He gently pulled me out of the hug, and looked into my eyes. “Me too. I’ve been waiting for a special little girl like you to come into my life, and there you were, under my eye all along.”
I smiled at him. “Thank you for saying all these nice things to me, Daddy.”
He stroked my hair. “You’re being so good, Audrina. Do you like being rewarded for your good behavior?”
“I do, Daddy.”
He returned my smile. “Then why don’t we go to my room. But first–”
I let him pull me up and set me on the ground like a life size doll, then he walked away from me.
“Take off your dress, then don’t move,” he commanded.
Yes, let him see every inch of me. With one motion, I slipped it off and let it crumple to the floor. I shivered, feeling the cool air nip at my skin. And then I stood still, which sucked, since all I wanted to do was turn around and see what he was doing. No one else had ever or could ever have this effect on me. Bradford was special. I’d stay still for him.
He walked back over, and stood in front of me, holding something in his hands. His eyes scanned me up and down. “Very nice, just like Daddy asked.”
He pinched one attention-starved nipple, and took the other one in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, and biting occasionally. I lolled my head back. The sensation in my tits was shooting a dart of pleasure straight to my cunt. God, I wanted to cum so badly.
“You taste delicious baby.”
I blushed. “Thank you.”
He let go, then presented his hand that was holding something, up to my line of vision. He said, “Since you’ve been so sweet and submissive, let’s see how you do with this.”
It was black, more ropes? My nipples got hard again at the thought. Then he unwound it. Unbuckled it. And brought it to my neck. A collar?
I gasped. I wanted to be a good girl, but didn’t know if I could handle this. I started squirming as he lifted my hair out of the way, and buckled me into it. The leather was soft against my skin. He tightened it so that it was snug, but not uncomfortable around my neck. Still, unable to stop myself, I blurted. “Daddy I don’t know about that. It’s a little scary.”
He stroked my hair. “Ah baby, don’t you worry. You can trust me. I won’t hurt you, I promise. This will make me a very happy man. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
I did believe him, since he seemed to know what he was doing with all this bondage stuff. Maybe he didn’t do it to his troubled teens but he had definitely been doing this with other women. The thought steeled me, like I wanted to be as good as them. Staring straight into his eyes, I nodded.
“That’s a girl.”
With that, he hooked a nylon rope, no, I should call it by its name, a leash to my neck collar. Holy shit, this was happening. I couldn’t deny it though, I was turned on as fuck. My wetness had smeared all over my thighs. I remembered him calling me “pet”. I bet if I was good, he would treat his little pet nicely.
He yanked lightly. “Come on honey. Walk beside me like normal.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Holding his end of the leash, he led me upstairs. His room was in the opposite direction of mine, and the last door at the end of the hallway. He opened it up to a room the size of a ballroom, with his massive, dark wood four poster bed being the center of the attraction. He had it on a platform, almost a stage. Damn, he took sleep time very seriously.
He pulled me toward it, and when we reached the couple of stairs, he stopped. “On your knees, and climb up.”
Fuck, I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I dropped down, and started crawling. Humiliating. But goddamn it, then why was I getting wetter than ever?
As I neared the bed, he wrapped the length of the leash around his hand, drawing me closer to him. “Good girl, stop there. You’ve been following instructions so sweetly. You deserve a reward. How would you like to taste Daddy’s cock?”
I heard the clink of his belt.
I nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, so badly.”
He grinned, then unzipped his suit trousers. The sound sent a shiver down my spine. Finally, I’d see it. He pulled out his cock, a mammoth eight inch monster, throbbing and veiny. There was a creamy globule of pre-cum glistening on the tip. He yanked on the collar, thrusting my neck upward toward his dick.
“Open up, baby.”
I did as I was told, my tongue stretching out to meet him. Finally he brought me close enough, and I licked off every drop of his pre-cum. Then I took him fully in my mouth, stretching it wide to make room for him. His hands were in my hair, gently, and he was moaning with satisfaction. Hearing him enjoy my head was getting me so horny. I wanted to do a good job for him.
I used both hands to rub his slimy mass along with my mouth, and he grunted with approval. He tightened his grip on my hair, and started guiding me faster, harder along his cock. His other hand was pulling the collar so that every second was controlled by him. The tip of his dick was hitting the back of my throat, and my saliva was dripping down my mouth. Now I was moaning too, while he fucked my mouth.
He pulled my hair all the way back, his cock popping out of my mouth.
“Very nice, baby. You pleased me, so I’m going to please you.”
He lifted the leash, and I stood with it, almost losing my balance on the way up.
My mouth was slathered in salvia. “Thank you, Daddy.
He kissed me, caressed my cheek, and then turned me around. His huge body was now hugging me from behind, and it felt so safe, so comforting. I could melt into him right now. He put some weight on the leash so that my head rolled back, which was nice since it nestled into his shoulder. His other wandering hand found the sopping wet area between my legs. He drew one finger up and down the slit, without pushing it in. I moaned at the tease, his gentle touch driving me crazy. Then he rested it on my clit, and began rubbing that fleshy nub, all gooey from my juices. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as electricity seemed to spark all over my body. Oh shit, I might come right now.
As he rubbed, I asked, “Daddy, can I come?”
His voice was stern. “No. You’ll come when I say you can come.”
Fuck. Being told not to come was turning me on even more. His fingers kept circling my clit, and I was bucking against him, trying so hard to keep from letting it all go.
His voice was in my ear, chastising. “Ah, ah, ah. No cumming little girl.”
“Please. Please fuck me. Fuck me and let me come.”
He kissed my cheek. “Oh, you asked so nicely. What a sweet girl I have.”
He released me at once. Then, he sat on the bed, and pulled the leash over so that I was forced next to him. He stripped off his clothes, and his eyes told me not to move a muscle. No problem, I was enjoying the show. I can’t believe I ever called him an old man, Bradford was jacked. He had a manly patch of dark hair on his chest, and well defined muscles all over his body. My incredible fucking hulk.
With his pants off, his basilisk cock looked even bigger, if that was possible.
“Lie on your back, and spread your legs as wide as you can, honey.”
I nodded, and pulled my legs apart. I could feel my swollen pussy all hot and aching for him. He studied me there a moment.
“You’ve grown so much in one day. Such a beautiful, good girl.”
I smiled, I couldn’t help it. He was the sexiest man I’d ever seen, and I loved seeing him taking in my body, my pussy spread open for him.
He leaned over me, and tapped his cock against my slippery clit, setting it on fire again. I squirmed, anticipating his cock. Finally, he pushed his whole throbbing member into me at once, causing me to cry out. It was the most amazing feeling in the world.
“Sweet girl, you feel so good. A perfect fit for me. Look.”
He yanked up on the leash, and my head came up, like I was doing a crunch. And I could see, watch him entering me. I couldn’t take my eyes off his fat cock burrowing into me over and over, my pussy swallowing him
whole.
I moaned,“Your cock feels incredible, Daddy.”
He started slow as I watched, then rammed me so hard it felt like he was trying to impale me. Then he leaned over, on top of me, and I felt his pubic bone brushing against my clit with each thrust. His rhythmic movements against that sensitive nub was getting me close again.
He whispered into my ear, “I want you to come now. Come for me baby.”
Those words. That command. He kept slamming his cock into me relentlessly, the wetness down there so intense, his tongue in my ear now. Oh my god, I was going to.
“Yes Daddy, yes!”
I contorted as the waves of bliss shot through my body, sending my pussy into my spasms. I clutched his arms as I cried, and the pleasure continued to roll over me.
He smiled down at me. “Who do you belong to, baby?”
In between gasps, I managed. “You, Daddy. I’m all yours.”
He kissed my forehead. “Very good. I’m going to need you to come again.”
I nodded. I had it in me. I had been horny for hours, just waiting for this. He ripped his dick out of me, then flipped me over.
“Touch yourself with your pretty little fingers, my sweet girl.”
No need to be asked twice. I squirmed to get my hands in position, and massaged my swollen clit in a circular motion. It was so tender from just cumming, but I knew I could do it again.
His thick cock barged back into me, making squelching noises on its entry. I shivered all over at feeling so full again. As I worked myself, my fingertips brushed against the length of his wet shaft. He started slow, letting my fingers drag against him.
A wandering hand grabbed my sore ass, then I felt his thumb press at the gates of my anus. Yes, yes please. A ripple of pleasure shot through me. I knew what to do this time. Even while he was thrusting into me, I let myself relax, and open up to him. His thumb slipped inside, making me feel so full. I moaned loudly.
I could hear the smile in his voice. “Good girl. Let Daddy in.”
Full of his cock and thick finger, I was getting close to coming again, soon. He drilled his dick into me, harder than ever now. His breathing and my moans were getting louder, in sync with each thrust. He yanked up on the collar, and the tension around my neck increasing every wave of pleasure from his cock, my hands.
“That’s right baby, keep rubbing, come for me.”
It was harder to breathe, but somehow that was heightening all the tingling sensations between my legs.
He spanked my ass, hard, then groaned. “Daddy’s going to come inside you now.”
I choked out, “Yes, fill me up!”
Then my whole body exploded like I was being throttled by waves of ecstasy. I screamed, shutting my eyes and letting go completely. Then a second later, Bradford groaned louder than ever, and a stream of hot liquid shot into my pussy. Another wave of pleasure rocked my body, and I was crying out uncontrollably. My spasming muscles milked him, getting every last drop of semen out of him until it spilled out, my tunnel already at capacity.
He collapsed on top of me, and didn’t remove his cock. My fingers could feel the cum seeping out against my thighs. His face close to mine, I could feel his warm breath.
He tucked a lock of my matted, sweaty hair behind my ear, and kissed my cheek. His other hand absently played with my breast, and my body tingled all over again.
He whispered, “Audrina, baby, there’s so much more I want to show you.”
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“Seized by the CEO: a sexy submissive interview story”
It was just me and Mr. Archer. The room seemed to be growing hotter and hotter. I wished I could take off my jacket.
He turned away from me suddenly, stalking back toward the windows, and put one hand on the glass. Was I supposed to follow him? Stay in place? I had no idea what to do. But he looked so stately like that – what a perfect photo it would have been. He began, “So, Ms. Bowen. Lela. What equipment have you brought with you?”
I loved the way he said my first name. I wanted to get drunk on that voice. Plus, this question I could answer. Photography was my domain. “My SLR camera, a couple lenses for portraiture. A tripod of course.”
Still turned away from me, he said, “What are you waiting for? Set it up. Let’s take some test shots.”
Him not facing me was unnerving. When would he turn around? Regardless, I squatted down and began opening the contents of my bag. Finally, he turned and walked over to a spot along the edge of his desk. My heart leaped upon realizing that at his position he could catch a glimpse of what was under my skirt. My eyes darted up to his gorgeous green ones, and I caught him staring in a straight line to my crotch. He didn’t even try to hide it, he was looking straight at my panties, maybe even at the wet spot from earlier.
What surprised me was that I didn’t shift my legs to try and cover up. In fact, I parted them just an inch more. Look at me, Mr. Archer. This is what you wanted to see, isn’t it? My fantasies on the bus plus this hunk of a CEO were making me act out of my mind. This wasn’t who I was, usually, but right now, I wanted him to be looking at my panties and fantasizing about the tender flesh underneath them.
I stared back down at my camera bag, feeling like I could melt under the intensity of his gaze. The room was sweltering. In between screwing on a lens, I wiped a bead of sweat from my forehead.
His voice rang out, slow and confident. “Ms. Bowen, you can take off your jacket. We can be casual here, despite appearances. I’d like you to be nice and comfortable.”
He glared at me, as though it wasn’t a suggestion. It was a command. He wanted me to undress. Oh god. I took a deep breath. Keep it together, Lela. You’re here for an interview. Stop projecting your fantasies onto this man.
I nodded. He’d already seen my panties, which I practically served him on a golden platter. Why not my bra too?
Still from the floor, I slipped off my jacket, one arm at a time and dropped it on the floor next to me. His eyes widened for a split second, as if he couldn’t believe his luck at being able to see right through my shirt. And the show didn’t stop there. I noticed that the top button I had previously buttoned had come undone, so my cleavage was peaking through the top. Mr. Archer was getting a show and he was loving it. Watching him watch me was getting me hornier still. Couldn’t he just stride over here and rip this blouse off me?
He smiled at me. “Mmm, that’s better isn’t it?”
My breath caught in my chest. His voice was killing me. I felt powerless to it, like I would do anything he asked. But, not now Lela. I had to take professional test shots, and I had to crush this evaluation. I finished setting up my camera, and stood up, noticeably bouncing. That I couldn’t help. I may have been petite all over but I was blessed with these full, natural Cs. The snug bra only pushed them up further.
“I’m yours to command, Ms. Bowen,” he said, arms out, putting on a false pretense of obsequiousness.
Clearing my throat, I said in my best authoritarian voice, “Stand in that corner please. It has the best light.”
He walked over to the spot as instructed. It felt good to boss him around. What else would he do?
“Now cross your arms.”
He did so.
I continued, “And look at me.”
His grinned, deviously. “As if I could look anywhere else.”
Oh God, I couldn’t believe he just said that. But still, he kept glancing at my chest. Only one chance. I’d take it. “Well, at the camera, if you please. Try not to let your eyes wander.”
His wicked grin stayed planted on his face. It worked. “That might be difficult. I’m sure you understand.”
What was I trying to start here? I had to reign myself in. I spoke in my most professional voice. “Let’s begin. I’m going to take a series of shots, where I’ll have you stand in a couple different positions.”
I bent behind the camera and started clicking. He followed my instructions and looked into the lens, but his face never dropped his greedy stare, like his appetite for whatever was behind the camera was insatiable.
After a couple poses, he broke away and strutted up behind me to review the shots. I hadn’t indicated that I’d finished, but apparently he’d had enough. Nothing I could say to counter that. He was standing so close to me now, I could smell his intoxicating, fresh scent. I wanted to lean in closer, but I retained my composure, on the outside anyway. I shifted my legs and felt the wetness in between them. Shit. It was starting again.
“Show me,” he commanded.
I switched the camera to review mode, and without warning, he put his finger on top of mine, against the camera’s buttons. Fuck, he was touching me. Just a finger, but it felt like he had placed his finger on my clit, it was so sensual. I could feel his hot breath against my neck, and I stiffened, trying to steady myself from melting into a puddle right there.
His finger applied pressure, pushing the button to scroll from the next photo to the next. Click, click. Each photograph reflected the reality of our session, the absolute hunger in his eyes, like he wanted to devour me whole. I should say something.
But before I could, his voice prickled in my ear. “Do you know why I brought you in here today?”
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