A Sinful Obsession with my Step-Daddy

Chapter 13- A sl*t for daddy

~Katherine

"Are you insane? Who the f**k are you?" Marcus asked, groaning in pain as he pushed himself up from the dirt.

"Bru-Bruce?" I stammered, looking up at him in complete surprise.

Bruce didn't even look at Marcus. He just stepped forward, his massive body completely shielding me. "Don't you ever put your hand on Kitty again. Do you hear me, boy?"

I had never seen him look so angry before in my life.

"Ye-Yes," Marcus stuttered, his face turning completely pale with fear.

Bruce didn't waste another second. He grabbed my hand in a firm grip, marched me over to his car, and opened the passenger door. He practically shoved me inside and slammed the door shut. He climbed into the driver's seat and peeled out of the parking lot.

"Where are we going?" I asked, my heart hammering against my ribs.

"To the hotel," he said flatly, staring straight at the road.

I inhaled deeply, trying to calm my shaking hands. "What were you doing there anyway? How did you...?" My voice trailed off as a thought hit me. "Professor Jenkins was arrested today."

Bruce's face was like stone. His facial muscles didn't as much as twitch, and he didn't look surprised at all. He knew. He definitely did it.

The car finally stopped in the dark underground parking lot of his hotel. Bruce got out, walked around, and pulled me out of the car. He led me toward a private elevator and swiped his black key card.

When the doors opened again, we were standing right inside his massive penthouse suite. The place was huge, with giant glass windows looking over the city, expensive leather couches, and a king-sized bed in the center of the room.

"Bruce, please answer me!" I huffed, getting frustrated by his heavy silence. "How can you say you don't want anything to do with me, and then pull some s**t like this? You're giving me mixed signals and..."

Before I could finish, his lips connected with mine. He completely shut me up with a deep, bruising kiss. But just as quickly as he grabbed me, he pulled away like he had just made a horrible mistake.

"You're driving me crazy, Kitty," he groaned, running a hand over his face. "You're driving me so f*****g crazy and I don't know what to do anymore."

"What...?" I asked, completely breathless.

Bruce ripped his silk tie off his neck and tossed it carelessly onto the floor. "I saw pictures today. Of you and Hudson. My son. Are you dating him?"

"No!" I stopped him before he could even finish the sentence. "I'm not dating Hudson. I don't want him, Bruce. I want you!"

I heard the words right after they left my mouth, and I knew I sounded completely insane, but I didn't care.

Bruce froze. His eyes turned entirely dark with pure lust. "Take off your clothes," he ordered.

I didn't hesitate for a single second. I let my clothes drop to the floor until I was standing completely naked in front of him. I looked up at him, my body shivering.

He walked over and gripped my jaw tightly, staring me straight in the eye. "Get on the bed and arch your back."

I felt my whole body tingling with excitement. I scrambled onto the mattress, getting on my hands and knees, arching my back just like he wanted. I felt the bed go down as he climbed right behind me.

"Look at yourself," he demanded, pointing toward the large mirror on the wall. "You've been a bad girl, Kitty. You've been so naughty, and you need to be punished."

"Yes, Daddy," I moaned, my eyes locked on our reflection.

I felt his heavy, bare hand come down hard against my bare ass cheek.

"Ah!" I moaned out loud, the heat spreading across my skin.

"You're going to be punished, Kitty-cat," he growled.

"Yes, Daddy... please punish me," I begged.

He spanked me again.

"Yes, Daddy! f**k"

He spanked me over and over again. It was hard, stinging and hurting badly, but the pain only made my p***y lips rub against each other. I was getting so incredibly wet and even dripping onto the sheets.

I kept crying out, my voice loud in the empty room.

"You're such a bad girl!"

"Yes, Daddy!" I moaned out loud, "f**k!"

I felt my whole body vibrate. I couldn't feel my legs. I came. My p***y dripped down my inner thigh.

"Ah, uh... f**k, Daddy, it hurts. It really hurts!"

Before I could even relax, Bruce grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head back forcefully. He made me stare right into his burning eyes while my body was still shaking from the climax.

"Did I say you could come, Kitty-cat?" he whispered dangerously. "You're such a f*****g slut."

"I'm sorry, Daddy," I whimpered, completely breathless.

Bruce reached down to his waist and unbuckled his heavy leather belt, sliding it out of his trouser loops. I looked down and saw his huge c**k throbbing in his hand.

"Get on your knees," he ordered.

He pulled me up by my hair until I was sitting on my knees, facing him on the bed. Before I could even catch my breath, he took his thick, throbbing c**k and smacked it hard across my cheek.

"Umm, Daddy..." I whimpered, my head snapping to the side from the impact.

"What?" he growled, his eyes dark and totally out of control. "Daddy wanted to punish you for being a bad girl."

He gripped his length and smacked my face with it again. "Tell Daddy what you did wrong, Kitty-cat."

"I... I..." I stammered. I couldn't even speak properly. All I could feel was my p***y walls contracting and pulsing around the empty air, desperate for him to fill me.

He reached down and pinched my wet n****e so hard I gasped. "What did you do wrong?" he repeated, his hand snapping up to grab my chin, forcing me to look straight into his eyes.

"I came," I cried out, my voice breaking. "I came, and I wasn't supposed to."

"Why?" he asked, and a split second later, he smacked his heavy c**k against my right breast.

"Ahh! Daddy!" I screamed, the stinging sensation shooting straight down to my thighs. "Because I came when Daddy didn't permit me to!"

My body was vibrating, and I leaned my weight into his hand, completely ruined by the pleasure and the pain. "It's not my fault, Daddy... I'm such a slut. A slut for you, Daddy."