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Once Dabi captured you, you were terrified and he wasn’t a gentleman. Not in the general sense anyway. After all this time he’s spoiled you. You went from begging him to let you go to holding onto his leg and crossing your legs around him so he can’t go anywhere.
You’re wearing your white frilly socks, short white gown made of cotton. Small collar and lightly puffy short sleeves. Your hair in pigtails.
You heard the door close from downstairs. You couldn’t wait. You put down your crayons and skipped through the halls and found your way toward the spiral stairway and tiptoed downstairs.
The entrance was empty so you pranced toward the living areas and didn’t see him. Your fingers pinched on your lip. “Daddy?”
“In here, Kitten.” You heard Dabi’s voice rasp from the dining room.
You wince and skip toward the room. He’s sitting down at the head of the long table. He had a long format on the table he was studying. You bounced in front of him with your hands tied behind you.
“Hi, Daddy.” You shyly mumble twisting a little.
He ignored you continuing to study what he had before him. You huff and look around. You step closer. He holds his hand up to tell you to halt. “Busy, Kitten.”
You been waiting for him all day. A pout and whimper couldn’t help but leave your mouth as you’re being denied of him. “But-“
You immediately stopped yourself seeing his blue orbs turn to yours in a scowl. “Is that wise?”
Your cheeks are red now and you shake your head. He lifted his chin up to gesture for you to go back upstairs. You wanted to make a fit. But you knew he wasn’t a man to spare the rod. You nod and walk upstairs. Once you’re in your room. You jump in your bed with your plushies and start whining.
“Why is so mean? I just missed him. But noo.. all he cares about is work.” You continue to sniffle and pout.
You want to show him how mad you are so you empty out all your crates of stuffed animals. Crayons. Books. It makes enough noise from the upstairs. He heard the turbulence, and rose a brow in curiosity. He knew your need for attention but he was focused in his work.
You began to stop and jump on the bed and that’s what ticked him off. He stood up and the seat kicked back on the floor. His footsteps could be heard up the steps and through the hall. The realization you are now probably going to get the rough end of his anger. You jump off the bed and hide under the covers. You hear your door sling open as a small devious chuckle comes from his lips.
You’re in the fetal position under the covers. He steps closer. “Little pig..Come on out.” His words send shivers down your spine and under your panties.
You feel his hand scrunch up the duvet and yank it. Your short dress hiked up above your hips, and knees hiked up. He gripped your ankle and pulled it. You hide your face from the bright head cheeks and spreader tears. He gripped both wrists and forced them to lay on each side. His face inches from yours.
“My, oh my.. what a mess you are..”
You pout. “Well.. you were being mean..”
“Mean? I’m working, Princess. Now you’ve went and started a tantrum..” he let go of her left wrist to graze his thumb over her lip and cheek.
He took a look behind him. Stood up. Examined all the mess she made. Her clothes, toys, etc on the floor. “I see no matter how good I am to you..” he slides off his leather coat and swinging it around the play table. “There’s just nothing to get rid of the brat inside you.”
“I’m not-“ you whimper but cut off from his aggressive tone.
“Not a what?!” His glare piercing into yours.
You’re frozen but somehow mumble out “a brat..”
He scoffs. He clicks his tongue. His hands on his hips. “Good girls’ rooms don’t look like this all because they couldn’t get what they wanted.”
You reply with nothing. You sit up and cross your arms and pout with your brows furrowed.
He’s bewildered by your attitude still. He’s obviously been too good to you. You needed to be humbled. “Go get one of my belts.”
You shot your head up and mouth open. “W-what..”
He leans over and lays a hand on each side of your thighs. “You got 30 seconds to get in there and grab my belt.” You shiver at his words and stumble getting up and skipping to his room to his closet and find his belt collection. They’re all leather with silver jewelry on it. You remember how bad it used to hurt when he would mark you in these. It became addictive after months of agony and trying to escape.
You hurried back after hearing “10, 9, 8-“ you come back inside and stand nervously with the belt behind you in your hands.
“Well?” He held his hand out. “I’d hate to keep me waiting..”
You knew he was right. You slowly handed it to him. You walked over to your bed and slowly slid off your pink frilly panties and scooted them. Lifted your dress above your behind and went on all fours on the bed. Your legs closed as your back arched. On your elbows grasping the sheets knowing what’s coming next.
You could smell his fire lighting up the leather. You can’t imagine how bad it’s gonna feel again after it being sometime. How could you be so dumb.. you wanted him but now you’re getting punished for being a brat.
It became quiet. You almost looked back to see what he was doing and then you felt it. The horrible whip against your right cheek. You squeal out in sudden pain.
He wasn’t merciful. He went again. Repeatedly. Your cheeks and thighs were becoming covered in red marks. After 10 minutes of sheer agony. He stopped. You felt the cool air hit your now fresh marks.
“Open ‘em, brat.” You heard his demand. Slowly spreader them which made your back arch more. Your center slightly wet and trembling. He aggressively went back to marking you. Hitting your left leg and slapping inside of your thigh getting close to your bottom lips.
Your cries are nonexistent to him. You began to squirm as you are getting somehow off on this. Just like when this started. You became so hot and wet at even the sight of him when he’d come back to you. His plan to make you sexually owned by him worked but you didn’t care. It was all you thought about now. How was you suppose to just stop?
“On your back.” He demanded. You slowly reversed your position. Whimpering and bucking your hips before raising your legs strait up and closed.
His raspy moans hitting you pleased you. You were somehow pleasuring him this way and you began to feel more aroused by each slap. You sneak your legs open so he can your clit where it needed attention.
He stopped after hitting one time. “Did i tell you to open?”
You shakes your head. “No, Daddy.” You take your legs back to its original position.
He went back to marking your back thighs and hearing your whimpering cries.
“Now open.” He demanded as he’s seen your soaked area. He freezes at the sight for a moment biting his bottom lip. “Keep ‘em open.”
He slapped your thighs with the worm belt. Left thigh to the right and vice versa. “Feel good, brat?” He groaned before slapping again only on her wet area. You cry out louder
“Da-daddy!” Your tears swelling and your cheeks red. He mercilessly slaps again and losing control of himself. He threw the belt across the room and speedily made his way to the bed and zipped down his pants to free out his hard and throbbing member. His demented smile and eyes glowing in rather excitement. He missed this. He grew fond of of spoiling you but he was a man that loved to show how much pain he could inflict.
Your head lied back shakily breathing at the release of belt only being woken at the thick tip sliding up and down your slit. “This what you want, brat?”
You nod hazily as he lifted you up in his arms and turned around to make you sit on him as he sat on your bed. Lifting your legs by the back of your knees and bucking his hips inside you.
“Uhhh.. ugh!” You slowly moaned out but began twitching at half of his length inside.
“That’s right, princess..” his pace fastening. “Squirm for me.”
“Unnph..” you moan and grunt at each thrust
He grabbed your hands to put under your legs. “Do the honors, Kitten.” You knew you had to even though you felt like collapsing.
You held them up and open as his hands fondled your breasts. Squeezing your hard nipples and pulling before slapping.
“Ah! Dada.” You whimper. His tight chest under you. You can hear his growling moans and breaths above you. “Pwease..”
He chuckled before going faster. “Speak when spoken to, brat.” His voice darker like he has no intention of slowing down.
Your head spinning and before you knew it you arched your back and came over him. Letting out a slow and loud moan. Still feeling him hit your spot.
“Oh kitten.. you’re so brave.. I can’t believe you’d actually cum for me before I order it.”
“Um..i-“ you whimper and mumbled at his words but cut off by him pushing you off onto the floor.
He rose up and held onto your hair and pulled until you were on your feet again and stumbling. He slung you across your vanity table. He grabbed you from behind. His large hands covering your breasts and as you stared at him in the mirror.
“Daddy.. please.. I’m sorry.” You rubbed his thighs behind you and pouted your lips at him.
“I would.” He growled in your ear. “But then I wouldn’t get to hear your cries and screams..where’s that fun in that?” He caressed your chin as you whimper and squirm.
His hand creeps at your clit and flicks it repeatedly and he holds you tight. You squirm and bite your lip. “Please..I need it..”
“Tell me who you need.” He demanded growling in her ear. His white hair in his face and needy breaths and grunts in your ear. His fingers rougher as he slightly claws at you.
“I.. I need daddy!” You cry out as you try to cross your legs in anticipation
He lets go his hold on you to still grasp your hair and throws you on the fluffy white rug and bends behind you and grabbed your hips and jerked then up as he pushed himself inside. Thrusting once, twice and now three times roughly as your stomach is now on the floor. His stomach against your back as he rapidly thrusted into you hungrily biting the back of your neck.
“Dada!” You squeal before his fingers found himself in your mouth deep throating you.
“Whores shut up for their daddy’s.”
Your eyes roll back and gag on his fingers trining to squeal out from the pain of his throbbing member stretching you. He stood on his knees again pulling cheeks against him to continue smacking. Pulling on your pigtails.
Drool hanging from your mouth as you are getting pegged rougher by the moment. He shot inside and let out a whimpering groan. Wiggled himself in deeper as he unloaded.
You howl at his heated seed. He rubbed down your back and smacked your ass playfully. Your body dropped in exhaustion.
Before it was five minutes past his orgasm he turned you around on your back. “Alright.. now about dinner.” He pulled your knees closer and apart for him as he leaned down between them.
His tongue starting from the bottom to the top in circular fast motions. Your thighs begin to squirm. The chuckle came from his lips before finding your clit to suck and nibble on and shoved his middle finger inside.
You squeal out and squirm but slowly become enraged with lust as you rode his fingers. Your hands in his white fluffy hair. “Right there, Daddy.. own me.”
He normally wanted you to beg to quit but this was too hot to ignore. He growled tugging at her clog with his teeth as she jolted up in a vibration of pleasure and pain. Curling now two fingers inside quickly.
Flicking his tongue as her howls became louder and pathetic. He chuckled until her and breathed. “Now.”
She arched her back as she came all over his fingers as they slid out halfway giving him perfect access to drink every drop. His moans slurping her made her more wet. He kissed her gently before raising above her legs.
His hands going through his hair. He stood up and looked around. “Clean up this mess. It’s about time for your bath.” He instructed before leaving you on the floor weak and shaking.