☆.｡.:* TEACH ME HOW TO SCREAM
♡warnings: fratboy!caleb x cheating fem!reader, toxic, possessiveness, drinking, daddy, spit, extreme denial, humiliation, praise, degrading, hair pulling for like five seconds, finger sucking,
♡ uhh caleb fucks you in a ghostface mask while your boyfriend is in the other room
♡ sound bite: “Didn’t I tell you that we— no, that this is over.” Your fingers gestured between the two of you.
“Yeah, I think I do remember you saying that. I guess I got kind of confused, because right after that, you begged me to spit in your mouth. And then, right after that, you sucked my dick so fucking sloppy and then you said ‘please daddy—’”
♡ a/n: this is a part two to ice cream cake!! if you haven't read it already some parts might be a little confusing, but the vibe is still there lolol. i think this is the longest thing i've written for here ngl. enjoyyy xx
“Guess who.” You could barely hear the masked figure’s voice over the music, which had its bass boosted so much that the beat had been making your stomach turn for the last fifteen minutes. It was a lazy costume— just a Ghostface mask, accompanied by a fitted black t-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants—absolutely no effort. The owner of the voice was towering over you, the mask obscuring their face, but the body was undeniably familiar.
“Can’t you find anyone else to irritate tonight?” He let out a light chuckle before sliding the mask off, his face tinted under the neon red lights of the room.
“Irritate?” He scoffed. He took a second to run his fingers through his disheveled hair before the two of you were suddenly obscenely close. He leaned into you, arm reaching for the cabinet above your head, lips inappropriately close to your ear, as he whispered, “Do your nipples always get that hard when you’re irritated?” His chest brushed against yours ever so slightly before the heat of his body was gone again, a fresh plastic cup now in his hand after he’d shut the cabinet. You looked down and sure enough, there they were, the outline of your nipples popping through your too-tight costume.
“You look good, by the way. The whole uh—whore thing is working for you.” He said, letting out a melodic laugh while he poured himself a drink of whatever cheap liquor was in the closest bottle.
“What are you supposed to be anyway?” It’s hard to mistake a Snow White costume for anything else—he knew who you were. Even if the bottom of your ass was hanging out of the skirt and your tits looked like they were one dance move away from falling out of the cheap velour top, a slutty Snow White costume is very clearly a slutty Snow White costume. He just wanted to see the annoyed look that was now staining your face. You rolled your eyes at the question before moving your cup closer to the mouth of the bottle, motioning for him to top off your drink.
“You said I’m dressed as a whore, didn’t you? I decided to be your mother for Halloween.” He hissed out at the reply, feigning shock.
“Wow… liquor makes you mean. You’re so much sweeter when you’re high, huh, baby.” He wasn’t even trying to be quiet, and if it weren’t for the fact that everyone else was too busy playing a game of beer pong in the next room, which your boyfriend was currently enjoying, someone certainly would’ve heard him on their way past the kitchen. You choked on your drink.
“Are you insane?” Your response only made him laugh even harder.
“What did I say wrong? I thought you liked it when I talked to you like that—you certainly did the other night when you were cumming all over me in the backseat of my car. What was it that you said again? Hm…” He took a second, pretending to rack his brain for the next line. “Oh yeah, it was something to the effect of uhh ‘please daddy, let me cum.’ Uhh, you said something else too—'you’re fucking me so good, daddy. Please cum inside of me, I need your babies.’ You’re such a tough girl until I start playing with that pussy, huh? Then you’ll do or say just about anything I tell you to.” He recalled the series of events so casually, as if he were talking about the weather.
“Didn’t I tell you that we— no, that this is over.” Your fingers gestured between the two of you.
“Yeah, I think I do remember you saying that. I guess I got kind of confused, because right after that, you begged me to spit in your mouth. And then, right after that, you sucked my dick so fucking sloppy and then you said ‘please daddy—’” You cut him off before he could finish, sensing another sequence of mocking was on the way.
“I told you that I’m not doing this anymore. The sneaking around is just too much for—” Now you were the one getting cut off. Not by Caleb, though, no, instead the sound of a lilted voice floated through the room, causing you to take a larger-than-normal step away from the man.
“Oh my god, baby! I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” It was a dark-haired girl in a cheap little red riding hood costume who had clearly enjoyed a few too many Jell-O shots, but still, you weren’t quite sure who she was calling baby. That is, until she closed in on Caleb, their bodies now impossibly close as she craned her neck up, inviting a kiss. A sudden surge of rage boiled inside of you when he obliged, his veiny arm slithering around her waist, his tongue making its way past her lips. They were making out as if no one else was in the room. In fact, you would’ve thought you had become invisible if it wasn’t for Caleb’s eyes locking onto yours over her shoulder. He was watching you, searching for some sort of reaction, and the more irritated you looked, the longer they kissed. In fact, if it hadn’t been for someone calling for the girl to come play the next round of beer pong, you were almost positive they would’ve fucked in front of you. Finally, their mouths parted, a filthy string of saliva connecting them before the girl skipped away, leaving the two of you alone once again. You took the rest of your drink to the head as Caleb continued studying you, a shit-eating grin painted across his face, his hair ruffled from her fingers running through it, the print of his dick evident in those sweatpants.
You poured another drink—brown liquor and some soda.
“Sorry, we got interrupted. You were saying something earlier, right?” he asked. It was as if the earlier performance had never taken place.
“Mmh, well yeah. You got a little busy there for a second, I guess. A new addition to your brothel?”
“Jealous?” You immediately scrunched your face in response.
“I’m just asking because it would be crazy for you to be jealous, you know, considering uhhh—the whole you cheating on your boyfriend with me thing, right?” You nodded in agreement, but Caleb noticed the way your nostrils flared when he said it.
“There’s really nothing to be jealous of, though, is there? I would have to actually like you to get jealous, Caleb, and if I haven’t made it clear by now, I don’t like you. You’re a good fuck, but that’s about it.”
“Oh wow, just ‘good?’” You nodded again, stomach now in knots, either from the recent production that had just taken place or from the cheap alcohol on an empty stomach.
“Really? So, you don’t think about me when you’re with your boyfriend, right? Like when he’s inside of you, you’re not closing your eyes to imagine it’s me. I mean, I guess it would be hard to—after all, you always seem to mention how I’m so much bigger than he is.”
"I've never said that." You rolled your as as you replied.
"No? I could've swore you said, 'Oh my god, daddy, you're stretching me out so good.' Then I said, 'Does your boyfriend fuck you this good, baby?' And then you said... damn, I don't wanna mince words. I think it was, 'No one fucks me better than you, your dick is so big you're so much bigger. I can barely take it.' Blah blah blah. That was just the last time, by the way. Should I recount a few others? Hmm let me see, there was that one time where you--" You had to cut off the monologue that was about to ensue.
“Caleb, I don’t think about you, ever. I’m glad you’ve found someone—really, she’s quite classy.” He leaned back against the countertop as he surveyed your body language once more. You were far from convincing. You were jealous, and it was obvious and illogical, but it was true, nonetheless.
“I think about you, y’know.” The smirk was gone, replaced by an expression that you hadn’t really seen before, almost like he meant it.
“When I’m with other girls, I mean—I think about you. The way your eyes roll back into your head when I slide my fingers inside of you, or the way you whine and beg when I slow down to make you beg me. I think about the way you feel, how your mouth is always so warm and so—so fucking wet when you suck my dick. It keeps me up at night sometimes.” A wave of silence fell over the two of you, your eyes searching his now. He’d never said anything like that before. In fact, unless he was looking for something filthy to say in bed, he never brought up your boyfriend or any of the members of his personal harem at all. At first, it was just sex, but then it turned into staying for another round, or do you wanna order something to eat? Before you knew it, the two of you would fall asleep in each other’s beds. It was complicated, to say the least.
“Right. Well, what about your little girlfriend?”
“What about her? She’s something to do when you decide every two weeks that you’re gonna turn your life around and play the good, dutiful girlfriend. We’re on and off—” His fingers motioned between your bodies. “When me and her are on, it’s only because me and you are off.” Brutal honesty has always been a quality of Caleb's.
“That’s fucking awful, Caleb. Really, I mean, you can’t just keep stringing these girls along if—”
“Are you seriously giving me a fucking lecture right now, like you’re some saint?" He laughed through the words. "You’re the one who's been smiling in your boyfriend’s face for the last year as if every other night you haven’t been fucking me, so don’t tell me about right and wrong, alright? If I’m so awful, then what does that make you?” It was true. You were no better than Caleb was at the end of the day, and that thought was beyond unsettling. You wanted to say something back, give a witty rebuttal, but the words were caught in your throat. He had never thrown it back in your face like this before, and an overwhelming wave of emotions came over you once he did.
He knew he had gone a little too far when you didn’t even bother to argue with him, but those words had been building in his chest for months now, and before he knew it, they’d slipped out. You tossed your cup into the trash can and walked in the opposite direction. You couldn’t even hear the sound of your heels clicking against the wooden floors as you paced down the hallway, desperately searching for whatever bedroom the host of this party had used as the designated coat closet for the evening.
Just as you thought you had spotted a familiar door, though, you felt a warm hand grip your wrist, pulling you into another room, shutting the door before flipping on the light switch. It was the same tall figure, Ghostface mask back on. Your heart was beating out of your chest as he cornered you until your back was against the door, his body glued to yours. His knee was between your thighs as he leaned down to meet your ear.
“Don’t—please, don’t walk away from me again.” It was a plea, his voice clear through the plastic mask which he’d only bothered putting back on, so none of his whores knew it was him going down the same hallway as you.
“Caleb, I’m serious. I can’t do this with you anymore. This is wrong. I can’t keep—”
“I know, but just… just let me touch you one last time, then, yeah? Let me make you feel good one more time before you go.” It was horrible, really, the way you were squirming against him as his hand slowly slid under the bottom of your skirt. There was nowhere to hide; the fluorescent lighting of the bathroom quickly cut through the little buzz that you had.
“You can tell me to stop, and I will.” He always said that. In fact, it seemed like the one time he wasn’t joking around was whenever he said that.
“I know,” you whispered. His index finger halted just against the hem of your panties, right where your thigh meets your hip.
“Tell me what you want, baby.” He could feel you tremble beneath his touch, little gasps leaving your lips as his fingers danced along your skin.
“Please. Please touch me.” He hummed with approval.
“‘Please touch me,’ who?” He wasn’t being smug now or doing it to tease you; he just needed to hear it one last time.
“Please, Caleb, touch me.” He did.
“Oh my god. You’re so fucking wet for me, huh? When did that happen, princess?” This was a new nickname, probably liquor-induced, or maybe your costume inspired the creativity.
“I— I don’t know.” That was a lie. He took his time sliding his finger along your slit, your wetness making it hard for him to concentrate.
“No? You sure it wasn’t when you saw me kissing her? When I was looking at you while I grabbed her, when I was—shit—thinking about your fucking body when I touched her.” All you could do was whine, terrified that any sounds above a certain decibel would be heard through the door.
“You gonna let me taste you, pretty girl, hm? Can I taste what a big fucking mess you’ve been making for me all night?” You nodded fervently, desperately hoping that he would follow through with the offer, but he didn’t. Instead, he placed his free hand against the hollow of your neck, your throat so little in his grasp that he could almost wrap his fingers all the way around you.
“Speak,” he commanded as his middle finger slid past your entrance without warning. You bit your lip to hold back the nasty moan that was almost released.
“I wanna feel your mouth, please.”
“Aw, look at you, using your manners. There she is—my perfect girl. You gonna be good for daddy?” His fingers were so deep, curling just right inside of you, his entire palm rubbing against your clit with every thrust.
“Yes, daddy. I promise, just please—go faster.” You heard a light chuckle escape the mask at your request.
“Faster? What, like this?” He sped up, so good and so deep, just how you liked it. He had learned your body so well, learned exactly what gets you off, and if it was up to him, he’d make you cum over and over again just to hear the pretty noises you’d make.
“Oh wow, princess. You’re getting so fucking tight around my fingers—you gonna cum already?” A string of desperate pleas left your lips.
“Yeah? Yeah, are you sure you wanna cum? You think you deserve it, baby?” He was whispering so sweetly in your ear. You were so close—painfully close, and Caleb knew it. Two more seconds and you were about to cum—so he pulled his hand away. Just before he could whine in protest, his grip on your neck tightened, his other palm slamming back down against your clit simultaneously.
“Ow, what the fuck is your problem?” It was louder than you’d intended, but the sudden switch caught you by surprise.
“You didn’t actually think I was gonna let you cum, did you?” He was genuinely amused; a laugh, almost hysterical, erupted from his chest. It wasn’t until right now that you realized, this wasn’t a goodbye fuck, no, this was a revenge fuck. He had you pinned against the door, and no matter how hard you tried, you wouldn’t be able to unwrap your leg from his body, giving him perfect access to your cunt. So, he smacked it again. You shut your eyes together at the sensation.
“Why would you think that I would give you a gift, when you’ve been so mean to me?” he asked. He wasn’t being sarcastic either; this was a genuine question.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” His palm came down against your clit once again.
“See, wow—there’s that filthy mouth I’m so used to. Y’know, you always say how bad you feel for doing this to your boyfriend—how it keeps you up at night because you just feel so terrible, but do you ever think about what you’ve done to me?” he asked. Now you were really confused.
“It makes me sick to think about him touching you—touching what belongs to me,” he continued.
“You don’t own me, Caleb.”
“You sure? Because I’m pretty sure this—" he said, hand cupping your pussy entirely, the pressure on your clit forcing you to push against him. “This fucking pussy is mine. It seems like she’s who controls this body, huh? Not your brain.”
“See—you’re fucking humping my hand all on your own. I’m not even doing anything anymore. Is that something that someone who isn’t controlled by their pussy would do?” It was true. You weren’t trying to, but it was like you were drawn to his touch, the two of you clinging together like magnets as you desperately tried to get some sort of relief.
“Whose pussy is this?” He tightened his grip on your throat a little more, jerking your head to force your gaze back on him. The whole thing was so fucked up—you writhing against him, his hand under your skirt, and he still hadn’t even bothered to take the mask off.
“Fucking answer me or I’m gonna make you get caught.” Before you could even ask what he meant by that, his hand came down on your cunt harder than before, forcing you to let out a scream. You reached up to cover your mouth, but he stopped you in your tracks. “Don’t move your fucking hands or I’ll slap your clit harder. Tell me who owns this little hole, huh?” He noticed your hands freeze in submission as he rolled his thumb around your clit, gently soothing the ache.
“You do—shit. It’s your pussy,” you whimpered in defeat.
“Yeah? What about these, huh?” He let your throat go before roughly reaching into the top of your costume, his hand pulling one of your tits out. He rolled your nipple between his thumb and middle fingers, not shy about pinching it at all.
“These mine too? Last time we—fuck—“ he slid a finger back inside your cunt. “Last time we fucked, you said you wanted my babies. It made me so hard. Thinking about these pretty fucking tits getting so full if you were pregnant, y’know. After you went home that night, I jerked off thinking about it. I just know, you’d look so cute… pregnant with my babies—tits full of milk. Would you let me taste it, princess?” You couldn’t even think clearly anymore. The feeling of the pad of his finger rubbing against your g-spot made your mouth hang open—Caleb thought it was cute how pathetic you looked.
“Yes, yes, I would. I would let you because they’re yours—your tits, please don’t stop.”
“Oh yeah? I don’t know if I believe you, baby. You think you can convince me?” He slid his finger back out, rubbing his entire palm against your clit, reveling in the way you had to try so hard to stay quiet.
“Get on your knees.” Before you knew it, he took his hand out of your panties, leaving nothing but the wet fabric to rub against you. One by one, he watched as the soft skin of your knees touched the cool tile beneath you, your eyes wide and watery, thighs pressing together in agony.
“Kiss my dick.” You reached for the waistband of his pants before he grabbed both of your wrists in his hand, forcing them above your head against the door.
“Did I tell you to take it out or did I tell you to kiss it?”
“Right—what a smart girl for daddy. So go ahead and kiss it.” He took a step closer to you, your knees between his legs, his clothed cock so close to your lips. You placed a soft kiss against the fabric.
“Mmh, good job, baby. Now lick it for me.” You whined at the request.
“Please just…” The words were caught in your throat.
“Just what, baby, huh? Tell daddy what you want.”
“Please just take it out. I want to taste you so bad.” He couldn’t help but stifle a moan at the familiar sight, you beneath him, begging to suck his dick.
“But you don’t deserve it, baby. If you’re not mine, then I’m not yours either.” He took another step forward, forcing your head against the door completely now. “This is how I treat my toys, huh? The girls that you always bitch about seeing me with—this is how I fuck them. This is what it feels like to not belong to me. It’s what you wanted, so fucking lick my dick through my pants.” You did, sticking your tongue out flat against him, leaving a wet trail behind. You could tell he was forcing himself to be quiet, but all you wanted was to hear him moan.
“Again. Make out with it, baby, come on. Maybe I’ll use your throat if you do a good job for me.” You left kisses and spit all over every inch of his clothed crotch as he kept you pinned against the door.
“Does it not feel good? You’re so quiet,” you whispered between kisses. He took his free hand to reach down and grab your face, forcing your gaze on him.
“It does feel good, baby. But I have to be quiet because I’m punishing you. I know it makes your cunt so fucking sloppy when I moan for you, right? So that’s why I’m not doing it.” He freed your wrists, kneeling in front of you on the tile, his other hand still on your cheeks.
“Turn around.” It wasn’t much of a request, really, so you did. By now, both of your tits were hanging out of the dress, your panties barely concealing anything after being pulled to the side before. You felt his hand slip beneath your skirt again before he straightened out the fabric, covering your pussy fully now. Before you could fully comprehend how odd this was, you felt something warm between your thighs. It slipped in and out, brushing ever so lightly against your clit—it was unmistakably his cock.
“You didn’t think—mmh—" he took a beat to continue, forcing himself to swallow his moans. “You didn’t think I was going to fuck you, did you?” His hands made their way to your hips, gripping them so tightly that it stung.
“Bend over for me, princess. Elbows on the ground.” You wanted to protest, but he tightened his grip on your hips when he felt you hesitate, so you did as he asked. Your ass was in the air; a smooth arch left in your back as you got on all fours.
“Now see—this is just fucking pathetic, really. I mean, do you want me to play with you that bad, baby?” He wasn’t going to move until you agreed, and you both knew it.
“Please… use me.” The shit that was coming out of your mouth would’ve been shocking if you’d said it to your boyfriend, but Caleb knew that getting you like this was inevitable. He wasted no time, sliding himself against the fabric of your panties again, his balls rubbing against your tulle skirt as he grinded into you.
“Repeat after me, pretty girl. Say ‘thank you, daddy.’” You spat it back out verbatim. He pushed one of his hands against your spine, forcing you down even further.
“Say ‘I’m sorry for being such a slut.’” You did.
“Say ‘I don’t deserve to feel daddy inside of me.’” Wait, what? Was he actually still not going to fuck you? He reached forward to grab your face once again, pushing your cheeks together in his grip.
“Fucking say it,” he demanded, almost growling.
“I don’t really give a fuck what you need, if I’m honest, baby. Toys don't have needs, right? This isn't about you, right now. You just wanna fuck me, well this is what it's like when you fuck me instead of me fucking you. Make sense?” His fingers slid past your lips, forcing themselves towards the back of your throat as he kept grinding into you like he was fucking a pillow. You gagged against his hand, drool sliding down his wrist.
“You make a mess, you’re gonna be the one cleaning it up, princess.” You were, indeed, making a mess; a pool of spit had now formed beneath you.
“Fuck, this cunt is so warm, even through your little panties, baby, I can still feel how messy you are for me. You wanna feel daddy cum on your pussy, huh?” You were basically panting now, your hand limply wrapped around Caleb’s wrist. You tried to speak against his fingers, but it was useless.
“Huh? What’s that, sweet girl? You do want me to cum all over these pretty fucking panties? Are you sure? I mean, if I cum now, then I’m not sure I’ll have the energy to fuck you later.” You tried to protest, but you were so muffled that the words were indistinguishable.
“Fuck, okay, baby. Whatever you want. Come on, princess, rub yourself on daddy so he can cum for you. Come on, pretty girl, do a good job for me.” You couldn’t even stop your hips from moving if you wanted to, desperately hoping that if you grinded fast enough, you’d be able to cum too… but it was no use. Just before you were getting to the edge again, he stopped. You knew he was close too, but he was so determined to torture you that he refused to rub against you one second more if it meant you would cum when he didn’t want you to. You were crying at this point, tears staining your face as the frustration finally caught up to you.
“Aw, what? What is it, baby? Did you think I wouldn’t notice you were trying to cum too?” You didn’t even bother to respond at this point.
“I could tell. You were pushing these pretty hips against me so fast, humping me like a little bunny. Really, you’re not so stupid that you thought I couldn’t tell what you were doing, are you?” He slid his fingers out of your mouth, forcing even more of your spit to drip onto the tile. He heard you sniffling over the soft sound of the music blasting in the other room.
“Are you crying, princess? Oh, my sweet girl. Daddy didn’t mean to make you cry. Shhhh… It’s okay, baby. I got you, yeah?” He wrapped his arm around your waist now, leaning you back so you were flat against his chest. You could feel his heart beating erratically against you, his dick flush against your lower back.
“Let me make it up to you, huh? Can you be a big girl and do one more thing for me? I’ll let you cum after, okay? Pinky swear.” He reached for your hand as you shook in his arms, wrapping his little finger around yours. You nodded weakly in agreement.
“Alright, princess.” He slid his fingers across your face, a trail of your own spit coating your skin before reaching around to the back of your head. He grabbed a fistful of your hair as he leaned into the crook of your neck to whisper.
“You see all the drool you got on the floor, baby?” He took his free hand to pull off the mask, and finally, you felt the skin of his cheek against your shoulder. He leaned over you and stuck his tongue out above the floor, forcing a trail of his own saliva to coat the already slick ground. “Lick it up.” You had never seen this side of Caleb before; this almost sadistic energy that he had was foreign. You were waiting for him to laugh or say a punchline because, clearly, he couldn’t have been serious.
“Caleb—that’s so embarrassing.” It was beyond embarrassing. It was actually just gross.
“You’ve been embarrassing yourself all night, though, baby. When you stuffed your face against my cock trying to lick me through my pants—that was embarrassing. Or how about just now when you were calling me daddy and begging me to use you—also embarrassing. What’s one more time?” His logic was ridiculous. He placed a soft kiss on your neck just below your ear. It was the first time you had felt his lips against you all night, and it made you squirm under his touch.
“Show me you can be good one more time and I’ll let you cum in my mouth, yeah?” Probably under any other circumstance, this would not have been enough to sway you, but being edged over and over and over again had made your brain fuzzy, and the only thing you wanted at this point was to cum.
So, you sat up on your knees, Caleb’s hand still against your scalp as he guided your face towards the floor.
“That’s it, baby.” You closed your eyes, the thought of licking saliva off of someone else’s bathroom floor making your stomach turn. Either way, it wasn’t long before your tongue was against the cool tile, lapping up a pool of yours and Caleb’s drool.
“Aw, you’re so fucking nasty for me, huh, princess. Look at you following directions so well. That's it. Eat up all of daddy's spit. Just a little more—you missed a spot.” He guided your head a little to the right, watching as your tongue danced along the tile before he was finally satisfied.
“That’s my girl. You did such a good job for me. You ready for your treat now, princess?” You nodded like an excited puppy.
“Okay, turn around for me, hm. Let me see your pretty face.” You faced him now. Finally seeing his gaze again, skin flushed, pupils dilated, his hair was a mess, but he still looked so fucking good.
“Aw, baby. I’m sorry I had to be mean to you, yeah? No more tears, okay? Lie on your back for me. Let daddy kiss it better.” You wasted no time pressing your back against the wet tile. He laughed at your urgency.
“You need it that bad, princess? Spread your legs for me, let daddy see you,” He grabbed one of your thighs, draping it over his shoulder as his fingers slid your panties to the side once more.
“Baby, she’s so swollen, aw. I’m so sorry. Daddy’s pussy must hurt real bad, huh?” You whined in response as he brought his lips closer to you.
“Yeah? Let me get a better look at the damage.” He spread your lips apart with his thumbs, exposing your hole to him, which had been clenching around nothing for god knows how long at this point.
“Damn, baby. I bet if I just kiss this clit a little, you’d cum so quick, huh?” He did. His lips pressed the softest kiss on your clit before licking one long trail up your slit.
“You taste so needy for me, princess. You need daddy to let you cum, huh? Should I make this pussy cum in my mouth?” A string of praise left your lips, begging him to lick you just a few more times.
“What if I suck on your clit a little bit? You think you can cum like that, baby?” He laughed at the way you whined beneath him, your thighs shaking against his grasp. You felt him spit onto your cunt before licking it back up again.
“You wanna cum for me, sweet girl, hm? Repeat after me again,” He was muffled as he spoke against you, the vibrations from his mouth only bringing you closer.
“Say ‘thank you, daddy for licking my pussy even though I’m an ungrateful brat.’” You didn’t even care anymore. You said it.
“Mhm, now say ‘I promise I won’t be jealous of other girls anymore because daddy doesn’t treat any of them as good as he treats me.’”
“Say ‘daddy eats my pussy so much better than my boyfriend.’”
“Say ‘daddy’s gonna let me cum on his tongue if I say the next thing he tells me to.’”
“Say ‘I’m gonna break up with my boyfriend.’” His mouth stopped moving immediately. You froze beneath him, knowing that this was really what all of this was about.
“And don’t repeat it if it’s a lie, baby.” He whispered against you, placing a soft kiss on the inside of your thigh. You stayed quiet.
“That’s what I thought.” He wasted no time picking his head back up, gently pulling your thigh down off of him.
“Y’know, you’re right. We can’t do this anymore.” He ran the back of his hand across his mouth, wiping the wetness from his face as he stood. You sat up, eyes wide in disbelief.
“Until you get rid of him—I’m never touching you again.” He didn’t laugh or crack a smile. He was dead serious.
“Happy Halloween, princess.” It wasn't a genuine statement, but it wasn't like he sounded sad. No, it was almost a dare, a challenge of some kind. He left you there, sitting on the bathroom floor, panties soaked against you, and he closed the door behind him without looking back.
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