Mia's Journey: An Erotic Thriller (11 page)

“You don’t know what you’re going to get into

when you follow your bliss.”

James Hillman

Chapter 29

“Daddy? Can I talk to you about something?”

“Yes, of course. What is it?”

“I really liked it the other night when you were my slave. I want to do it again. Every week can we have a day when you are my sex slave for the night?”

Daddy looked at Mia. He could see she was completely serious. He could also see she was starting to come back from her abuse. She was no longer a little girl in need of her father’s approval. She was now secure in that approval, in that paternal acceptance, and starting to declare herself as a grown woman and a sexual being. He was pleased.

“I don’t see why not. When would you like to start?”

“How about tonight?”

Daddy smiled at her and kissed her nose. “I’d like that.”

Mia had scripted the entire night and knew exactly what she wanted. This also pleased Daddy. She was taking control. Something she never even would have thought of doing a month before. This meant she was feeling confident. That meant, she was regaining her self-esteem that had been stolen from her.

“Slave! Run the bath!” Mia started giggling. Daddy as her slave, it was just so funny. Daddy entered the bathroom, and got down on his knees and started the bath water.

He would play along because he loved her and that was more than enough for her. Actually, it was everything to her.

“Slave!..That’s you, Daddy.” She stared at him with big brown eyes. Waiting to see if he was going to play along.

Daddy wiped the smile off his face. “Yes, Mistress.” Diligently, he bowed his head.

Oh, Mia was going to like this. She could tell.

“Strip us both but keep your eyes down while you do.” Her tone was just slightly harsher than she meant, but it went well with the game.

Daddy didn’t speak. He quickly pulled Mia’s long T-shirt off. He was careful not to touch her skin anywhere or look up. She wore no panties so that was one thing he didn’t have to worry about removing.

He stepped back and pulled his boxers down. When they hit the floor, he stepped out of them. Daddy still stared at the ground. Mia thought she saw his lips twitch up into a crooked smile. She actually liked that. He was pretending to be submissive, that is exactly what she wanted.

“Slave, I want you to eat my pussy. And you are going to do it for as long as I want. Do you understand?”

Daddy slowly lifted his head. His expression made Mia’s next breath catch for a second or two. His slow smile and bright eyes told Mia who was really in command. He was giving her this illusion, but he would take it back when he wanted.

Without taking her eyes off him, Mia stepped back and laid down on the bed. Her ass on the edge of the bed, her legs hanging over the side. Daddy was a good slave, though. He didn’t move until instructed. He just stared at her with hunger in his eyes. Mia watched his cock jerk and twitch.

Her voice quivered slightly, “Now slave, lick me.”

Daddy didn’t need to be told twice. He closed the gap between them in no time, kneeling between her legs. He pulled her legs up, each resting on a shoulder.

Mia gasped at how quickly his mouth was on her. His tongue instantly licked up through her lips. Mia was so wet. She knew Daddy liked that. He reinforced that with a groan that vibrated her pussy.

Mia’s head came off the bed. A low whimper came from her lips. Her idea was to make him work for a while, but she was already close. His expert tongue ran up through her soaked folds and then flicked over her hardened clit.

Mia couldn’t stop the string of moans as he lashed her clit. Juices flowed out of her pussy. This caused Daddy to abandon her button and move his tongue to her opening. His tongue probed deep. He groaned again as Mia felt him licking and sucking all she had.

“Daddy...Slave, I want your finger in my ass.” She hadn’t even finished the last word and Daddy was already wetting his finger.

Mia whined and whimpered as he pressed his finger into her tight ass hole. His mouth went back to torturing her oversensitive clit while his long finger slowly infiltrated her ass.

Daddy moved his tongue backward to her pussy opening and started to fuck her with it. At the same time, his finger moved in and out of her ass.

Mia was so close. She wasn’t going to make it much longer.

“Daddy! Make me cum!” As soon as she spoke, it crashed into her. She could feel the electricity rip through her as her cum gushed into Daddy’s mouth. Her head flopped from side to side as loud moans came from her lips.

Her body started to jerk as she came down but Daddy didn’t stop his finger or tongue. He was going to wring everything out of her. Finally, she couldn’t take it.

“Stop! Daddy, stop.”

He gave her a few more “fucks” in both places, just for good measure and then pulled back. He smiled down at his panting Baby Doll.

“Daddy...Slave.” Mia was breathing harshly, and the words sounded slurred. “I want you to jerk your cock and cum on my pussy. On my lips and button.”

Daddy pulled his cock out and reached between Mia’s dripping legs, stuck his fingers into her pussy and pulled out fingers full of pussy juice. Mia’s juice was thick, slightly off-color white. It dripped from his fingers, and drove Daddy crazy.

He wanted to lick it off his fingers, then get more. Instead, he started wiping it all over his cock. He reached in and got more, causing Mia to squirm, and spread her legs wider.

Mia’s pussy was spreading. Her silky lips fully spread and engorged, her cum dripping in rivulets out of her pussy, down the crack of her ass, hanging a second, then dropping in long, spidery ropes onto the bed.

The smell of sex and her pussy was driving Daddy completely crazy with desire. He watched her cum and had to have it in his mouth. He ached that her cum was being wasted on the sheets instead of in his mouth where he could taste, and savor what he wanted most.

Instead, he controlled himself, and wiped more of her juice all over his cock until it was good and slick, then started stroking it in front of her, pulling it out its maximum length.

His cock was rock hard, the veins standing out, the head red, and throbbing. He rubbed his cock head all around her clit, and pushed his cock into her pussy, just enough to make her gasp, then pulled it out. Getting more of her juice on his cock, so he could continue masturbating.

“Daddy! I want it. I want it. Put it in!”

Daddy squeezed his cock harder. He was rubbing the full length into her pussy, then pulling it out again. He teased her, by not giving his cock to her. He rubbed his cock over her clit.

Jamming the head of his hard cock against her button. Mia grabbed onto the head of his cock and moved it over her clit like her own personal dildo.

“I want your cum, Slave. I want that cum! Give me your cum! I want it, now!”

Daddy’s first shot came out like a rocket under force, hitting Mia’s button and splattering her stomach in hot drops.

“Yes! More Slave! I want more.”

She reached between his legs and grabbed his balls, milking them.

“Give me more, Daddy!”

The second shot was not as powerful, or as much volume. It dribbled down her folds, into her pussy hole.

“More Daddy!” squeezing his balls harder now. “I want more!”

The third shot was half again of the last one. It was almost clear liquid now.

Mia’s eyes were completely unfocused as her legs started to twitch, and she rubbed Daddy’s cum around her button.

“Lick me, Slave. Lick every bit of it up. Suck every bit out of my pussy, Daddy. Eat me now!”

Mia had become a demanding dominatrix. All the same Daddy wasted no time sucking her pussy into his mouth. She held his head, bucking up and down, rubbing his face and tongue over her pussy.

The competing salty tastes of masculine and feminine cum swirled in his mouth. Clear pussy juice was pouring out of her into his mouth in a volume that was surprising and delighting him. This is what he lived for. The thing he wanted. Drinking in her pussy juices was the only thing that mattered in his life at that moment. Her taste was perfect for him.

“Drink it Daddy! Drink every bit of it.”

And he did, every drop of it. Then he licked more. Mia’s cum button was now too sensitive to touch and she wouldn’t let him near it, no matter how much he wanted to suck it.

“No Daddy, you can’t have my pussy anymore.”

Daddy removed his tongue just in time to get a hard, gorgeous shot of cum directly into his face and mouth. It seemed like it never ended, and Daddy went to heaven. He left his body and lost himself into the place of no time and infinite love.

Part Two

Mia

“Intense love does not measure, it just gives.”

Mother Teresa

“In matters of truth and justice, there is no difference between large and small problems, for issues concerning the treatment of people are all the same.”

Albert Einstein

Chapter 30

Daddy sat down at his desk and got his thoughts in order. After hearing Mia tell him of her treatment by Gilheart, he had made his decision. He was going to break Gilheart in two.

Since Mia’s rape at Gilheart’s house, a slow ember of rage started to burn. Daddy couldn’t remain passive. He sent Mia shopping to buy some baby-doll underwear and a few other props for tonight’s sex games. Since opening Mia up, she had come into her own sexually and all she wanted to do now was create inventive ways to have sex. Not that Daddy minded. He was sporting a permanent erection that hadn’t gone down in days.

He sat in his office and thought about the best way to handle Gilheart.

Daddy had learned a long time ago that it was wise not to confront adversaries head on, if at all possible. It was best to stay in the background if possible, unknown and unseen.

They could be confronted indirectly much easier. You just had to apply the right kind of pressure. Daddy, of course, didn’t have any leverage. So he had to create some.

A truism of modern life was that everyone was afraid of someone. No matter if you were big or small, powerful or weak, you feared somebody. The more powerful you were, the more people you had to fear, because there were more people you had stepped on and more people who wanted to step on you.

Daddy knew, the easiest way to bend someone to your will was to get someone who they were afraid of to do it for you.

Daddy picked up the phone, and dialed the number of the school.

“How may I direct your call?”

“John Gilheart, please.”

“Transferring.” The line clicked and buzzed. Gilheart picked up on the second ring.

“Gilheart.”

“Yes, Mr. Gilheart, this is David Frieling, at the State Board of Education. How are you today, sir?”

“I’m doing well. How can I help the State Board, today?”

“Well, it’s my unpleasant duty to inform you that a complaint has been opened against your school.”

Gilheart wasn’t too perturbed. Half the parents in the district wanted to sue the school, and the other half already had.

“Oh? What is it now? Not enough blueberries in the pancakes at breakfast?”

“I wish it were. This one is of a more serious nature.”

“Okay.”

“There have been allegations of sexual abuse.”

Gilheart’s morning had just got more interesting, but he still wasn’t too perturbed. After all, sexual abuse was the charge de jour for any disgruntled parent with an ax to grind, or any child who got sacked from the cheer leading squad.

“Well, what can I do to help?”

“Well at this point I’m just collecting information prior to deciding how to proceed.”

“Well, I’ve got to say, this is the first I’ve heard of it. So you’re going to have to orientate me as to which direction you’d like to proceed.”

“Well as I’m sure you can appreciate, due to the sensitivity of the subject, we must remain circumspect in our handling of the matter.”

“I can certainly understand the sensitivity of the subject. But, pardon me, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Gilheart said.

“An underaged student has accused one of the staff at your school of rape.”

“And due to the sensitivity of the subject, you’re not going to let me have any details of the allegations? Then I don’t see how I can help you.”

“Well, as you know, we have to take allegations of sexual abuse very seriously, especially when they involve an underage female.”

“Then, once again, I don’t see how I can help. Without any information to go on and without having heard any mention of this incident before this phone call, I’m at a loss as to what information you’re looking for, or what I can provide.”

“You are the one who has been accused of rape, Mr. Gilheart. I’m simply calling to get your side of the story before deciding how to proceed.”

Giheart blew his coffee all over the papers in front of him, completely taken by surprise.

“What?”

“Yes, sir. A female student has come forward and said that she was invited into your office and unwanted sexual advances were made. When she refused, she claims you forced yourself on her. Penetration was made both vaginally and anally. It was reported to the police, and a rape kit was conducted. Motile sperm was recovered in situ on the girl’s body and DNA testing has begun. No charges have been filed pending investigation. I wanted to get your reaction, for the record, prior to removing you from your position.”

Gilheart started sputtering, his world upended in the space of a verbal paragraph.

“I can assure you, no such…”

“Can I take that as a denial?”

“You’re God damned right you can take it as a denial. I’d like to know who leveled these charges.”

“Well, once again, as you can appreciate, that has to remain confidential, and I’m not at liberty to disclose that. I would, however, like to ask some questions.”

Gilheart got himself under control. This was complete bullshit, so there was no reason to get worked up. However, even the taint of such a thing could ruin his career, and he knew it. He was three years shy from his pension and after sucking ass in the school department for seventeen years, the thought of losing it was almost too much to bear.

“Of course. Please proceed. Do I need a lawyer?”

“That’s up to you, and the teacher’s union is under obligation to provide one for you. May I proceed?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Are you circumcised, Mr. Gilheart?”

“Excuse me?” Gilheart said, wanting to vomit. He was starting to shake. This entire conversation just took a surreal turn.

“I believe the question was clear, sir.”

“No, I am not.”

“Do you now, or have you ever, engaged in sex games involving a dog collar and a leash?”

Gilheart was floored. He didn’t know how to respond. He couldn’t admit to such a thing on an open line, and refusal to answer would make him look guilty.

“I’m not sure…”

“Did you make a whip using school department materials in the shop class?”

“Who the fuck do you think you…”

“Then let me give you a word of advice,” continued Daddy, his voice low and soft, and full of violence. “You ever so much as touch Mia Prescott again, I will personally reign hell down on your world to such an extent you will look forward to the great flood. Do you understand, Mr. Gilheart?”

“Who is this?”

“Someone you never want to meet,” said Daddy, hanging up the phone.