A Hidden Truth

Imagine Jaxon

[Juniper]

    An hour later, I’d finished my math and civics homework. There was still some science that needed to be completed, but looking at the clock told me it was almost time. He would be at my door soon. My stomach turned like I was spinning circles in the yard.

    I undressed and put on the nightgown he ordered me to wear every night. It was a white cotton babydoll nightdress that ended mid-thigh. I wasn’t allowed to wear anything under it.

    The first time I wore it, I tried but the punishment… He spanked me and burned all of my panties. I had to go commando for two weeks until I got my allowance, which he had withheld for a week because he said I was disobedient. I couldn’t even argue because I’d agreed to comply and I hadn’t.

    Brushing my hair out, I found myself thinking about Jaxon. My nerves seemed to relax when I thought about him. How he told me he found me interesting and wanted to take me out. I’d wanted that, too, but I wasn’t going to tell him. He’d stay in my head, I was damaged and he deserved more.

    I pulled my hair back into a ponytail. Talking with him in the book club earlier had been one of the best parts of my week. He was so smart and he asked great questions. Unlike other people I’d had discussions with, he wasn’t asking questions to make a point, but to actually understand my views.

    My bedroom door opened and closed quietly. I heard the locks on the door. For a moment, I’d hoped he would forget about me tonight. That he would save it for tomorrow, but he’d been away for a week, I knew it wasn’t likely. His reflection showed in the mirror at my vanity and I had to smile. Literally. Hank said I had to smile when I saw him.

    “Gettin’ ready for bed, baby-girl?” He asked in a heavy voice, moving to stand behind me. The phrase he used every time. I knew my part.

    “Yes, daddy. I’m nearly ready.” I drawled.

    I wasn’t allowed to use my northern accent when we were together. He’d required that as soon as I’d started practicing and using it daily. At least it felt more like I was acting this way. It wasn’t who I was anymore.

    “Mmm. Missed you this week, baby. I’m excited for tomorrow.” He traced my exposed collarbone gently. “I’ve been dreamin’ of that sweet little p***y for years. Let’s get you tucked in, baby-girl.”

    God, I hated how it made me wet when he talked like that. I hated how things tightened when he called me ‘baby-girl’. Tonight, though, I was going to find a happy place where he couldn’t get to me. A cute boy likes me. I’m going to think of him, it was his role as my imaginary boyfriend. With luck, he’ll do better than Clay did.

    Hank guided me from the cushioned stool to my bed and ran his hands over my body. Think of Jaxon. Think of Jaxon. He made me sit and pulled his erect p***s out of his pajama pants, letting them fall to the floor.

    “Open your mouth, baby-girl. Time to make daddy feel good.” He groaned.

    I opened my mouth and he slid himself in. He grabbed my ponytail and moved me up and down his shaft. I reached up and fondled his balls. Hank always wanted me to look into his eyes while he took my mouth. I gave his balls a few firm tugs and kneaded them in my hand.

    Part of me normally dreamed of the damage I could do to him in this position. This time, I found myself wondering what Jaxon would like if he were in my mouth. I found myself moving with him and rubbing my tongue along the edge of his head when he pulled back for shallow thrusts.

    “Oh, f**k, baby. You really want daddy’s c**k tonight. I’m gonna c*m in that sweet little mouth of yours this time. Keep goin’ just like that, baby-girl.” Hank grunted.

    I moaned as my body reacted to his language and tone. Imagine Jaxon, don’t think about Hank. He started thrusting further and harder. It hurt my throat and made me gag. He wasn’t huge, but it was difficult. After a few more minutes, Hank grabbed my hair and forced his erection into my throat, pouring his c*m into me. I didn’t have any choice but to swallow as he pulsed into me.

    When it was done, he pulled out slowly and sank to his knees.

    “You did so good, baby-girl. Time for your reward.” He murmured.

    He unbuttoned the three small buttons at the top of my night gown and pulled out one of my breasts. I was allowed to close my eyes when he did things to me. Hank said I wouldn’t be allowed to during actual intercourse, but anything else was fine. So I did.

    I imagined Jaxon sucking and nibbling my n*****s. Sliding his fingers around lower. Making me feel so lovely. He pushed me back onto the bed and slid my nighty up a couple inches to reveal everything. Gently, he pulled my heels up to rest on his shoulders.

    He blew softly between my legs, then pressed a kiss into my soaked parts. His tongue danced along the edges of my opening and up to my c******s. He sucked and nibbled over it, making me moan and writhe. His tongue entered me and I cried out. I could feel my orgasm building. It had never been like this before. It had to be that I was thinking of Jaxon. God, I needed him.

    Gripping my hips, he pulled me tighter to his face and it was only a few more sucks and strokes before I felt the waves wash over me. I grabbed him by the hair and pushed him further in as I came, screaming my pleasure. When the last wave finished, I released him and collapsed.

    “f**k. You’ve never been like that, baby-girl. You must be excited for tomorrow. You know it’s only thirty minutes ‘til your birthday. No reason we can’t celebrate early.” He chuckled and positioned himself over me.

    I could feel his head pressing into me, teasing my body for what was going to come. Fighting the urge to thrust onto him and end the anticipation, I groaned. He moved his body so he was rubbing against it. The feeling of his firm, silky tip along my sensitive skin made my whole body vibrate. I wanted Jaxon to put it in so badly.

    “You just gotta say, ‘Please, f**k me now, daddy.’ And I’ll give you what you want.” He murmured roughly into my ear. I remembered that it was Hank, not Jaxon, who was on top of me.

    “Mmm. No. Not yet.” I panted. “Please. Not yet.”

    “You’re moanin’ and rubbin’ like you’re in heat. You want my c**k, baby. Why do you keep denyin’ yourself? Let daddy f**k you, baby-girl.” Hank nibbled on my neck.

    “I want you to wait. Please. It’s my first time… I… bought special stuff. Please, daddy. Please wait for me.” I purred.

    Maybe I should be an actress. Even I thought I still wanted it. As soon as I realized it was Hank and not Jaxon pressing into me, I’d started to cool off.

    “What a dirty baby I have. I’ll wait then. But you gotta send me off right. Let me f**k those t**s. I’m all hard again.” He groaned.

    “Yes, daddy.” I murmured as he positioned himself so he was practically sitting on my chest.

    He liked it when I kept the nighty on and he could see the head poking through my cleavage. Once in position, I pressed my breasts together from the sides as he grabbed the headboard and started thrusting between them. This was one of his favorite positions, I knew exactly what to expect.

    Only, it was taking longer than normal. I was getting really uncomfortable. He was definitely frustrated, it seemed like his climax kept falling. I needed to hurry this along. If it got any closer to midnight, I was pretty sure he’d say ‘well, I waited’ or something and I wouldn’t be able to talk him out of it again.

    There was only one thing I could think of to quicken his desire. Dirty talk. I hated it. Part of the southern lady my mother had instilled in me that didn’t like vulgarity.

    “Oh, daddy, your c**k feels so good between my t**s. Are you gonna c*m on my face or my chest this time? I can’t wait to feel it all over me.” I whimpered.

    That did it. He thrusted firmly two more times and came on my chin and neck with a straining grunt.

    “Sorry, baby-girl. I didn’t mean to finish before answerin’ your question. You don’t normally talk dirty either. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like it.” He chuckled.

    “You seemed to be havin’ trouble. I just wanted to help.” I murmured as he climbed off of me and started to pull his pajama pants back on.

    “You’re a good girl. Helpin’ your daddy out. I should give you an extra reward. How ‘bout if I take you and Remy to the ice cream place you two like tomorrow? I’ll pay and you can have a table with just you an’ him. I’ll tell him it’s his birthday present to you.” Hank offered.

    “Sound’s good, daddy. Anythin’ else tonight? Or can I clean up and go to sleep.”

    “I should get back to bed.” He reached down and lightly fingered me. “Tomorrow night can’t come soon enough. You want daddy to make you feel good one more time?”

    Saying no, in the past, had resulted in being hit. Slaps and spanks that were hard enough to hurt and turn me red, but had faded by morning. Not the worst thing he’d ever done, but I was hopeful I could avoid it. I wanted him away from me.

    “I’m so overstimulated daddy. I don’t think I can. I don’t want to pretend, but if it’ll make you happy, I will.” I whispered.

    “You don’t want it? Would you rather I make you feel bad?” He said darkly.

    I tensed slightly. “I do want it, but I really don’t think I can. You’re gonna make me feel extra good tomorrow, though. I can wait. It’ll be worth it, right, daddy?”

    “I guess so.” He withdrew his finger and licked it clean. “Get some sleep, baby-girl.”

    Hank leaned down and kissed my forehead, then left the room. I bolted to the bathroom to take the hottest shower I could manage. The scalding water chased away some of the chill and disgust that set in.

    When I felt like I was finally clean enough, I got out and dried off. Looking in the mirror, I saw some light pinch marks on my shoulder from where he’d nipped me too hard.

    I changed into my other pajamas. The flannel two piece had full pants and long sleeves. It was warm and made me feel a little safer. Entering my room again, I saw Teddy in my bed. I turned off the light and crawled in with him.

    My big brother wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly to his chest. I’d cried a lot over the last three years, but tonight I just didn’t think I had it in me. I reveled in the smell of his perfumed lotion and his warm arms.

    “Juni-bug, are you okay? You’re quiet. He didn’t…” Teddy sounded alarmed.

    “No. He wanted to, though. I convinced him not to. I just… I hate this so much, Teddy. I can’t see a way out of it. I can’t do this anymore.” I sniffled. “Jaxon can’t save me. I’m just getting’ my hopes up.”

    Teddy sighed and held me tighter. I felt myself start to drift into sleep and welcomed the escape. Nothing would be better in the morning, but I could at least stop existing for a little while. Maybe I would have a good dream for once. It would be a nice present to myself.