Boss Daddy's Little Princess
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Slap!
Daddy slapped me again, his hand smacking my ass as it went down one more time. I finished cumming and he gave me a plump squeeze with his hands.
“You’ve been cumming over and over again,” he told me. “You’re on fire, slut. That’s good but now it’s daddy’s turn to blow his load on you.”
“Y-yes daddy,” I answered and even then I wasn’t sure of what I said. My mind was slipping away at this point.
Daddy pushed me off of him and then removed the chain from my collar. He pushed me down to the floor and got me on all fours. I knew exactly what he wanted then and I pushed my face down to the floor and raised my ass up. It was this modified doggystlye position that really got daddy horny and ready to cum.
When he saw me, ready for his pounding, he grabbed me with his hands and slammed his cock right into me as he took position from behind.
“Aah!” I moaned and cried as soon as his cock penetrated my flesh. This time, however, daddy took no mercy and plowed into me with all his strength. For the first time I felt the entirety of his cock, as long and as thick as it was, push into my tiny body. It broke my mind and I lost all consciousness.
At that point, to be honest, everything became a daze. I had literally lost my mind and everything from that point became nothing but a blur. I knew I was still awake because there were snippets of his face looking down at me and I could always recall the sensation of pain and ecstasy blending together like a glass of champagne swirling in my body.
When we were done there was cum dripping from my pussy, my mouth and all over my body. I don’t know how many times daddy had spilled his seed but it must have been a lot because I was swimming in his fluids.
I felt high but on sex. I felt drunk but on cum. I felt beat but only because every inch of me was sore from so much fucking. More importantly, however, I felt pride in being a slut for my one and only daddy, the one man I knew would do anything to protect me.
This was the life I wanted. I was his and he was mine. There was no going back from this. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Chapter Twenty
It has been a few months ever since daddy broke me and made me his fuck slave. It has been some time since he gave me a life of luxury but also the life of being his little sex pet. He had acquired all of David’s businesses – legally now – and made them his own. Luca had successfully retired and the transition with his successor was going smoothly.
I got to manage a good portion of those acquired businesses and it felt like a massive triumph for me. I now owned everything David ever had in his possession and it felt like poetic justice. I turned a good majority of his clothing shops into strip clubs, porn studios and the like so that all I had to do was manage pretty, stupid, slutty girls like me. They didn’t have to do anything but look pretty and show off some skin.
I did also run a restaurant, a publishing company and a small hotel. Those were just fronts, however, and were less exciting to manage since everything had to be by the book.
During those months I got to talk to him a little more about Stephanie and as a gift to me he guaranteed Stephanie wouldn’t ever need to work hard ever again. He gave her over five million dollars and made her the owner and manager of one his biggest clubs in town. That was the sweetest thing he ever did because truth be told I really did like Stephanie. She was the closest I ever had for a best friend even though we only ever interacted at work.
She even got to hang out with us a little more and it didn’t take long for her to get a thing going with Antonio. He was also an old, rich gangster and that sat well with her. She was a young, hot little slutty girl and that sat well with him. It was a match made in heaven and one I could tell from first-hand-experience was going to work out.
Matt’s mom also came bugging us a few times over the weeks that followed David’s death but all she wanted was a piece of his money. That would never work, however, since they were divorced and he was now getting papers ready to marry me. When that was done I would be his property forever and that meant I got more priority over his ex-wife.
I never really learned why that woman and daddy split up but now I finally got an idea on why she may be so bitter. I just didn’t see her becoming a willing slut-slave like I was. Maybe she couldn’t please daddy the way I did and he got frustrated because of that. Maybe they kept arguing about their sex life and that drove them apart.
None of it mattered, of course, because in the end I was now the woman in daddy’s life. I made sure that I would sexually please him in any possible way I could think of. Even when we were in clubs or other places I would dress as slutty as possible, give him a random blow job and even let him finger me while having dinner. I would wear sex toys like a vibrator and let him turn it on so I would moan and cum underneath the restaurant table.
Daddy also promoted Niccolo to take Luca’s place as a new caporegime. He made a few other adjustments to his businesses, both legal and mob-related, to guarantee he could be more free and spend time with me. He always said he didn’t want to be that stereotypical gangster who only went home to his wife to fuck her and eat whatever she cooked. That made me happy and I did my best to return the favor.
It just felt natural for me now. There were nights where he would fuck me so wildly I’d lose consciousness and just wake up hours later covered in his cum and my body sore from the beating and the sex. I was grateful, however, that he never hurt me too much and he never crossed the line. After all, he did like me for how beautiful I was and he made it a point to never cause me too much harm, even during our most rough sessions.
That didn’t mean he didn’t punish me from time to time. I have tasted his belt, his slaps, his whips and his other… toys. Everything from his nipple clamps to his candles and electric shock toys have all become familiar sights for me. He would play with me in our bedroom, in the car, in a hotel room and there times where he’d bring me back to the cabin in the woods just to fuck me with absolutely no restrictions and limitations. Those were the best nights because there were times where he’d bind me for days and nights and I’d lose all track of time. My mind would go blank and all I could think of then was daddy and sex.
Becoming daddy’s submissive became the best thing in my life. I couldn’t even imagine going back to my old life. Working a regular day job and pining for hot young guys without really thinking of sex until marriage just wasn’t going to work for me anymore. I wanted to stay right on the edge and daddy gave that to me in spades.
There were times where he was sweet and loving. Those were the days he was my daddy and he did everything to make me feel loved and secure. Then there were those days where he’d choke me, slap me and fuck me in every position he could think of. It was those days where he was my master.
Every time he took me he spilled his seed inside me. That gave me hope that one day I’d be more than just his wife but also the mother of his child. The mere thought of it got me giddy with excitement and pride.
He was my daddy. He was my master. And I was his little princess.
THE END