thighs. Diana leaned over the counter, propped by her elbows on its edge, and she perked up her behind for him.
"Like this?" she said, looking sideways at him, hair covering half of her face.
"Yes, babe. Like this," he almost hissed, anxious.
While tugging a long strand of hair behind her tiny ear with one hand, he reached down to massage one of her firm butt cheeks with the other. Her skin was hot to the touch, and Diana gasped as he kneaded the tender, smooth flesh.
"Still sore from this morning?" he asked.
"Uhum…" She said, and he watched how her shoulders shivered at his motions.
Daniel slid his hand down her curves, further down amidst the marvelous tight gap he had a chance to see earlier that day, and cupped her sex with three of his fingers, rubbing her there.
"Here too?" He asked while feeling her entrance's smooth, soft mounds warm under his touch.
Diana inhaled loudly when she felt his touch, "Y-Yes…"
"And you still want me to fuck you… What a slut…" he whispered, chuckled, and felt his fingers wet.
"You can fuck me…" Diana said in between deep breaths and moans while Daniel reached for his rigid member, pulling it out of his shorts, "...anytime you want - oooh…" she purred when she felt the head of his cock rubbing against her petals, "...as many times as you want."
"So, I don't kinda own you… I just do," he said while pressing the tip of his cock between the hot labia, feeling the curves of her small, delicate pussy stretching to take him once again.
"Uuungh… Y-You do…" Diana moaned, bowing her back even more as she felt him intruding on that once private part of her to which she now had given him unrestricted access.
"All of you," he puffed while leaning over her, wrapping an arm tightly across her firm breasts, and pushing forward. After a second thrust, he felt himself surpassing her initial tightness, only slightly less resistant to his advance than it had been that morning.
"A-Aaaugh! A-All... All of m-me!" Diana groaned and tried to answer him while already getting into the rhythm of his advance.
Daniel felt again the velvety insides of that teenage girl clenching around him. He savored it, knowing he could push inside her without worries while Diana heaved in between gasps, moans, and an eventual groan depending on how much strength he used to move in. At times she whimpered, her head down, the sound escaping her mouth through gritted teeth, yet, she just got wetter and wetter.
At four inches in, his hip started slapping against her tight and beautiful round butt, so he put his hand on her lower back, and she instantly arched it, tilting her hips, giving him more clearance. The result was another good inch of him burying inside her every in and out. He was keeping a slow pace, taking in the feeling of her. Daniel loved the sensation of the tip of his member sinking deeper into her, and as he did, her moans got even more urgent.
"U-Ungh… D-Daniel… It's deep…" She half whimpered, half moaned.
"And you love it, don't you?" he puffed.
"Y-Yes…" Diana answered in a whispery high pitch.
"You love me…" he started thrusting more roughly, a little faster, "...filling you up completely."
"I d-do… Uuungh!" Diana groaned when he bottomed her out, and he watched her shoulders shrugging in tension while her pussy clenched around him even more. "A-Aaaugh…"
He imagined she would say anything he wanted to hear at that moment. However, every time his member reached and forced a little against the entrance to her womb, her pussy would contract, and Diana would let out a cried groan, melodious but pained. He remembered how it happened that morning and how she seemed to enjoy it, but her discomfort seemed bigger this time. Maybe a consequence of roughly fucking her twice in the same day. Yet, not a word of protest. Such perfection shouldn't go without reward.
While smiling, satisfied, he clawed at one of her beautiful breasts, his arms even tighter around her. He carefully started pummeling her faster, harder, but only letting his member reach that deepest part of her once in a while. Alternating between shallow and deeper thrusts, he established a rhythm, and she followed; more relaxed, the young girl threw her head back and started panting amidst sexy and cried groans. He took the chance to try wrapping his hand around her throat, softly squeezing it, paying attention to what her reaction to that would be.
Firstly seeming startled by it, Diana later leaned back her head, even more, offering her neck to him, her groans sounding raspier. He felt how she pulsated inside and how her toned legs shook. He kept at it, feeling her pussy contracting around him, then relaxing and contracting yet again, her juices flowing down his shaft. Their sounds and what they felt made them completely oblivious to the noises that still came from upstairs.
When Daniel felt about to burst inside her, he sneaked his hand under her shirt and sports bra, mauling her breast and pinching her nipple, "Come for me."
"Gnnnnnh!" Diana groaned through her clenched teeth while feeling him pinching and twisting the nub, but only hoarse gasps came out of her once he tightened his grip around her throat, while he never stopped fucking her. “Huuu-Huuuu-Huuuuggghhh!”
He was about to rethink what he was doing, how rough he was being to her after some of her breathy moans started to sound more and more like whimpers. When he was about to stop it all, to ask how she was doing, to comfort her, Diana's whole little body tensed up, her love canal twitching faster, and the girl felt as if she was convulsing in his arms.
"That's it. That's it! Come for me, sweetheart…" He said between gritted teeth and felt her juices leaking even more from her abused young entranced, dripping to the floor.
Then, he came, jolting everything he had inside her, his thrusts deep and slow. When he was releasing his grip around her throat, he felt her hand over his, touching it firmly. Promptly, he once again tightened his grip. While still moving in and out of her, feeling her spasm non-stop, he slowly increased the strength of his grip until the point he knew her windpipe closed. Diana started shaking all over, her mouth open in an "o" shape, letting out nothing more than throaty sounds.
He was finished cumming all he had, and she still shook. Daniel was utterly taken by what she seemed to feel, unable to imagine a better sequence to his amazing experience with her so far. He watched it come in waves for about a minute in which she couldn't breathe. At the second Daniel felt her little hand ease over his, he let go of her throat. When he felt the weight of her languid body in his arms, he sat on the floor with her sideways in his lap, hugging her tight, watching her closely. Soon as he touched her cheek and called her name, Diana started breathing again.
She coughed a little, her arms tight around one of his, and he gave her time. He noticed her bra was still out of place, visibly crumpled under her t-shirt, so he slid his arm under her shirt again and gently put it back in place. Her shorts were down to her knees, and he saw the lines of cum streaking down the inner part of her legs, more of it oozing from within the petals of her reddened entrance. Still, he rubbed her shoulders and back with both hands, caressing that precious young girl, and the thought he could have more of that later made him so glad.
"Are you ok?" He asked while she coughed, her eyes closed, tears in her eyes and saliva all over her adorable chin, all of her still shaking.
She blinked slowly and looked at him, "I am…" she whispered with a little smile on her lips, then snuggling her face on his neck.
"You never stop to surprise me," he said in a relieved tone, now that she breathed and talked, now that he was sure she was ok, only the post-sex feeling washed over him.
"M-Me? What about you?" she chuckled, still catching her breath.
He took one of her cheeks in his hand and made her look at him, so he could see her face. Her eyes were ajar, but they looked straight to his. Even how she breathed while looking at him transmitted nothing more than connection, acceptance, and love. He couldn't see even a once of fear or regret in her beautiful yet exhausted face.
"If you keep letting me try whatever I want with you, you have to promise you'll tell me when something is too much," he said softly, kissing her lips.
Diana just looked him in the eyes, then to his entire face, and she breathed in deeply. Daniel thought she was about to tell him a list of things they had done already that were too much for a young girl like her. He was wrong.
"I won't," her tone a little hoarse, "I want to be honest with you, so I can't tell you I'll ever ask you to stop with whatever it is you are doing to me… I want to be perfect for you," she said, then looked down.
"Silly girl. You are. Even if I think… If I try to find something I don't like about you… I can't find it."
"And I intend to keep it that way," she mewed her answer, trying to sound cute and succeeding.
Daniel tried to argue with her, but first, he argued with himself. Wasn't something like that exactly what he wanted? Precisely what he dreamed of? He tried to find an argument, but he couldn't.
"As long as you understand all of this, anything I may end up doing to you, it has nothing to do with me loving you less… I'll take it," he said.
"So you do love me," her face lit up completely.
"A weird kind of love, one that still has a place for all this roughness… For I want to explore every little piece of you in a way that… But yes. I love you," and he kissed her tenderly now. Daniel thought Diana deserved nothing less than all the affection he could give her when he wasn't ravaging her.
She received his kiss, passing her arms around Daniel's neck, and he once again felt her relaxing on top of him as if that was what she wanted, to feel loved, even though roughness, humiliation, and hurting seemed to be what aroused her.
"So… I'll be your love and your whore at the same time?" she chuckled.
"I don't see why not," Daniel answered.
He hugged her tight and caressed her all over when he finally realized no more sounds came from their parent's room. Daniel stayed with her like that, praying no one went down the stairs at that moment. Especially not his mother. How Gregory would react to that scene was a mystery. But as long as there was silence, he would stay with her like that, thinking about what could be next.
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