I own a small apartment block in the Philippines, simple rooms but a home for several girls. One, Erika when she came to me, being much smaller than me I couldn’t help but feel paternal and want to protect her. Her petite, fragile frame reflective of the abusive family she sought to escape, but lacked the finances. I did my best to reduce her rent and time to time I’d check in on her, make sure she’s ok, provide her with guidance and counselling, cook her the odd meal. Often I’d be reminded of the outline of her feminine body, petite and tight with a healthy red glow, her inviting lips and innocent needing eyes. Sometimes when I was in the mood I’d knock on her door, and after a brief talk start touching and kissing her. At first she seemed nervous, shy, she hadn’t done anything like that before. Perhaps a bit frightened, but there was also a lust and desire in her eye. Afterwards she’d feel safe and loved, cared for and protected. I felt like she was kept safe in that home of ours, protected and sheltered from the world, safely mine. However one day she came home with a guy. She was wearing the skirt and blouse I’d dressed her with earlier, covering her attractive curves, breasts and body so well and yet it seemed to have attracted a fly wanting to taint my ripe fruit. I asked her what it was about and of the rule for no guests at the apartments. She seemed like a child caught by her parent and at this point I was a bit annoyed, she was mine and I didn’t know who this guy was, or if he had good intentions even. I asked him to go outside as I talked to her, and as I thought more about how someone else might be touching my girl I got possessive.
“You know this is wrong, you aren’t to have guys”, referring to the guest rule but clearly more. She looked down, seemingly confused of what to say, of what we were etc. The simple critique was enough to instil a sense of panic from her childhood of abuse. “I take care of you, don’t you like that?” She quickly looked up, sadness in her eye with the thought of losing the care I provided her. “Of course, I like you”, she said shyly. “Then why are you bringing this guy here?” My gaze grew colder and she quickly looked down, guiltily trying to hide her confused and conflicted reaction. She clearly knew that she was in the wrong, was overwhelmed, perhaps similar to how she ended up in this situation, paralysed from being able to shake off this fly she brought home.
Losing my patience, I moved over to her, she was nervous, trying to avoid looking at me directly. Her head barely reached the top of my chest, anxiety palpable I grabbed her long black hair, pushing her delicate face onto the bed. She didn’t resist, her body went weak against me. The smell of her perfume filled my nostrils as I unzipped and pulled down her skirt. Her petite butt and tight flushed body laying in front of me and started rubbing my hard dick against her. “You’re mine”, I told her, continuing to lecture her on proper etiquette and the disrespect she had treat me with. Not resisting, she continually apologized and agreed with me shyly. There was a slight hint of fear, anxiety that she might be separated from me, which she was sensitive to from her childhood, the sense of which soothed my possessive nature. A chain around her throat tethering her to me. Occasionally she moaned gently, trying to hide the sounds from the fly outside. I could feel her moist against my legs as I grabbed her throat, pulling towards me as I thrusted into her. She moaned as her body filled, continuing with the pounding her moans wrapped around me just like her body around my penis. The guy would clearly be able to hear outside, as he should, which she was aware of and tried to suppress herself to no avail. I continued thrusting against her, roughly, almost to punish her and teach her place. Pulling her on each thrust towards me, going deeper with either a tug of her hair or throat. Thrusting and thrusting, I taught her a lesson, choking, slapping and lecturing. She learned to be good and of her position in this building, her home was with me and I would protect her. “Sorry Daddy”, she kept repeating, seemingly aware of her sin, I pulled her face next to mine, kissing her and spitting in her mouth. She swallowed and went back to steadying herself against my thrusts. Satisfied, I told her to remember the rules. “Yes Daddy”. With that I came, throbbing releasing it all deep inside her filling her with ebbs of warmth. Pulling her underwear up to keep it inside of her, I grabbed her by her hair and put her on her knees. Looking down on her, my, tight, youthful petite body, curved, with well shaped breasts, long hair and pretty face with red flushed cheeks. She seemed satisfied, and energized, with a bit of shyness remaining I made sure she knew her sin, of course she did. Satisfied I kissed her, hugged and went back outside to see her “friend” with a very conflicted and tortured expression, zipping up I told him to take care of my girl, but not to touch her and went back to my apartment. Preparing a meal to share with my Erika later.