Bought by a Billionaire Daddy_When a daddy dom bids at the slave auction

by S. L. Finlay

  Daddy seemed to be taking his time as he looked down at me, as if he was in no great hurry at all. He looked down at me and he started rubbing his hardness through his pants. I was resisting the urge to touch him so badly as I stayed in position and looked up at him, as I knew he wanted me to do. I would be a good girl for my Daddy, now and always.

  Watching Daddy rub his hardness without looking directly at it became difficult. I wanted to look up into Daddy's eyes as he was looking down at mine, but I couldn't help it. In no time at all, I caved and started looking at his cock, being rubbed by him as he looked down at me, naked and on my knees.

  "What are you looking at girl?" Daddy asked me.

  I could feel my mouth watering and the urge to touch him growing stronger by the second. I could hardly speak through my need as I told him, "I'm looking at your cock, Daddy." My eyes were glued to his bulge the whole time.

  At my words, Daddy unzipped his pants and withdrew a thick cock from his trousers. All I could think in that moment is how much I wanted to feel him stretching me out. Filling my pussy with his thick cock. I wanted to feel full, full of Daddy's cock. But I couldn't say a word.

  "You like looking at it girl," Daddy told me, "now you will enjoy Daddy's taste."

  I barely had a chance to nod my head when Daddy grabbed a clump of my hair and pushed his cock down my throat. I was gagging on him right away as his cock hit my throat, but Daddy didn't pay much attention to that. He kept thrusting into my mouth, using my wet little mouth with his thick cock, throat fucking me.

  Daddy was ruthless. Not only with his thrusting into my hungry mouth but also with his words, "oh yes, take it slut!" He cried after a few thrusts when I started to lean into his thrusts rather than away from them. Wanting to please my Daddy, I tried to suppress my gag reflex while I took more of his cock than he was giving me. After a minute or so, Daddy eased off the rough throat fucking and let me suck him off.

  Wanting to please this man was driving me crazy, and the blow job I was giving him felt like no other blow job I had ever given a man. He was so into it, as was I, but not just because it felt good.

  We both loved that he was using me, that I was his object like his television or table. I was here to be used as his fuck toy and instrument of pleasure, but I also wanted that. I craved it so badly. I wanted to be used that way and I had gone out of my way to find it. That first time Daddy used my body for his sexual gratification was the first time that I truly felt the power exchange, and the empowerment I received from giving up that power to such a capable man.

  As I pleased Daddy he kept talking dirty to me, "That's it, little girl, suck Daddy's pre-cum off the head. Good girl, look up at me."

  I was looking up at him and smiling around his cock when I saw the look in his eye, that real hunger. He had the look of real pleasure from what he was receiving and from having power over me. Like all good things, my good work made him want to fuck my mouth more and his fucking my mouth more made me want to do better work. I wanted to please him more.

  Having Daddy use my mouth felt like he'd turned my mouth, something I speak with and eat with, something that was such a public part of my life as everyone could see it, into a sex organ. Daddy was using the most public part of me for the most private part of him. He was turning my mouth into something purely there for him and his pleasure.

  After allowing me to please him for some time, Daddy pulled my head roughly away from his cock using a clump of my hair that he'd grabbed hold of. He stroked his cock in my face and I felt like he'd taken something away from me, like he'd taken the sweetest thing I had ever tasted away. I tried to move closer to his cock so I could taste the pre-cum I could see glistening on his head after he'd given his shaft a few strokes, but Daddy had a good hold on me. Then I tried to reach that head with my tongue but was just out of range. When Daddy saw what I was trying to do, he pulled my head back again.

  "You won't suck your Daddy's cock without permission, girl." He told me gruffly.

  Looking up at him, I was pleading with my eyes and he could see that. His smile became sadistic as he told me, "You want that cock, don't you little girl?"

  I nodded slightly, knowing it wouldn't help me anyway. Daddy wouldn't give me something just because I wanted it after all.

  Daddy's wicked smile went on taunting me as he told me, "do you just want Daddy's cock, girl? Or would you like his cum, too?"

  My mouth was still open from when I had tried to lick Daddy's cock and I moaned involuntarily. Because of my open mouth the moan was louder than I had expected, catching me off guard. I didn't have time to be caught off guard though as I told Daddy honestly, "oh god yes Daddy! I want to taste your cum so bad!"

  Usually I wouldn't mind the taste of cum, I know some women hate tasting their man's cum, but I don't mind.

  Right now though, it was all that I could think about, I wanted to taste him. I wanted to feel my mouth full of cum and to be forced to swallow it. I wanted to feel his thick cum as it went down my throat.

  Daddy was beating his hard cock close to my face when he ordered me by telling me how to position my head - I was to tilt it back and to have my mouth open - He was stroking my hair as he stroked his cock. The tease of having Daddy's stiff cock so close to my face was almost too much to bear. I pushed on through it though, determined. I wanted this, I wanted Daddy to fill my mouth with his cum, and with it open right in front of him, I knew he would fill my mouth, but he would get to see himself filling my mouth, and I was sure that was part of the turn-on for him. After all, this whole scene was about Daddy getting exactly what he wanted.

  My mouth was watering as I looked up at him and imagined what his cum would taste like. I imagined its taste, it's texture. I wanted to see what he would look like as he orgasmed. I wanted to see what it would look like to please my Daddy for the first time.

  It wasn't long until I got that pleasure. As I had my mouth open he started to beat his cock a little faster and a little harder and with a loud, guttural grunt Daddy blew his load into my mouth.

  It happened so quickly, but I managed to catch most of Daddy's cum in my mouth. Some of it landed on my cheek and chin. I was tempted to reach up, to get Daddy's cum on my fingers and move it from my face where it had landed into my mouth. I was going to be a good girl though. I was going to please Daddy with my self restraint, so I remained where I was, on my knees for Daddy's pleasure with his fresh cum in and around my mouth.

  Daddy took a half step back and put his hand under my chin to tilt it up so he could better see his cum in my mouth.

  "Good girl," He told me, "now swallow."

  Dutifully, I closed my mouth and gave two big swallows to make sure all of Daddy's cum was gone from my mouth before opening my mouth up again and showing Daddy that all his cum was gone.

  My mouth remained open as Daddy used his fingers to feed the cum that was now sliding down my cheek and chin into my mouth before he told me to swallow again. Again, I dutifully did what I was told and showed Daddy how good I was at following orders. I had wanted to move that cum into my own mouth, so that Daddy had done it for me turned me on all the more.

  After, I showed Daddy my empty mouth.

  After a moment or two admiring my empty mouth which had previously been full of his cum, Daddy took a step forward and took my head again.

  "Clean my cock." He told me before firmly taking a clump of hair again and making me suck him clean.

  When Daddy's cock was clean and he'd had his fun with my mouth, Daddy put his cock away inside his suit pants and told me to stand.

  Standing, still with the taste of Daddy's cock and cum in my mouth I smiled at him. Daddy smiled right back before telling me, "You've been a good girl."

  "Thank you Daddy!" I chirped happily.

  With a smile from my Daddy, I was dismissed to preform some reading that Daddy gave me. He wanted me to read a few books on BDSM this afternoon and report back to him with what I thought of them. I smiled as I took the assignment a
nd exited Daddy's study. It felt good to be used, but it also felt good that this man was valuing my intelligence enough to get me to read about BDSM and share my thoughts with him. I could see myself doing this into the future quite easily.

  Daddy told me I was to keep my clothes off until he allowed me to wear them. He told me that I could go anywhere in the house or on the grounds and everyone who worked here was told to ignore my nudity and talk directly to me, no problems.

  So that's what I did. I left the study and walked out into the house. I had an assignment to do, and I would have to get used to being naked. That was fine. I could do this. Anything to make my new Daddy happy.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Returning to my little girl room felt a little odd at first. I had only half redecorated the room and there was still scratchy sheets on the bed in candy pink shades. I lay down and tried to get comfortable but being completely nude, I couldn't quite manage it on the scratchy sheets. In the end, I tore them off the bed and lay on the mattress surrounded by pillows and cushions.

  The first book was a bit of an introduction to the world of BDSM with plenty of photos and diagrams to explain things. It was written by a married couple who wrote from the bias of a heterosexual married couple and it read quite well. There didn't seem to be much about age play though in the general BDSM books. Although I read about it a lot online, it felt like the literature hadn't quite caught up with what people were actually doing in the world of kink. That, and by the sounds of what I had heard from age players who had been doing this for a long time, it sounded like the fetish was just as niche and taboo now as it had always been, even though many people were now practicing age play in some form or another.

  In addition to the niche and taboo nature of the fetish, there was more going on here as well. As much as I loved the world of kink (or at least the parts of it I had seen) there seemed to be a big difference between what people were actually doing out there in the world and what they were saying they were doing - or at least what others were saying they were doing. There was plenty of misconception around what age players actually did, and what their motivations were.

  After reading a good chunk of the first book I had a look at the other two. They were both very master/slave orientated and I wondered if perhaps Daddy's interests lay more there, or if perhaps it was just hard for him to find a book that appeared to be talking about him and what he wanted. As what Daddy wanted appeared to be a hybrid of master/slave and daddy dom/baby girl dynamics.

  The books got a little boring after a while, as they didn't seem to quite fit my Daddy. After some time, I put them down, my head brimming with new information. I knew I had plenty to learn and would have to do so momentarily, but laying here naked after Daddy had used my mouth had been distracting. I was nude, and I could still taste him on my tongue. That made reading, even reading about sex, quite difficult. I wanted a moment to just reflect on what had happened, and perhaps to relieve the ache between my legs.

  I lay there, looking over my body, the body that was no longer really mine, and that belonged to Daddy. I reflected on what I had done, giving myself to this man who I really didn't know and thought about how crazy it was that I had decided to do this. I thought a lot about Daddy when he wasn't around and allowed myself to embrace all of those horny feelings that I felt. I let the feelings of heat and wanting wash over me as I let my hands wander over my smooth, soft skin. I imagined those hands were Daddy's hands and that he adored me just this much as I adored him. I imagined him touching me, not just roughly and using my body for his pleasure - which I also loved - but also softly and tenderly. Him touching me as if he really wanted me, as if he wanted every inch of my body.

  I imagined the tender roughness I wanted Daddy to employ when he touched me.

  It turned me on that he had used my mouth roughly for his own pleasure, and that he had so selfishly used me for his sexual gratification. I loved the idea of him doing that to me all over again. I loved the idea of him using me and teasing me and leaving me wanting. I loved the idea of being his little fuck toy. I was dying to be Daddy's little fuck toy.

  Daddy's little fuck toy. That was something I could get used to.

  As my fingers spread my glistening lips of my cunt and I touched the little nub of my clit, I let out a deep sign of relief at finally touching my tenderest parts. I had wanted this, needed this, for some time. I had wanted a man who would respect me but still use my body for his pleasure. I had wanted a gentleman who would refuse to be gentle. I had wanted so badly to have this man with his power and privilege to play with. He was a man who had everything, and now he would have me. I wanted to serve him, to please him.

  I imagined all the ways I could serve him, and imagined what he would like as I touched myself. I imagined what it would feel like to touch his body, to have him touch mine, where he would touch me. As I touched myself thinking about him, I imagined him touching me with his own hands where mine were. I imagined him rubbing me and getting me off with his own fingers. The more I thought about his touch, the more I became turned on. I bought myself to the brink of orgasm before I backed off, and slowed my fingers down.

  I had read in a number of places that often masters do not like their slaves to have orgasms without permission. I didn't want to do anything that my master wouldn't like, so I just teased myself a little more with my fingers, imagining him. I imagined that it was him teasing me, and not me teasing me. I would get myself close to the edge of orgasm, then I would back off. Then I would get myself close again, then I would back off.

  An endless cycle of getting myself achingly close to orgasm and backing off went on for around twenty minutes until he walked in and found me touching myself. Or at least that was what happened in my fantasies, even if it didn't happen in reality. Even if it didn't happen this time.

  Imagining him coming in and catching me turned me on, but not as much as it turned me on to imagine what he would do to me when he caught me touching myself for real.

  Would he punish me? Would I suffer from the dreaded spanking?

  My mind wandered to thoughts of my ass in the air and his firm hand hitting it. My mind went to what the rhythm would feel like, what it would be like to writhe under him, to wriggle on his lap. I thought about what it would feel like to have his hardness there again, so close to my wet, and ready pussy. I wondered how long he would spank me before the temptation to slip his fingers into my hungry pussy took over. I wondered if he would get the urge to get me off, or if he would just get the urge to rub my wet pussy and tease me. Perhaps he would order me not to cum even though his thrusting fingers were pushing me closer and closer to orgasm. Or maybe he would force me to cum against my will, and then the punishment once I did would be truly severe.

  My breath caught in my throat as the thought gripped me and I pulled my fingers away from my cunt, but it was too late. I was in the grips of a powerful orgasm. The orgasm that I had imagined myself having and hadn't wanted to have was here and my body was shuddering. I was moaning and biting down. Even as the waves of pleasure took me, I felt like a very naughty girl. I felt like I shouldn't have done that. That even touching myself to tease myself was too far.

  I surrendered. I let my body take over and retreated into my mind. I remembered his touch in my hair as he pulled it, the strength of his fingers as he controlled my head so he could face fuck me. As I imagined him face fucking me, more waves of orgasm gripped me.

  When the waves of orgasm started to ebb away, the guilt set in. I shouldn't have done that. Why had I done that? I had known when I had been playing that I shouldn't be playing, and that I shouldn't be cumming. I shouldn't have cum without permission and as I felt the guilt mounting, I thought about how stupid I had been. How could I have done that?

  The highs were high, but the lows were low and I couldn't quite snap myself out of it. These feelings were weird, and I wanted to run away. I wanted to surrender to this man, to give him my whole self, and the thought of that turned me on, bu
t it was something deeper than that as well.

  I wanted to surrender more. I wanted to give more of myself to him.

  So I did what any self-respecting woman does, I picked myself up off the bed where I had been playing alone and I walked straight back where I had come from, back to Daddy's office.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  I knocked before I entered Daddy's study, and even after I knocked, I knew I wanted to go in but held myself back for a few long moments before I knocked again, apparently he hadn't heard me the first time I knocked. Those first knocks had been quiet, tentative, a little scared. I was timid about what I was going to do. I wasn't going to just storm in there uninvited though, so my second knock was much more pronounced than the first, even though I felt timid as hell. When Daddy told me to come in though, I didn't waste a moment hesitating.

  Walking into Daddy's office this time, I was completely nude, unlike the last time. Daddy's reaction of course matched the nudity. He looked up at me when I entered and a wicked grin across his lips. Daddy was enjoying the sight of his naked slave and if I had any modesty, I would have blushed then. But, I didn't have any real modesty. I was loving the way he was looking at me. It made me giggle.

  "What are you giggling at, baby girl?" Daddy asked me, although he obviously knew quite well what I had been giggling at. Him checking me out, his eyes on my naked flesh.

  I shot him a smile before saying boldly, far more boldly than I actually felt, "the man I was just touching myself thinking about."

  Daddy's face fell. "You were touching yourself?" His reaction was just what I had expected - or at least, it was one of the scenarios I had expected.

  I nodded at Daddy to indicate that he was correct, yes. I was just touching myself, and what was he going to do about it?

  But he didn't do a thing. Daddy just looked at me for a long moment. There are people who have powerful presences, and Daddy was one of them. I sighed, and forced myself to look right at him. As defiant as I felt, I was sure he would appreciate that I wasn't shying away from potential punishment. I was there, and I was owning what I had done. If it made me a naughty girl, then fine. A naughty girl I would be.