Tie Me Up Daddy

by Cassandra Dee

  “Unnnnh,” Thorn ground out from above, chest muscles tight, head falling back. “Awww fuck baby girl, you’ve got a sweet mouth.”

  Going with the flow, I did it again. I licked him the entire length, savoring my first taste of man meat, this time following with a special move at the top. Swirling my tongue around his glans, I pulled his dick hole open with small fingers and burrowed my tongue inside that tiny opening.

  “Awww FUCK!” ground out Thorn. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

  Lapping hungrily, I pulled back a little, looking up at him with his dick lying on my tongue.

  “Glad you like it Daddy,” I murmured. “So glad you like it.”

  But Thorn isn’t a guy to relinquish control. The play was enjoyable, but my man had fresh pussy to plow and he wasn’t letting up. Grabbing me, he shoved me onto all fours, curves flying everywhere.

  “Oh!” I squealed, bouncing up and down on my hands and knees. “Oh!”

  And before I knew it, the alpha grabbed my wrists and hauled them to the bed post, tying them tight with that tie. It was so unexpected that I just gasped for a moment, crouched forward and bound to the bed.

  “Oh my god,” came the whisper from my mouth. “Oh god.”

  Because my position blew my mind. Sure, there have been boys who were interested, teen guys with acne who wanted to cop a feel in the movie theater. But this was a whole new level of wrong. Because I was a virgin, bound to a man’s bed, crouched over and nude, with no way to get away. That’s right, if this all went wrong, there was nothing I could do about it. I was at Mr. Channing’s mercy, my body open for his touch, his taking, his pleasure.

  And my pussy gushed at the thought, inner channel running wetly. Because the whore in me came out then, and I leaned forward slyly, lifting my ass in the air.

  “Taste me,” I cooed, wiggling my puss at him. “Taste me Daddy.”

  Thorn was on it. That big man grabbed two fistfuls of butt cheek and held me open, gazing at my insides.

  “Fuck you’re beautiful,” he ground out, eyes glazing. “Fuck you’re so fucking gorgeous.”

  I mewled then, shivering uncontrollably, but the cry turned into a gasp. Because Daddy bent down and licked my pussy, all the way from clit up to asshole. Oh god, it was fucking fantastic and my cunt gushed uncontrollably, dripping like a firehose.

  “Oh Daddy!” came my squeal. “Yes, Daddy, more there!”

  Thorn went to town then, holding open my insides, laving up the interior of one wall and then coming down the other. He pinched my clit a couple times, making my back buck, ass jiggling heavily.

  “Oh!” I squealed again. “Oh oh!”

  And then Daddy did it. Rearing up, the alpha got to his knees behind me, shaft gripped in one hand.

  “Fuck baby,” he rasped. “Fuck I can’t wait anymore, Daddy has to be in you.”

  His tip grazed my hole and I shivered uncontrollably, boobies swinging below my torso. But did I shy away? Did I scream in fear, knowing that huge pole was going inside me? No, instead my body went hot with anticipation, liquid pooling at my slit and bathing that glans.

  “Yes,” I murmured, tilting my chin to look at the man over a slim shoulder. “Yes, do it.”

  And taking things into my hands, I slid backwards with my hips. Oh! Unnnh! It was unreal, Thorn’s dicktip making headway into my folds, pussy spreading to accommodate his thickness.

  “Oh god, Daddy,” I gasped. “You’re so huge.”

  He grunted, panting in back of me, big hands gripping my fleshy waist.

  “That’s right baby girl, and this fat cock’s going into you. All of it,” he grunted emphatically, this time sliding forwards again.

  My eyes closed and chin lifted as I mewled to the heavens. Oh god, his pole was so thick and massive, stretching my insides, filling me to the brim. Oh god, oh god, how would I accommodate him all? Even now, my little body struggled, vaginal chamber resisting, the pink walls pulsing wetly, almost pushing him out.

  But Thorn couldn’t be denied. His hands gripped my hips harder, and he rasped.

  “Push yourself backwards honey. Let me see that virgin pussy eat dick.”

  My eyes flew open. What in the world? I was supposed to do the work?

  But Thorn grunted again.

  “Yeah baby,” he ground out, that voice low, hard cock halfway embedded. “I need to see you eat it, I need to see that delectable pussy swallow me because we’re already there,” he said, nudging his hips forward a little, bumping against my barrier. “Feel it? We’re there, honey, we’re there.”

  And suddenly I realized what was happening. Thorn had bumped his glans against my hymen, the proof of my virginity. He had his dick halfway up my cunt, and wanted me to take us the rest of the way. He wanted to see a sweet, innocent virgin impale herself, bearing down on that rock hard pole, transformed into a hungry slut.

  And with a cry and a thrust of my hips, I did it. I am that slut, I’m a whore hungry for Daddy’s fat dick. Gripping the bedpost tight and taking a deep breath, I shoved my hips back, accepting him all.

  “Ohhh!” came my scream. “Oh god!”

  Because it fucking hurt. It stung, my hymen gone forever, the little tissue torn into pieces. And the alpha panted in back of me, muscles straining, every ounce of that big form concentrated on where our bodies met.

  “That’s right,” he rumbled harshly, forcing himself to hold still. “That’s right, baby’s riding Daddy’s cock now.”

  Because I’d done it. I wanted Thorn so badly, I wanted to feel him all the way in me so much that I’d summoned every ounce of courage and shoved myself down all the way, busting through my virginity. And now that he was in, I cried out, squirming and stuck on a huge, pulsing rod.

  “Unnnh, Daddy!” I squealed. “It hurts, it hurts!”

  Thorn’s big hand ran down my back, stopping to squeeze a curvy butt cheek.

  “Shhh baby,” he rasped. “I promise it’ll go away sweet thing, I promise, just give it a minute.”

  I squirmed again. If it’d been possible, I would have bucked him right off and gotten free. But it was futile because my hands were tied to the bed post, with a huge shaft stuck inside. I was a prisoner, and there was no place to go except here. So I crouched on the bed, nude and perfectly still, pussy slobbering wetly.

  “Ohhh Daddy,” I moaned again, tossing my brown curls. “Oh god.”

  And with that, Thorn withdrew a little. The rub was incredible, the feel of that giant dick retreating and I mewled reflexively, hips wiggling.

  “Oh yeah, you want it, don’t you?” he rasped behind me. “Baby wants Daddy’s cock buried in her cunt.”

  And with that, he slid in all the way again, deeply and fully. Moaning heavily, my head dropped between my shoulders, boobies swinging. Because I’ve never felt so possessed. I’ve never felt so owned, like I was a man’s property, his and his alone.

  And Thorn was on the same wavelength because he ground out in my ear, “That’s right, sweet thing. Your pussy is gonna be curved to Daddy’s dick now. Your pussy’s gonna be shaped to Daddy’s hard cock, I own this dirty snatch now.”

  And the nasty words threw me over the edge. I’m a virgin and this was all new, exhilarating and so fucking nasty. The excitement of being with the billionaire, of having Thorn in me, teaching me everything, forced me to a new level. My pussy clamped down once, twice, hard, and then exploded in a shower of sparks.

  “Daddy!” I screamed, little body quivering, pinkness spasming uncontrollably. “Daddy!”

  And Thorn lost it as well. With a roar, and then a push of his hips, it happened. His dick erupted in me, bathing my interior channel with hot, bubbly seed and I screamed again, the sensation so good.

  “Oh god!” I cried out, profile lifted to the heavens. “Yes!”

  Thorn grunted rhythmically, lash after lash of semen erupting like a volcano, spraying my fertile insides with virile jism.

  “FUCK!” was his roar. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

  I wou
ld have collapsed, had it not been for my hands tied to the bed post and that hot dick stuffed in my cunt. They were like anchors on either end, keeping me immobile, letting me do nothing but feel as I was fucked within an inch of my life.

  “Shit!” came Thorn’s curse again. “Awwww shit!”

  And I knew what he was referring to. Because there was so much pussy cream, so much virile sperm that it mixed together and dripped out from between us, leaking down my ass and thigh.

  “Mmmm,” I moaned, dropping my head, boobs dragging on the coverlet. “Mmmm.”

  Thorn held still in me then, dick still pumping the last remnants of seed into my insides.

  “Fuck baby girl,” he rasped, big chest still heaving. “Fuck fuck fuck that was amazing.”

  My chest puffed out in pride, the praise like warm honey coating my soul.

  “Really?” I whispered, looking at him over my shoulder. “Really?”

  But Thorn didn’t answer. Instead he reached down, swiping at the fluids coating his dick.

  “See this?” he asked roughly, seizing my eyes with his own. “See this baby girl?”

  I gasped. The mix was white and gooey, like superglue.

  “This is all you, honey. All you and me and it tastes fucking good,” he grunted, before reaching forwards and pushing his fingers into my mouth. My eyes opened wide with shock, but then my lips closed around those digits, hungry and seeking. Because this was right. I had the billionaire’s cock deep in my puss while he fed me a mix of fresh female juice and sperm. It was disgusting, dirty and nasty, but oh so right because I was with Thorn Channing, my teacher, my boss, the CEO … and I never wanted it to end.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Thorn

  I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me. On the one hand, what I’m doing with Laney isn’t exactly new. She’s not the first ballerina I’ve fucked, the first recruit who’s paid her dues while flat on her back. Naw, I’ve been down this road dozens of times already, wetting my dick on nubile pussy hoping to make it big.

  But she is the first ballerina that I’ve invited into my life. And I don’t mean showing her around the apartment or fucking her in one of my five bedrooms. What I mean is actually hanging out with her, spending time getting to know the girl like I’m a real boyfriend, and not some asshole.

  It’s fucking insane. Because what the hell am I doing? I’ve got a company to run, I’ve got women to meet, pussy to take. And yet for the last month, all I’ve been doing is sating myself in Laney’s sweet snatch, dipping my dick in again and again like I can’t get enough.

  What the hell? Usually I like variety, I like a different flavor of pussy every day of the week. But lately, all I do is fall asleep with my dick buried in the nubile teen, inhaling the scent of her sweet hair, strong arms wrapped around that curvy body.

  And now, I’m showing her part of the real me, the one that’s not just out there for show. Because the gym is my sanctuary, I use it to let go of the stress of the day, to let my mind go blank after long hours at work. Oh yeah, I’m forty-five, and you gotta work hard to keep up a bod like mine. But again, it’s not just about looking good. Sure, exercising helps keep my appearance sharp, chest muscled and thick, abs perfectly cut and defined. But the gym also relieves stress, and against my better judgment, I’d brought my best girl here.

  “So these are the weights you use?” Laney giggled, trailing her finger along some silver-colored dumb bells.

  “Naw, honey,” I ground out. “Those are fifteen pounders, for the ladies only. The ones I use are over here,” I pointed.

  Laney gasped then because I was gesturing to a set of heavy as fuck, charcoal colored iron rods that looked like they could beat the hell out of a horse. Shit, you probably could kill someone with these things, do some real damage.

  The brunette giggled again.

  “Show me?” she whispered. “Or are we gonna bother someone?”

  I looked around. The gym I belong to is high-end, this isn’t one for the masses with crowds of sweaty, flabby people. This place is where models go, where everyone has a personal trainer, and where the membership fee is in the four figures. So yeah, there weren’t many people around.

  “Naw, we’re not gonna bother anyone,” I grunted. “It’s fine.”

  And lifting one of the larger weights in a massive palm, I squatted.

  “See baby,” I demonstrated, holding my arm out stiffly. “See, it’s the downward action that gets you. Releasing after a pump can actually be harder than the pump itself, it’s all about control and a smooth flow.”

  I figured I was talking over the brunette’s head, but Laney smiled easily.

  “Oh I know Thorn,” she said breezily. “I come to the gym too, you know.”

  I blinked. What the fuck? Ballerinas are in great shape, they’re athletes with incredible stamina, but most girls don’t work out. They don’t want to get bulky, they don’t want to ruin the slim-line figure that fasting and hard work and discipline have created.

  Reading my mind, Laney shrugged.

  “I have to come,” she said, a little too careless. “I have to come because I’ve got junk in the trunk, and it’s gotta be toned and firm, I can’t have it jiggling everywhere.”

  Realization dawned in my brain. Of course. That’s what I love about my girl. Because Laney’s big, real big for a dancer, but it looks fan-fucking-tastic. This was a female who was athletic with luscious, thick thighs, strong calves and a toned rump. Laney works hard for her body, and I appreciated it all the more.

  “I know, sweet thing,” I grunted, eyeing that figure hungrily. The brunette was dressed in a pink sports bra and tiny shorts that showed off her physique. Shit, it did more than that. The female was flaunting it right in front of my face, making me ravenous in public.

  But there were words to say, and I was determined to get them out.

  “You look good, baby girl,” I grunted. “The work at the gym’s paid off. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. In fact, have you thought about putting on more weight? Like twenty pounds or so?”

  Laney shook her head, smiling at me exasperatedly.

  “Thorn, are you crazy? Of course not. I can’t put on twenty pounds, they’d kick me out of the troupe. I’m already big enough as is, Miss Lane is always telling me to eat less, or at least switch to nutrition shakes instead of meals. I can’t, Thorn, it’s impossible.”

  I frowned. What the fuck? Nutrition shakes, like Ensure for old people? That shit tasted disgusting as fuck, and smelled like garbage most times.

  “I’m gonna talk with Miss Lane,” I ground out. “No dancer should be on meal replacement drinks, especially not one as young as you.”

  Laney colored, speaking quickly.

  “No it’s not that,” she corrected, stumbling over the words. “Miss Lane was making a suggestion, it’s not a requirement.”

  But I could tell that the female was just saying that. Miss Lane had made derogatory comments about my girl’s body and I was gonna set that bitch straight. I was gonna put her in her place, one of the benefits of being CEO.

  “Naw,” I drawled. “That chick is off the reservation, and I’m gonna talk to her about it,” I threw out casually. “Along with some other things.”

  Laney colored.

  “Like my solo?” she asked. “Like my solo last night?”

  My chest practically expanded with pride.

  “Absolutely your solo,” I ground out. “You were fucking amazing honey, absolutely dazzling as the Red Queen.”

  I wasn’t just saying that. My girl is a brilliant dancer and Laney colored.

  “It was amazing wasn’t it?” she whispered. “I never felt so moved by the music, the melody took over my limbs, I was on another plane. Thank you for giving me the chance, Thorn,” she colored. “I know you put in a good word for me.”

  I grinned.

  “It wasn’t just a good word, honey, you deserved it,” I said. “You absolutely deserved it.”

  And wh
at I was saying was true. Because Laney was up there, she was definitely part of the elite with her expressiveness, the detail with which she performed every move, the obvious delight she took from dance. I’d greased the wheels, sure, but the girl had done it herself. After all, you can put a dog on stage, but you can’t make it perform unless it’s got that special something within.

  So I grinned again.

  “It’s all you, sweetheart,” I ground out. “All you.”

  Laney colored.

  “But I know you had something to do with it.”

  My huge shoulders shrugged.

  “So what? That’s what the boss does. We find underutilized talent and make suggestions. Something wrong with that?” my eyebrow quirked.

  Laney bit her lip.

  “No, not at all, I just don’t want the other dancers to talk, that’s all,” she said softly.

  Aw fuck. The other dancers. One of the things I hate about ballet troupes is that it’s like a fucking coop of chickens sometimes. With this much estrogen and this much competition, the females can be vicious, biting each other with sharp beaks, pecking each other’s eyes out.

  “Why, someone say something to you?” I said casually, voice smooth. Of course, I was gonna pound that fucker into the ground if Laney had been treated badly. Or more accurately, I was gonna fire them, their dreams of stardom in the big city gone kaput.

  “No, not at all,” said Laney slowly. “It’s just a feeling I have. Call it girl sense.”

  An eyebrow raised.

  “Girl sense? What’s that?”

  The brunette shrugged slim shoulders again, big boobs going up and down, distracting as fuck.

  “It’s just a feeling,” she said in a low voice. “But I don’t want to say anything because there’s nothing concrete. Can we talk about something else Thorn?” she murmured. “Forget I said anything. Show me what you like to do in the gym, let’s get back to you,” she smiled persuasively.

  I could tell the brunette wanted to change the subject, it was only too obvious. And I get it. When you have nothing but a chill down your spine, it’s hard to say exactly what’s wrong. But as a billionaire CEO, I’ve learned to trust my instincts and that fucking chill is often the first sign that shit is about to hit the fan. So my little girl wasn’t wrong, she wasn’t a space case or some batshit crazy insane woman. Laney was probably right on the money, she just didn’t have the experience to know it yet.