by Angela Blake
I was beginning to feel so much heat inside. It was burning inside my gut and in my chest. Worst of all, the heat was exploding like a bomb between my legs.
“D-daddy!” I screamed as he began to suckle on my clit. Each time his mouth pressed down against it I’d feel a sudden jolt surge through my body, making me jerk and squirm. He seemed to like it though and he continued to lick and suck on my clit, making me moan even louder than before. As he did I would feel his hands roam across my body and it was like being a goddess, worshipped and touched in every way. It was like he hungered for my flesh and I wanted to give it all to him.
Suddenly, Dylan stopped.
“D-daddy why? Please, don’t stop now.”
“Are you ready to cum?” he asked.
I nodded. Even though I couldn’t see him I was sure he could see me. “Very much so, daddy.”
“You haven’t worked yet,” he said. “You haven’t earned the right to cum, baby. You need to satisfy daddy some more.”
I moved my head around, hoping I’d be facing wherever he was standing. “Please, daddy, I’m begging you. I want to cum. Please let me cum, daddy. I’ll work for it. I’ll do anything!”
He didn’t say a word but he did respond by undoing the knots keeping me tied down.
As soon as my hands and feet were free I rolled into a ball and stretched. I rubbed my wrists and tried to sit up but the strength had been drained out of me.
Dylan grabbed me by the hair and yanked me up to a sitting position.
“Baby, daddy needs you to get on all fours,” he commanded.
The moment of truth. I knelt and then got on all four. I wiggled my ass a little, hoping a little seduction would get my mind off the pain and shock that was coming shortly.
“Just relax, baby, daddy’s got you,” he said.
Slap!
I yelped as he suddenly slapped my ass. I bit down on my lip and reveled in the moment.
Slap! He slapped again and this time I felt my ass beginning to redden. My face flushed red as well in slight embarrassment but at this point it wasn’t like I could just get up and leave. I just kept my face downwards, hoping he wouldn’t notice my shame.
Fuck. I then felt the head of his cock press against the folds of my pussy. He slid it playfully through the folds, toying with my pussy lips as he grabbed a hold of my waist with both his hands.
When he thrust I felt my whole body tense and I tried to scream but I ended up moaning out in pleasure instead. A chill went down my spine as I felt the girth of his cock part the walls of my vagina and penetrate through inside of me.
I lost my breath and I struggled to keep conscious as I felt my whole body begin to rock back and forth as Dylan took me. My mouth gaped open as I moaned and I could feel him squeezing tight on my waist as his rhythm increased and his cock pushed in deeper and faster.
All sense of time vanished as I rocked and moaned. The only sensation was that of lust building inside me as Dylan took me.
He then pumped in faster, jerking into my flesh, and it was only then that I realized he was getting to blow his load and for a fleeting second I was worried he was going to spill his seed inside me. Fortunately, he pulled out just at the last second and yanked me by the hair. He pulled my face so it would be under him and I instinctively opened my mouth and caught his cum. It spilled like a warm bath all over my face and I swallowed as much as I could.
Finally he removed the blindfold. When I opened my eyes and looked at him, I found Dylan stroking his cock and smiling down at me.
“Good girl,” he praised me as he caressed my face. “Not once did you use the safe word. I think you were enjoying being my little fuck slut tonight.”
“Oh daddy,” I said as I moved forward and licked the length of his cock. “I loved it.”
He then bent down and gave me a kiss on the forehead, “Did I hurt you? I was pretty rough while kidnapping you and I slapped you a few times.”
I shook my head. “No, daddy, I promise. It was even more exhilarating as I thought it would be.”
Dylan laughed and he brushed his fingers through my hair. “Baby girl, this is still a very light session. I haven’t done anything with you yet. I just wanted to fuck you and let you bask in the moment of losing your virginity.”
He then sat down beside me and for the first time I got a look at the room we were in. The bed was a beautiful king-sized thing of beauty and it even had silk curtains hanging from the bed posts. The room itself had several drawers which he had kept open, allowing me to see what he had stored in them. Each drawer had a set of different kinds of sex toys and accessories. I saw furry handcuffs, mouth gags, blindfolds, vibrators, all kinds of dildos, straps and more. The walls had sections where a chain could be locked in and I even saw a table and a collection of whips and flogging toys.
“Why didn’t you use any of these on me?” I just had to ask.
He wrapped a blanket around me and hugged me as he answered, “I wanted to focus solely on your surrender. Losing your virginity happens only once and I wanted it to be an event you’ll never forget. All of these toys can come later, during a much more intense session.”
“So am I a true submissive now, daddy?” I pondered what that meant in such a unique relationship such as this.
Dylan shook his head, “Not yet. I haven’t broken you yet, baby. I will though, very soon. There is one thing you do need to remember when it comes to a BDSM relationship.”
“What’s that, daddy?”
“That even though I am the dom and you are the sub, it is still a give-and-take relationship. It is about you satisfying my desires to own you and me satisfying your desires to be dominated. We are both pleasing each other, with or without the sex. There’s respect and a line that we mustn’t cross.”
That was honestly a lot deeper than what I expected.
“Thank you, daddy,” was all I could say.
He gave me a hug and we sat there in silence, just reveling in the moment. I shut my eyes and rested my head on his chest. I had finally jumped the fence and was no longer a virgin. Dylan was right too - this was a night I would never forget. It wasn’t just two people sneaking home while the parents were out or two strangers banging after getting drunk in a bar. This was a much more intimate instance. I gave everything to him and he took me.
Unfortunately, I didn’t get to explore the rest of his home. He said it would be better to just bring me back for a real tour some other time. On our way to his car I did get a glimpse and noticed he lived in a giant manor, one that bore a modern design with a lot of glass instead of old wood furniture.
When he drove me home all I could think of was that feeling Dylan gave me. Even in the car and in my room all I could think of was how I felt while getting fucked. All I could think of was the taste of his cock and how his cum felt so warm and so good on my face. I remembered how he pleased me and teased me with his tongue and how he played with my pussy.
I completely forgot about the door and luckily it was left unlocked. When Ysa and Matt got back they didn’t realize I had left. Dylan had been long gone by then, back to his home. They probably thought I was asleep. I was just in my room, with my fingers between my legs playing with my pussy, and I fell asleep listening to them fucking in the other room.
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WICKED BILLIONAIRE
Chapter One
Kayla woke to the smell of coffee brewing. She yawned and stretched before sitting herself up to look around. The room was a mess and the bed even more so but she expected no less given she and Dean were all over the place, getting drunk and having sex.
“Dean?” she called out as she tiptoed around the room, naked, looking for her clothes. She found her panties underneath the bed and immediately put them on but had trouble looking for her jeans and shirt. Ready to walk out she just settled with one of his shirts, black and well oversized for her.
She called out again as she opened the bedroom door and peaked out into the hallway. How does
he live out here all alone? She thought to herself. It was a question she had been asking all week, ever since she met him at the club.
A smile broke across her face when she recalled the first time he came up to her. She was wearing a white, backless mini-dress and had her blonde hair tied up, exposing her neck and the looped earrings she got from Christmas. Dean walked up to her and handed her a bottle of beer, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice with the booming sound of the club’s music.
“I ordered two drinks but I can only drink one,” he said as he approached her. “Maybe you could help me finish the other?”
It was cute and obviously just a pickup line but Kayla liked the effort. She took him up on the offer and accepted the drink. They ended up dancing the whole night together and she got so drunk she couldn’t remember how she ended up in his car. She did remember the shock when he pulled her in close and began kissing her. At first she wanted him to stop but then the pressure of his body against hers was overwhelming. She felt warm and soon her whole body was anxious for more. In the end, she was the one who took off her clothes and allowed him to take over.
Dean then took her to his home and it was only then she discovered he wasn’t just some guy looking for pussy in the club. He was Dean Marshall, the richest real estate mogul this side of the country. His house was big enough to fit her whole apartment compound. He even had a private gym, swimming pool, two basements filled with tables and games for parties and he had a personal gaming room as well.
The only problem was that Dean lived all alone. A quick search online and she read he lost both parents at a young age – his mother died of cancer and his father died a year later in a skiing accident. He had no close relatives, no siblings and not even a dog or cat to keep him company.
Instead, he was just out of the house all the time, burying himself in work or getting drunk to screw random girls. Kayla knew she was just a random girl but for the past week she had managed to keep his attention – and his cock – entirely on her.
“Dean?” she called out one more time as she tiptoed across the living room, a large circular area of the house with black leather couches and a large 4K Ultra HD television mounted on the wall.
“In here,” he answered. His voice was coming from the kitchen and she quickly headed in that direction.
The kitchen could be a hotel room with how big it was and how complete it was. There was a TV mounted on the wall and there was even a recliner and couch. At one corner was a bar section and she found Dean, clad only in his briefs, standing by an espresso machine making two cups of coffee.
“You woke up early again,” she told him as she walked up behind him and gave a hug.
His hand traced across her arms and he said, “Sorry about that. I had to get online and file a few documents. Want some coffee? I made some cappuccino.”
Kayla let go of him, stepped up to his side and took a cup. After taking a sip she smiled and rested her head on his arm.
“You’re in a good mood,” he said. “By the way, you sure it’s okay you’re staying here this long? You sure no one’s looking for you?”
“Why, you want to kick me out?” she asked in response, half-jokingly and half serious.
Dean laughed and then clarified, “No, I didn’t mean it like that. I just don’t want someone breaking down my doors thinking I kidnapped you or something.”
“Oh, but you did kidnap me,” she said in a low, seductive tone. “You got me drunk and then fucked me ‘till I couldn’t walk. Then you kept me here in your castle to fuck me again.”
They both laughed but Kayla realized her joke was somewhat true.
“You little kinky girl,” he remarked before taking a drink of his coffee. “Maybe I should make that a reality.”
“You’re such an evil schemer,” she replied.
“Got to live up to my reputation,” he then told her. “By the way, I do have to go today. I’ve a few appointments I need to attend for work and all. Can I leave you here?”
Kayla shrugged, “I don’t have work until next month.”
“I don’t even know what you’re work is,” he then said. “For all I know you might be a hooker or a porn star.”
“What I do is none of your business,” she told him with a sly look on her face. “The only thing you should care about is what we do together.”
He pulled her in closer and gave her a kiss on the cheek, “You’re adorable when you’re being slutty.”
“No, you just like sluts in general,” she corrected him. “And for your information, I’m not a slut. Just because I like sleeping with you it doesn’t mean I’ll open my legs for just about anybody.”
“Not anybody but those with deep pockets?”
She punched him in the gut, “First you call me a slut now you call me a whore. Shut the fuck up. I never asked money from you.”
Dean laughed loudly and kissed her repeatedly on the forehead and lips before saying “I know. I just like messing with you. Feel free to do whatever in the house. You get hungry just order something and bill it to my name or whatever.”
“Will you be long?”
He shrugged, “I don’t know. I’ll be back before dinner.”
“If you do get back early I might tell you a bit more about my work,” she said, again in a seductive tone. “Who knows, maybe I am a porn star.”
Kayla laughed and Dean gave her pat on the ass. They settled for pancakes and bananas for breakfast. They didn’t have to wait for each other and Dean headed back to the room to get dressed while Kayla finished her meal.
Mere minutes later Dean was gone and Kayla once again found herself alone in his mansion. Of course, that didn’t mean she’d just stay there. After she finished eating she took a shower and quickly turned to her phone. Fortunately, her friend Sofia was online.
“You free?” Kayla messaged her.
“Yup,” her friend replied.
Kayla smiled and typed in “Good. Let’s meet at the usual place. See yah in thirty.”
“K,” was all Sofia replied.
Kayla wasted no time after and started getting ready. She settled for a pair of denim shorts Dean bought for her the day before as well as a pink tank top. It kind of made her feel exposed but she liked it too. She loved feeling wanted and sexy. When she was ready, Kayla took the house and gate keys from Dean’s drawer, as well as her car keys, and left the house.
Chapter Two
“No fucking way,” Sofia said with a wide, shocked expression on her face. She and Kayla were in the parking lot, seated on the curb right in front of Kayla’s old car.
Kayla took a bit off a big chunk from the hotdog she was holding. She chewed for a minute and nodded back at Sofia.
“You slept with Dean Marshall?” Sofia still couldn’t believe. “Okay, now you’re officially a slut. I just got to say it.”
“Fuck you,” Kayla answered as soon as she swallowed.
Sofia gave her a look as if she was stating an obvious fact, “Come on, you know how he is. He basically invented the art of being a man-whore. He’s slept with every bitch that would spread her legs for him.”
“So you’re comparing me to Katie and Jessica now?” Kayla asked before she took another bite.
Her friend sipped some of her soft drinks and then shook her head as she replied, “You’re nothing like those sleazy whores.”
“You just said I’m officially a slut for sleeping with Dean Marshall. Katie and Jessica did too so you’re saying I’m in the same boat as they are,” Kayla explained.
“Okay, I didn’t mean it like that,” Sofia tried to clarify. “I just mean, it’s kind of a weird idea to just go with Dean. You know he’s going to dump you tomorrow for someone else, if he hasn’t already.”
Kayla nodded and finished her hotdog, “I know. I got a few tricks up my sleeve though to make sure he stays around.”
“Oh don’t give me that good pussy, bad pussy bullshit from Game of Thrones,” Sofia groaned.
“That was such a horrible line of dialogue,” Kayla agreed, “but don’t worry. I got something really juicy for him. He’ll never let me go.”
Sofia looked at her friend with a wicked smile on her face, “You’re a naughty little bitch. Tell me what you got in mind. Tell me everything.”
“Well, let’s just accept the fact that we know he’s probably cheating on me right this very instant,” Kayla first pointed out. “He’s probably screwing his secretary, thinking I’m doing whatever in his bedroom.”
“That’s a given,” Sofia replied. “I don’t think Dean can survive five minutes without banging some poor slut.”
Kayla smiled back and then continued, “Well, I’m going to make sure I’m the only girl he needs. I’ve been thinking of all the girls we know he’s been with before so I kind of have this idea of what Dean’s ideal girl is. The kind of girl he always fantasizes about?”
“So you know his type, that ain’t going to help if you don’t fit into the category,” Sofia stated.
“Fortunately, I do,” Kayla said. “He seems to have a thing for short, blonde girls. I also noticed he likes girls that don’t just lay on the bed and spread their legs.”
Sofia didn’t get it.
“He likes girls that know how to fuck,” Kayla explained. “I mean, come on. Katie, Jessica, that girl who works at IHOP?”
“You too,” Sofia told her. She then flicked out her tongue and gave Kayla a wink. “I know you got some moves.”
Kayla punched her friend lightly on the shoulder, “Shut up. Anyway, my point is I know what he wants. I’m going to give it to him. I’m going to over feed his lust until it boils over him.”
“How? If he gets horny all he has to do is walk out the door and any girl would spread their legs for him.”
“I don’t need his money,” Kayla stated. “There’s the biggest difference. I’m not fucking him for cash. He doesn’t have to pay me to fuck me. He won’t need to pay my rent, my bills, or anything for that matter. I’m not fucking him because I need to. I’m fucking him because I want to and I’m going to make sure he gets that.”