Daddy Dom: A BDSM Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  I raise an eyebrow. “You’ve never worn one before?”

  “No,” she admits. “I like it, but sitting in it…” She shrugs a little.

  My grin gets huge just picturing her wearing it. “Good girl,” I say to her. “I’m proud of you.”

  She makes a face. “It doesn’t vibrate, does it?”

  “No,” I say. “Not this one. But we can get you one of those, if you want. I’ll make you wear it into your next meeting with Karl.”

  “No,” she says, her eyes wide. “But I did see him today.”

  “And?” I ask, not wanting to get off the subject of her little surprise, but this seems important.

  She shifts again. “He was a creep. Said he knows you’re protecting me and it won’t work.”

  I frown at that. “He said that to you, straight up?”

  “Straight up,” she confirms. “I couldn’t believe it.”

  “That rat,” I say, anger flowing through me. “I’m keeping him in check and I’m sure it’s pissing him off.”

  “He just wants to torture me to get to you,” she says. “Maybe it’s better if we let him.”

  “No,” I say firmly. “Absolutely not.”

  “I’m just saying…”

  “Sofia,” I say, shaking my head. “This is the deal. I make your work life a little bit easier while I solve this Karl thing.”

  “I know,” she says, sighing. “I just don’t want to make it harder for you in the process.”

  I grin, sipping my drink, an eyebrow quirked. “Believe me,” I say. “You’re making it well worth my time.”

  She blushes and sips her wine, saying nothing.

  The meal starts coming then, little appetizers, a bunch of small plates. She picks at a few things as I dig in. I ask her questions about the people she’s working with, pleased that she’s making friends. I make a mental note to look up Darlene, just to be sure she’s not somehow involved with Karl or something like that. Maybe it’s paranoid but I can’t help but be careful these days.

  As we get through the meal, Sofia leans back and sips her wine. I finish my whisky and order a second, feeling mellow and good. I keep smiling at her as I remember what she’s wearing. She shifts her weight form time to time, trying to get comfortable, but I know that’s a losing battle.

  “Do you like it?” I ask her in a lull.

  She hesitates. “Like what?”

  “What I have you wearing,” I say. “I know sitting isn’t the most comfortable thing, but…”

  “It’s… interesting” she admits. “I didn’t think I’d be into it. Honestly, I thought it was going to hurt.”

  “Does it?” I ask.

  “Not at all.”

  “Good,” I say. “I didn’t think it would.”

  “It’s just a new sensation.”

  “I understand.” I smile and lean toward her. “Sometimes, new sensations are good.”

  “Sometimes,” she admits, smiling back.

  “How does it look?” I ask, heart beating fast.

  She shrugs. “I couldn’t get a good look.”

  “That’s a shame.” I frown at her, a little disappointed. “I want to see it.

  Her eyes go wide. “Right now?”

  “Yes,” I say. “Right now.”

  This wasn’t part of my plan, but I don’t care. I’m improvising. I can’t help myself. She looks so fucking sexy and just knowing what she has on… I have to see. I can’t wait another second.

  I stand up and take her hand, practically dragging her after me. We go to the back of the restaurant together and pause a second as a waiter walks past, heading toward the kitchen.

  Fortunately there are three unisex bathrooms, the sort of things that are big and lock. I open the last one and we go in together, quickly before anyone can see us. I shut the door and lock it behind me, the light flicking on.

  She stands there, looking down at the floor.

  “Now, time to show me,” I say softly to her, stepping close.

  “Someone might knock,” she says.

  “That’s okay.” I stop inches away from her and tip her chin up toward me. “You’re doing as I say.”

  I kiss her then. This wasn’t part of the plan either, but I’m so hungry for her taste. I’m giving in to my impulses, my desires, and I’m rushing my timeline just a little bit. I wanted to tease her more, build up her desire for another day or two before finally kissing and touching her. But I can’t help myself. I’m so fucking hard I can barely breathe.

  She kisses me back intensely, sharing my passion. Desire rolls down me in waves and it takes all of my strength to slowly break away, her taste still lingers on my buzzing lips.

  “Now,” I whisper. “Take off your skirt.”

  She stares into my eyes and without another word, she obeys me.

  14

  Sofia

  I drop my skirt down around my ankles and step out of it, heart beating fast. I’m blushing like crazy and although I know he can’t see it yet, he’s going to ask me to turn around any second.

  And I want to. I want him to see it. But I’ve never felt this before, never had something… up there. I’ve never had something up my ass.

  “Show me,” he says, just like I knew he would.

  Slowly, I turn around. He lets out a soft groan as I show him the little white and brown fox tail protruding from my ass.

  “Fuck,” he says.

  I look at him over my shoulder. The plug is surprisingly comfortably, curved with a slim front and a flared base. The tail part is connected to the base, so it hangs down between my legs like a real tail would. It’s short and fluffy and actually really cute.

  He steps closer to me. “Bend over.”

  I do as he asks, spreading my legs and bending forward. I support myself with my hands on the front of the sink as he grabs my ass and slaps it.

  I gasp and bite my lip. He smirks at me. “You like your little tail?” he asks.

  “Maybe,” I say.

  He runs his hands down along it, tugging it slightly, sending a chill down my spine. “I think you look fucking sexy with that up your ass,” he says softly. “You like it, don’t you?”

  “Made sitting difficult,” I say.

  He smirks. “That’s just part of the fun.”

  I bite my lip as he grabs the tail and slowly pulls it back. I can feel the plug sliding out, but he pushes it back in, fucking my ass a little. He reaches around and grabs my chin and throat, pulling me back against him as he slides the plug in and out of my ass, gripping the soft tail portion in his fist.

  “I’ve been thinking about fucking this cute little ass ever since I spanked you,” he says softly. “I want to feel every single inch of you.”

  “You can,” I say back. I’m surprised that I like the feeling of the plug fucking my ass. I like that he’s gripping me hard and sliding it in and out, taking me, making me his. It’s a strange sensation but it sends pleasure rolling through my skin.

  “Spread wider,” he commands, and I obey, opening my legs. He drops down to his knees and lifts up the tail.

  I feel his tongue start to explore me. “Jacob,” I gasp, and then I moan as he finds my slick pussy.

  “Just like I imagined,” he says. “Dripping wet and delicious.” He laps at my pussy from behind, licking every inch of me.

  He reaches up and grabs my hips, spinning me around. I keeps my legs spread, my back pinned against the sink. He grabs the tail and slides it in and out again as his tongue sucks and licks at my pussy from the front.

  I grab onto his hair. My legs are shaking but I don’t care, pleasure fills me like nothing I’ve ever felt before. He’s fucking my ass with the plug and sucking my pussy masterfully, alternating lips and teeth and tongue, sucking and sliding along my soaking clit.

  He sucks me and I gasp, head tossed back. I can’t believe we’re doing this in the bathroom of a restaurant where anyone might hear me. I struggle to keep my moans under control, only letting out the
softest noises possible, but he’s relentless. He takes two fingers from his free hand and slides them up inside of my pussy as he nibbles my clit and fucks my ass.

  Everything is filled, every fucking hole, and his tongue laps up my clit faster ad faster. “Oh my god,” I moan. “You have to stop. I’m going to come.”

  “Do it,” he says to me, not slowing down. “I want to taste you come in my mouth.”

  “Fuck, Daddy,” I moan. He fingers me deeper, two fingers sliding knuckles and all, moving faster as he tongues me. He presses the plug up my ass and I’ve never felt so full before, so utterly controlled. I don’t think I could move even if I wanted to.

  I’m at his complete mercy. I grip his hair, moans escaping my lips, and I feel it come on. I feel the orgasm wash over me as he finger-fucks my pussy, fucks my ass with the plug, and licks my clit up, sucking and lapping fast.

  “Fuck, Daddy,” I moan again as the orgasm wrecks me. I can barely keep myself standing and when it finishes, he releases me, letting me lean up against the wall. He smirks as he stands up, licking his fingers clean.

  “Good girl,” he says. “I’m proud of you.”

  I laugh, shaking my head. “You’re crazy.”

  “Get dressed,” he orders. “We’re not finished.”

  I stare at him, sweating slightly, totally flushed. “The… tail?”

  “Leave it in,” he says, and without another word, he leaves the bathroom.

  I stand there alone for a second before locking the door again. I quickly wash up the best I can before putting my skirt and panties back on. I stand in front of the mirror composing myself before following him back to the table a few minutes later.

  When I arrive, he stands up and tosses a couple hundred dollar bills down. I gape at it.

  “Big tip,” he says, leading me away from the table.

  We go out into the night and he calls his car. Not long later, we’re pulling up in front of that same beautiful house I’d been to before.

  “This is where you live?” I ask him.

  “Yes,” he says. “Home sweet home.”

  “It’s really nice,” I say, following him up the stoop.

  “Thanks. Can’t take credit, though. I had a decorator.” He pulls the door open and we step into the familiar place.

  I look around again, picking up new details I hadn’t seen before. A closet to the left where he hangs up his jacket. French doors to the right, leading to another room, shut at the moment. And a hallway twisting further back into the house.

  “This way,” he says, leading me upstairs. He takes my hand and pulls me along. “I’ll give you a tour another time.”

  “Okay,” I say, doing as he tells me. We move upstairs and back into the same room I was in the other night.

  He pushes open the door and turns on the light. It’s just like I remembered: big canopy bed, single chair by the side. But this time there’s a large bureau pushed off to one side.

  He leads me over to the bed and pulls me down on top of him as he sits on the edge. I straddle him, feeling the weight and the heft of the plug in my ass as he pulls my hair back and kisses me deep.

  This is our third kiss, and it tastes even sweeter. Maybe because I know what’s going to happen, but I can’t help myself with him. Every new moment is better than the last.

  He releases me and his lips slide down to my neck. “Are you nervous?” he asks me.

  “Yes,” I admit.

  “Why?”

  “Because…” I trail off, not wanting to say it.

  “Because you’ve been picturing this for so long,” he says. “And you’re worried it may not live up to what you’ve been dreaming.”

  I pull back and look at him. “How did you know?”

  He smirks and kisses me softly. “I can read you,” he admits. “And maybe I had that same thought myself.”

  “Dreams can be better than reality,” I say to him slowly.

  He grins. “You’ve never had me yet then.” He pulls my hair back, making me gasp.

  He’s right. I haven’t actually felt his cock between my legs. I haven’t been fucked. But he has gotten me off, once without even touching me. Earlier he so masterfully worked my body, pushing all my buttons, walking me to the edge. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten off that fast before, well, except for the time in the subway. But I’ve never had a man get me off so easily with just his fingers and his mouth.

  Slowly he unbuttons my blouse and pulls it off my skin, letting it drop to the floor. He unhooks my bra and pulls it off before kissing my breasts, teasing my nipples with his tongue. He breathes me in and kisses my lips again as soft moans escape my lips.

  I reach forward and push him back. He smirks as I unbutton his shirt, my fingers fumbling, but soon I get it off. He sits up slightly to toss it aside and I marvel at his chiseled chest and abs. I run my fingers down the lines between his muscles and he laughs softly.

  “Not what you expected?” he asks.

  “No,” I admit. “Even better.”

  He suddenly stands up, lifting me so easily in the air. He puts me down and I feel the tail press up against me, pushing the plug deeper. He pulls my skirt and panties off, leaving me naked, just the tail dropping down between my legs.

  Slowly he unbuckles his belt and pulls off his slacks. He folds his pants and tosses them over the back of the chair as I watch him. His cock is thick and large, pressed up against his black boxer briefs as he walks back over to me, a small smile on his face.

  Instead of stopping, he moves over to the bureau and pulls open the drawer. “I’ve been thinking about what I want to do to you,” he says to me. “Do you know what I decided on?”

  “No,” I admit.

  “I want to tie you up. Make you unable to move a single muscle.” He pulls two long black strips of cloth out of the drawer and looks at me. “Could you handle that?”

  I stare at him and shake my head. “I don’t know.”

  “I don’t think you can, not yet,” he says, walking toward me. “We have to work to that. But we can start with something fun.”

  He stops and bends forward. He grabs my hair and pulls me to my feet before turning me around and pushing me forward, bending me over.

  “Look at that cute fucking tail,” he says and then he slaps my ass.

  I gasp and look over my shoulder. “Daddy,” I say, eyes wide.

  He slaps my ass again, a smile on his face. He grabs my wrists, forcing me down onto the bed, and quickly he ties them together. The ropes are made of silk, soft but firm against my skin, and he ties me up expertly. When he’s finished, he turns me around again and forces me to my knees.

  He steps back and admires me. “Good,” he says. “Very good. Look at you. Hands tied behind your back. Cute little tail hanging down between your legs.” He pulls off his boxer briefs, his thick, enormous cock in his hand as he strokes himself.

  He walks up to me and grabs my hair, tipping my chin up. I open my lips as he slides his cock into my mouth, pressing it deep down into my throat, making me gag.

  He groans and slides himself out. “That’s a good girl,” he whispers. “I want you to suck your Daddy’s fat cock.”

  I take him into my mouth again, sucking him hard, making him groan. I can feel the plug up in my ass as I move forward, taking him deeper into my mouth and throat. He’s huge, the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in my life, and it drives me crazy that I’m tied up like this, on my knees in front of him. I feel so helpless, and that only makes it feel so much better.

  I suck him faster, getting greedy and wanting every drop from him. I press forward again, feeling him slide into my throat, and I love the groan that slips from his lips as he presses me even further.

  I gag again but I don’t back down this time as he releases my head. I let him fuck my throat and mouth as I press further down, wanting to take every single thick inch.

  “God damn, girl,” he groans. “You’re fucking impressive.”

  I pull back
and slowly tongue his tip, tasting his salty precum as I look up in his eyes.

  “Get up,” he says. He helps me to my feet as he takes me over to the end of the bed and shoves me over again. He slaps my ass and pushes the tail up, showing off my glistening wet pussy.

  He slides the head of his cock along my slit as he slaps my ass. “I’ve been dreaming about this pussy…” he says softly before pressing himself inside of me.

  I gasp, shocked at the size of him and amazed that I finally feel him. I’ve never had something in my ass and my pussy before, and it’s almost too overwhelming. He slides himself nice and deep, slowly getting me used to the feeling, before pulling the plug out of my ass.

  I gasp as it leaves, pleasure and pain welling up inside of me.

  “Don’t worry,” he whispers. “I’m not done with that pretty hole.”

  He grabs my bound wrists and slowly starts to fuck me, big cock whipping into my pussy. I look over my shoulder at him, watching his thick, muscular body slam into me, and pleasure rocks through my skin.

  I can’t think as he works deeper and rougher into me. He slaps my ass hard as his cock roots between my cheeks.

  “This is what I pictured,” he says to me. “Even when you were my student, I wanted to bend you over my desk and fuck your little virgin cunt. You were a virgin back then, weren’t you?”

  “Yes,” I moan. “I was a virgin for you, Daddy.”

  “Fuck,” he groans. “I regret not taking you back then. You would have given me anything I wanted, wouldn’t you?”

  “Anything,” I repeat, short gasping moans escaping my lips. “I’ll give you anything now, Daddy.”

  “I know you will.” He grabs my hair with his other hand. “You’re a good fucking girl. You’ll do whatever your Daddy wants.”

  He fucks me harder, pulling my hair back, making me groan. Pleasure rolls through me in waves and I can’t breathe before he finally lets my hair go. I feel him thrust deep into me and then I watch as he presses the plug back into my ass.

  I groan, loving the feeling of his cock in my pussy and the plug in my ass. He fucks me with the plug, sliding his cock in and out slowly, letting me take them both at the same time.