Her - S01 E06

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Her - S01 E06

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 6

Taking her in

"I don't know anything about love and I know too much about heartbreak. "

- V(me)

. . .

I ran my hands up and down her thighs as they trembled. We were in my office, she was sitting on my lap, trying to not beg as her pussy was restlessly tortured by the vibrator.

She whimpered against my neck. "Daddy."

I sat her down on the table, spreading her legs. Moving her dress out of the way, I looked at her panties covered pussy. The string of her vibrator was right here. I pulled at it lightly. She whimpered, legs twitching. I looked into her eyes which were filled with intense lust.

I hummed. "Who is going to take care of your pussy in Paris, Little love? Who'll make sure you make a mess of your panties every day?"

Her mouth flew open. I stuffed two fingers inside, making her gag. "Who is going to keep my slut happy?" I moved my fingers in and out, loving how she wrapped her small hand around my wrist, not sure what she wanted to do as I choked her.

I took my fingers out, gently trailing them down to her pussy. I moved her panties out of the way, rubbing her clit while she moaned prettily, her eyes fluttering shut.

I let go of her, stepping back to look at the mess she was. Her dress was pulled down from her chest, showing just a hint of her nipples, it was flipped up to show her panties and pussy. Her lips were wet, her face completely red and her eyes fluttered shut as she moaned because of the vibrator.

Her thick thighs quivered, hips squirming. I watched, folding my arms against my chest.

Just when I knew she was going to cum, I ripped the vibrator out of her and grabbed her hands before she could touch her pussy. She let out a pathetic needy cry, sniffling as she looked up at me. "Daddy. I'm so close-"

I threw the vibrator away. "No. Let's go home. There's something I want to do to you."

. . .

I helped her out of the car, smiling as she avoided looking at me. She was pissed.

We walked inside, her heels clicked on the floor. The mansion was quiet. All the staff left to their quarters. The entrance hall was dark, with nothing but a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, washing it in a silvery light.

"I'm gonna go change," she grumbled and took her heels off and took them in one hand, climbing the staircase.

I watched her, letting out a sigh.

I was going to miss her.

She'd always be there, that was was she said. I believed her. I knew she loved me - loved us. Yet it felt like I was going to lose her.

And we'd be there a lot. One of us would be there all the time hopefully, keeping her safe.

I climbed the stairs after a while. I opened the door to her room. The bathroom door was opened, golden light spilling out into the darkroom. Her room was beautiful. She had made our mansion home.

I took my suit jacket off and threw it at a chair. I walked inside the bathroom, watching as she gently rubbed the make-up off her eyes dressed in nothing but her...lingerie.

She ignored me.

I stood behind her, watching as she removed her makeup. I took the wipe in my hands, grabbing her jaw as I gently rubbed the make-up off her face. She gulped, eyes hesitantly looking at me and then flying all over the dark bathroom.

I removed the lipstick from her lips and threw the wipe away. I removed the few pins she had in her hair.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, setting my chin on her head.

"You're so perfect, my love."

She smiled gently. "Seems like you've never looked at yourself."

I chuckled. "Yeah? Well, I look best when I have you by my side."

We looked into the mirror. Her eyes moved over me, from my face to my biceps.

"I will miss you," she muttered. "But you'll visit."

"Of course, I will," I said. "I need you all the time, Olivia. You won't get rid of me anytime soon."

She turned around, looping her arms around my neck. She kissed my chin. "I love you."

My heart thundered.

I dropped my forehead against hers, taking a deep breath, taking her in. "And I love you."

. . .