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twitched when she'd called him Daddy. She had him. The power was heady.
                  “Go,” Dan growled.
                  “No,” Emma said. She pulled her hands down his chest, sliding one into his trousers to grab his cock. He was definitely aroused. She squeezed him gently, then began to stroke. “No, I don't think I will. Daddy's little girl had a better idea.” Dan put his hands on her shoulders and roughly pushed her back. Emma quirked a brow at him. “Oh, is that how you want it?”
                  She sank to her knees, and quickly pulled down his trousers. My god, she thought, he's huge. Emma wasn't a shrinking violet by any means, but she'd never seen a cock so big as Dan's. Even at half-mast, he was already bigger than her boyfriend. It was almost frightening.
                  But this was hardly the time to chicken out. She took him in her hand, and looked up at his face. “What a big cock you have, Daddy,” she said. His cock jumped in her hand, and she smirked. Then, she looked back down at the task at hand. She licked the tip of his cock ever so gently, enjoying watching him twitch. Once she'd laved the entire head of his cock, and one long stroke down the shaft, he was fully hard – and no longer protesting. She wondered if she could even fit it in her mouth, but decided there was only one way to find out.
                  She laid the tip of his cock against her lips, and then looked back up to meet his eyes. Without ever breaking eye contact, she slowly took his whole head into her mouth, feeling her jaw stretch to accommodate his girth. She winked.
                  Suddenly, his hand were in her hair and he was forcing her head forward. With a single thrust, he buried his cock to the hilt in her throat. It hurt – she couldn't breathe – it was too much – too fast – and finally she stilled. His hand were strong, unmoving, in charge, and she knew that she would never let up until he got what he wanted. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
                  “Now,” Dan said, his voice no longer rough but smooth as silk. “This is exactly what's going to happen. I'm going to pull myself out of your mouth, and then you are going to turn around and run away. Nod if you agree.”
                  His hands were cruelly twisting her hair, and his cock was brutally large in her throat. With a racing pulse and shaking hands, she nodded a single time.
                  “Good,” Dan said. As quickly as they'd come, his hands were gone and he was standing a step back from her, his cock like a flagpole in front of him.
                  Emma shakily got to her feet and turned toward the door, fully prepared to flee. Out of the corner of her eye, something caught her attention – her shirt, lying on the ground two steps away. For some strange, irrational reason she had to get it. She couldn't leave without her shirt. She didn't know why. She took two steps, stooped to pick it up, and then froze when she heard Dan's voice behind her.
                  “Oh,” he said, “So you've decided to stay?”
                  Emma realized then what she should have before – that she was bare naked, wantonly bending over in front of Dan's massive cock. She also realized that, despite her quivering fear, she was absolutely soaking wet.
     
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                  Emma popped up and whirled around, her shirt forgotten. If she'd picked it up, she'd have hidden behind it. As it was, she crossed her arms across her chest. She didn't know what to say.
                  Dan chuckled. “Nothing to say? Good. I hear enough of your inane babbling as it is. Since you've decided to stay, despite my warnings, we will now do things my way. You will remain completely silent. Understand?”
                  Emma moved to answer and then