Daddy's Princess

by Nikki Wild

  Of course, the preceding moments in this chair with her hadn’t occurred to me, either…

  Chloe pulled her mouth free from my cock with a satisfying pop. With a mere, natural glance, she stared me down with the wildest and sexiest look I’ve ever seen.

  “Don’t come, Daddy.”

  Part of me – the dominant, primal sector of my mind that had chased this, putting all of these events into motion – balked in total rebellion that she, a mere college student on her knees for me, would dare try to give me direction.

  In fact, the command was unnecessary. I was already resisting my own impending climax, eager to edge myself into the most intense release that my body could produce.

  But her conviction was seductive.

  “Okay, Princess,” I groaned.

  It was well worth it for the victorious twinkle that crossed her eyes. Letting her taste that power was almost intoxicating, even if our needs were already aligned.

  But her alluring enthusiasm was driving my stamina dangerously close to the brink.

  As Chloe fully threw herself into servicing me on her knees, I tried to distract myself with any fleeting scrap of work bullshit that I could. It wasn’t easy to do – glancing down, I watched her pull my staff free from her lips and slide her wet, eager tongue from base to tip.

  Those perfect eyes were going to kill me.

  Slowly, my mind wandered towards the stresses of the last five days in the office. They seemed so distant now. What had I been so furious about in the week before she arrived? It wasn’t long before I realized that I couldn’t remember the last client I’d met with today, let alone anything else since seeing her last.

  My thoughts were like sand, pouring through my fingers; no matter how tightly I grasped, they sifted through my clutch.

  Another little swipe of her tongue dragged me back into the moment with her. It was time for this to come to its shattering end, and I knew exactly how to do it.

  I clicked my fingers again, this time pointing behind me to the floor-to-ceiling window.

  “Palms on the pane, now.”

  Chloe unsheathed my cock from her mouth and glanced quietly over my shoulder at the glass. However, she didn’t move another inch. Her eyes were wide with fear and apprehension.

  “Princess…”

  In our sessions together, she had never once disobeyed a direct order from me. If anything, she would hesitate, but it had never been long enough for me to chastise her.

  “Can we… turn the lights off?”

  I felt my expression darken. “We are almost thirty floors above street level,” I reminded her. “There isn’t anyone who will see us, and even if they could… it’s impossible to make out who we are from this distance. All they’d see would be two featureless strangers against the glass.”

  Chloe looked unconvinced, but she rose to her feet and stood before me.

  If she really opposed this, I wasn’t going to push her to it. That had always been part of the arrangement, ever since her first night here.

  But I knew better.

  And I knew she’d come to love it.

  “Okay,” she finally conceded. Her eyes steeled as she met my gaze. “But I have a condition.”

  My eyebrow arched. “Enlighten me.”

  “You’ve never fucked me without that suit on,” she told me, motioning to my designer suit. “Every time we’ve been together, almost none of your clothes have come off…”

  I smirked. “You want to see me naked.”

  Chloe lowered her face to mine, her eyes widening with that sinful innocence again. “Please fuck me naked, Daddy…”

  Her ass pushed into my desk as I slowly rose from my executive chair. With my hand pressing into her collarbone, I coerced her cheeks up onto the edge again; my palm lifted, and I traced the fingertips along to the back of her neck.

  “Okay, Princess,” I growled hungrily into her ear. She shivered against me in response. “You’ll get what you want – but you’re going to earn it…”

  I held her solidly by the nape as I easily plunged my fingers back into her soaked, desperate pussy. Chloe’s hands flew up against my chest as her gasp left her throat; her half-lidded eyes rolled back in her head.

  There was no doubt in my mind that she enjoyed my cock on her breath. However, I fully intended to bring her back to the same level of unstoppable craving as before…

  Controlling herself briefly, Chloe grasped my tie in one hand as her other clenched into my shoulder blade. Her hips rocked into my hand as I stroked along her inner walls again, faster and faster now. Her groans sang from her lips as she glared into my eyes with carnal desperation.

  It didn’t take long before I knew.

  Her heaving breaths were proof enough.

  My hands flew off of her. Chloe didn’t even let either of us lick my fingers clean. She was already ripping my tie off and pulling my blazer down like a woman possessed.

  I wasn’t stopping her. In fact, I was shrugging my clothes off with her. Once the suit jacket was on the floor, she started frantically unfastening my button-up shirt. Meanwhile, I felt myself scuffing the backs of my costly dress shoes as I kicked them off, eager to remove the slacks around my ankles.

  Once I had ripped off my socks, I stood naked and proud before her.

  Chloe’s enthralled eyes traced my physique. Her captivated gaze slid along my broad, defined shoulders, my sculpted, hardened muscles, and how the carved V of my hips pointed down below my washboard abs to my huge, throbbing cock.

  “Daddy…”

  I smiled hungrily. “Yes, Princess?”

  Her eyes lifted to mine.

  “Please fuck me, Daddy.”

  I clicked my fingers at the glass. This time, she didn’t waste a single second in following my explicit order.

  And it was a fucking glorious sight.

  Chloe Lockwood, in all her naked glory, had her palms to the back glass wall of my private office. Her back was arched, pushing that sexy fucking ass out with her feet spread on the carpet. The cherry on the fucking sundae was the way she glanced over her shoulder at me with a shamelessly lustful face, her bottom lip quivering between her teeth again.

  I paused just long enough to commit this strikingly sexy image to memory. Forget porn. In that moment I knew that remembering this incredible sight was all the arousal I’d need.

  “Fuck me, Daddy,” she cooed again.

  Princess, your wish is my command.

  I was unable to hold back what I needed any longer. I was upon her, lining up the crown of my impatiently stiff erection to her wet, welcoming pussy.

  We had spent so much time building up our anticipation that I hilted myself entirely inside her on the first goddamn thrust.

  “Oh fuck, Daddy!”

  One hand firmly clamped onto her hip as the other grabbed a fistful of her hair. I held her like this as I began fiercely rocking my hips against hers, pushing deep into her body.

  I pulled her head back at just the right angle to expose her delicious throat. My lips planted against it hard; I kissed along her shoulder, back up her neck, her ear, her cheek, then angled her face to kiss those amazing lips.

  Chloe grinned into the kiss, holding herself steady against the glass as she met my thrusts with her hips.

  My chaotic lust filled me.

  I knew it was true for her too.

  Desperate for release, I picked up the rhythm. Chloe matched my force by doing the same, eagerly keeping us at pace together.

  As we briefly parted lips, she groaned.

  “It feels too good, Daddy…”

  I knew what she needed – what we both needed. It would have been cruel to deny either of us any longer.

  My lips braced her earlobe, and I growled.

  “Come for me, Princess…”

  Her body trembled with the words, and she nodded gratefully. “You too, Daddy,” I heard her murmur from deep in her throes of passion. “We came together before… let’s do it again.”
r />   I didn’t honestly know if we could.

  But that wasn’t going to stop me.

  My grasp on her hair tightened as I allowed her back into a more natural neck position. She and I became as a machine together; no thoughts, no words, nothing but necessity and movement passed between our bodies.

  My climax was quickly on the brink and ready to burst. All notions of holding it back this time were laughable at best.

  If we kept this pace up together...

  But I wasn’t the only one.

  Her body shifted against me, ever so slightly. I could feel how close Chloe had come to her crushing climax. There were probably only a few seconds left before she came…

  I let go of her hair, placing my free palm against the glass over her shoulder. The position put my arm into the crook of her neck. I bent her a little closer to me, preparing just the right angle before I jackhammered her into submission…

  “Right there,” she gasped. “Don’t stop!”

  Perfect.

  I did as she pleaded, repeatedly crashing my hips against hers. Her grateful grunts with each thrust told me how appreciative she was.

  Within seconds, I could already feel the strong, telltale pressure that built within my shaft. The sheer force of it told me that every effort I’d made tonight in holding back this orgasm was about to be paid off…

  “You’re gonna make me come, Daddy…”

  “Me too, Princess,” I groaned.

  “Daddy… oh God… oh, fuck!”

  “Come for me, Babygirl!”

  She cried out. “Fuck… I am!”

  Chloe’s body instantly seized against me. I felt her hips shudder against me, pulling the rest of her down as her back pressed against my chest. As her lungs wailed with a string of expletives, her tight pussy clamped hard around my shaft as if trying to milk it dry.

  And that’s exactly what happened.

  With one last thrust, the pressure in my cock finally burst out the crown. I felt rope after rope of hot, steaming load erupt almost painfully out through the slit of my throbbing dick.

  The intensity of my release hit me hard in the other head, too. My brain was drenched in a mind-numbing blend of endorphins that almost made me woozy with release.

  My beautiful, sexy little minx was quietly shuddering against me – no doubt still feeling the last lingering waves of her multiple climaxes.

  Groaning with exhausted satisfaction, I gently settled my chin into her shoulder; in the same breath, Chloe panted as she lowered her forehead against the cool glass of the window.

  We stayed like that for a few minutes, almost holding each other up against the glass pane. Without the endorphins in our veins any longer, our bodies were rapidly succumbing to fatigue.

  My cock was still inside her. I loved how she felt, pinned up between the voyeuristic glass and me – especially as she lifted her head, looking up with me with those dead sexy eyes.

  Chloe’s breath still came in a heavy pant; her shoulders moved with the heaving of her chest.

  “Daddy…?”

  “Yes, Princess?”

  “Please tell me we can keep doing this.”

  The sincerity in her tired, gasping voice almost floored me. Chuckling heartily, I nodded.

  “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

  Chloe

  Life quickly became an insane whirlwind.

  The weeks soared past.

  My exams came and went.

  The craziness of my life quickly settled into a routine, but it became predictable only to a point.

  Temple University made me its bitch during the school week. My professors showed little to no mercy in their homework assignments, so I spent my nights buried in one textbook or another.

  Friday nights, I gave Christa. The last thing I wanted was to risk her closeness over months of sustained neglect, so we both kept those evenings free to do whatever the hell we felt like.

  Of course, that left Saturdays…

  Things with her cute musician crush seemed to work out. With the added benefit of giving me peace and quiet to study, Christa spent most of her Saturdays at his apartment.

  Granted, I missed having her second opinion on how to compose myself for my sessions in that lavish office above Downtown Philadelphia. Yet, I felt now secure enough to handle my strappingly handsome, powerful benefactor without feeling hopelessly helpless and naïve.

  Then, every Saturday night like clockwork, I followed his weekly directions to the letter: I dressed myself in one of those beautiful outfits, hopped into my sedan and drove for his parking garage, and finally knocked on his private office…

  Falling into the clutches of Damian Clarke.

  I returned to Temple University after each of our weekly sessions, covertly covered in evidence of his lust. My stinging ass would still be bright red from the slapping of his hand, his riding crop, or whatever other toy I’d allowed him to use. My skin would be painted with a fresh set of hickeys and bite-marks, lightly given, in protected places that maybe only Christa would ever see.

  But that wasn’t all.

  After I brought it up, Damian had made the arrangements for me to be put on birth control.

  I had opted for the IUD. The procedure was fairly quick and free of complications, and now it meant that there was no barrier needed between Damian and I.

  Better still, we agreed to STD tests.

  It was an easy talk to have. We both trusted one another, but decided for basic peace of mind that it wouldn’t hurt to have the paperwork done. Unsurprisingly, the tests both came back totally clean, and we were free to explore each other with wild abandon.

  Every once in a while, we met in his parking garage again. I’d climb into his Mercedes, and he would drive us somewhere exorbitantly classy to have a lavish dinner, take a nice and scenic stroll, and occasionally catch a movie.

  Inevitably, the two of us would wind up back in his private office again. There, he would utterly dominate me before we fucked like teenagers.

  Everything felt like it just… clicked.

  I’d never been happier in my life.

  Our tenth week came right after my midterm grades finally posted. A high mark in every class meant that all my hard work, discipline, and sacrifice had paid off.

  My GPA, for now, was totally safe.

  I’d even made the freaking Dean’s list!

  Hearing the great news, Damian decided that a celebration was in order. I couldn’t find any reason to argue the point; after all, I felt it was about time that I cut loose a little.

  Damian’s notification that morning told me to dress in my favorite outfit for a night out, and to let him know an hour before I was ready. All too willing to have the excuse to look pretty on his arm, I picked a beautiful dress that drew out the color in my eyes, pairing it with an accent belt and matching shoes.

  After stepping out the shower, I pulled out my phone and sent him a quick response on the app: I’ll be ready in an hour, Daddy. With that out of the way, I dried off, changed into the outfit, and tried out a new makeup trick that I’d seen on a YouTube tutorial.

  Finishing with ten minutes spare of whatever he was thinking, I noticed a new message from him; this time, a picture was attached.

  I grimaced to myself, thinking: this had better not be some photo of his dick. It wasn’t lost to me that guys my age were fascinated with taking those, for some reason.

  Instead, my eyes widened in disbelief. It was a photo of one of the statues around campus, standing near the guest parking lot.

  “No way,” I blurted out.

  I messaged: Are you here on campus?

  Not more than fifteen seconds passed before I had my response: Ready when you are.

  As far as I was aware, Damian had never stepped foot onto Temple University. We had certainly never met here before, that much was for sure…

  I quickly tossed my phone and wallet into a cute purse that he’d bought me and headed out the door in a hurry. Even at a brisk pace, it to
ok me almost ten minutes to reach the landmark.

  There he was, standing under the statue.

  The dashing Damian Clarke turned to me with crossed arms and a pleased smirk on his lips. Dressed much more casually than normal tonight, he had forsaken a blazer jacket and clipped tie for a bowtie and pinstripe waistcoat.

  “You look fantastic, Princess,” he told me.

  “Not too bad yourself, Daddy.”

  He’d drawn the attention of a few patches of nearby students. They must have seen him stroll over from his Mercedes, parked visibly less than thirty feet away.

  Their eyes were on me now as he hooked out his elbow for me. I quietly took his arm, ignoring the quiet murmurs from around us.

  “It appears I’ve been noticed,” observed as we walked towards his luxury car. His gaze trailed down to me thoughtfully. “Does that bother you?”

  “That you draw a crowd?”

  “That,” he nodded, “and the fact that you’re a part of that as well. As I recall, you were a shy kid, and not much seems to have changed…”

  I hugged his arm a little closer.

  “It’s okay if you’re with me.”

  “I’m happy to hear that,” he observed calmly as he clicked the keys in his pocket. The dark Mercedes thrummed to life as we approached.

  A few awed noises came from behind us.

  “Perhaps something a little less… conspicuous in the future,” he told me. “I’m owed some favors around town anyway. Maybe someone can put me in a Chevy Tahoe.”

  I turned to him with a grin. “You, in one of those giant SUVs? That’ll be the day.”

  We shared a laugh as Damian graciously opened my door and helped me in. Once he was in his seat and we’d taken off, he turned on some rock music; he lowered the volume before setting his right hand on my thigh.

  “What’s the agenda for tonight?” I asked.

  “Well, I was thinking a nice, quiet evening at this fantastic new place in town. Very charming. They have this exquisite menu, filled with all sorts of wonderful French dishes…”

  He paused, noticing my hesitance.

  “What’s the matter, babe?