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Ellie is pulled gently to consciousness by a warm feeling radiating from her belly, and as she surfaces, she realizes the feeling is Joel. His hand gently rubs her tummy; kneeding and soothing the cramps which have been waging war on her for the past two days. She remembers the older girls in the FEDRA dorms, how they'd complain about their cramps, and she didn't really understand that then. She does now.
Ellie yawns, one of her hands lifting to rest on his, feeling the rough skin, busted knuckles; then she wraps her hand around his finger, and is surprised all over again at the size of him. "How are you feelin' today, baby?" her daddy asks, tone soft and loving like it's been since her period first started. She's pretty sure he feels sorry for her. And she's not quite used to his sympathy. Or at least not used to his sympathy that isn't laced with condescension.
"Better," she sighs contently, free hand reaching to scratch the itch underneath her collar. She notices her leash is attached, and finds it wrapped tightly around his wrist. Ellie used to find it weird to be on a leash, pulled, guided around like a dog. Now she finds it comforting, always in arms length of him, always safe. She's come to like being a pet.
Suddenly, a different wripple of warmth works its way into her belly, overpowering the cramps and burning brighter under his fingertips. Blush creeps onto her face, a shiver going through her mind as she places the emotion, want.
The girl squirms, twisting and tossing herself onto her other side, where their faces are inches apart. Ellie takes a second to look at him, eyes scanning over the scars and bruises that adorn his carved features. Then she leans forward, pressing her soft lips against his cracked ones. It takes a moment for him to respond to her advances, but when he does, it's rough, pulling her tight to his chest and shoving his tounge into her mouth. His beard scratches at her flushed cheeks.
And for once, instead of going along with his motions, letting him mold, move, and position her where he likes, she pushes against him.
On the next kiss Ellie pushes inside first, curling her body so close to his she thinks they may murge into one. Her hand slides up through his beard, up his jaw, and slips into his hair, grabbing with slight pressure. She fights him for the lead, trying to force her pace as his palm lands on her ass, spanking her once, twice, enough to shock her out of dominance.
She moans into his mouth as his hand stills, grabbing and squeezing her ass with a palm that spans the entire cheek. Ellie nips at his lips, hand slipping from his hair to his back. Her fingernails scratch, lightly, down his back, and she wonders if he'd mind if she left a mark.
Joel pulls away, making her whine and try to push back a bit pathetically. He lifts his hand from her butt to her face, holding onto the underside of her chin. She can feel drool sliding down her face.
"Now what's gotten into you girl?" He asks teasingly, holding her still as she squirms, thighs rubbing together. "Hormones got you all worked up?" Joel coos as she pouts, eyebrows drawing together as she dries a puppydog face. His eyes darken in the way that used to scare her, "Here, sugar." He releases her jaw and flips her onto her back beside him.
Ellie forces herself not to verbally protest as he slides an arm under her back. Though she does stomp her leg into the sheets, huffing. She wanted to keep kissing. She likes that. Kissing makes her feel all happy and gooey inside. And it doesn't make her scream and cry.
The pet watches closely as her Daddy starts to slide his fingers over her cotton panties. His thumb rubs over the little bow on the edge, the gentle touch makes her shiver. Then his fingers are dipping under the elastic of her panties, making her jump in alarm. "What about-" she begins, looking at his smug face with wide eyes.
"A'bitta bloods never stopped me before," he cuts her off, his fingers finally running over her swollen clit. He teases her, pressure light enough to make her whine but not enough to get her anywhere. Joel's too good at controlling her, but, she thinks in the back of her mind, maybe that's a good thing.
He chuckles at her display, "eager little thing," he comments as two of his fingers start to move in circular motions over her nub. Ellie shivers, fighting against her thighs that are keen to snap around his hand like a bear trap.
Her Daddy hums praises in her ears that she can't quite focus on enough to make out. She's too set on relaxing, forcing her jaw to unclench and body to go limp. Going malleable always seems to help, makes the rough pads of his fingers on her aching clit feel so much better.
Ellies eyes fall shut as his motions soothe away the pain of her period. She sighs as he slides his palm further down until he's cupping her cunt in his hand. Then he says something that's unintelligible but somehow still makes her insides throb.
Two fingers press inside her, aided by arousal and blood as the starts a gentle pattern. Her lips part and a whiney moan pushes out of her throat.
Then, practically on its own, her hand moves, landing on the tent in his pants. Ellie listens contently as the smirk in his voice is cut off by a groan. His fingers speed up as she rubs her hand over his buldge.
Ellie gets bored quicker then him, and finds herself unbuckling his belt without his go-ahed. But since Joel isn't protesting- she slips her hand under his jeans and into his boxers; wrapping her palm around the heavy weight of him.
Her owners cock twitches in her grip as she pulls him out, her thumb toying with the precum pearling on the tip as his thumb catches on her clit. Ellie moans as he presses against the good spot inside of her, almost loosing focus.
Ellie's fingertips don't come close to touching as her hand starts to pump up and down his length. Following messily in the same rhythm as his fingers that pump in and out of her cunt.
Embarrassing wet noises come from below her, making her cheeks burn red hot. She feels the slight tug of her leash in every movement, reminding her how stuck she is in this situation; and making her realize how lucky she is to have a good owner. Who takes care of her. Is nice to her. Loves her.
Joel's breathing is heavy in her ear, laced with groans and soft moans that make her ego swell. She turns her head to the side, so that she's closer to his ear as she whispers, "I love you." He groans loudly in her ear at the words, and she can feel him twitch in her palm.
Ellie's breath catches as his bloody fingers speed up inside of her, pressing on her spots that are sore but still so good. "So, so much," she tacks on, the words blurring into a moan at the end.
"Daddy," she whines as her peak starts chasing her, making her toes stick out, back arch, and hand rub faster on him. "Daddy- Please I want-," Ellie blabbers, her skin burning under his touch.
Her orgasm hits hard, making her head fall back into the bed and lips part to release obscene sound. Ellies hand unintentionally squeezes him, which sends him over the edge with her.
"Good girl," she hears in her ear, then feels his fingers exiting her. Making her feel empty and raw. He drags blood up her mound, streaking it over the brand on her belly.
And she suddenly feels tired, and he must too because he pulls her close to cuddle. She has to hold in a giggle notices his spunk has managed to land right on his stomach. The last thought she has before she slips away is that it's funny how he'll finally being the one scrubbing cum off his chest.
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It's only once the room falls dark, that Joel is sure the girl is asleep. Thr street lamps have been turned off and the only thing illuminating the small world of the Boston QZ is the moon. But it's somehow enough so that he can see the galaxy of freckles dotted over her body as he pulls away from her.
Joel's careful as he pulls the blankets and sheets away from her, exposing her beautiful unconscious form. There's something so gorgeous about her when she's like this, she reminds him of a sleeping kitten. So fragile and innocent. Needing to be protected.
A smile creeps over his face as he watches the slight up and down of her chest as she breathes. A few of his favorite sessons with her are when she was like this, conked out from exhaustion and a rohypnol crushed into her cup.
Joel observes her for a few moments, watching carefully for any signs of her rousing. Once he's sure she won't wake up, he gets to work on positioning her. He spreads her legs apart, so the blood on her thighs and pretty pink panties is fully clear.
Then he pulls her hands away from her breasts, placing them politely by her size. He'd always been a big boob kinda guy in the past, but the more he plays with her little tits the more he's come to appreciate hills instead of mountains.
Joel fixes her collar, then curls the leash under one boob then off to the side. He gives her nips a gentle tug, pulling them up so they're standing proud in the little mounds of her chest.
Once he's finally satisfied he pulls out the instant camera from his nightstand. He should really be picky with it, since it's unlikely he'll find more film. But this is a special occasion, and he's sure one shot won't ruin the plans he has.
But as he gets ready to take the photo, he realizes somethings missing. Joel thinks for a long moment before deciding what that thing is. He leans foward and pinches her thigh, not hard enough to wake her but hard enough for a pained, uncomfortable expression to paint her face.
The camera shudders and light flashes over the girl, making her look like a true angel for half a second. Then Ellie whines in her sleep and turns onto her side, legs curling up into the fetal position.
Joel wonders what she's dreaming about.