My Daddy, My Master
By Claire Collier
This book is a work of fiction. All characters portrayed are strictly over 18 years of age. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead or, is purely coincidental. All contents copyright ©Claire Collier, 2011. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form, by any means (electronic, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the author
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“What the fuck are you doing here?”
I gasped at the rough voice in my ear and spun around. My eyes widened as I stared into the blazing green eyes of Devon, my stepfather. Well, ex-stepfather. He and my mom divorced three years ago, just after I graduated high school.
I was bummed by their break-up, too. Not because he was like some great father figure – he was only 10 years older than me, but because he was fun and cool and fucking hot.
I fantasized about him for years, especially after the divorce.
I never expected to see him again. Especially here in a bondage club.
He grabbed my arm and started to haul me away from the scene I’d been watching. A young blond tethered and spread eagled in the air. Totally nude and taking strokes from her red-headed Domme – and just about anyone else who asked to whip her.
I’d been watching for about ten minutes and my pussy was so wet. God, I wanted to change places with that girl. Be the one strapped down and striped.
Devon growled my name again and shook my arm. I looked up at him. “Where are we going?”
“Upstairs,” he spat. “Where we can talk in private. Holy shit, does your mother know you’re here?”
I had no choice but to follow him, stumbling up the stairs and down a long, dimly lit hallway. He paused in front of a door, fished a key out of his pocket, stabbed the card into the lock and opened the door.
“Get in,” he ordered.
I did, a shiver of embarrassed dread washed over me. What must he think of me now? “Devon,” I began as he slammed and locked the door.
He shouldered past, grabbed my arm again and propelled me to a wide leather couch. With a none-too gentle push, he shoved me down.
He raked his luscious black hair with his fingers, sending tufts upright. It gave him a kind of disheveled, just sexed look. I swallowed hard.
“Un-fucking-believable,” he growled. “I don’t know what the hell you’re thinking, Cassie. Do you have any idea what goes on here?”
My temper flared and I shot to my feet, poked my finger in his hard chest. “Of course, I do. I’m not fifteen anymore, Devon. I’m a full grown woman.” I narrowed my eyes and advanced a little more. “And for that matter, what the hell are you doing here, huh?”
“Watch your language, young lady.”
I snorted. “As if. You’ve been saying fuck and damn and hell ever since you saw me here.”
He reached out and slapped me across the face. Not hard, but not too gently, either. I stumbled backward and clutched my stinging cheek. I stared at him, surprised, pissed and… aroused.
“I’m going to tell my mom,” I muttered.
He lifted a brow and came closer, his fingers tangled in my hair. “Oh, yeah? And tell her what? That her precious little daughter is a slut who likes to be tied up and fucked?”
I gasped and shivered because the truth was, I did want that. Or at least, I was pretty sure I did.
Something dark flashed in his blue eyes and he leaned closer, pulled me in by his painful grip. “Are you a slut, Cassie? Like the pain?”
I whimpered. I didn’t want to answer.
“Tell me,” he ordered. “Tell your daddy the truth.”
I moaned and I guess he took that as answer enough.
He tugged me around and over the arm of the couch. “I gave you an order, you little bitch.”
His big hand slid up my thigh, past my quivering, panty clad pussy and pushed my tiny skirt out of the way. I heard him suck in air as he ogled my tight, young ass. I liked his eyes on me. Liked knowing he was looking and wanted to touch me.
Have me.
God knew, I fantasized about his cock in my mouth, my pussy for long enough. I never thought I’d be in a position where it might actually happen, though.
Lust rushed through me and the crotch of my thin panties went transparent as I soaked them.
“Answer me.”
I bit my lip and looked over my shoulder at him. “Please, Daddy, I didn’t do anything wrong.”
His nostrils flared as he understood I was giving him subtle permission to continue.
“Little girls who lie and disobey get punished, Cassie. Is that what I need to do to you? Do you need to be spanked? Disciplined?”
I hovered on the edge of no return before I nodded sharply once.
Daddy’s hand clenched my ass cheek with such force I knew I’d have marks the next day. “Ask me like a good slut.”
“Please spank this bad girl, Daddy.”
He gave a wolfish grin as he shredded my tiny panties. “How long have you been a slut?”
“I don’t know,” I said.
His hand came down hard and fast on my ass, alternating between cheeks. I gasped and moaned, enjoying the tingle and growing heat.
“How long?” he demanded with a pause in the spanking.
“Two years,” I bit out.
He resumed the spanking, laying into my ass until it burned and I started to cry and squirm, trying to avoid the blows. But my pussy ached for him to continue. Each smack and slap sent a shot of lust straight to my clit and I was so close to coming.
“Be still,” he snapped, then turned his back to me and grabbed me around the hips before he started again.
My ass flamed from the pain, but the pain was tinged with an unbelievable pleasure. Just out of reach, though. The slaps distracted me from coming. “Daddy, stop, please, I’ll be good,” I wailed. “Daddy, please!”
The blows slowed then stopped altogether and he rubbed the burning flesh. A moment later he stepped away.
“On your knees in front of me, little slut.”
I scrambled off the cool sofa and settled onto the rug, looking up at him. He again tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled my face into his crotch.
“Feel how hard my cock is, slut?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. He was hard as steel and poking against my cheek through his pants.
“Take my cock out and suck me.”
Greedily, I pulled down his zipper and shoved his pants and underwear down to his ankles. He kicked out of them and stood in front of me, erect cock bobbing in my face.
“My god,” I said and swallowed hard. He was huge. Much bigger than any other man I’d fucked.
The head was as big as a plum and just as purple. His shaft, also a dark angry red, bulged with veins. It was longer and thicker than my best dildo.
My pussy shuddered with anticipation.
“That’s four strokes with the flogger for hesitating, slut.”
I nearly came out of my skin on that one. I’d played around with being a sub, read a lot of shit online, but never actually experienced it. Now, he’d already spanked my ass raw, tossed me around like I was nothing more than a plaything and talked to me in the most vile and humiliating terms.
I craved more.
I craved him.
He palmed the back of my head with one hand and held his cock in the other. “Open up,” he ordered.
I parted my lips and he fed me his cock. He stretched my lips wide, past comfortable, the underside of his cock edged over my tongue and bounced off my teeth.
God, he tasted good. Salty and musky with a hint of soap still clinging to
him. I closed my eyes and took as much of him in my mouth as I could. I gagged about halfway down his shaft.
“Relax your throat, you can take more.”
I sucked in air through my nostrils and tried to do as he said but I gagged when the big tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. I pulled away, but kept him in my mouth. I ran my tongue over the head, down the ridge of a vein and down then back up. I hollowed my cheeks as I created a deep vacuum then scraped lightly at the head with my teeth.
“Fuck,” he groaned. Both hands were on my head now and he pumped his hips, forcing more of his cock into my mouth. I took it better this time, but still gagged again and had to draw away.
I pulled my mouth off of him with an audible pop and sat back on my heels. Tears welled in my eyes. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whispered. “But you’re too big.”
His lip curled as he stared down at me. “One more chance, little slut. Get my dick back in your mouth and suck me or I’ll add five more strokes to the count.”
I nodded and reached for his luscious meat again. I wrapped my palm around him, fingers kneaded his sensitive spot, then opened my lips wide and sucked him inside.
Once more I created the vacuum that men seemed to love and this time, wrapped my hand around his shaft and pumped as I sucked.
His groan was deep.
I grinned around his dick, pleased I’d caused such a reaction.
Abruptly, he pulled out of my mouth and hauled me to my feet.
“You’re a good little cocksucker, but I’m not surprised. I always knew you were a little slut.” Without warning, he ripped off my shirt and buttons flew all over the room.
Within seconds, he’d unfastened and discarded my bra and I was totally naked in front of him. I put a hand to my pussy and an arm over my tits. “Daddy,” I said in protest.
He reached around me and grabbed a flogger. “Yeah,” he said, “I used to watch you prance around the house, your tits bouncing in those little t-shirts you wore. Your nipples were always hard. I bet you fucked yourself every night, too, didn’t you?”
I shook my head. “No,”
The flogger flew out and caught my hip and part of my still stinging ass. I yelped and jumped.
“Tell Daddy the truth, bitch.”
I hesitated, half playing the game and half embarrassed to admit how often – nightly – that I masturbated.
He leaned closer, yanked my arm away and grabbed a nipple. He twisted my stiff peak viciously and I rose on tiptoe, tears springing to my eyes.
“I found your stash of crystal dildos,” he said.
My eyes widened and I felt a wave of mortification rip through me. I dropped my eyes.
“Now, answer me. Did you play with your little cunt at night when you thought everyone was asleep?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said softly.
“Good girl.”
That two word phrase had my pussy dripping even harder.
“But you’re going to have to pay for your disobedience. “
“I’m sorry Daddy, I won’t do it again,” I promised.
“Yes you will and I’ll have to whip your ass again. Turn around.”
I lifted my eyes to his, shocked to find such raw lust on his face. It turned me on even more. I wanted his cock in my pussy. Now.
“Are you going to hurt me?” I asked in my most tremulous voice.
“It’s for your own good, little girl.”
I slowly turned around and faced the large arm of the leather couch.
“Bend over, spread your legs and brace your arms on the couch.”
I did and shuddered at the delicious feeling of exposure. I knew Daddy could see every part of me from my dripping, shaved cunt to my tiny pink asshole, surrounded by the heated cheeks he’d spanked.
He cupped my ass and rubbed lightly, then dipped his finger between my lips and straight into my pussy.
“Ah,” I yelled and pushed back, trying to get more of his finger into my needy cunt.
“Be still.” The flogger came down on my ass with a heavy thud, leaving trails of lust behind.
I stilled but felt that forefinger deep inside my pussy.
“You are so fucking wet. Does it turn you on to be spread out like this, little slut? To know I can see every hole you have? Take any of them I want to?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. I ground my hips back on his hand and again the flogger hit my ass.
It landed with a deep thump. Not exactly painful, but I knew he’d hit me.
“I’m going to whip you, slut. Ten strokes for all the shit you’ve given me over the years. For being so naughty as to get caught in a bondage club. Then, I’m going to tie you up.”
I nearly straightened at that. “Tie me up?”
“Count the strokes. Forget one and we start all over.”
The flogger came down on my back with aching accuracy. It was a hell of a lot more than a thump this time. The pain was deeper, more intense.
“One,” I said loudly, trying to catch my breath.
The flogger laid into my ass for two quick strokes then down to each thigh and back up to my back.
“Eight,” I called as its heavy weight slid over my back.
“Turn around.”
I did and before I could even draw a breath, he slashed at my tits, catching both with one blow.
“Nine,” I choked out.
“Spread your legs wide, hands behind your head. And little slut?”
“Yes, Daddy?” I asked as I slid into position.
“Don’t come.”
With that, he swung the leather through the air and right between my legs. The strands wrapped around my cunt, my ass, snapped at my clit and I arched and screamed.
Then I came hard, gasping and shaking with the orgasm.
My knees buckled but I didn’t fall. He tossed the whip to the side and knelt in front of me. His fingers spread apart my pussy lips and he dove, face first into the bare skin. His tongue lapped at the juice dripping from my cunt and one finger speared harshly into me. I clutched at his shoulders.
“Eat my pussy, Daddy,” I moaned. “Eat that little girl’s cunt. Oh god, your mouth is so fucking good.”
He growled against my flesh, the vibration setting off another round of orgasm while his finger pumped in and out of me.
Finally, he rose, grabbed the back of my head and kissed me deeply. I tasted my cunt juice on his mouth, sucked in my own flavor and came again.
He chuckled as he drew back.
His finger stroked down my cheek. “You have the makings of a good sub, little slut, but you definitely need some training.”
“Training?”
“Uh-huh. And we’re going to start right now.” He moved behind me and grabbed a duffle bag from the floor, unzipped it and brought out a length of blue rope.
“The point of a submissive is to always be at her Master’s pleasure.”
I shivered at the word Master.
“Her body and mind are always open and focused on his needs, his desires. If I wish to do nothing more than strap you to a bondage bench and whip you for an hour, that’s what I will do. Bend over, again. Face against the couch, but grab your knees with your hands.”
The position was awkward, but I managed. Immediately, he started to wend the rope around me in intricate loops and turns.
As he tied me, he continued to tell me the duties of a sub. I was too shocked by the entire turn of events to protest.
Not that I wanted, too. It was as if Daddy read my mind and knew exactly every dark desire I held. The need to be used, abused, humiliated and yet, loved at the same time.
“I know you’re no virgin,” he said as he stepped back to admire his handiwork. “Can you move?”
I struggled a bit, but I was well and truly stuck. Panic bloomed in my chest and I struggled harder against the bonds. My legs were spread wide and the rope wrapped around them and my hands, up and around my tits over my shoulders, around my hips and back around again. Damn, I reall
y, really could not move.
I concentrated on breathing through my mouth, tried to calm my suddenly hyper nerves.
He’d trussed me up good. Not only was I immobile, but every hole I had was open and available. Even my tits bulged out obscenely from my chest.
“Have you fucked anyone, slut?” he demanded.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.
He slapped my ass a few times, but not very hard. He lingered on my cheeks, his fingers trailing up and down the heated skin. He dipped into the furrow of my crack and found my tiny rosebud. I tried to buck, but of course, could not move.
“Ever been fucked in the ass?”
“No, Daddy.”
He came around to face me, cupped my face and kissed me deeply. “Good, because I’m about to take your ass cherry. Got a safe word?”
I was stuck on his first sentence. He was going to fuck me in the ass? It sounded so dirty, so wrong, so fucking hot. But I was scared, too. I’d never had anything in my ass. Exit only.
“Uh…”
“Red,” he said firmly. He bent and grabbed a bottle of lube from the duffle bag. “If it gets too much, say red and I’ll stop. But, if you use the safe word, I’ll send your ass out of here so fast, you won’t know what happened. You’ll never get in here again and you’ll never see me again.”
I choked back a sob. “I’ll be good, Daddy.”
I had never been fucked in the ass and I didn’t know if I could handle the size of his cock, but if trying meant he’d fuck me again, I was willing to do it.
I heard the snap of the lid then the wet, squishy sounds as he oiled up his cock. I wished I could have turned my head to watch him stroke it.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, slut?”
I bit my lip. “Would you, please, fuck me first? Before you fuck my ass?”
His laugh was deep even as he slapped my ass. “What did I just say? Your only role is as my hole, bitch. And right now, I want your fucking ass.”
I hung my head, chastised and a bit disappointed.
He bent over my body and gathered up the mass of my blond hair. His voice was rough against my ear.
“What will you do to earn my cock in your pussy?”
“Anything, Daddy,” I promised.
He pulled tight on my hair, jerking my head back. “That’s a dangerous thing to say.”
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