All Chapters of For Pleasure Only: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I walk to the door and look through the peephole and gasp. It’s Jack!I quickly run from the door to the bedroom. I rummage through my drawers for something, anything to wear besides pajamas. The last thing I want is for Jack to find out I planned to spend my day off getting drunk in my pajamas.“Tamara? Are you there?”“Coming!” I call as I quickly throw on a t-shirt and shorts and tie my hair into a ponytail. I head back to the door before I remember I’ve been drinking. I swear silently and head to the bathroom. I quickly gargle some mouthwash and spit just as Jack calls. “Is everything all right?”“On my way!” I call and scamper to the door.I open it and Adonis stands in front of me.“Hello, little girl,” he says.☆☆☆☆☆☆Jack:::I try my best not to jump into things too fast.It isn’t easy.It especially isn’t easy as I stand at Tamara’s front door and look at her.This girl is just about everything I want. She’s beautiful. She’s smart. She’s sexy. She’s sweet.I take a breath and

I float there a moment before Jack presses a hand gently into my lower belly.Then, oh… my… God.I don’t have words to describe what I feel. I could say it’s like riding a roller coaster up and down and over rolling bursts of pleasure that shoot through every nerve ending like lightning. I could say it’s as though I shatter into a million tiny sparks of sensation, then reform under him only to shatter again. I could say it’s like he’s reached inside of me and turned on nerves I never knew existed only to immediately overload them and cause them to explode like fireworks inside me.I could say all those things but no one would understand me because the only noise I make is a high-pitched scream as without warning, he pulls his mouth off of me and slams his cock into me so fast and hard, my body folds around him like an accordion with the intensity of the sensation.I don’t know if I have a dozen orgasms or one really long orgasm. I do know that whatever he’s doing to me is better by fa

“Later,” he says. “Right now, we need to talk.”“Talk?” I say. The seed of panic in my mind is growing into a full-fledged tree. I force myself to smile and say, “Why would you want me to use my mouth to talk when I can use it to suck you empty?”I’m not usually this vulgar but the panic I feel is making me desperate. I reach for his pants again and he pushes me away.Well, okay, he doesn’t push me away, he just grabs my hands so I can’t undo his belt, but it sure feels like he’s pushing me away. My lower lip begins to tremble and I say, “Daddy, don’t you want me?”The most terrifying thing I can imagine him saying is that he doesn’t want me anymore and he thinks we should break up. What he actually says is somehow even more terrifying.“I do want you, Tami. The real you. All of you. Not just the submissive little girl who enjoys pleasing me. I want to know who you really are. I want to know your hopes and dreams and fears and goals and worries. I want to know the woman you want to be

One more.One more tanked relationship. What the hell did I think I was doing? How the hell did I think I could ever be the kind of little girl who can please a Daddy? How in the fuck did I get myself into a relationship in the first place? I’m a damned loser. I’m a stupid, stupid idiot and I’ll never be the kind of little girl that can keep a man.I run down out the door and down the driveway to the sidewalk and run more. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing or where I’m going because I’m just panicking. I run to the end of the block and then across the street. It’s late at night and I can’t see very well but that’s just the start. I’m running wearing nothing but a thin tee shirt and thin pajama bottoms.No shoes.No socks.No jacket even though it’s cold.And all these thoughts run through my head but I still can’t think clearly enough to stop myself. I make it another block. The little park is right ahead and I run through the grass, getting stickers in my feet as I do. I finally s

Jack::“Little girl,” I say sternly, “you need to get over here right now. You’re getting a spanking, and there’s no way out of it.”She looks at me, eyes flashing, and says, “Oh, so you’ll break up with me for not letting you spank me?” She has a damned triumphant look on her face for putting it that way.“No,” I say. “I’ll break up with you for lying to me. I’ll break up with you for making a commitment and agreeing to punishments, and then, the first time, the punishment is going to come backing out. I’ll break up with you for lying to me for months and me hurting you time and time again because you lied.”“But that only hurt me,” she says, not as confidently as her previous comments.“The hell it did,” I say. “You made me a victimizer. You made me hurt the woman I love, and I’ll be damned if that goes unpunished.”She looks for a moment as though she intends to keep arguing, but then she just kind of melts. She looks at me and says, “But… but I thought I was being what you wanted,