Mia's Journey: An Erotic Thriller by John Rebell, Zee Ryan Page A
Authors: John Rebell, Zee Ryan
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Daddy was still drinking at her pussy, sucking now, to get every drop, looking up at her, studying her.
She was a Goddess to her man. She felt the power again. He would do anything for her, even drink her cum with pleasure. The power she felt was undeniable, and very, very, real.
For the first time in her life, she mattered to someone. She more than mattered. She was his EVERYTHING. She came again, instantly into his mouth from the power of the realization, and Daddy licked it up, smiling.
Her cum came to a trickle, and Daddy licked it all up gently, then cleaned her pussy with his tongue of every single drop.
“Oh, Daddy, that felt good.”
“Tasted good, too,”
Mia sat back down in the tub, facing Daddy. Her shave forgotten, her hands on both of his shoulders.
“What did it taste like?”
“Like nectar from the Gods.”
“No, really,” she said, totally serious, looking him in the eye.
“I was being totally serious.”
Daddy grabbed her face and forced his tongue into her mouth, rolling it around the inside of her mouth.
“Like that.”
Mia smacked her lips together and her tongue licked her lips, tasting.
“You’re right…I do taste pretty good.”
Daddy smiled, forcing the power of his love for her out of his eyes, and showering it all over her like a hurricane of feeling.
His love hit her like a solid, tangible force. Mia gasped, fell back on her ass, staring at him, open-eyed, then started crying softly in the perfectness of the feeling.
“The higher mental development of woman, the less possible it is for her to meet a congenial male who will see in her, not only sex, but also the human being, the friend, the comrade and strong individuality, who cannot and ought not lose a single trait of her character.”
Emma Goldman
Chapter 26
There was a subtle change in Mia. Nothing she could really put her finger on, and it was very slight. But it wasn’t something she noticed, but rather, something she could feel. The sex games between her and Daddy were growing more intense.
However, that wasn’t it. Sometimes, she felt like there was a train far off in the distance, growing closer. She felt a power and fury sweeping towards her, but it was totally unlike any power or fury she had ever felt before. This power and fury was HER, and at the same time; it felt cosmic, that was the only word she could think of to describe it. She giggled to herself at the absurdity of the word.
Secondly, she wasn’t afraid of it in the slightest. Yes, it was power, and yes, it was fury, but unlike any other, it was a part of her. She could no more be afraid of it, than she could fear her own hand.
Daddy sat on the bed, just looking at her. He would sit there now, he could sit there for hours, just looking at her, a small smile on his lips. It used to infuriate her.
Now it was like she moved into it. She liked it. She felt like she was a beautiful flower, and he was opening her petals, so he could look at more of her beauty. There was nothing invasive about it. She could feel his pure joy, at this beautiful flower, he could touch, smell, and look at.
“Lay back, my Goddess, and put your arms over your head the way I like.”
He loved it when she did this. It was a gesture of total surrender. She opened herself completely up to him. She knew it also lifted her breasts, and made her nipples stand up. He liked that. She could almost feel the pleasure course through him, through his eyes.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life,” he said.
He took one of his ties, fastened it to her wrist, brought her other wrist to the first one, and secured them together. He made sure they weren’t tight, by sticking his finger around them. She knew she could pull out of them if she wanted. He then tied the other end, to a bed slat.
He ran his fingers softly down the inside of her arms, making her arms dimple with pleasure. Both hands, on both arms, ending in her pits,
She was a Goddess to her man. She felt the power again. He would do anything for her, even drink her cum with pleasure. The power she felt was undeniable, and very, very, real.
For the first time in her life, she mattered to someone. She more than mattered. She was his EVERYTHING. She came again, instantly into his mouth from the power of the realization, and Daddy licked it up, smiling.
Her cum came to a trickle, and Daddy licked it all up gently, then cleaned her pussy with his tongue of every single drop.
“Oh, Daddy, that felt good.”
“Tasted good, too,”
Mia sat back down in the tub, facing Daddy. Her shave forgotten, her hands on both of his shoulders.
“What did it taste like?”
“Like nectar from the Gods.”
“No, really,” she said, totally serious, looking him in the eye.
“I was being totally serious.”
Daddy grabbed her face and forced his tongue into her mouth, rolling it around the inside of her mouth.
“Like that.”
Mia smacked her lips together and her tongue licked her lips, tasting.
“You’re right…I do taste pretty good.”
Daddy smiled, forcing the power of his love for her out of his eyes, and showering it all over her like a hurricane of feeling.
His love hit her like a solid, tangible force. Mia gasped, fell back on her ass, staring at him, open-eyed, then started crying softly in the perfectness of the feeling.
“The higher mental development of woman, the less possible it is for her to meet a congenial male who will see in her, not only sex, but also the human being, the friend, the comrade and strong individuality, who cannot and ought not lose a single trait of her character.”
Emma Goldman
Chapter 26
There was a subtle change in Mia. Nothing she could really put her finger on, and it was very slight. But it wasn’t something she noticed, but rather, something she could feel. The sex games between her and Daddy were growing more intense.
However, that wasn’t it. Sometimes, she felt like there was a train far off in the distance, growing closer. She felt a power and fury sweeping towards her, but it was totally unlike any power or fury she had ever felt before. This power and fury was HER, and at the same time; it felt cosmic, that was the only word she could think of to describe it. She giggled to herself at the absurdity of the word.
Secondly, she wasn’t afraid of it in the slightest. Yes, it was power, and yes, it was fury, but unlike any other, it was a part of her. She could no more be afraid of it, than she could fear her own hand.
Daddy sat on the bed, just looking at her. He would sit there now, he could sit there for hours, just looking at her, a small smile on his lips. It used to infuriate her.
Now it was like she moved into it. She liked it. She felt like she was a beautiful flower, and he was opening her petals, so he could look at more of her beauty. There was nothing invasive about it. She could feel his pure joy, at this beautiful flower, he could touch, smell, and look at.
“Lay back, my Goddess, and put your arms over your head the way I like.”
He loved it when she did this. It was a gesture of total surrender. She opened herself completely up to him. She knew it also lifted her breasts, and made her nipples stand up. He liked that. She could almost feel the pleasure course through him, through his eyes.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life,” he said.
He took one of his ties, fastened it to her wrist, brought her other wrist to the first one, and secured them together. He made sure they weren’t tight, by sticking his finger around them. She knew she could pull out of them if she wanted. He then tied the other end, to a bed slat.
He ran his fingers softly down the inside of her arms, making her arms dimple with pleasure. Both hands, on both arms, ending in her pits,
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