Her - S01 E18

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Her - S01 E18

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 18

This chapter ends on a cliffhanger. I'd like to not be cursed out in the comments if that is a possibility (I don't think it is). On the bright side, this chapter is quite long and who doesn't love Zavier playing games with his kitten?

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"Someday you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again."

- C.S. Lewis

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Olivia Woods

I rubbed my forehead, dragging my pencil on the sketchbook, trying to figure out what I wanted to draw.

Headaches had been a constant in my life for a few weeks now. I went to a doctor earlier, only to find out that they were a side effect of the birth control pill. They made me switch to a different brand.

I didn't like taking the pill.

I moved the sketchbook away, sighing. I could hear Zavier cutting up things in the kitchen. It was his sixth day in Paris. He was to return tomorrow.

Needless to say, I wanted the time to stop.

"Kitten?" He called out. "When are you going to tell me what the doctor said? Or do I have to spank it out of you?"

I walked to the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe. "He didn't say anything. Just casual headache, probably because of stress."

His hand paused. He glanced at me, eyes narrowing. "I can tell when you lie."

"No, you can't. I am an excellent liar!"

"Yes, of course, you're an excellent liar." He walked towards me after washing his hands, wiping his hands with a towel. "Tell me before I make some calls."

"It's private."

He cocked his head. "Is it?"

"It is."

"Hmm." He, almost gently, grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me forward. He kissed my earlobe, pulling at it with his teeth. "I trust you, Kitten." His hand tightened. "You will let Daddy know whatever it is when you're comfortable, hm? I'd hate to have to fuck it out of you." He filled back and smiled. "Or maybe not "

"I'll tell you," I whispered.

"Good girl." He gave my neck a final squeeze which made me throb, and went back to his cooking.

He hadn't touched me at all since he came here. He kissed me a lot, yes. But that was it. And Zavier was touchy. Back home it was hard to keep him from touching me even in public.

I sat down on the counter, watching him.

"Kitten?"

"Daddy?"

He looked at me. "What do you want?"

"I'm just watching you," I mumbled. "I can't do that?"

His eyes narrowed with suspicion but he nodded."Of course, you can, baby." He resumed.

I watched his hands, large and tatted and adored with the rings I had chosen from his large collection in the morning. His sleeves were rolled up messily, displaying his pretty arms. My eyes traveled up to the uppermost button of his shirt which was undone, giving a glimpse of his tatted, toned chest. My eyes traveled farther up to his lips, which were too pretty to be allowed to exist, and then his eyes.

Which were looking right at me.

I instantly looked away. "I think it's about to rain!" I said, looking at the clear sky through the window.

"Yes," he said dryly. "I can see the storm rolling in."

I gulped. "Well, it can always come out of nowhere."

"I don't doubt that, kitten."

I looked back at him and he resumed his cooking. I almost huffed out in annoyance.

"Take your dress off," he said out of now where.

"Wh-what?"

"Take your dress off. If you're going to eye me like a whore, I'm going to make you feel like one. Take your dress off and kneel at my feet." He pinned me with a pointed look. "Now."

Well, okay, didn't see that coming.

I took my dress off, knowing better than to defy. I thanked my morning self who had decided to wear a bra even when staying home.

I set the dress aside and looked at him. His concentration was on his task. And that should not have done what it did to me.

I kneeled beside him.

"You want a pillow, kitten?"

I nodded instantly. The floor was hard. "Yes, please, Daddy."

He walked away and came back with a pillow. He gave it to me and I settled it below my knees.

He took hold of my chin, looking all over my blushing face. "Beautiful." And then he went back to work.

I sat there, squirming slightly, feeling myself dampen more and more as he worked. Wasn't his touch supposed to make me wet? They were sorcerers.

I pulled at his pants hesitantly. "Daddy?"

"Do I have to gag you?"

"No-"

"Then stay quiet."

I put my hands on my thighs out of habit, looking down at the floor.

Soon, he was done. He put whatever he had made in the microwave.

He turned to me. I kept my eyes glued to the ground as his shoes came into view.

I gulped, messing with my fingers, waiting for him to say something. He didn't. He just stood there as I felt the weight of his gaze running all over me.

"You're not supposed to cum today," he said. "Xerxes told me you were being disobedient."

"I wasn't -"

"Did I say you could speak, whore?" He slapped my face, grabbed my cheeks, and pulled my head up as I whimpered.

"When do you speak?"

I gulped. "When ordered to, daddy. I'm sorry."

He watched my face for a moment. "Crawl to the bedroom."

Crawl.

I had never done that.

He raised his eyebrows. "Well?" He let go of my face.

I got on my hands and knees, tilting my head down. He grabbed my hair which had grown too long, wrapping the ends around his fist.

He led me to the room slowly, calling me his kitten. I felt humiliation settle in as my wetness made my panties stick to me uncomfortably.

He opened the door.

"Kneel beside the bed. Eyes on the ground."

I did as I was told. He walked to the closet.

I took in a deep breath, feeling my face burn.

He came back.

I heard him settle some things on the nightstand.

"You know," he said. "I didn't plan on bruising you. I didn't want you to be distracted by pain every time you sat down in your classrooms. I came here to be with my good little girl. But..."

He walked closer, grabbed my neck, and made me look up. "I should have known you'd become a little whore sooner or later. Crawling for me like you're in heat." He squeezed my neck and dropped his head, kissing me deeply.

"Tell me, my love, how wet are you?"

"So wet, d-daddy."

"Hm?" He kissed me. "I should take pity on you and make you cum, shouldn't I?"

I nodded eagerly. "I'll be good, daddy. Please be nice."

His eyes flashed. "You want me to be nice?"

I nodded. "Yes, daddy."

He smiled. "Okay then, get up. I'll fuck you nicely."

I sat up, wobbling a little. He steadied me. He took off my bra, throwing it away. He kissed my nipples and I waited for him to skin his teeth into my breast, making marks, he didn't do that. He kissed the tips and removed my panties.

He gently pushed me down on the bed and took his clothes off.

I watched hungrily as his abs came into view. And then his cock which was already hard for me.

I bit my bottom lip, hoping he'd want my mouth on him, but he just climbed over me.

"Spread your legs, baby."

I did as I was told.

He kissed me softly, tugging at my nipples just barely.

"Daddy-" my back arched. I needed more.

"Call me Zavier," he said. "We are being nice, after all, aren't we?"

"Zavier." That sounded wrong. So wrong.

He hummed and parted me with two fingers, rubbing my clit with a light touch. He watched my mouth fall open.

He smiled. "My pretty baby likes this?"

"More, daddy-"

"Zavier."

"Zavier," I whined. "Daddy."

"Zavier," he repeated.

I sniffled. "Zavier."

He hummed. "I am mean when I am daddy, no?" He pushed into me slowly, letting me accommodate his size, something he rarely ever did. I clenched around him, eyes rolling back as he settled deep.

"Nice?"

I nodded. "Yes, da- Zavier."

He hummed again and pulled out gently, thrusting inside with the same slow pace. He didn't say a word. Just watched me closely. I gasped for breath, back arching and even though he was deep inside of me, it wasn't enough.

"More, daddy - Zavier. Please, more."

"But that's mean." He was fucking me slowly, pressing too-gentle kisses all over me. He didn't even hold my arms down which curled around him. "I want to be nice to my pretty baby."

I looked into his evil eyes, knowing just what he wanted me to say.

He smiled, kissing my lips, not even bothering to kiss me thoroughly. "Is this what you want?" He whispered. "Missionary, vanilla fuck?" He slowed down more. "You can't even cum like this, baby. Your poor cunt is so used to being pounded." He cupped my face.

"I'm fine- I like it!"

"You do?" He smiled. "Of course." He held himself there, fucking me slowly, my orgasm was just there, but still too out of reach. I knew what I needed to cum. I knew I'd have to ask for it.

Tears burned in my eyes. I closed them, grabbing my shaking knees. "A bit faster?"

"I think I want to be nice to your cunt today."

I sniffled. He reached down and rubbed my clit just barely. It heightened everything.

I whimpered as he took his hand away. He smiled nicely. "Is this what you want, Olivia?"

"Kitten."

"But you aren't my kitten right now," he whispered. "You're my kitten when I'm your Daddy. Right now, we are just Zavier and Olivia."

"Don't like it," I practically whined out, clasping his arms. "Want daddy."

He pecked my lips. "Look at the nightstand."

I looked at it and almost gasped. A toy was there. I remembered one of them calling it anal beads. But this one was bigger.

"Your Daddy wants to put that in you, fuck you without letting you come, spank your little breasts, clamp your nipples tighter than they have ever been clamped, wrap a collar around your neck with a leash and slap you around. Is that what you want?"

I gasped, tightening around him. He had stopped moving and was nestled deep inside of me.

"Daddy-"

"Hm?"

"I..." I gulped. "I want daddy."

"You do?" He enquired softly. "You don't want it gentle?"

"No daddy."

"You want me to open up your ass?"

I gulped. "Yes, daddy."

"You want me to be mean to you, not let you cum even when you cry and beg like a filthy fucktoy?"

I whimpered. "Yes, daddy."

He pulled out of me. "On your elbows and knees, whore."

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