Daddy's Princess

by Nikki Wild

  I found myself disappointed. Only five words in a single message, with none of the brief flirtations we enjoyed across the week…

  I responded with the usual Yes, Daddy.

  After that, I decided to shelve my homework for the moment. Luckily, there wasn’t much left. My professors were finally lightening up in lieu of the coming exams the following week.

  It was the small mercies, really.

  I had still enough left to take up a chunk of Sunday night, if I didn’t wrap it up now. His brief message, however, had deflated my motivation.

  Instead, I spent the night with Christa.

  She gleefully dropped her homework to take advantage of a rare girl’s night between us, and it helped me recharge after the stresses in my life.

  As soon as my anticipation for Sunday night had diminished, it was hovering at my doorstep before I knew it. I almost felt a sense of obligation when I climbed into my sedan and drove into downtown Philadelphia to his office building.

  If only I’d known what he had in mind.

  Instead of calling me inside as usual, he answered the door himself. Damian Clarke kept his eyes on me as I walked into his private office, moving towards his executive desk. Although I couldn’t put my finger on it, I sensed something different in the air tonight.

  “Welcome back, Princess,” he murmured.

  My previous irritation with him started melting under the warmth of his hungry gaze. I was grateful that I’d chosen at the last second to dress in one of the outfits he’d bought me.

  I could feel how his eyes scanned my curves, swallowing how the luxury garments worked to put my best physical aspects on display.

  “Princess…?” He asked, curiously.

  Caught up in the palpable change I felt with him, I’d forgotten to respond to his greeting.

  “Good evening, Daddy,” I grinned.

  Damian followed me towards his large, imposing executive desk. I recalled how that desk had tasted my skin over and over, and I felt the heat of his dark contemplation along my body.

  “You look positively beautiful,” he growled in my ear as I placed my palms on his desk again. “Ravishing, even.”

  “Thank you, Daddy,” I replied.

  “Yes,” he continued, his lips peppering light kisses from my bare shoulders down my exposed arms, then back up. “I will take great pleasure in unwrapping you tonight…”

  I realized what felt different now.

  Tonight, every syllable off his tongue was laced with tantalizing sadism. Damian sounded less an authoritative master and more a dark, uncoiling predator, only barely in control.

  My body shuddered with pleasure.

  “We’ll start with the usual,” his voice darkly growled into my ear as he pulled back from me.

  I felt him pull my slimming dress up against my high waist belt, draping it over my lower back. With my bare ass exposed, he cupped my cheek in what I understood tonight would be a brief flash of human tenderness.

  SMACK!

  Damian started harder than usual this time. I yelped against his desk, trying to remain as still as possible. I knew that I couldn’t handle a second round of ten this time.

  “…One!”

  His palm lightly caressed the soft flesh, and I could already feel the familiar sting.

  SMACK!

  The strength was harder yet again.

  “…Two!”

  Throughout the disciplinary spanking, I kept myself playing by his usual rules. I held my ground, replied in the ways that he expected, and grit my teeth rather than call for a stop.

  But by the time the sixth slap hit my ass, I couldn’t take it any longer.

  “Yellow… no… RED!”

  Snapping my eyes shut and steeling myself against the desk, I braced myself for Damian to either ignore me or launch into a furious tirade.

  To my astonishment, neither happened.

  Instead, I felt his fingertips slide across my reddened cheeks, trailing thin paths of fire that somehow soothed me. It contrasted nicely against the cold air of the room.

  Was it always this cold in here?

  “Forgive me, Princess,” Damian spoke.

  I realized that I was panting. Sensing another change in the otherwise electric atmosphere, I dared to look over my shoulder at him.

  “It’s okay, Daddy,” I reassured him with a shy smile. “Just, not so hard, okay?”

  “Of course,” he replied soothingly. Damian knelt down and placed a peck of his lips to either cheek. Even his light kisses felt like small sparks of fire against my hot skin, but they only aroused me more.

  “Are you ready for more?”

  I turned to face his window again, assuming the position he expected and steeling myself against the desk. “More please, Daddy…”

  “Okay, Princess,” he replied.

  Tentatively, his palm cupped my cheek again. I heard a dark chuckle escape his lips, and knew that he was fading back. I could almost sense him recede into that primal dominance again...

  A smile crossed my lips.

  “You’re mine…” I said quietly.

  “Yes Daddy…”

  Damian remained in predator mode once he had finished disciplining me against the desk. Even after he’d toned it down, my raw, reddened ass stung against the crisp coolness of the air.

  This new intensity scared but thrilled me. Those last two spanks had almost ripped the word ‘yellow’ from my teeth, but I’d persevered.

  Now, as I glanced over my shoulder at him, I realized I was in unfamiliar waters.

  There’s no telling what he’ll want next…

  We seemed to both remember at the same time that he’d ordered me to take my panties off before arriving. His fingers quickly clasped onto my slick opening, feeling how wet I already was.

  His face went smug with satisfaction, and I felt a shiver down my spine. To think, I was so annoyed with him before I came in…

  “You’re already soaked, Princess,” he noted.

  I nodded. “Just for you, Daddy.”

  “Don’t I believe it,” he chuckled hungrily. If I thought his expression had been dark before, I hadn’t known just how deep it could go.

  But I didn’t fear him.

  I felt that I’d come to understand this man in our sessions together. Each time we had met, whether he knew it or not, Damian Clarke had shown me a different side to him.

  He was caring and educational.

  He was doting and satisfying.

  He was generous and lavish.

  And then, there was this time…

  I felt a powerful magnetism to the raw, sexual power in his gaze. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that the singular thing he craved at this moment was my naked body.

  And I was going to give it to him.

  Damian was still appreciating the redness on my ass when I lifted my hands from the table.

  Before he could punish me for my defiance, I grasped him by the tie, hoping desperately he would humor me. When no complaint left his lips, I led him around the desk to his chair, with a sexy little swing in my hips. Once there, I pushed him down into that soft, powerful throne on a swivel…

  I didn’t know the first thing about stripping. Furthermore, there was only so much that I could do with this outfit. Between those two factors, the practical odds that this would work for him were basically slim to none.

  But I was damned willing to try.

  He stared up at me as I stepped in front, placing my hands along my waist belt.

  Slowly and teasingly, I unclasped the buckle, keeping my eyes on his as I pulled the leather piece from my waist. I let it drop to the floor as an afterthought, and then slowly planted my shoe between his knees on his chair.

  Damian’s strong fingers wrapped around my slender ankle; I watched as he slowly unclasped and removed the delicate piece from my body.

  Amazed that I had his full attention, and not the other way around, I did the same with the other; he repeated his steps as well.r />
  The power I felt in my gaze was intoxicating. This was the first time I ever felt on equal terms with him, which surprised me, given how primal he had been just a moment ago…

  But, that same energy remained in the way he watched me. Caged behind his dark eyes, I sensed that it was still ready to pounce...

  My hips swayed from side to side as I reached my fingers back to remove my necklace. Briefly, he traced the jewelry’s fall with his eyes as I gently dropped it against the belt.

  The painstaking need was evident in his eyes, and this time I couldn’t deny that it was for me.

  Removing the unfamiliar bra was a little more involved, but he oblivious to that. After a moment, I’d tugged it free from within my dress. I dangled the bra seductively; it brushed against his face briefly before it, too, fell to the floor.

  Damian remained still. He watched me with the meticulous gaze of a starving animal as I hooked my fingers around the hem of my dress.

  I stared him down with the sexiest expression I could manage, slowly lifting the dress. As I swayed my hips once more, it rose up my thighs, then my hips, until I was tugging it off and dropping it in the general area of the rest.

  There wasn’t a shred of clothing left on me; I was an alluring, tempting piece of meat for this ravenous wolf to sink his teeth into…

  And, oh god, did I want him too.

  “Princess…” Damian whispered darkly.

  “That’s right, Daddy,” I whispered in a light, sexy voice as I turned, sitting myself onto his lap. “I’m your dirty little Princess.”

  The latches on his restraint broke open.

  Both hands clasped down onto my thighs, the fingernails biting into my skin. As I fought back the pain and let loose a moan, my palms covered his hands, fingers separating around his.

  His lips took advantage of my now exposed throat; his fingernails dug a little deeper, driving a harder moan from me and, in turn, tilting my head back further. But the pain wasn’t enough to make me force him to stop. I had no doubt that he could draw blood if he really wanted to, and I’d made it clear as we’d set out guidelines in the first session that those kinds of injuries were definitely off the table.

  I released a hand from atop his, wrapping it around the back of his neck. I pulled him deeper into kissing my throat, feeling his teeth graze the skin. He began to bite me, but I lightly shook my head, and the pressure instantly stopped.

  Even with Damian consumed by powerful lust, he respected my limits. He would test them, but never exceed them.

  I can trust him, I realized.

  His hands released from my thighs. Both grasped my bosom as his fingers spread across them, grasping firmly and teasing my nipples.

  FUCK, this feels good…

  I pulled my face forward, tugging my throat from his lips. As I clenched my eyes shut and enjoyed how perfectly his strong hands worked my chest, I slowly rocked myself against his lap.

  There’s no way I’m not soiling the front of these slacks, I thought to myself. His fault for always wearing this stuff…

  Not that I complained.

  Damian Clarke in a tailored, luxury three-piece suit was a total fucking hottie.

  As he continued to worship my breasts with his hands, my erect nipples found themselves squeezed between his fingers. He rolled them, tweaked them, pinched and played with them; I was so turned on that each subtle little movement sent another fun little jolt of pleasure into my warm inner core.

  My back arched from his chest as I let loose another aroused moan. Both hands were on the nape of his neck now, my elbows out as I rolled my hips.

  I needed him inside me.

  I needed it now.

  Damian seemed to respond to that need with a compromise. With one hand kept on my breast, I felt the other slide down my stomach until a pair of fingers plunged into my drenched pussy.

  “Oh fuck, Daddy…”

  He didn’t have to wait for my body to adjust. I was wet enough that both slid into me with only minimal resistance. His fingers were stretching my inner walls, and I rewarded him with another moan as he stroked me just where I needed him.

  Maybe it was skipping his office last time.

  Maybe it was his pure lust infecting me.

  Either way, I was in trouble and I could feel it in every pore. Sitting naked, wet, and trembling in Damian Clarke’s lap as he groped my young body into submission, I felt the power of his ravenous hunger tempt me.

  And, God help me, I gave in…

  Damian

  After the hellish week I had endured, I had looked forward to this coming evening with greater need than ever before, eager to finally cut loose again. Keeping her out of the office last time had only driven my longing for her flesh to new heights.

  I was a man unbound.

  My darling little princess writhed against me as my grinding fingers worked her wetness into blind ecstasy. Her improvised striptease had only made me crave her more; how she effortlessly tamed my starving darkness for those aching minutes, I didn’t know.

  But she had fallen prey to it as well.

  Chloe’s body had succumbed to carnal desire. It was perfectly evident on every last exhalation how badly she needed to fuck me, but I couldn’t allow her that pleasure just yet.

  Desperation clutched at my soul.

  Lust I could barely control held me hostage.

  It wasn’t a matter of want or craving anymore. I needed to reach into this girl with the only part of my anatomy that mattered now. Twitching in my slacks, my thick and heavy cock was ready to conquer every last goddamn inch it could reach inside her.

  But I knew I could resist those temptations, even if only for a little longer. Just as I knew her body, I knew my own; I, too, could make myself experience a hard, jaw-dropping climax, stronger than any other afforded to the male anatomy.

  And I would have that tonight.

  Her shoulders twisted; I secretively grinned.

  I could tell when she was close to release, a fact that I held with great relish. It brought me a deep satisfaction to push her to that brink, only to convince her with two simple syllables to rob herself of the satisfaction until I so chose.

  “Don’t come,” I commanded her.

  She groaned in rebellious frustration, but soon nodded in quiet surrender.

  Like jigsaw pieces meant to be, Chloe and I seemed to fit against each other perfectly. Her quivering bottom lip stayed between her teeth as she leaned her head back, sliding into place against the line of my jaw. Her back pressed into my stomach as she rolled those hips against me harder, forcing me to tighten my self-restraint.

  “Oh fuck, Daddy!” She moaned.

  “Remember…” I hissed into her ear.

  “But I need to,” she whimpered seductively. “Just let me come, Daddy. Please, Daddy?”

  My thumb brushed against her clit.

  I rubbed circles around it, still stroking her bundle of nerves with my pair of fingers pressed deep inside her wet pussy.

  “No, Babygirl,” I insisted gravely.

  “But Daddy…”

  “That’s an order.”

  Chloe lessened her hold on my nape, grasping her own thigh with her freed palm as she tried to suppress her climax.

  It was only fitting that I helped, so I pulled my hands free from her body – eliciting a deep, frustrated groan from her.

  I pressed my slickened fingers to her lips. She turned her head to face me with large, doe eyes as she sucked them into her mouth. Those beautiful eyes stayed fixated on mine as she cleansed my fingers, coated with her delicious fluids, with her wet, pink tongue.

  She had been so close to release…

  But I couldn’t stand this game any longer.

  I clicked my fingers at the floor; a starved, yet relieved glint crossed her eyes.

  Without any other indication, Chloe slowly climbed backwards off of me. Her eyes remained on mine as she lowered herself to her knees in front of me.

  I shifted my
feet further apart as Chloe pressed her hands to my belt. The anticipation in her eyes was palpable as she unbuckled the clasp and pulled the strap free. I lifted my hips enough for her to begin tugging my slacks, wet with her fluids, down to my shins.

  My dry cleaner is gonna be pissed.

  The only thing left between her mouth and my rock-hard cock was my silk boxers. Chloe gasped at the obvious stains across the top of my fabric; the teasing anticipation had made my stiff cock a precum factory, mixed with whatever fluids of hers had soaked through that deeply.

  “Go on, Princess,” I groaned.

  “Yes, Daddy…”

  With that, she tugged that last layer down to the bundled slacks around my knees. My thick, hard cock sprung to life from its prison, bouncing in her face.

  This is it, I grinned inwardly.

  Chloe had never seen my cock like this; it had always been fleetingly, as I’d penetrated her.

  I enjoyed watching her savor its heat. She briefly studied my erection, allowing her hand to slow wrap around it and feel how the skin moved in her grasp.

  “It’s so warm,” she gasped.

  “That’s because it’s ready for you.”

  Her wide eyes met mine again. She looked too good for this flawed, mortal earth with such deep innocence on her face.

  But then her lips descended.

  Chloe’s mouth was goddamn paradise. Every little flick of her tongue drove me wild; the warm wetness inside forced my ankles further apart as I strained with satisfaction.

  With eye closed and a moan on her magical lips, she quickly bobbed along my cock – daring to take inch after throbbing inch. Her limit was just over halfway down, but she accepted the challenge of working overtime on what could fit.

  As if knowing how to work me into a frenzy, Chloe opened her eyes again and gazed innocently into mine.

  I almost came right then and there.

  “Goddammit, Princess,” my lips groaned. “You’re too fucking good at this… your mouth feels incredible around my dick.”

  Her response was to bob faster.

  My knees tensed and I clenched my fingers around the arms of my executive chair.

  For all the time it had been here, I had never once fantasized about getting my cock sucked in this seat. Yet, it seemed such a painfully obvious choice all of a sudden, and I found myself pleased that Chloe had brought this moment to me.