The Snake and the Butterfly (14/?)

[malicevampire90]

Fandom: Ghost/ Ex-Ghost/Tid/MCC/Priest
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't know, Don't own, never happened, no disrespect meant and no money was made..trust me.
Notes: a little sappy I guess...but would you expect different from me?
Warnings: None.



You don't know what exactly wakes you up this early...you hadn't had a bad dream, you didn't need to use the bathroom, and it wasn't like O was making your arm fall asleep...you had woken up maybe five minutes ago and now you were staring at the ceiling in her room trying to figure out what had done it. As you lay there you feel her shift beside you and pull some of the blanket closer to herself and it hits you almost literally, it's absolutely freezing in her room...not that cold really bothered you that badly but it was still unwelcome when you fell asleep in a warm place. You can hear the wind outside making the whole house creak and the longer you listen the more curious you get so reluctantly pull yourself out of bed and put on some clothes so you don't scar anyone else and also so you don't freeze your dick off. Normally there is a small light on somewhere in the hallway so that anyone unlucky enough to try and find their way around in the dark wouldn't be completely blind but the absence of the light made you have a hunch that the power might be out, you step into the hallway and feel your way to the kitchen slowly before standing there and listening. You're met with deafening silence and you sigh heavily before walking over to the sink and looking out the window to see a shit ton more snow than there had been just hours ago. You make your way to the living room only to be met with a small bit of light from someone's lighter and at first you don't recognize it since no one in the house smokes aside from you and then you remember that Simon is also here and you feel yourself relax a little.
"How long have you been up?"
"About...a little under an hour..." He's flicking it on and off to keep from burning his fingers.
"How long has the power been out?"
"About...a little under an hour."
"Smart ass..."
"Look out the front door."
You take the few steps to the door and open it and you want to laugh out of frustration because the door is halfway buried in a drift. "Are you shitting me..."
"Brings back fond childhood memories doesn't it?"
"Makes me not want to be awake tomorrow..."
Simon laughs but agrees with you. "Its supposed to clear up sometime tomorrow afternoon...either way there is gonna be a lot of shoveling."
"We're gonna be here awhile."
"With her dad...who hates you..."
"And doesn't know that you two are here either."
You see him go to answer but he's interrupted by the sound of a loud thud in the hallway followed by an equally loud slew of mild cursing.
"Let the shit show begin..."

To say that David was irate was like saying that the weather outside was manageable...you'd never had the pleasure of stepping between two people that didn't necessarily want to kill each other-maybe just maim badly-before...and you didn't enjoy it. He automatically assumed that you'd let them stay here when he couldn't get to Simon to try and strangle him and while you wanted to argue you simply gave in and said that it was entirely your idea. He already didn't like you so what was the point in getting him angry at her again. By the time everyone was awake...wether it was because it was cold as hell or because of the yelling you weren't sure...things only got worse. It felt like everyone was just arguing over the same stupid shit and it started to get to you, you'd kept quiet up until that point though and finally when you felt like it was going to burst out of your chest like an alien you looked at her dad and raised your voice...a lot like you did with her when she misbehaved ironically.
"So instead of sitting here bitching why don't we go do something about all of this so we can all fucking leave and get on with our lives then."
Even O is looking at you with a strange expression and you want to apologize to her but you want to hold your anger on her dad...its the only thing that seems to get him to listen. He eyes you for a second before letting out a short humorless laugh.
"And what does a pretty boy teacher suggest we do then."
"Do you have a generator David?" You see him get a little annoyed when you use his name.
"Of course I do...but good luck getting to it let alone getting it started up."
You take a glance outside. "Where is it?"
"Behind the garage...that drift has to be as big as you are."
You keep looking outside to see how its snowing and just how hard the wind is blowing before getting a small smirk on your face. "Has gas in it? Hooked up?"
"Of course..."
"Challenge accepted old man."
You stand up and head towards the kitchen where your jacket is and you can hear the commotion behind you of David back peddling a bit in what he had said, it all made you want to laugh but you keep a fairly neutral face as you pull it on and zip up before heading to the back door.
"Are you stupid boy?"
"No David...trust me, this snow is not that bad."
You can hear him keep asking you how stupid you are as you pull the door open and step out onto the drift of snow that had been slowly creeping up the steps all morning before yo shut the door and relish in the relative silence.

The wind had died down considerably and it was now just an annoying breeze if anything and the snow was starting to taper off into barely there flurries which let you see the extent of how much it had actually snowed over night. It was impressive really, but the wind had done a majority of the damage and had made it look much worse than it really was. You pat your jacket in an effort to find your sunglasses and when you find them you put them on and look around a bit more in depth, you walk slowly over to the drift behind the garage and after some observation you can see the cement slab that its sitting on sticking out. You start to push snow off it with your arm until you can't anymore and have to use your hands but after a short period of time you have it almost entirely uncovered. When your fingers start to hurt you put them in your pockets and look at the generator, you know it'll be hard to start but once you can get it started it should run for a good while and get the house warmed up again at the very least. You look back over your shoulder and see what looks like O and her mom staring through the window at you and you can just barely see her dad behind them with a look of confusion and slight defeat...you give him a wave and feel your inner self gloat a bit although you hadn't actually started it yet. When you get the feeling back in your fingers you get everything ready before you put one hand on the cord while the other moves the choke closed. You mentally count to three and give it a hard pull hearing it almost catch though you are in no way surprised it doesn't start. You move again and brace your feet against the cement before going at it again and you hear it almost start so you give it one more hard tug before you hear it catch and you quickly move the choke to a position that doesn't have it sputtering, you stand up straight and watch it for a bit to make sure it doesn't die and then you turn around and make your way back to the house.

All in all the snow only looks bad, but the power being off makes things much worse for everyone. How all of you end up splitting off could have literally made you laugh like an idiot because it was just so...cliche in that way. David, Simon and you were outside and the girls were all inside. You and Simon were shoveling but also having a bit of fun since snow didn't have to all be white bullshit, but David wasn't seeing the humor in it. More than a few times you stop what you're doing to see him struggling to throw a shovel full of snow to the side, or have to completely stop what he's doing and you know that its doing more harm than good letting him go on like that...so you say something.
"Why don't you go inside?"
"Because there's too much work to leave to you two, you'll never get it done."
You can hear Simon laugh a lot louder than he needed to.
"Yes it will...you're obviously having a hard time-"
"Stop talking and start shoveling."
You shake your head and start up again, you'd tackled a drift that was blocking the garage door and while it was pretty decent sized, you'd gotten it down enough that you were sort of fucking off at that point. You stand there with your arm resting on the shovel and watch him for a bit longer, the frown you have getting deeper. Her dad was older and there was no reason for him to really be out here right now with two younger and able bodied guys able to do it. You didn't know how much of it was unwillingness to admit that he was getting old or if it was also because he was still very bitter towards you, he hadn't made it a secret since he'd found out.
"David."
He ignores you.
"Do you want to give yourself a heart attack?"
"I'd have been more likely to have one after seeing you with my daughter."
"Ok...that's it." You let your shovel fall over and walk over to him. "I get it. You're pissed off, you're disappointed, you feel like she shouldn't have settled for a piece of shit like me right?"
When he doesn't answer you keep going...you weren't sure you could have stopped it even if you'd wanted to at that point.
"When are you going to let go of it, she's not a teenager anymore David." When he tries to avoid you, you get in front of him again so he can't. "You can't protect her forever...I can't fault you for being pissed off that I was her teacher...I understand. But do you see what all of this is doing to her? It kills her that you are acting like this, not talking or even acting like she exists." You feel your temper flaring up a bit when he deliberately turns his back to you to start shoveling in a different direction so you go around him and forcibly take his shovel from him, if looks could kill you'd have been dead several times over. "I don't want to fight with you anymore...its fucking exhausting and its not worth it. You don't have to like me."
"I don't think I can..."
"And thats fine...but for the love of god you can at least love your daughter enough to let this go..."
He just glares at you for the longest time, you can see it in his eyes though that he's battling with himself.
"You've raised her the best you can...you have to let someone else protect her now."
"And why should I trust you to do that?"
You lift your arms up out of defeat, you don't know what else you can say. "Because I love her Sir, I love everything about her. Is it really that hard to see?"
"I know how you are."
"You don't know the first thing about me. The only thing you know is what my file with the USCIS says about me and what I used to be like when I was a fucking teenager."
Even Simon has stopped what he was doing at this point, David looks like he's in disbelief but quickly tries to cover it. "I wouldn't have access to USCIS anyhow..."
"Then why did my green card get moved from its normal spot in my wallet. I know I didn't do it."
"You must have..probably got it out at some point and didn't put it back where it was supposed to be."
"Why would I need it out?" You lean on the shovel a bit.
"Identification."
"Thats what the license is for."
In a display of anger he reaches for his shovel and takes it back before starting to shovel the snow again, he's obviously ticked off but you don't particularly care if he is, it isn't until he moves wrong and drops it that you can find it in yourself to push the anger you had aside. You and Simon both are next to him as he curses under his breath, you can tell by the way he's acting that his back much have acted up and was now in a fit of spasms.
"Dammit, I told you you were going to hurt yourself."
"You said heart attack....close but not quite."
The way he says it makes you give him a long look, its almost like there was meant to be some humor in it, but it was very dry if there was so you shake your head as you and Simon get him upright and into the house.

When he gets situated and her mom is able to give him whatever medicine he took for his pain, you and Simon go back outside to finish up, like you'd figured earlier...it hadn't been that bad of a snow but you were still going to be stuck here for a few days at least. After some dicking off that involved snowballs and shovels you two decide to call it a day, you're both pretty cold and almost ravenously hungry by the time you step foot in the house again. You also admitted to yourself, when you saw O with her mom trying to make something without over loading the generator, that you had also really missed her despite being literally just outside. You didn't rightly care if it sounded a little on the pathetic side either, she was literally one of the only things that made the last few months tolerable. She seems a bit off though, and while she doesn't think you can sense it, you can. She's been off since last night when she came back down from her orgasm, she was acting like she wasn't quite with it completely and it worried you a little. You hated the thought that she'd somehow gotten hurt and not said anything...but you also hadn't gotten much of a chance to talk to her like you normally did after something like that. You'd pushed her admittedly and at the time she'd seemed to enjoy it but now you were having second thoughts and it was killing you to not ask her right now. You all eventually get some food and eat in the living room since that is where David is laid up in his chair, you can't help but notice that he's not glaring at either of you anymore...he's watching. He watches how you interact with his daughter and he watches how she acts with you...you start to wonder if something you said got through to him finally. It only takes about an hour for everyone to meander to their own areas as the sun starts to go down, you head outside to check the generator one last time before you call it a night and when you come back inside you can see David and her mom asleep, you wonder how long they've been asleep but give it a shrug before you disappear into the hall to get a few of the heavy blankets her mom keeps in the closet before bringing them out to the living room and throwing one over each of them before beginning a search for Ophelia...she'd disappeared herself not long after everyone had finished eating. You walk quietly from room to room looking for her but finding most of them empty, you look in her room and even in the guest room before you have her parents' room that is the only one you haven't looked in so you push the door open a bit and sure enough you see her sitting on the bed looking out the window like she's in a daze.

She has her knees pulled up against her chest and you can see from your position by the door that she has one of your shirts on...you recognize it. She either doesn't know that you're there or is choosing to not acknowledge you presence, you close the door and take a few steps into the room before you just stop and look at her. That little bit of worry that you felt earlier is suddenly much larger, she looks so unlike herself that it makes you cautious when you take the last few steps towards her so that you can put your hand on her shoulder...you're actually surprised that she doesn't jump with how odd she's acting. She doesn't though, she just simply starts to talk in a very far away voice.
"I always liked coming in here so that I could look out their window...they have such a nice view of everything..." She turns to look at you, "Don't you think so Sir?"
"It is nice..."
"You didn't look though."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, must just be all the snow..."
"Don't dare lie to me little girl."
She gives you a smile though it never reaches her eyes. "I'm sorry Sir...I don't know what's wrong with me today though..."
"It wasn't just today...it was last night."
She doesn't answer you but you know something is on her mind...
"Are you hurt?"
"No...I'm fine..."
"We never got a chance to talk last night...I would really like to do that now..."
"Ok Sir..."
You move to sit on the bed with her and she turns so that she is facing you now, you frown at her. "Tell me what's wrong, was it last night?"
"I feel like...I don't know..."
You try hard to remember what she'd been like last night, when exactly she'd started acting this way and it comes to you in a crashing moment of clarity. You'd never brought up the idea of sharing to her, you'd never even properly asked her how she felt about it even though you had been sure you two had talked about it at one point or another. "Why didn't you say something O..."
"It made you happy didn't it?"
"Me being happy means fuck all if you don't enjoy it too..."
"Honestly Sir...I did...mostly..."
"Mostly?"
She gets a strange smile on her face and even though its getting dark you can see that she's a little pink. "I was actually surprised how much I enjoyed Sara..."
"I take it that Simon was not as much?"
"It felt good Sir...but it felt...I don't know, wrong...I'm not sure if thats the word i'm looking for..."
"Wrong because...?"
"It wasn't you. I'm sorry this is so stupid to be worked up over..."
"Your feelings aren't ever stupid Ophelia. How did me sharing you make you feel."
"It made me feel...like I was wanted but...also like I wasn't enough..."
"Jesus O...you'll never not be enough...I saw it as you are amazing and I wanted to share that with someone that I trust." You put your hand through your hair and sigh. "It's my fault though...I thought we'd talked about this...but now that i'm thinking, we never did."
"I can't remember Sir...."
"Look...cliche, sappy whatever you want to call it...you are the only person that I want to be with...period. I don't want you to ever feel like you aren't enough to me. ever."
She lets out a laugh but you can hear tears just behind it. "This is so pathetically sappy..." She puts her hands over her face and sighs.
"Truth usually is...if you don't want to do that again...we don't ever have to..but you need to tell me...you should have used your safeword."
"I told you though...I did like it...it wasn't until after it was all done though..."
"We'll put a pin in that then...right now though..."

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You wanted so badly to say that you thoroughly enjoyed the hotel...because it had felt good at the time...phsycially it had been amazing and you hadn't cum that hard in a while...but afterwards it had you questioning the why he shared. Your mind had automatically gone to the worst case scenario and you thought for sure that he wasn't happy with you and wanted to find some other pussy. All of this now felt overly cliche but it was painfully true and it was what you needed to hear...you knew that deep down you knew the truth, he was too possessive of you to share you with anyone...that was why Simon and Sara had been a good choice. You hear him say that he'd keep the idea for later but he doesn't finish his thought, you look at him for a minute before you boldly move so that you are practically in his lap and have your arms wrapped around him tight. You feel him return the hug and put his face against the top of your head, you get caught up in the freedom of it that you can't stop the words before they are out of your mouth.
"I may be yours...but you are just as much mine and I don't like sharing you..."
As soon as you say it you bite your lip because it is so badly out of line that you think he'll get angry so you start apologizing and trying to pull away from him but he keeps his hold on you tightly and just lets out a small sigh.
"You're not wrong." You feel him loosen his hold a bit before you're able to pull back some and look at him. "When I say I love you I mean it O...It's not something that i'm going to just throw around..."
"I know Sir..."
"Do you really trust me when you say you do?"
"I trust you entirely Sir..." You hesitate for a few seconds but decide to just do what you were thinking and lean forward to run your hand through his hair. "You'd never let anything happen to me on purpose..I know that...everything you've done so far, even if it's pushed me beyond what I'm comfortable doing now...it's always been to my benefit."
He doesn't answer you at first, he seems lost in his own thoughts and you can't blame him...it hadn't been your intention to make him feel badly for the hotel because you genuinely enjoyed it...but you were having conflicting feelings about it. You were trying to see it from his point of view but you were having trouble getting the idea of not being enough for him out of your head. You almost jump when you feel his fingers running through your hair and it brings you back to the here and now where he is speaking to you quietly.
"I can honestly say that the last two years O...I feel like I am just the luckiest bastard to be alive right now. I literally thought that I would probably end up either loosing my last bit of sanity or drinking myself to death."
"No...you hid it really well then...how do I know you're not hiding it now..."
"I didn't care, I was a few black out nights away from saying fuck it and going back home...to do either of those things...and when was the last time you saw me drink O?"
You go to answer but realize that it's been a very long time since you've seen him drink anything except coffee.
"I had some that first morning we were here..."
"Mom..."
"Yeah...but its been months...and its been because I feel happy for once. The last two years have been amazing all the bullshit aside..."
"I just wish that my dad liked you..."
"I know...I don't think he hates me at least...strongly dislike..."
You can't help but laugh and he joins you for a short time before you both go silent again, you pull your lip between your teeth shortly before speaking agian. "Where are they?"
"Dad is passed out on pain meds in his chair...and mom is asleep on the couch next to him...wether or not she's drunk I have no idea."
"Simon and Sara?"
"They're staying up a bit to watch the generator...in the den I think..."
You sit there for a few minutes in silence before you happen to look up and see him looking at you a lot like he had yesterday when he'd tried on his tux...you turn red when you remember what could have been and the memory makes you press your legs together. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing...just admiring how you look in that shirt."
You look down at the shirt you have on and laugh a little...its big enough that its comfortable but you also realize that he means its because its his. "I look horrible..."
"Oh zip it on that...I think you look amazing."
You got to reply to him but you feel him wrap his arm around you and pull you closer to him, he touches his lips to yours and it silences anything retort you had ready.

You feel him press a bit more and you feel your eyes close before you give into it, he kisses you slowly and you put your arms around his neck, parting your lips when you feel his tongue ask for entry. The deeper the kiss gets the more you lose yourself in it and soon enough you can feel him shifting so that he's laying you down on your back, his body over you with one leg between yours and pressing up against you a little, enough to make you squirm. He doesn't stop you or say anything when you put your hands in his hair or when you give his lip a small tug with your teeth when he pulls away either, he lets out a small noise that sounds like a repressed groan before he moves to your ear and you fight off your own. He lays kisses down your neck but it feels like a trail of fire to you, even more so when he goes back and retraces it with bites, you can feel him press his leg against you a little harder and when he moves it slightly you can't help a small barely noticeable moan that slips out of your mouth. He sits back for a few seconds before bringing his hands to your sides and sliding them under the shirt, pushing it up so that it bunches around your chest before he leans over you and you feel his tongue on your skin. He leaves tiny sharp nips down the middle of your body before he gets even with your hips and you feel him slide his hands up your thighs and under the material of your panties, snagging his fingers into the waist and pulling them off. He doesn't say anything as he pulls them off of you and drops them on the floor, he brings one of his hands up so that his hand covers you and rubs his palm against you slowly, the contact makes your hips arch a bit and you see him just smile at it. He curls his fingers and presses one against you lightly before he looks at you like he's debating if he should or not, you pull your lip between your teeth in an effort to try and concentrate on something else, so you aren't trying to get him to go further. He slides his finger along you but doesn't try to push it in and you put your hands on your face out of a small bit of frustration and you hear him ask you why you're covering your face.
"Frustrated Sir..."
"Because i won't do this?" You feel him slide a couple of fingers into you and it makes you take a shaky breath but you nod back at him. "Trust me...I'll do more than this...if you want." You feel him press his fingers inside you deeper and curl them a bit and it makes you moan a little. "What do you want..."
It's not even a full thought out answer, its the first answer that always comes to mind when he asks you this. "You Sir..." You can see that he's going to ask you specifics and while you don't have a laid out idea of what you want...you answer him honestly before he can ask you again. "Just you."

You sit up a bit and put your hands on his shoulders and in a mood of boldness you pull him towards you and kiss him, and you are surprised when he lets you pull him to you. He lets you pull him down over you again, feeling him put his hands against the bed so he doesn't have his full weight on you, you don't even care that he no longer has his hand on you at this point either. He gets comfortable on top of you, settling between your legs and pushing his hips against you as slowly as he's kissing you, and you feel like the room is entirely too warm suddenly. You put your hands in his hair again and wrap your legs around his waist so you can push your hips back against him which makes him groan softly against your lips. He keeps rolling his hips against you and part of you is amused because this is something that you'd never actually gotten to experience in your life and even though it was a strange thing to get excited about you were. Sure you'd made out with him before...how could you not have being with someone that was as attractive...but the fact that you were doing it now half undressed on your parents' bed added a small bit of thrill to it. You can feel how much he's enjoying this too the more insistently he grinds his hips down against you and you meet him each time, tightening your legs around him and pushing back. He sits up suddenly and pulls you up with him, your legs still tightly locked around him as he takes his hands and slides them up under the shirt and pulls it up over your head, letting it fall to the floor like your panties. He lets you fall backwards again, settling over you again and leaning down to bite at the skin of your neck before leaving a stinging line of bites down your throat and down the center of your chest. He brings a hand up to rest over one of your breasts while he moves his mouth over the other pulling your nipple between his teeth. You feel your back arch up a little and you let out a soft gasp at the feeling of his mouth, you try to grab his shoulders when his hand starts to knead at you, He flicks his tongue over your nipple a few times before pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it before he moves to do the same to the other and by the time he is showing the same attention you start to pull at his shirt. You hear him chuckle a bit before gives the center of your chest a bite and sits up so that he's looking down at you. You know some of what you've done has been out of line...but he doesn't seem to mind and even when you look at him you can see that he's not concerned with it, he has a small smile on his face that if you weren't familiar with his facial expressions already, you would've missed it entirely...and his eyes were a hazy dark green that only happened when he was turned on. You see him pull the bottom of his shirt and oblige you in taking it off before he's back over you, it's a lot more intense though, its a clash of lips, tongues and hands...his hands feel like they are everywhere at once and you can barely concentrate on where your own are. You manage to focus enough through it all to drop them between the two of you to his pants and you feel your fingers fumble around with the button until he pushes your hands away and helps you get them undone. You bring your hands back and push them down as far as you can with your arms before you bring your legs up and slide your feet into the waist of his jeans, pushing them and his underwear down the rest of the way off his hips. He shifts so that he can toss the rest of the clothing on to the floor not once breaking the series of deep kisses he was sharing with you, you wrap yourself around him and feel him hard against you and it makes you pull your head back a bit so that you can look at him even if you aren't exactly seeing straight at the moment. It doesn't take much maneuvering for him to guide himself into you and very much like the first time you ever had him inside you, you swear that you can feel every inch of him. You feel him put his head against your shoulder before he wraps your legs around him and he starts to move slowly. You aren't sure what makes it feel so different, it could very well be that you were still sore from the night before and that every movement felt magnified by how sensitive you still were...or it could be that this wasn't fucking. It wasn't a master fucking his slave, or Daddy fucking his babygirl...it was Linton and he wasn't fucking you at all. You feel him slide into you deeply and you can't help the moan that escapes your mouth, he doesn't try to quiet you though, he lets you go only aiming to get you to make more noise. He puts his arms under you legs and leans down over you pushing you so that your knees are almost touching your shoulders before he pulls you into a hard kiss and starts to thrust his hips into you a bit harder. The angle has you moaning into his mouth, getting a little louder the harder he gets, before long you can feel your body getting forced upwards with the strength he's using but also being stopped by his arms from going up too high.

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You have your face buried into her neck fighting off groans, it never fails that she feels amazing to you and at first you try to keep things slow but it gets to to be too much and you move so that she's nearly folded in half before you start to push your hips into her a bit harder. It doesn't take long before you're slamming into her cunt in a short burst of roughness that has her digging her nails into your shoulders but right before she gets to that point of no return you slow down. You keep doing this to her and while you can tell she is a bit frustrated she's enjoying this, she's lost in it all and that's when she's the most beautiful to you. She has her head back against the bed with her eyes closed, her face contorts into a look of almost painful concentration each time you slowly roll your hips against her and it almost always earns you a quiet moan. Just when she seems that she can't take this anymore you put your hands against the bed and start up your fast pace again, finding that angle that makes her cry out loud enough you worry it will wake up one of her parents but you still don't try to quiet her, you love hearing her. You move so that her legs are down again and you give her shoulder a kiss before you press you lips to hers deepening it when she lets you slide your tongue past her lips and its only then that you start up what you considered a fairly normal pace for you two, you give her short hard thrusts that push you deep into her and when you hit that spot she cries out again and you focus on it hard. She locks her ankles behind your back and starts to meet your hips half way and its enough to make you let out your own moans, you feel her pull you down against her more and you doubt that there is any part of your bare skin that isn't touching at this point but it just makes you feel that small fire inside burn more, you don't even feel like you're thrusting anymore, you're both just rocking against each other. You press your hips against her hard and she arches against you, you can feel her arms shaking and it makes you do it again, grinding your cock into that spot inside her that has her trembling. You hear her moaning incoherently and it takes you a few seconds to realize that she's trying to make words but failing horribly because the pleasure has her in a haze.
"Daddy...I'm almost..."
She doesn't have to be able to finish it, you already can feel it...and as much as you love hearing her call you that you bite the skin of her throat lightly before you stop moving so you can look at her and concentrate on her. You hear her let out an adorably frustrated sound before she pries her eyes open to look at you, it takes every ounce of self control you possess to keep yourself still even when you can clearly feel her trembling inside and out. When you speak to her your voice comes out low and raspy as if you'd just woken up.
"Daddy's not here tonight..." You press into her warmth and kiss her fighting back the overwhelming urge to just start up again but you don't. She shifts a little and you have to close your eyes to focus on not loosing it when you feel her tense up around you slightly. "It's just me..."

When you feel that you're calmed down enough to open your eyes you see her looking at you with a strange expression, like she isn't sure what you mean so you put your face next to her ear and let out a low moan when the action pushes you deeper into her which makes her let her eyes close a bit and bite back a moan herself.
"No formalities O...just us..." Its all you can force out before you can't fight off the urge to move anymore, you lean your head against her and start to move your hips slowly, concentrating on how you can feel every inch of your cock get surrounded by her tight warmth and its almost enough to make you get off right then. You feel her pull you back down against her, her head against your shoulder and it only takes a few small adjustments before you're both back to rocking against each other although this time its much more frenzied and desperate. You feel her knees dig into your sides when she rolls her hips against yours, you can feel her fingers slipping and spasming against your skin, you can hear her moaning your name and cursing and all of it combined with how her cunt feels around you makes you let out a growl before you pull away from her a bit and drop your hands under her hips and pull her up as you pick up your speed. You know that you're close to cumming so you start to pull her hips against you fast and its like something in both of you finally snaps. Admittedly you are fucking her now...you're fucking her as hard and as fast as you physically can because you know that you both love it and you want her to cum so badly. She's no longer trying to hold onto you, fisting her hands in the pillows over her head instead and the picture that you have of her right now pushes you right over the edge. Sweaty, flushed, gasping, her chest bouncing beautifully with each hard thrust...and the fucking noises she makes...the moaning, the squealing, the whines. You feel the fire in your body burn out of control and tear through you like lightning as you push your face against her skin and bury your cock inside her that one last time, moaning her name like its the most beautiful thing you've ever said. In your haze you feel her arch and go rigid pushing her hips down against you hard, you hear her moan a loud broken version of what sounds like your name but you're too out of it to really notice at the time.

You don't try to stop yourself from collapsing on her, and she doesn't try to push you off of her, she simply lays there and puts her arms around you. You're both breathing so heavily that you are sure SImon and Sara could probably hear you two from the den but you don't care, you feel her put her hands through your hair and its hard to keep your eyes open when she does, it's really only after a few minutes of just laying there like that that you realize you're still inside her deeply. You move to let yourself slide out of her but she stops you at first, she brings up a good reason for you to not pull out just yet.
"I don't want to make this mess worse...they'll notice if I have to change the blanket..." It's almost adorable how even though she's already pink from her orgasm that she turns a darker shade of it because she's embarrassed.
"Why do you always turn red when you make a mess?"
"I didn't know I did..."
"It's cute...anyhow...what do you suggest then? I love being in you but I don't think I can keep myself buried in there all night..."
After some talk she suggests getting her to the edge of the bed before you pull yourself free, and it seems simple enough until you start trying to actually do it. You're both sensitive and every small movement feels either very painful or very good and when you're trying to get to a position you can pull out of her at, getting a secondary rager is not something you really want to deal with. You manage to maneuver the both of you to the edge though, and when you finally do free yourself you can see why she'd been hesitant while on the bed, you can see just how hard you both came very clearly when it looses its battle with gravity. You pick up the clothes on the floor and follow her to the bathroom, keeping a watchful eye out for her parents, that is the last thing you need. You watch her set about cleaning herself up before you take care of yourself focusing on trying to clean up as best you can given that there is only so much water available at the moment. You feel her wrap her arms around you out of nowhere and when you turn around she's just looking at you with a small smile.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"I needed that..." She leans up and kisses you. "I know that you don't like that kind of stuff but...it was nice."
"Babygirl...I love that...with you."
She just smiles and this time it reaches her eyes and you can't help but return it before offering her your shirt which she puts on followed by her panties. You pull on your pants but don't bother with much else as you're just going to check on Simon and go to bed, you go to leave the bathroom but you feel her hand on your arm so you stop and look back at her curiously.
"Linton...Daddy is coming back tomorrow?"
You think a few seconds before you nod, "Yeah...Daddy will be back...and you better behave little one."
The smile she gives you would have melted your heart if you were into saying that kind of stuff but you didn't usually outloud...so you keep it inside and chuckle as you leave the bathroom to go check on the others.

You two had only intended to stay for a week...and as the end of that week approached it became clear that you weren't going to be going back until at least the middle of the next week in a best case scenario. Ophelia had seemed to be back to normal after the night in her parents' room and if you were being honest it felt like she was excelling at being pretty attentive to you which was odd. She was perfect...except for one morning she'd been joking around with her mom. It was a Tuesday morning...and after looking outside and checking up to see how the roads were you decided staying another night was probably a good call despite the fact you wanted to leave badly...you missed being home. There had been a few times that you and Simon had wandered around outside and meandered to the very back of the property where it was lightly wooded, you'd found something curious there though. You'd happened upon a small shed that looked like it hadn't been used in forever and out of curiosity you'd looked inside to find a cozy little workshop...it had struck an interest in you so much so that you made a mental note of it. It had been sometime that weekend that the power had come back on, flickering every once in a while but otherwise staying pretty steady and everyone seemed to be in a good mood, David was still hurting from the days earlier and had spent a majority of his time in his recliner asleep from his pain pills. So that left the five of you to sit in the kitchen that morning making all sorts of small talk over breakfast. The subject quickly started to turn to making fun of the men of the family and while you definitely saw the humor in it as did Simon...the Daddy in you was none too impressed about your babygirl joining in on it. Her mother was going on about how David seemed to have trouble picking up anything on the floor, and always seemed to 'not see' things that were right next to the trashcan. It started out light heartedly but quickly started to turn into full on bashing and by the time you had put your hand on her leg and given it a firm squeeze she already knew she'd gone too far. She was such a well behaved sub to you...but she wasn't flawless and occasionally you had had to punish her in the past...she seemed to have a habit though that you had yet to be able to break. She had trouble with sometimes getting too comfortable in conversation while you were around and sometimes she got a little out of line and plain disrespectful towards you and while you normally hadn't cared, you felt that you needed to correct it in a way she'd remember. You also wanted her to understand that you didn't mind the playful way they'd started out but when it had started to turn into just straight up trashing the men it had crossed the line...because his babygirl wasn't to behave like that and she knew better.

So after all was said and done you'd excused yourself and asked O to come with you for a small walk, she was very good at hiding the slight amount of fear that she has in her eyes behind a smile, she gets up and takes your hand before you both get your jackets and put your shoes on, heading out the back door. The whole walk is quiet, she keeps hold of your hand and tries her best to not question you because she has learned that 1) you won't give her an answer and 2) it isn't her place to question your decisions...unless of course she fears actual harm. For your part you keep a neutral smile on your face the whole walk but it never once reaches your eyes. You're thinking of a fitting punishment for her while at the same time trying to steel yourself for it, it's never something you look forward too because the only time you want her to have tears in her eyes is after a good scene or from happiness. You abhor the idea of hurting her, but she needs to remember this lesson or it will only get worse punishments in the future. She's glancing at you nervously and when you catch her eye you give her a slightly larger smile but she knows...she knows that this walk isn't for fun. You suddenly remember the shed and start to walk in that direction, steadily forming a plan of action for once you get there.

When you two get there you open the door and let her go in first before following and closing it quietly, you set about tinkering with the wood stove that is in the corner trying to get it ready to light, just because she was being punished didn't mean she had to freeze to death. You point at a chair as behind you and tell her to sit down while you pull out your lighter and gather up some old newspaper you had stuffed into your coat pocket, after some work you manage to get the wood to light and it only takes a few minutes for the small stove to heat up the relatively large space. When you stand and turn around you see her still standing and you speak quietly but also very sternly.
"I said Sit Down little one."
You watch her sit, but you can see the tremble she has and you can tell that it isn't from the cold.
"You think that you can just behave however you like, speak of your Master however you want little girl?"
She opens her mouth to answer you but you cut her off. "I didn't give you permission to speak."
You walk around her slowly, your tone still very dark. "Do you forget your place? Not remember your training?" You stop walking and take hold of the chair turning it sharply so that she is suddenly facing you, a certain amount of fear present in her eyes. "Kneel."
She doesn't hesitate as she slides out of the chair and kneels by your feet with her head down and part of you wants to praise her so badly but you fight it and set about looking for anything you can use. You look around for a short minute before you see some rope hanging on the wall and you grab it and set about cutting it a few times before walking back over to her and moving her arms out in front of her so you can bind them.
"You know something...i've been lenient...i've been understanding as far as letting you be who you are...i've punished you...but it never seems to stick in your head does it little girl." You move behind her and start to bind her legs. "I think though that i've given you too much...and now it's time that you learn a lesson in manners that you won't forget so easily."
You reach down and pull her up by her arms a little more harshly than you intend to before you lead her over to an old work bench, pushing her over it so that her back is too you, you hook your fingers into the waist of her pants and pull them down over her ass so that you have full access to her skin. You search around and find a fairly girthy piece of wood, it looked like something that might have been used to stir paint at one point but after running your hands over it a few times you decide it's safe enough to use on her and stand behind her again.

You smack it against your hand loud enough it seems to echo in the small shed and you can see her shiver when she hears it.
"Repeat after me...I will NEVER disrespect my master." You strike her with the wood and she repeats what you say, putting emphasis on the same words. "Again." You strike her again and she repeats it again. You make her repeat it a few more times before you move on.
"I WILL be a good babygirl." You follow the same pattern you did before, after each repetition you give her a firm strike across the ass .
"I will NEVER dishonor my Master." The same pattern. By the time she finishes this set though you can hear her voice trembling and her legs lifting up when you strike her.
"Who owns you.." You give her a hard strike and hear her let out a sharp cry. "Who do you please..." You bring your arm down harder and internally you feel so torn because of the loud cry of pain she lets out. "Who will you NOT EVER QUESTION? You lay a strike on her bare skin with each word before you throw the stick across the room. She's legitimately crying now, and it tears at you but you keep your control and pull her pants up over her bottom before standing her up and hooking her bound hands on a low hanging pulley that barely looked like it would support her weight but surprises you. You wrap your fingers around her jaw and pull her head up to look at you even though she avoids looking you directly in the eyes.
"You'll stay here until I choose to come and get you. Until then I expect you to repeat what you've learned this time...tell me what you've learned little one."
She manages to repeat it all albeit through a fair amount of tears and once you're satisfied with it you tell her to keep repeating it before you let go of her and check the stove, getting up and leaving. You don't go far though, you don't even really want to leave her in the shed by herself but she needs to learn that you can only be pushed so far...this will do only one of two things though, it will either bring her closer to you or push her away, you're prepared for either reaction though. You'd already said that you were more than willing to give this up if it meant keeping her and you'd meant it whole heartedly. You really hoped though that she'd understand that it wasn't something you enjoyed and you had a feeling that there was going to be a lot of cuddling to make up for this but you were fine with it as long as she wasn't hurt too badly. You find an old tree stump and brush most of the snow off it before sighing heavily and sitting down, you pull out a joint and light it before putting your head in your hands. You're sure that being in her childhood home had set her back a bit...but if this was going to work out in the long run she needed to know that there were lines you didn't cross, wether it was being in the comfort of your own parents or with a friend. It wasn't a double standard either by any means, you both had to respect each other and most of the time...it wasn't an issue. You pull your phone out and watch the time go by as you smoke, you feel restless because all you want to do is go back inside and get her down but you feel that maybe a few more minutes will be beneficial so you stay where you are, it isn't until you get a majority of your joint gone that you stand up and walk the few steps back to the door. You stand there a few seconds and you can hear her still repeating the same lines as before, like it's a sort of mantra to her now and after you open the door and walk in you tell her to stop repeating it. She does and you move to unhook her hands from above her before helping her regain her balance, you lift her up to sit on the work bench while you undo the rope around her wrists and legs and once she's free you stand back and look at her.
"Can you walk ok?"
"Yes Sir." It's quiet and it makes you sigh.
"Come on...lets go home babygirl." You hold out your hand to her and while she's hesitant at first she takes it and slides off the bench carefully following you out of the shed.

When you get to her house, no one is home. Her mom had left a note on the table in the kitchen that said she and David had gone into town to see how the roads were and to get a few things while they were out, and Simon...you didn't know where he was or what he was doing. You turn to O and tell her to stay where she is before you go to her room to dig through your bag, you always brought this lotion with you. You figured that she'd need it and it would give you an excuse to admire your handiwork no matter how much it made you feel like a piece of crap. When you get back you see her still standing in the same spot and you let out a small sigh before taking her hand and pulling her to the living room with you. You push her coat off of her before taking yours off and sitting down, you look at her and tell her to come over to you which she does before you seize her around the waist in a way that lets you graze her sides. No matter how hurt she was or how angry and sad she seemed it got her to laugh and it felt nice to hear it even if it had been forced out of her.
"Get comfy, we're going to be here a while..."
She simply replies with a 'yes Sir' and lets you move her how you want her, she's laying across your legs with her feet against the arm of the couch and her head on her arms looking off into space. You pull her pants down again, the hiss from her not going unnoticed by you before you put some of the lotion on your hand and start to rub it over her angry red skin.
"Sir?"
"Hm?"
"What is that..."
You keep slowly rubbing it in, making sure that no part of her behind is missed. "It's lotion for cuts and scrapes...numbs things a bit so that it's not as painful as it heals up." You slide your hand up her back and rub at her lower back a little and you feel her relax against the couch. "Do you know why I punished you O?"
She makes a little noise before she answers you. "Because I was out of line Sir...I shouldn't have talked that way about you." She pauses for few seconds and you don't have to look at her face to know that she's biting her lip.
"Just ask babygirl..."
"I'm sorry Sir...I don't know when it went from being good natured to disrespectful...if i'd have thought it was being that way I wouldn't have said anything..."
You keep rubbing at her back, pausing a bit to pull her pants back over her. "It happens babygirl...I understand that when you're around friends, parents...it's easy to get caught up in it...but there is a line."
"What is that line though Sir..."
"When you stop respecting me." She stays quiet for a long time before you give her backside a light tap and tell her to sit up, she does so with some help and you move so that you're leaned up against the corner, pulling her back against you. She doesn't fight you at all but she doesn't immediately relax against you either so you sigh and put your head against her shoulder. "You think I enjoy punishing you?"
"No Daddy..."
"I hate it...I hate doing it..."
"Then why do you do this Sir..."
"Because it's how I am...I want to be needed...and that's exactly what this life offers me." You put your hands around her wrists and rub at them softly. "It's not really that complicated at the heart of it...subs desire to be wanted...and Doms desire to be needed. A sub needs their Dom and the Dom wants their sub. The fact that you and I get on so well outside of all of that though..."
"You're right Sir...I do need you but not the way you might think."
"You don't need me O...you're plenty strong enough to take care of yourself...you let me though, you let yourself need me."
She had been watching you knead at her wrists for a while before she leans back against your shoulder and looks at you, its like she's staring through your soul with her gaze and it makes you feel-for a short time at least-totally vulnerable. You keep her gaze though, trying to look past the small hint of red that is still in them from earlier.
"I do need you though Daddy...you are...the best thing that's happened to me in a long time Sir..."
You nod. "I could say the same about you..."
"I know Sir...everyone says you seem happier."
She'd had her head against your shoulder so you turn your head and give her a small kiss. "Please don't make me have to do this again little girl..."
You hear her give you a small laugh before she gets comfortable on you, her face against your chest and her arm around you loosely. "As long as I'm your whole world, I won't Daddy..."
You laugh at how she says it before settling down yourself, she was back to being playful and it made you feel relieved. "You have no idea babygirl."

After a few minutes she speaks up again, its quiet and unsure so it catches your attention immediately. "What do we do when school starts again Sir..."
You rest your chin on her head and ponder that question...it's been a stressful break but school was going to be starting next month again. She was going to be finishing her junior year and going into her senior and just like that you were one step closer to not having to deal with the bullshit at work. Your relationship had already been outed for the most part and you'd separated yourself as much as you could...but you were the only teacher for the last year classes and it was imperative that she take your class this year. Her last year...and many of the others that had managed this far was mainly lab time and work study...trying to put the material into practice and to gain the experience if it was possible. You wouldn't so much be teaching but guiding this year with her class and while that would be such a nice way to end your year, you know that those three little thorns in your side will do everything they can to pick you and her apart.
"We do what we can...we'll have to roll with the punches this year..."
"They're going to try and fire you aren't they Sir..."
You shrug...she wasn't wrong. "They've been trying...I'm more worried about what might happen to you though..."
"We've made it this far...we can make it this last year Sir...we have to..."
You nod and wrap your arm around her, you don't look forward to this last year at all, you have the same gut feeling you had before, and you knew that there was a lot shit to hit this proverbial fan...all either of you could do was try and get through the shitstorm together and in one piece.