“Damn, baby, your tits are perfect.” He groaned, grabbing them and kneading them in his hands as I pulled him closer to me. My nipples tingled with pleasure as he flicked them back and forth tugging them viciously between his fingertips.
He reached down between my legs, pushing my panties to the side. With another groan, he grabbed my ass in his hands as he pushed me up against the car. With a kind of herculean strength, he lifted me off of the ground, wrapping my legs about his waist demandingly.
I heard his zipper open, reverberating through the air and filling me with intense excitement. I gasped with surprise, my hips rotating towards him. Without warning, he pushed his enormous cock inside of me, stretching the walls of my pussy.
“Ayden,” I groaned loudly. I knew we’d likely be fucking before the night was over, but I never expected this. He filled me so completely I wanted to scream, my back arching and my ankles locking behind his back to keep him inside of me. Several people stopped on the street, staring as Ayden continued to thrust his cock inside me.
To hell with modesty, I thought as I felt him churn his big, thick cock deep inside me. He was so big he was stretching me to the hilt, my whole body swelling with the size of him. My lips felt as though they would split, stretching wider and wider. He filled me up like no man had ever done before. Thrusting in and out, I felt my orgasm shudder within me. Biting my lip to keep from screaming, I felt myself come harder than I ever had before. Ayden continued to pound my pussy vigorously gripping my ass so hard I felt as though he’d rip me in half. The car scraped against my back, tearing my flesh as I could feel blood trickling down my flesh.
He gave one final, quick thrust and came deep within me- groaning loudly as his orgasm tore through his own body. “God, Amber, you’re so fucking tight.” He moaned, his grip loosening on me slowly. He eased me down and slapped me hard on the ass, reddening the flesh before completely releasing me. People were still staring in amazement as I pulled my dress up to cover my breasts. Twisting and turning back into my own dress as he crossed the hood of the car.
I heard him get into the driver’s side of the car, turning the key as I finished getting myself in order. Ayden leaned over through the car and popped the passenger door open. “Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s go back to my place and really get to know each other.” He grinned at my astonished face.
As he turned to the gathering crowd, he gave a sweeping bow from his seated position. “Hope you all enjoyed the show tonight.”
Twenty Two
Amber
We drove for several miles going over the bridge into Long Island. The house was small, but charming.
As the car stopped, Ayden jumped out to hold the door open for me in the same old fashioned gesture that Ash always did.
“Thank you.” I smiled stepping from the car. My pussy still ached from the pounding he’d given me earlier.
He led me up the cobblestone walkway to the door. “I know it’s not much, but its home for now.” He smiled apologetically as he led me inside.
The tiny home was tastefully decorated, but painted in rather bland hues of beige. The couch was white leather offsetting the beige tones of the walls. Despite the warmth of the stone fireplace, the house felt sterile, like a hospital room. The paintings on the walls were of various landscapes. As I walked around the house, everything seemed so impersonal like it was merely a display home. Even the bedroom, which featured a king size bed, was made with surgical precision as if no one had ever actually slept in it. I felt strangely uneasy.
“Have you lived here long, Ayden?” Perhaps he’d just moved in, I thought. That would explain the sterile feeling.
He nodded. “About a year now. I moved out here from Chicago when my mother…” He trailed off.
I turned from the bed and looked at him. “When your mother what?”
“—overdosed. She was messed up for a long time. “His eyes glazed over as he glanced out the window.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” My heart ached for him. My own mother had recently passed away due to alcohol poisoning.
“No!” he replied sharply. “She was a fucking drug addict.”
“Oh,” I whispered.
He continued to stand staring out the window. Rain had just begun to fall. It pelted the roof loudly. “Ayden, may I use your restroom please?”
He gestured towards the small room off of the bedroom.
Locking the door behind me, I noticed how sparkling clean the bathroom was. There were two small hand towels lined up precisely next to each other on the silver towel rack. The bathroom was completely white. Just like the rest of the house, it was odor-free lacking scent of any kind. Quietly, I opened the medicine cabinet. There was one toothbrush in there barely touched. A bottle of cologne without a trace of its scent anywhere. There were several prescription bottles as well.
“Amber, are you okay in there?” He began to rattle the doorknob.
I quickly closed the cabinet and washed my hands. Again, the soap was scent-free.
How odd, I thought. There wasn’t any noticeable scent in the house anywhere.
“I’m fine. I’ll be out in a second.” I dried my hands on the towel next to the sink.
As soon as I unlocked the door, he pushed past me directly to the towel rack. He straightened the towel I’d used until each towel was precisely even.
I swallowed hard as I watched him. Why in the world was he doing that?
As I stood staring at the precision of everything in his house, Ayden slipped in behind me. He put his hands on my shoulders spinning me around. “You must think I’m mad, Amber.”
I shook my head. “No, I’ve just never seen someone so precise before. It’s just…different.”
He nodded with a smile. His smile made me feel more at ease. “You see, Amber, I grew up in chaos. My mother bounced us around from town to town from boyfriend to boyfriend. I never knew from one week to the next where I’d be living or where I’d be going to school. I suppose my affinity for neatness comes from my trying to make sense of it all.”
I laughed. “That’s a very enlightened view, Ayden.”
He waved his hands chuckling. “I’ve had a lot of therapy over the years, can’t you tell?”
His laughter filled me with relief. I’d started to think I’d wandered into a serial killer’s den. “I’m sorry you had so much trouble when you were young, Ayden.”
“I’m fine now. Water under the bridge, you know? Now let’s see, where did we leave off?” He swept me into his arms for a passionate kiss.
I melted against him as his mouth met mine. I’d never felt such a connection with a man before. He was strong and sensitive everything I’d ever wanted. I allowed him to do as he would with my body.
That night and many more to come….
For the first two years, Ayden was the most charming, loving man I could have ever imagined. He brought me roses nearly every day and whisked me off to weekends in a seaside cottage in Maine. Everything was magical those first few months. The sex was outrageous even bordering on obscene as Ayden slowly introduced me to his sexual proclivities, which included his desire for dominance.
I had always been submissive sexually, so his preference for dominance was a great match for me.
As Ayden started revealing more and more of himself to me, I began to notice a disturbing pattern. One that I was initially reluctant to see. Our scenes would begin hot and sexy and then quickly escalate into something darker….
Ayden’s strongest preference was for Daddy Dom/Little Girl play. It turned me on more than I thought it would. Ayden usually liked to buy me little sexy outfits himself, but tonight I thought I’d surprise him.
I donned the short dress I’d purchased from a fetish website for Ayden. It was a blue frilly little girl type dress that barely covered my ass. It came with tiny lacy panties and the top pushed my breasts up dramatically. I knew Ayden would love it. I wore lacy little girl socks with my five-inch stilettos.
“Is Daddy pleased with his Princess?” I asked, twirling my hair, which was fixed in low pigtails, around my fingers seductively.
“Very much!” Ayden assured me, taking two large steps closer before he swept me up into his arms. Ayden ran his hands up my long legs, palms running along the flesh heatedly. He couldn’t stop grinning, his gaze taking all of me in with wonder. “Oh, Amber, I’m so happy you’ve taken to this.” He said lowly.
“It’s Princess, remember, Daddy.” I reminded him, lowering my voice to sound even more girlish. I nodded at him, twirling the end of my pigtail around my finger and thrusting my breasts out at him beguilingly.
“Of course, Princess.” Ayden agreed as he smiled. He looked so unbelievably handsome with his dress shirt halfway unbuttoned a touch of his sparse chest hair showing. Like some male movie star that had somehow ended up in this apartment. “Come here and sit on my knee, Princess.” He invited, patting his knee and grinning at me.
I sashayed over to him and squatted on his knee, flipping the little skirt of my dress up as I lowered. Purposefully, I pressed my pussy against him, rolling my hips back so that he could feel it. I hoped he could feel how wet I was through my tight panties as well, soaking the inside of my thighs already so easily. I loved it when he got dominant with me. I loved when he slipped into his Daddy role.
“Daddy loves Princess’s breasts,” he said lowly, eyes on them and the way that they were popping out of the top of the dress. Ayden’s hands lifted so that they groped my breasts along with his words. He used both hands, lifting the weight of them and squeezing them between his fingers.
I squirmed on his lap as he tugged on my nipples through my dress until they tingled. Pulling and pinching at them until my little panties were even more soaked.
“You dirty little girl,” he moaned, dropping his hands from my chest and down. I couldn’t help it, gyrating on him like I was, and seeing him affected only made me want to do it even more. He groaned, rubbing his hands up my legs slowly.
“Daddy, I’ve been a naughty little girl. I think I need to be punished.” I pouted, looking at him from under my lashes. I rubbed my hand against his unshaven cheek, fingernails lightly scraping the skin.
“How so, Princess?”
“I haven’t reminded you to shave. Now you’re all scruffy.” I said, still with a pout. Even if secretly I was loving how sexy he looked after several days without shaving.
“No, you haven’t, Princess.” He agreed, tilting his head. “How shall I punish you?” He traced his fingers over my low cut dress, darting them in and out of my pushed up cleavage. Teasing me even further.
“Maybe make me feel your rough face against the soft skin of my sweet little pussy?”
He nodded, pulling me to him with a dark gleam in his eyes. The kind that promised me all kinds of earth shattering orgasms. “Not yet. First, I want you to rub that dirty, little cunt of yours. Slide your hand into your panties and show Daddy how you get yourself off. Once you come, soaking those panties... then I might lick that little pussy.” He promised, his voice heated and dark. My spine shivered in anticipation.
Eagerly, I slipped my hand into my panties, twisting my wrist to fit my full hand in. They were quite small on me and super tight, indenting the skin around them. My fingers slipped over my wet, aching pussy. Pushing against myself and using my panties as leverage as I circled my clit again and again with the tips of my fingers. I stared at Ayden, my breath panting unevenly. Ayden lifted his hands to squeeze my tits, prompting me to rub myself even more furiously. I split my fingers, still circling my clit with two and dipped my other three into my tight pussy, fucking myself in and out.
His eyes stayed locked on my body, watching my hips start lifting into my hands as those familiar pulsations tore through me. In no time, under his gaze, I felt myself coming hard and drenching the panties, I wore even further than I had already.
“Good girl. Now lick your fingers clean.” He instructed, his hooded eyes focusing on my lips.
Slowly I lifted my hand out of my panties and up to my mouth. With careful precision, I licked each finger clean, tasting my own salty sweetness, one at a time.
“Very good, Princess. Now take off those panties and get on your knees.”
I slipped off of his lap and down to the hard floor instantly, awaiting further instructions.
Ayden unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing, huge cock. The head was decorated with droplets of shining precum. I longed to lick it off, to pull him into my mouth and feel him against the back of my throat.
“Now, Princess, I want you to spread your fucking legs, pulling up your dress so Daddy can see your pussy.”
His voice moved through me like a heated wind, my hands wrapping around the hem of my dress so that I could lift the skirt of my dress like he had told me to. Spreading my legs wide, I squatted on the floor, aching to hold his cock. My heart thundered through my chest, eyes lifting up to him pleadingly. “May I suck your cock now, Daddy?” I asked in a small voice.
“Yes, Princess, you may. I want to hear you fucking gag on it.”
I smiled as I took his hard cock in my hand, opening my lips slowly so that I could fit them around the head of him. It was so huge and thick that it wasn’t easy. With each exhale, I swallowed a little bit more of him, slowly taking him into my mouth. Even more slowly, I took him all the way down my throat, gagging as I did so. My pussy was dripping wet as I licked the length of his shaft slowly, just like I knew he loved. Working my tongue up under the underside of him and rolling it along his veins.
“Good girl,” he murmured, grabbing the back of my head and thrusting his cock further into my mouth. I lapped at the precum at the tip of his cock, reveling in its sweet taste. My hand gripped the base of his cock as he held my head, steading myself for what I knew was coming.
With two short strokes, he began to drive himself deeper down my throat, working his pace and his thrust up with each new pass. I could scarcely breathe and tried to pull back. He only pushed my head down harder, holding me fast to his groin. I couldn’t scream the safe word and could barely moan. I started slapping at his thighs to get him to stop. I felt my eyes bugging out, as I couldn’t breathe. Panic began to set in as he kept face-fucking me.
Finally, he relaxed his hold on my head allowing me to remove my mouth. Saliva spilled from the corners of my mouth dripping onto my breasts.
“Ayden, that hurt! I couldn’t breathe!” I coughed falling back onto my ass.
“It’s Daddy to you, Amber. Now get back here and finish me off.”
I began to stand up. This wasn’t okay with me. He’d violated our rules.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going, Amber? Get on your fucking knees.”
“I couldn’t breathe, Ayden. That’s not part of our—”
He delivered a hard, stinging slap to my cheek spinning my head to the side. Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth.
“I said finish me, Amber.”
Stunned, I didn’t know what to do. Was he still playing in character? What was going on? He’d never struck me in anger before. Tears stinging my eyes, I turned away.
Immediately, Ayden wrapped his arms around me kissing my neck, breaking from character as he recognized my distress. “Daddy would never hurt Princess. Sometimes Daddy forgets how big his cock is. Just take it easy, Princess. I want you to swallow Daddy’s cum. That’s all.” Ayden softly rubbed my bruised cheek, looking contrite.
I swiped the blood from my mouth. Maybe I had been overreacting. He must’ve just been in play mode. Shaking, I took his cock back into my hand and began moving my mouth slowly up and down. I ran my tongue back and forth the length of his shaft taking the head into my mouth sucking it long and hard.
Ayden placed his hand atop my head, but didn’t face fuck me again. I could easily breathe now.
As he exploded in my mouth, I felt his come ea
sily slide down my throat. I relished the tangy sweetness of it.
“Good girl, Princess. Now Daddy will give you a reward.” Ayden stood me up and kissed me on the cheek.
“Amber, you look so fucking sexy in that dress,” he whispered, breaking character for a moment. He pulled me close kissing and biting my neck making me swoon with delight. This was the Ayden I loved.
Ayden pushed the short dress up and bent me over.
He stroked my ass softly with his palm. My pussy throbbed with need.
Ayden swiped his hard cock over my clit teasing it lightly. I pushed my hips back toward him.
“You like that, Amber? I want to be inside you,” he whispered. Wrapping his strong hands around my tiny waist, he pulled me back onto his cock.
I felt him sink deep inside me. I moaned loudly. He felt so good.
As Ayden churned his big cock inside me, I pressed my face down on the mattress. My eyes rolled back as I was in ecstasy. His cock pounded in and out causing my tits to jiggle uncontrollably. I felt my orgasm quickly approaching.
“I want to come in your mouth, Amber.” Ayden again addressed me by my name.
I loved it when he called me Princess, but sometimes it was nice to just be Amber to him. “Please do, Ayden.”
As my pussy pulsated hard around his cock, I felt Ayden swell even more. I knew he would be coming soon.
“Now, Amber!” he commanded. I spun around and threw my head back as thick ropes of white pearly come spurted from his cock into my mouth. Much of it splashed across my face.
With my fingers, I eagerly scooped it up and licked my fingers clean.
He looked down at me with a smirk on his handsome face. “God, you’re such a fucking cumslut. I love it.”
Twenty Three
Ash
Guiding my car down the long, spiraling private driveway to my father’s ancestral home in upstate New York, I held my breath. I just couldn’t shake the venomous words Debra had spat at me at my father’s funeral. I’d put this moment off for over eighteen months telling myself everything she’d said had been a lie.
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