Chapter 31: Becoming a Slut As Jane remained in her submissive posture, staring at Lucien, her heart continued pounding rapidly, thumping hard inside her chest.
There was something about the way he smirked, or stared at her like she was some worthless toy that made her... horny?
Jane felt torn.
Accepting to call Lucien ’daddy’ seemed to have sealed the deal.
Jane felt as though she’d entered into something far beyond having sex once and getting over it.
She could feel invisible shackles coiling tighter around her neck, arms and legs.
Strangely though, she wasn’t completely resistant to them.
’As long as he could give her such pleasurable sex each time, maybe she didn’t mind becoming his...’
Jane caught herself as she realised what she was thinking.
Her eyes widened ever so slightly.
Just then she shivered, feeling Lucien’s thumb against her lips.
"What are you thinking about? I said you should suck me off..." I held my daughter’s chin as I stared into her eyes with a cold expression on my face.
Jane’s heart skipped a beat as she quickly nodded and reached towards the rock hard cock with trembling hands.
"Sorry about that..."
"What?" I raised a brow as I stared at her.
"I said I’m sorry." Jane lowered her attention onto my throbbing length.
"Always address me as, daddy, alright?" I gave Jane a few light slaps as I said.
"Ye—yes daddy," Jane quickly said, and forced a smile.
"Good girl," I patted her head and brought her face closer to my dick.
Jane stared at it, it was huge and girthy.
Taking a deep breath, she kissed the tip of the cock lightly.
Slowly, she rubbed her tongue along the head, causing me to feel a mixture of relief and wetness.
Jane took her time, ensuring I enjoyed every little bit of her blowjob.
She didn’t know why, but a strange thought of wanting to please me to the best of her abilities kept on resurfacing in her mind.
Jane licked the head of the cock slowly before her small mouth parted slowly around it, and she brought the cock into her mouth.
She tried her best not to let me feel her teeth around it, however, she was still a little clumsy in her actions.
’There’s still room for growth...’ I commented mentally with a nod.
Jane gradually began moving her head up and down on the cock, her saliva dripping down its length and onto the balls.
Using the slippery mess she made she held the balls and rubbed them softly.
’This feels... good...’ although she wasn’t adept at cocksucking, I could tell Jane was talented.
She seemed to know her way around my cock.
Her head bounced rhythmically as she struggled to fit the whole length into her mouth.
That didn’t go well though.
"Cough... cough..." Jane gagged and instantly coughed, spitting on my dick.
She winced slightly and her mouth felt a little sore.
Glancing up at me hesitantly, she noticed my disappointed look, and she instinctively flinched, thinking I was going to slap her or scold her again.
Seeing that I didn’t do anything of such, Jane’s eyes flickered and she brought her head closer to my dick once more.
This time her movements were more purposeful.
She started with the base of my cock, licking my balls while staring into my eyes.
She licked off her spit on my balls, then spat back at it before licking it upwards until she reached the tip, after which she sucked it into her mouth.
Rolling her tongue on the head of my cock for a few seconds, she tried to fit the cock fully into her mouth a second time but not completely.
When she felt she approached her limit, Jane began bouncing her head up and down on it, rhythmically.
I could feel her throat spasm and clench around my cock bringing me closer and closer to the edge of my climax.
I groaned and pulled strands of her hair, helping her bob up and down faster along the length of my cock.
Tears filled Jane’s eyes but she continued without stopping, trying her best to please me.
Finally, after more than five minutes, I clapped her head down my cock and thrust my hip upwards, ensuring my cock sank into her throat.
"Urghh" Jane tried to scream, feeling a stinging pain in her throat as she clawed desperately for help, but it was all to no avail.
The very next second, she felt a sticky warmness flow down her throat.
That didn’t hinder Jane’s tears from flowing freely down her face, making her look pitiful.
Slowly, however, Jane felt a strange sensation course through her body.