by Candy Quinn
I couldn't look him in the eye, even as he approached me. "We can't do this, Ty."
He paused a moment. "And why not? You more than enjoyed my company. I could divine that much from the sounds you made."
"It's not me. It's my father."
He laughed. "Really?"
"Really what? He doesn't want me seeing you."
"I didn't think George would be so petty."
"He's blaming you for his troubles."
"George got himself in debt. I was buying his home to help him out of it."
"He still blames you. I'm sorry, Ty."
"Kitty," he started.
"I'm Karen."
"No, you're my Kitty. My beautiful, precious Kitty. I want you to ask yourself something. If the Daddy that spawned you won't let you follow your heart to a Daddy you love, is he really all that much of a Daddy?"
"It's not like that. I know sometimes emotions don't make sense. Like how I feel about you doesn't make any sense. I can't blame my father for thinking like this, but that's how he's thinking."
Ty moved forward, and pulled me closer to him. Despite me being there to put an end to our game, I didn't mind it. Not how my head was buried in his chest, and how he was stroking my hair as he talked. "So you love your father."
"Yes. He's never done me wrong."
He laughed.
"What's so funny about that?"
"I'm sorry Kitty. I made assumptions. I've seen so many husks of men who dared called themselves fathers that I made a poor judgment of character regarding yours. I figured he was the type who was fine in letting the dominant male figure in your life be the butler. I mean, you call him Father, not Daddy, even."
"He thought Daddy was juvenile and didn't let me or my sisters call him that."
He laughed again.
"You see why I can't do this then?"
"No, I don't." He pulled me closer. "I still want you Kitty. That's without question, and I will have you. I'll just reassess George, since you still hold him dear to you."
"And that means?"
"Instead of buying his home, I'm going to bail him out and cut him a check so he can pull himself back together. A gift he can call a loan if he decides that offends him. I don't want my Kitty worrying that her family is struggling as I spoil her rotten."
I looked up at Ty. He was smiling warmly. I'm sure father would be far more forgiving of my choice of man if he wasn't in such dire straits himself. "Thank you," I said.
"Now there's the matter that you've been very bad hiding from me like this. That isn't what we agreed to, my Kitty."
"I'm sorry about all that."
"Hmm?" He had a huge grin on his face.
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I won't hide from you again." I tried to hide my own smile. He was making everything all right, of course. I was going to be able to please both my father and my Daddy, after all. "I made a mistake and I was bad."
"You're damn right you did, little girl. Making me worried sick about where you were all this time. You need to be taught a lesson."
My eyebrow raised. "I do?" I was suddenly confused by what he meant. He had been treating me like a spoiled child all this time.
"Come with me."
Somewhat roughly, he lead me by the arm across the room to his bed.
"Bend over, Kitty. Over the bed."
Still confused, I remembered what I had agreed to that night. I would obey Daddy no matter what. Obviously, I had failed at that majorly, so I had to get back on the right track.
I leaned over the bed, wondering what was going to come. Was he going to fuck me from behind? Fuck my ass?
I could almost hear the air break as he wound up and rained down a mighty slap across my ass.
It stung. Hard. I let out a gasp, and shot a look back at him.
"Kitty, you need a good spanking so you realize what you've done and so you understand that you're to obey Daddy. I only want what's best for you."
He followed this declaration with another mighty spank from his hand, my flesh shuddering all the way up, making me gasp again.
A third, stinging through me.
"Up. We're not done yet." Ty sat on the side of the bed. "Across my lap, little girl. Now."
My ass was already hurting a bit from the strength and velocity of his slaps. It wasn't enough to dissuade me from obeying though, and I nodded, laying across Daddy's lap. Across his strong, firm legs, and wondered what was to come next.
Yes, it hurt, but I was still amazed I was willing to take more. That a dark part of me wanted more.
I got more.
As I laid across Daddy's lap, he unleashed another spank. More intense than the last, zeroing in on the same spot, aiming to make me really feel sore from everything that was happening.
Another lash, another shot of pain through me.
I was panting, whimpering, but he wasn't done yet.
Far from it.
He pulled my panties down my legs, tossing them away. I wasn't even going to have their flimsy protection anymore.
Through the corner of my eye, I watched him reel back his hand again, and let it rush down and sting across my now naked ass.
A little harder, a little more intense, I let out a whimper from the strike.
"My little girl is a slut isn't she? She's soaking wet and enjoying this."
I closed my eyes, and found myself nodding. Why was I enjoying this? This hurt.
Having him though – having Daddy – spank me, was hot. I didn't understand why, maybe it was the thought of having his hand so close to my intimate parts. Whatever it was, he wasn't lying. I was incredibly aroused by all of this.
Ty started raining down the hands across my ass swiftly, the sound of hand against flesh echoing through the room again and again.
My ass was sore, and every spank was more painful than the last. It wasn't long until I couldn't help it – there were tears in my eyes.
It wasn't much longer before he finally stopped. The sound of slapped flesh was replaced by my soft whimpering.
It was then Daddy pulled me up, and took me into his arms, using his strength to turn me around, holding me close in his arms.
"It's okay, little girl. I do this because I love you."
He was massaging the sore spot on my ass, letting the warmth of his hand soothe the pain he had caused. Feeling so close to him after all this, it was odd. It was comforting.
I finally understood why he did that. There was a great pleasure in simply being cared for so closely, being taken care of like this.
"You're mine, Kitty. I will take care of you, I will give you anything you desire, just as long as you accept that you're mine."
I nodded, enthusiastically.
"I need more than that after all of this, Kitty. You told me that before, and then you ran away from me for days. I need you to give me something that you can't run away from. Something that will make you mine forever."
I blinked. "What would that be, Daddy?"
"Your womb."
My eyes went wide.
"I need an heir. I've never felt something stronger than what I feel for you, my Kitty. To finish your punishment, you will promise me your fertile body without protection or other interference."
"You want me to have your child?"
"That's what I said, yes. I want my little girl to also be the mother of my children. No matter what follows, spoiling you won't ever stop. No matter what happens, I will care for you, spoil you, and you will always be the mother of my children as well. I want a woman who can be many women at once, and you are that woman. Do you think you can do that for Daddy?"
Ty Warren never screwed around in pursuing what he wanted. He didn't relent in asking me to dinner, he didn't wait in taking my virginity, and he wanted me to move in immediately. Now he was demanding I have his children. To an outsider looking in, I'd have to be insane to agree to something so quickly.
Love though, never goes like that. Love lets you know things are right even when all logic tells you otherwise. Ty w
as the one for me, and he knew that.
I knew that.
"Yes, Daddy. Anything for you."
He kissed me for the first time since I returned. It was a deep, powerful kiss. His tongue led mine, and the embrace felt like it would last forever – and I wouldn't have minded one bit.
Unfortunately, it did, but fortunately, for something greater to soon to replace it. He slid me off to the bed, and started to strip himself down, revealing that sculpted chest to me once again. His belt undone, his legs followed, and I remembered why it was so damn hard to turn him down. Ty Warren was hot and he was mine.
I leaned back on the bed, kicking my shoes off, and hiking my dress up. My panties already taken care of, I was more than ready to take Daddy on.
Down to only his boxer briefs, he was on top of me, with another deep kiss. He was ravishing me, his hands exploring me, making all my flesh light up in anticipation for more. We had been apart for days, and the built up need and desire for me was so strong and apparent inside him. He was going to fool around much, he had to have me, his boxer briefs sliding down his legs.
I felt his erection loom over my pussy lips, Daddy's intimidating cock wanting to go in to where it belonged. His body heat against mine, it was so overwhelming as I spread my legs for him and allowed him to get even closer to my body. I wanted him and I was more than ready for him.
When he pushed in, I almost came, my own need so great from being deprived of him and the fire that the spanking had created inside of me.
He was swift in creating a steady pace as he stared into my eyes, fucking me gently yet firmly. I was his dirty girl and didn't need to be treated so dainty like a virgin anymore. At least when he was treating me like a woman and not a little girl, any way.
Every penetration brought such wonderful electricity shooting through me, building it higher and higher. Kissing me on the lips, the chest, he explored my body as I explored his and all of his muscles. God, having him underneath my fingertips just drove the point home that being his little girl was what I wanted all along even if I didn't know it.
Harder, faster still, I called for him. I moaned for him. I soaked in the rising tide of bliss, yearning for more and more as he fucked me so fast and so completely. I yearned for what was to come, my legs closing around his hips, which only made him fuck me harder.
Ty drove home the fact that my pleasure was his top priority as he moved a finger to my clit, massaging it in tune with every way he fucked me. Just his cock alone felt so damn good, the tandem of his skillful finger and him fucking my pussy was absolutely wonderful. I was quickly being overwhelmed by him, and whispered into his ear. "Please, Daddy, more."
"Let's fuck you nice and deep, little girl," he said with his usual devious grin.
He left me briefly, only to urge me to turn myself over, plant my feet on the ground. I did so, and tensed myself for something great and mighty to follow.
Ty's need, my need, it didn't let him delay for too long, his cock finding my pussy lips again swiftly. With our new position, he thrust himself in deep and it was such a sudden and delightful spike of pleasure that washed over me. I wasn't there yet, no, but I was close – damn close.
Daddy wasted no time setting his pace. He slammed into me with such a wonderful rhythm, making me moan through the smile on my face with his dedicated and relentless pace.
Then he massaged my ass, still sore from the vicious yet delightful spanking he had given me only moments before, adding another level to the array of sensory delights he was giving me.
The main attraction, though, was still his cock inside me, pounding me, its head inching deeper inside me without every penetration. He had pulled out at the last moment last time, but there would be one of that this round. Like a piston, he was making me shake with delight through a combination of orgasmic wonder and anticipation of what was still to come.
I was his. It was absolutely clear of that, I was his little girl and as long as he kept fucking me like this, I would be perfectly happy with that.
Louder moans, stronger energy building inside me, I wasn't going to last much longer before orgasm took me.
I welcomed it. Stronger than ever before, the bliss shuddered through me as I screamed out for "Daddy!". My hands were tearing the thousand dollar sheets off the bed as I arched backward in utter bliss from all the pleasure that Daddy's cock had visited onto me.
As I bent back, he was there to meet me, muffling my ecstatic screams with another kiss. So close to him, I could hear him groan. "You're too fucking tight for me," he murmured. "I'm marking you as mine forever with this – making you mine, my little girl, the mother of my children. The woman who will be my everything. Beg for it."
I was barely coherent, still moaning loudly.
"Tell me what you want from Daddy."
He was going to hold himself until I begged, the bastard. He had me right where he wanted me, and I had to submit. "Fill me up, Daddy. Please. I want your baby."
My body's muscles were spasming with need and desire all shuddering through me again and again. Even then though, I could feel my pussy wrapping around him, urging him even deeper inside, urging him to claim far more than my virginity, to claim my body, and make me swell with his child.
His body more than accepted my body's invitation. I could feel his cock shudder and spasm, and begin to erupt inside me. Pulsing, I wondered what was coming.
Even greater bliss, that's what.
An eruption of seed inside me, a strange yet absolutely pleasant sensation of being filled up, as if there was an emptiness inside of me that I never even knew was there. There was so much of it too, it felt like I was overflowing.
We stayed entwined with one another for a short while, sharing a kiss ever so often as his cock finally faded in strength. Slowly, he withdrew himself, some of his seed escaping down my thigh. He used a finger to pick it back up and press it back inside me, giving it a second chance to get the job done, and make sure Daddy's words came true.
I was nearly useless, exhausted from everything he did, ready to drift off to sleep.
Ty used his strength to pick me up, take me into his arms, and bring me into the bed proper. He laid down with me, letting my head rest on a pillow, but keeping me in his embrace. All throughout, he stroked me tenderly again and again. "Rest, little girl."
I obeyed, happily.
My own room, it was decorated in a light pink, wall to wall. It wasn't my choice, but I wasn't going to complain. I walked in, tenderly, my belly swelling with child now and I wasn't going to risk the product of my love for anything.
There was a slim, velvet box sitting on the belly of one of my newest gigantic teddies.
Everything had been smoothed over by Ty. Spending money was nothing to him if it meant making me happy, and when my father got the check, he was suddenly a lot more supportive of my relationship when he realized just how generous he could be.
The generosity to him, though, was a one time thing. The generosity to me? Was never ending.
Every day was a new gesture of love, be it things or something else, a constant reminder that he was always thinking of me.
I picked up the velvet box, opened it up. There was a diamond necklace within. I slid it out, found a mirror, and began to slip it on. It fit perfectly, of course. Everything always did, everything was perfectly tailored to me.
The necklace was studded, and it felt incredibly close to my neck, almost like a collar. I watched my grin curl, realizing that perhaps that was his intent, just another way of claiming me as his own.
As I admired my newest gift, he appeared behind me, and I almost jumped in fright.
"I can't believe how sexy that belly you have makes you," he said, as he wrapped his arms around me. "I'm sorry, but I have to have you now, little girl."
He spun me around and laid a deep, powerful kiss on me. It was enough to make me ache with need for him too. Daddy pushed me to one of the bigger teddies, and tore down my dress with his might. It was
typical for him, a replacement was just another beautiful gift that he could give me.
Kisses raining down my bare body, a massage to my growing stomach. He was going to make love to me right here, a burning passion of his I didn't think would ever be quenched. He was going to make a mess of the teddie that we were on, but he knew steam cleaners that wouldn't ask too many questions.
"I'm going to have to keep you like this as much as possible, my Kitty. You're mine,"
As he ravished my body in every which way, fingers in my panties, kissing on my lips, and made me yearn for what was to come, all I could do was simply smile.
Ty Warren was a man I would gladly call Daddy for as long as he would let me.
Olivia’s Sugar Daddy
Book Themes:
Billionaire, Virgin, First Time, Rough Sex, Breeding/Impregnation
Word Count:
11,965
"I'm broke," the old man cried. "I'm broke, I have nothing. I have less than nothing, I'm in crippling debt, even."
Tears were running down his face, and I expected him to fall down onto his knees in a mess in some overacted melodrama.
Sure, he was my father. Sure, I loved him. I just never saw him like this before, with him turning into some sad sack of tears and misery.
It didn't change the fact that what he said was true. The hints were there, yes, our staff going from a grand army to a skeleton crew, to then not even having that.
Some suit came into our family's mansion. Made a bunch of grand gestures. Ogled my sisters and I. Sure, he was attractive, but I wasn't too focused on him. I hadn't even had my hair done and Dad would have freaked if I started dating the guy who was buying our house.
No, in my mind, I was terrified. I liked my lifestyle, I liked having my occupation listed as socialite. My father's failures suddenly were going to turn that occupation into waitress if I didn't act fast.
As the family meeting ended, I bolted up the stairs to my room, thinking about the dress that I was going to wear that night. Something sleek, something sexy, something that would tease and deflect the fact that I wasn't as hard of a bitch as I seemed.
Sure, my wardrobe was draped with black dresses and high heels. Maybe I wore make up in a way that said I was a bad girl. Truth be told? I think I liked the attention more than anything else.