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The next day, Derek woke up at seven to go fishing with Harrison and Evan. It was quiet in the car, and too early to tell if they had they heard Dallas and Derek fucking the night before.
They drove to a nearby lake, where Harrison kept a small boat at a friend’s dock. They puttered out into the middle of the lake, sun rising over their heads as they cast their rods. Angela had packed them sandwiches and coffee in a little cooler, which Harrison opened around noon.
Evan was quiet all day, staring into the water as his line drifted in front of him. Harrison tried to reminisce about when they’d come fishing here in the past, but Evan just grunted in reply. Finally, Harrison turned to Derek and asked him what it had been like to play for Kansas back in the day.
Derek had never done anything like this before, but he caught on easily enough, catching three bass and one large trout, more than Harrison or Evan. Harrison had another cooler so they could bring the fish home for dinner.
When they got home, Dallas met them at the door. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail, she was wearing a bright blue apron and she had a smudge of flour on her cheek.
Derek pulled her into his arms, and as her brother and father watched, he wiped the flour off her cheek with his thumb, then leaned down and kissed her thoroughly. She melted into him, arms going around his shoulders, and let out a soft noise when he darted his tongue into her mouth. She was gasping when he pulled away.
“How was your day, princess?” he murmured.
“Good,” she answered breathlessly. “We baked - I made your favorite-”
“No way,” he said, raising his eyebrows at her. “You ain’t make-”
“Snickerdoodles,” she said, nodding. “I even used the trick you told me about - your grandma’s secret ingredient-”
“No fucking way,” he said, squeezing her. “You the best, shit…”
He kissed her again, and their tongues tangled together this time. He slotted his thigh between her legs, pressing her against the doorframe. When he pulled away again, she just gazed up at him, eyes darkened, chest heaving.
Derek looked back at Harrison and Evan, who were just standing there staring. “Need a hand with the gear?” Derek asked.
“Uh - no - no,” said Harrison, almost stammering. “We got it covered.”
“Great. Thanks for a fine day, boss,” Derek said, making eye contact with Harrison, who nodded jerkily.
Derek pushed Dallas up the stairs and brought her into the shower with him. He washed himself as she knelt in front of him and swallowed his cock. He came down her throat and then they both dried off and got dressed for dinner.
After dinner, she sat on his lap again. He wrapped his hand snugly around her thigh as she giggled and bounced around on top of him. What was this behavior all about? he wondered to himself. Was it about her father? Her mother? He didn’t care either way, he liked it too much.
That night he put the cock ring on and laid her down on her side. He pressed himself against her back and slid into her from behind. Their bodies moved together, making the bed squeak lightly again.
“You think your parents be fucking down the hall?” he murmured.
She made a sound in her throat, then said, “My mom… kinda asked me about the video…”
“Did she?”
“She asked… how I was doing… I could tell what she meant…”
“That all?”
“She probably didn’t know what else to say… She’s always been kinda weird about sex stuff. I always thought it was because I was trans and she didn't understand how to approach the topic…”
“What’d you say?”
“I told her I’ve never been better,” Dallas whispered, pushing herself back against him.
“So she watched it?”
“I - I don’t know,” she said slowly. “I mean - I don’t know…”
“Your dad definitely did… I can tell…”
“Wh-what? How?”
“The way he looks at me…” Derek told her. “He watched… Trust me…”
She pressed her ass back into him, rippling her hole around his cock as she took him deep.
“How that make you feel, princess?” Derek murmured in her ear. He slid his hand down and pressed her caged cock with a fingertip. He loved how it almost disappeared to nothing in the round metal device.
“I guess… it’s kinda a relief…” she whispered slowly. “I don’t know how else to explain it…”
“A relief?” he murmured.
“Yeah… like, I’m glad they know the real me…” she whispered. “And there’s nothing they can do about it… like, I’m a grown up… and I make way more money than them… They can’t punish me… They can’t tell me what to do…”
“That’s too damn bad… you like being punished…” he murmured wickedly, flicking at her caged cock.
She let out a low moan and sagged back against him. He let his finger drift down past her balls until he could feel his own cock splitting her open.
“You like that your parents know the real you…?” he murmured. “That right? And what you mean by the real you, baby?”
He slid his finger around the taut, smooth skin of her rim as he fucked in and out of her steadily. Slowly, he pushed his finger in next to his cock, stretching her extra wide. She whined, high and loud, lost in pleasure and pain.
“Tell me what you are…” he growled softly.
“A slut,” she gasped. “A dirty slut.”
The third day, they all went to the beach at Banana Bay, a forty-five minute drive from her parents’ house. It was a warm windy day in mid-August. They had a picnic, then went for a walk along the beach. Derek felt like he had landed in a different universe than the one he had spent the first forty years of his life.
Dallas was wearing a pink sundress and a straw hat with a wide brim. At first she linked her arm through his as they walked, but then she left him with her parents to chase Evan through the surf, clearly trying to make him laugh.
Derek watched her, struggling with the feelings swirling inside him. They felt almost as unnatural as him being here at all - but there was something about her. Something undeniable. He found himself taking out his phone and lifting it to film her as she danced and laughed and shoved her brother deeper into the waves.
When Derek stopped filming and shoved his phone back in his pocket, he noticed that Harrison was watching him with a strange look on his face.
“You know, Jones,” said Harrison lightly. “I never would have pegged you as the boyfriend type.”
Derek considered telling him to fuck off. You don’t know me, old man. Instead, he said, deep voice firm, “Y'know, Sharp, before I met Dallas, you mighta been right… but Dallas… We fit, me and her. We good for each other.”
Harrison looked surprised, and he just nodded, glancing at his wife.
Derek looked back at Dallas, now almost too far in front of them to see her face. He thought about what she’d told him the night before, about how it felt like a relief to just be herself in front of her family. He thought he understood, in a way. He was glad he didn’t have to pretend to be some kind of straight-edge guy, because they knew. They’d seen the video - he knew they had - and they knew Dallas’s secret. Everybody was on the same page.
No one blinked later that night when Dallas perched on Derek’s lap in the living room after dinner. He slid his hand over her thigh again, fingers dangerously close to her caged cock as he pulled her back against him.
Angela started talking about their day at the beach in a slightly high-pitched voice, and Derek held in a nasty grin as Dallas wiggled her ass gently against his crotch and turned around to kiss him several times. Any one of them could call them out, he thought. Her mom, her dad, her brother - any of them could open their mouths and tell them to get a room - tell them to tone it down. None of them did, instead acting like nothing was happening.
Derek thought that he was starting to understand something about Dallas’s fixation on being watched, on being called out for the slut that she was - on being seen.
That night, he put his cock ring on again, then dropped her onto the bed, folding her in half before sliding into her hole. He went deep and hard, pounding her into the bed as she let out a wavering groan. Then he lay back and made her ride him.
“That ain’t the only video of you, you know…” he reminded her, flicking at her nipple. She’d increased from a C up to a tasteful D, and he was appreciative of the addition at every chance.
“It’s not?” she gasped, hips circling.
“Remember, back when we first met?” he said. “I came to that stupid fucking talk show and wrecked your ass in the dressing room…”
“Oh… yeah…” she sighed, massaging his cockhead with her hole. “That - that was amazing…”
“Took a sweet lil video,” he told her.
“Oh, God,” she groaned. “Really?”
He reached over and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. “Let’s see…” he said, paging through his gallery. “Here we go…”
The video started with a zoom in on her dick as he pinched it between two large dark fingers.
“Look at that tiny little clitty,” Derek in the video murmured. “What would they think about your little bitch clit, huh? You think they’d still love you…? You think they’d laugh at you? At this little clitty? Huh?”
“Noooo,” she moaned in the video. “Please… please, stop… Noooo…”
"Shut the fuck up," video Derek went on. "You'd love it. You'd fucking love it, you slut. Fuck, I bet you’d fucking let me get up on stage with you and fuck you in front of eighty-thousand people if I told you to, wouldn’t you? This big black cock stretching out your little white faghole for everyone to see… What d'you think about that, slut?"
“I knew you…” Derek whispered in her ear now as Dallas whined in the video again. “I already knew you…”
In the video, Dallas shuddered and came all over her stomach and Derek’s fingers.
“Daddy," Dallas moaned in the video. "Daddy… Daddy, please…"
Derek laughed along with himself in the video. “Fuck… first time you called me that…”
“Oh… Daddy…” she sighed now, as if the video were the most romantic thing she’d ever seen. “You never filmed my face…”
“Nah…” he said. “Your lil cock, though… Look at it…” The video started at the beginning again, her pink little cock squeezed between his fingers. “Remember when I used to let it just flop around like that…”
“Yeah…” she was subconsciously fingering her caged cock. “I like it - better now-”
“And look how tight that little ass was…” Derek murmured as the video zoomed in on her hole, stretched and bright red.
“I remember…” she moaned. “Your cock… I never knew cocks could be that big… It hurt… so much… Oh, Daddy, please - make me your sleeve again… just like that…”
He dropped the phone and flipped her over, driving his cock deep inside her again, hand grinding against her caged cock as he fucked her hard enough to make the headboard thump steadily against the wall.
The next day was Sunday, and they went to church with her parents. Derek zoned out during the sermon, imagining picking Dallas up and sliding her onto his cock in front of the rows and rows of stiffly dressed white people.
Her mom was involved with some church committee or other, and they stayed behind after the service to meet her pastor. Several other parishioners were still mingling about, sneaking glances at Derek as he shook the pastor’s hand.
The pastor was a white man in his fifties, with wispy brown hair combed half-heartedly over his bald spot and a weak handshake. Derek met his eye as he shook his hand, remembering how he had been one of the people that Dallas had mentioned when she admitted that the sex tape turned her on.
“He’s seen it,” Derek whispered in Dallas’s ear as Angela talked to the pastor.
She squeaked and gripped his arm. He could feel himself hardening in his khakis.
“There a bathroom here?” he murmured.
She only hesitated a moment before nodding. She led him into the back and opened the door to a small single occupancy toilet. He pushed her inside and closed the door behind them, locking the door.
“He definitely saw the video,” Derek said, looming over her. “That pastor.”
She whimpered and bit her lip, staring up at him.
“You could see it, too, couldn’t you?” he asked, sliding his hands over her to cup her ass. “You could see it in his eyes?”
She nodded, pressing down into his hand. He lifted her up and the skirt of her long, flowered dress fell down around her thighs.
“You think he jerked off?” he murmured. “You think Father Patsy watched you taking it up the ass and jerked his holy cock?”
Dallas groaned. “Daddy…” she whimpered helplessly, grinding against him. “It’s Father - Father Patterson-”
He snorted. He knew how to make her forget herself and descend into slutty abandon whenever he wanted - no matter where they were, no matter who was around. This was his little freaky slut.
He pulled out her butt plug and took his cock out of his khaki trousers. He spat on it, then popped it past her rim. She wrapped her legs tighter around him and pulled herself down onto his cock, groaning and sighing, clutching at his shoulders.
“There you go…” he murmured, flexing his cock inside her. “Take that fat black cock in the church bathroom, baby girl… Take that cock as your parents wonder where you went…”
She whined softly as he yanked her up and down, the slapping sound of their flesh filling the small room.
“Maybe they know…” he murmured, bucking up into her. “Maybe they know exactly what you doing in here… Maybe they listening outside the door…”
Her breathing changed, and he froze, holding her impaled on his cock.
“Don’t - cum-” he ordered through gritted teeth. “Don’t fucking cum, bitch.”
“D-daddyyy…” she groaned, voice wavering. “P-please… I - I can’t-”
“We going home tomorrow, baby…” he reminded her. “You only gotta make it one more day.”
That night at dinner, Dallas cooked a chicken the way Derek liked, battered and fried with gravy and biscuits. Her parents ate it enthusiastically, complimenting her on her cooking. Evan was quiet and sullen again.
After dinner, Angela brought out a board game as Dallas sat on Derek’s lap again. He waved his hand when they tried to get him to play, preferring to watch. He gripped Dallas's thigh and slowly pressed the side of his hand up against her caged cock.
His cock started to thicken up under her as he felt her up right in front of her parents. She giggled and laughed and bounced around in his lap, pushing her ass down against him, and he knew she could feel it. Angela ignored them determinedly, steadily turning pink, and Harrison was stealing glances at them out of the corner of his eye.
Suddenly it occurred to Derek - maybe this was Dallas’s favorite audience.
Dallas was desperate by the time he took her to bed, begging for his cock in the hallway in a loud whisper. He pulled her into the room, tossed her down on the bed and climbed on top of her, plunging his cock into her hole and fucking her hard, the headboard banging loudly against the wall this time. This was his bitch. This was his girl.
After a while, he sat up, holding her impaled on his cock. She was moaning loudly, eyes fluttering. He gripped her chin with one hand and grabbed his phone with the other. He recorded a short video over her shoulder of her spread open across his lap, panning the phone down to show his thick cock stretching out her pink hole. He wanted to remember this, fucking her hard and loud in her parent’s house.
“You know they can hear you right now…?” he asked her softly, still filming his cock in her hole.
“Nooo… Daddy…” she whined.
He pulled her off his cock, his hand around her neck. “Feel that pussy, baby,” he ordered her in a murmur, settling her back against his chest.
Hand shaking, she reached down and fingered her fluttering, gaping rim. “Ooooh… God…” she sighed. “Daddy… you destroyed me…”
He stopped filming and threw the phone aside, a strange feeling swelling inside him. It was the same thing he’d felt on the beach as he watched her dance and laugh. He rammed his cock back inside her, right where it belonged.
“You love me?” he murmured in her ear.
“Yesss…” she whined. “Love - love you… love you… more than anything…”
He snorted. “Why, huh? Why the fuck you love me for?”
“Daddy…” she whined. “I - I need you - I’m nothing without you… without your cock… No one else… gets me the way you do… No one could ever fuck me like you do…”
“You kinky freak,” he murmured. “You my freaky lil bitch, huh?”
She moaned and nodded. “Lil bitch…” she mumbled, pulsing her hole around his invading cock. “Your lil bitch…”
“Yeah… that’s right…” he murmured. “Matter fact… you gonna be my freaky lil wife…”
He’d meant to wait a bit longer, but it just slipped out.
“What?” she gasped, body twitching and hole gripping his cock harder than ever. “Oh, Derek,” she sighed. “Don’t - don’t joke about that-”
“I ain’t kidding,” he told her. “I been thinking about it a lot…”
“Derek…” she whined. “Please - don’t-”
“Y’know, I always told myself…” he said, interrupting her. “That if I ever found a woman who I could be real with… Really real… Someone I could tell anything to… Someone I ain't get tired of… that I would fucking marry that bitch…”
She tilted her head back, blinking at him blearily. “Really?” she whispered. “You never said anything - before-”
“I ain't never think it would ever fucking happen, did I?” he said. “Thought it was unrealistic… Thought it was funny…”
“Oh, Derek,” she whispered. “You really mean it? I mean - I mean-” Her voice sank to barely audible as she said, “Do you really want to marry me?”
He chuckled, pulling her up so he was rubbing her prostate with his cockhead with each stroke.
“Course I mean it,” he said. “You think I’d joke about this shit?”
“I - I don’t know - what to think-” she panted, head falling against his shoulder, sweat popping up along her forehead.
“You don’t gotta think…” he whispered. “You ain’t gotta do nothing but say yes…”
She took a shaky breath, fingers digging into his arm as he kept rubbing her sweet spot.
“Derek… you - you know I would marry you in a second…” she whispered, voice weak. “Nothing - nothing - would make me happier… but… what if you wake up tomorrow morning… and change your mind?” She sounded on the verge of tears. “What - what if you remember… remember that I’m just - just a toy-?”
“Ain’t gonna happen,” he said in his deep voice. “I made up my mind, bitch… You hear me? You gonna be my wife…”
Her hand shook as she wiped her eyes, which were bright and damp. “D-derek… I can’t believe this is happening… Is this for real?”
“Ain’t never met anyone like you, peach…” he murmured. “Ain’t never felt nothing like this about any-fucking-body before… Now, I ain’t got a ring on me right now… but you best believe it’s gonna weigh that fucking finger down so much you gonna walk around all lopsided-”
She started giggling, tears spilling down her cheeks. “Oh, Derek,” she sighed. “I don’t need a ring-”
“Shut up,” he said with a chuckle. “You getting a fucking ring, bitch. And you gonna go out there and flash it in everyone’s fucking face so they know that you mine… That you belong to me…”