. . .

Olivia Woods

"No."

I tried to climb him, but my phone was too high up. He was too damn tall. He laughed and wrapped his arm around me to prevent me from falling.

"No," Xerxes said again, this time with a kiss on my forehead. "Promise me you won't search."

"I will search!"

He chuckled.

"Give it to me!"

"Brat," he muttered and sat me down on the desk. He opened the drawer and put the phone inside it. He kissed my cheek, and then my neck. "You're already going to be punished, do you want to add to it?"

I folded my arms against my chest. "Tell me how much it was."

"Demanding, hm?" His fingers brushed on the pendent around my neck, gently tugging at it. It was beautiful - a butterfly made of pink-purple diamond and what seemed to be platinum. "I don't give a fuck about its price, and you shouldn't either. You're mine. I like it when you're covered with things I have bought."

"Xerxes-"

He kissed me. "Shut up."

"Xe-"

He kissed me again. "Have you gotten sweeter, hm?"

"I will-"

"Be a good girl and listen to daddy?"

The door opened and Zavier barged into it, in his hands was a Starbucks. "Vanilla latte for my baby."

I jumped off the desk and took it from his large hand with both of mine. I kissed his cheek. "Thank you, Zavy."

"I hate that nickname and my vanilla latte is better," he said.

"It is, but I like this one too." I got on the tip of my toes, and Zavier tilted his head down. "Can I have your phone?" I whispered in his ear.

He frowned but nodded, taking his phone out of his pocket.

"Don't give it to her," Xerxes interrupted. "She wants to check the price of her pendant."

Zavier pocketed it and gripped my chin, firmly. "No asking about the price, yes?"

I shook my head. "I will get my hand on something eventually, and I'll search."

He tilted his head and chuckled softly. "Someone is being a brat today."

"She was being such a good girl a few minutes ago, sitting under my desk. Is this how you act when daddy gives you a gift, baby?" Xerxes asked, his hand wrapping around my neck and tilting my head up, his front pressing to my back. His thumb brushed my jaw and he dropped a kiss on my lips. "This added ten more."

"But-"

"Twenty," Zavier said.

"Za-"

"Thirty," Xerxes said. "It's fifty now, baby. I was going to give you just twenty."

Zavier kissed my palm. "Will you ask about the price?"

"N-no-"

"Will you search for it?" Xerxes asked.

"No, daddy-"

"Good girl."

Zavier took the latte from my hand and set it down somewhere. Xerxes grabbed me by the waist and put me down on the desk.

Zavier locked the door and settled on a chair, watching me with heat in his eyes.

Xerxes grabbed my chin and looked me in the eye. His eyes were stern. "What did you do wrong?"

"I...I didn't count my orgasms and I-I asked the price when you said not to."

"Does a good girl act this way?"

I gulped. "No."

"No, what?"

"No, daddy."

"Are you a good girl?" He pulled my top up, exposing my breasts.

"...yes?"

He slapped my breast, his large hand leaving a sharp sting and a red handprint. I whimpered, eyes filling with tears instantly. There was a time when they took time to warm me up, but they rarely did that anymore. It hurt. I liked it a bit too much.

"No," he said. "You're not. Not right now. But don't worry, baby. I'll make you my good little girl again, yes?"

"Yes, daddy-"

He pushed me down the desk and pressed my knees to it. I didn't even know I was this flexible. He tugged my skirt up and pulled my panties to the side. The vibrator was not inside of me anymore. I knew how swollen I must look. I felt oversensitive.

"Look at this," he cooed. "What a mess, baby." He rubbed my clit with a finger and chuckled as I flinched. "It's so sensitive, no?"

I nodded. "I can't cum m-more-"

His hand struck down, and my thighs snapped shut. I cried out, hands fisting.

All of my pussy throbbed with pain. I felt myself getting wetter.

"Position."

"C-can't-"

"Position."

I did as I was told, watching him with blurry eyes.

"Ten on this pretty cunt," he said, running his large palm on it. "And then the rest on your ass. Yes?"

I nodded. "Yes, daddy-"

His hand stuck down again, and it took everything in me to not shut my knees. I covered my face with my hands, crying out softly as my flesh stung.

"Look at that," he muttered. "I'm hurting your cunt so much, baby. And it's dripping."

I sniffled. "Hurts."

"Then why the fuck are you so wet?" He asked.

"I-I don't know-"

"But you do," he said, softly. "You're my good little whore. You love everything daddy does to you, even when it hurts. Especially when it hurts."

His hand came down three quick times and I was sobbing at the last strike. My thighs trembled so badly and tears slid down the sides of my head.

"Remove your hands from your face. Let me see you cry."

I did as I was told. He smirked down at me, beautiful and powerful. His hands ran up and down my inner thighs. "I will mark these, hm?"

"How, d-daddy?"

"Well..." He gently tugged at my clit. "I think my belt will do a good job."

I gulped. Their belts hurt.

"Five more," he muttered. "Spread yourself."

I reached down and spread myself. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling embarrassment settle in me. I knew my face was as red as it could be.

"Open your eyes."

I forced them open but stared at the ceiling. He rubbed my clit gently.

"Look at daddy."

I gulped. "I...can't-"

"Look. At. Me."

I squeezed my eyes shut. "Daddy, I-I can't-"

He waited a moment.

He slid my panties back to their place and shut my thighs. My eyes snapped open as he helped me sit up on the table and took his hands off me.

I gulped and didn't look at him. I stared at his chest.

I heard Zavier stand and walk closer. His footsteps seemed to be echoing.

"Such a bad girl." Xerxes's large hand gently caressed my back and then traveled up, wrapping around the back of my neck. His lips brushed my ear. "That," he said. "Is going to cost you so much, baby."

"Daddy-"

His grip tightened. "You can't look at daddy, hm? Such a shy little baby." He kissed my cheek. "Don't worry, we will fuck that shyness out of you sooner than later."

I gulped.

Damnit.

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