Katherine meets Her Daddy Ch. 2 (rewrite) by kittysub4Dom
Explore the tantalizing continuation of "Katherine Meets Her Daddy Ch. 2 (Rewrite)" by KittySub4Dom. Dive into this erotic sex story that delves into themes of dominance and desire, as Katherine and her Daddy navigate their intense connection. Perfect for fans of steamy narratives and taboo fantasies. Read now for an unforgettable experience!<br/>
katherine’s fate deepens
With hesitant steps, she approaches the designated room. Her heart races as she lightly knocks on the door, her hand trembling with fear. Suddenly, the door swings open, blinding her with a sudden burst of light. Before she can even react, a strong and rough hand grabs her upper arm and pulls her inside. She hears the door click shut and lock behind her, trapping her in this unknown place. Heart pounding, she is shoved against the door by a hand pressed firmly against her chest. As she looks up, her eyes widen in shock at the sight before her – a towering figure, at least 6 feet tall with dark hair streaked with strands of grey. His features are roughly chiseled and his muscular frame both intimidates and entices her. But it’s his piercing green eyes that hold her captive, boring into hers with an intensity that sends shivers down her spine. They are the same shade as her own, almost as if they were destined to match each other.
“I see you are learning to obey and have listened well in coming here.” His voice rumbles low and deep, sending shivers down her spine as he looks her up and down with hungry eyes. She manages a quick nod, too terrified to speak, as he grabs her wrist and leads her towards a chair. Glancing around the sparsely furnished room, she sees only a bed, lamp, and chair.
He sits down and pulls her into his lap, facing him as she straddles him. His strong hands rest lightly on her thighs while hers grip his broad shoulders. Their eyes lock in a intense gaze, as if trying to read each other’s thoughts, before he begins to speak slowly at first. He asks about her family, confirming details that he seems to already know. As their conversation turns to her absent father, he stares deeply into her eyes and says, “I’m sure he would be disappointed in what a pathetic slut you’ve become. Sending those photos to me and coming here to meet a stranger.” She catches her breath, unsure of how to respond as he trails his hand up to find her moist slit.
Gasping as he shifts his position, he grabs a handful of her hair and pulls her in for a rough kiss. Their tongues clash eagerly, his mouth warm and tasting overwhelmingly of desire. She opens wider, allowing his tongue to invade her mouth as he explores every crevice with forceful strokes. For long minutes they kiss like this, with her sucking lightly on his tongue and swallowing their combined saliva. When she finally needs air, she pushes back with her hands to break away. Angry now, his eyes bore into hers as he slaps her hard across the face and stands up abruptly, dumping her onto the ground with a cry of surprise.
Stunned, she sat feeling the sharp sting of His handprint on her flushed cheek. Before she could fully register the pain, He grabbed her hair tightly and roughly dragged her towards the bed. With a harsh grip on her braids, He yanked her into a kneeling position at the foot of the bed, looming over her with an intense gaze. “Take my cock out, bitch,” He commanded in a cold tone.
Trembling, she reached up to unzip His pants, her hands shaking as she pulled out His massive member – a thick, swollen rapist’s tool that she could barely wrap her fingers around. As she gasped at its size, He twisted her hair once again, causing her to cry out in pain before swiftly pushing it into her mouth.
Wide-eyed and trying to relax her throat, she began to suck greedily to prevent herself from gagging. Moving forward with slow but deliberate thrusts, He fucked her mouth deeper and deeper with each stroke until hitting the back of her throat. Holding her there for a moment, He tightened his grip on her hair while she struggled for air.
Suddenly, she felt His grip tighten even further as He pushed forward with determination. Her throat resisted for a brief moment before she swallowed in panic, and He breached the barrier of her throat with the thick mushroom tip of His cock. She heard Him growl softly as He pushed hard and deep into her throat, making sure to keep his eyes locked onto hers.
With one hand still clutching her hair tightly, He began to move back slowly until finally withdrawing from her throat altogether. A thick strand of saliva connected their lips to his cockhead as she gasped for breath and tears formed in her eyes. Managing to take two small breaths before he began invading her throat once again.
He raped her throat slowly and steadily in a rhythm that only allowed for one small gasp of air between each long stroke. The sensation was overwhelming and she quickly lost track of time as her head began to swim.
Finally, He began to speed up, hammering into her throat with a relentless pace. She could feel the bulge of His head pulsing rapidly as He reached the peak of his pleasure. With an animalistic growl, He held her down and came hard, making her swallow every drop until finally pulling free and shooting the last two streams directly onto her face and hair.
Falling back against the bed, she panted heavily and rubbed her aching throat and jaw. Whimpering softly, she watched as He stood above her with a satisfied smile, tucking his cock back into his pants. Laughing, He asked her, “Is this what you wanted, cunt?” Too afraid to answer, she simply shook her head and looked at Him with wide eyes.
Smiling even wider now, He said, “Don’t worry. I’m just getting started.”
With a firm grip on her braids, he hoisted her onto the bed. Katherine scurried onto the plush surface under his insistent guidance. Swiftly flipping her over onto her stomach, he bound her wrists with leather cuffs, securing them to the bed frame. Moving to her ankles next, he repeated the process, spreading her legs apart. Bound tightly, Katherine struggled to calm her rising panic and catch her breath after enduring a rough encounter.
A sharp click by her ear made Katherine freeze as she felt the blade of a knife tracing lightly against her cheek. In a menacing tone, he inquired, “No one knows where you are, do they?” The blade continued its path down her back and legs as he added, “I have complete control over you, don’t I, little slut?”
Struggling to speak through fear, Katherine managed to whisper a feeble “yes Daddy.” She shuddered as the cold metal slid beneath her clothes while he ruthlessly cut away her skirt and shirt.
As she lay exposed to the cool air with goosebumps rising on her skin, the knife was stashed away with a click followed by the sound of his belt being unfastened. With heated breath near her ear, he ordered sharply “start counting” before the whistle of his doubled-over leather belt struck hard across her shoulders with full force. Agony seared through Katherine’s body as she gasped out “one!” before another blow landed lower than the first.
Slowly moving down her body with each strike overlapped meticulously punishing every inch of flesh. Enduring unbearable pain, Katherine gasped and wept but managed to count each lash without losing track. By the time he reached her feet, excruciating pain wracked through her and his enjoyment seemed evident in between each strike that elicited screams and sobs from Katherine.