ROMANCE: Badass Boss (Billionaire Alpha Bad Boy Romance) (Western Mail Order Bride Calendar Contemporary) (47 page)
Authors: Susan Fleming
Chapter 8
Daddy’s Little Girl
When I entered the room, Kendal was already there, blindfolded. The room looked like an office turned into a torture cell, but luxurious and comfortable. Fran was waiting outside the door, in case I needed help or anything. I told her to undress the girl completely, then secure her blindfold. I went to the bathroom to undress while Fran undressed Kendal, and left before I came out.
My semi hard cock immediately jumped up the moment I glanced at Kendal’s freshly shaved pussy. Tight, closed, pink, and virgin. I knew she had never had a boyfriend so she was all virgin and all mine. So beautiful, innocent, small, and naive, yet so erotic at the same time.
There was a bar stool and I placed it in front of her, forcing her to get on her stomach on it. There was rope on a table on the side. I tied her legs and hands behind her and then ran the rope through a ring hanging from the ceiling, into a little pulley. I rotated the level until Kendal’s weight was firmly supported by the ring and the stool was providing support to her stomach.
Once she was in position, relaxed and all, I found myself ready. Here’s what went by then.
I feel blood rush into my cock. I pick up a whip from the table and walk toward Kendal. She opens her lips as my cock touches them. She takes half of it in. I feel her soft lips, her hot breath, her wet mouth rubbing against every bit of my stiff cock. I push it all the way in. She gags. I whip her, and then push right back in, she gags again, I whip again. By then she has a good idea that if she gags, she gets whipped. She stops gagging, and I fuck her mouth as she hangs in the air. I come inside her mouth. She spits it out but I cup my hand and collect my juice.
“Eat it,” I order her. She shakes her head. I whip her hard. I know she is too proud and she will not give in. She will not let me see her break, but I am determined to break her. She eats all my cum from my hands.
I untie her then. I get a leash and put it around her neck. I order her to get on her knees. I am going to take her from the back first.
She gets on her knees. I plant myself behind her. I don’t use any lube. I rub the Falcon’s head against her tight little ass hole. With a spanking paddle in my hand, I spank her hard. She makes a small noise. It has turned into a game of pride now. I am going to teach her a lesson now.
Finally, with one swift thrust, I push all the way into her ass. She breaks. She screams in agony and crawls forward until my cock is out of her ass. I spank her hard.
“Get back here!” I order her as I pull the leash. She crawls back. I position my cock so that it enters her again as she crawls back. She stops. I spank her again until she slowly takes it all back in. Then I fuck the shit out of her. All the things that I have been wanting to do, all the rough sex that I have been craving, I am going to get it all tonight. There is some blood but I don’t stop. I thrust all the way in and stop. Her body twitches and she writhes slightly.
“Do not move,” I tell her.
Then I pin her to the ground and spread her legs and begin fucking her again. I know I am too big for her, but she deserves every bit of this pain. I pull out slowly then thrust back in, all the way out and all the way in, until I am ready to come. Her ass cheeks are red as tomatoes from all the spanking. I fuck her until I come, and shoot jets of hot cum inside her ass. Then I pull out and collapse on top of her, kissing her on the nape of her neck. We lie there for a few minutes until we catch our breath.
Now is the time to take her virginity. I take her to bed and tie her hands behind her, on the frame of the bed. I spread her legs wide and tie each of them at each end of the foot of the bed. I crawl between her legs and begin eating her tight little cunt, my tongue sliding in and out of it.
I take two paper clips from the table. I suck her nipples, her perky boobs. She moans when I bite on her tits. I put a paper click on each of her tits and she screams.
“Stop, please,” she says.
“Not so easy,” I say as I see her resolve break. She goes red in the face. Then I pull off the paper clips and she screams again. Her tits are swollen red. I soothe them with my mouth. I kiss her on the neck, on the chin, on her cheeks and forehead, and finally her mouth. She resists slightly at first but then she gives in as her tongue enters my mouth, and I know she is ready.
I want her to enjoy this now. I take the poppers from the table and place them under her nose. She gets hornier with each sniff. I begin rubbing the tip of my cock on her cunt until she gives in and begs me.
“Fuck me,” she says, “please!”
“Now you want it, you dirty little bitch.” I say.
I wrap my arms around her and slowly force my cock in. The lips of her pussy part as far as they can, and my throbbing cock forces them apart further as it makes its way in. She moans, with a mix of pleasure and pain, as she wants and not wants it at the same time. I am almost half way in and then I thrust all the way in and she screams again.
Then I take the ball gag to shut her trap. I want to fuck her, uninterrupted by her screams. The pussy that I am finally getting is way better than that of my wife, to be honest. So tight and small, yet so daring and unyielding, like the bitch it belongs to.
I fuck her and stop when I am about to come. Then I start fucking her again and she orgasms, but I continue fucking her. She can’t stop me, even though I can tell she wants to.
I stop to catch my breath and then begin fucking her again, and I don’t stop until I explode inside her like a volcano. I shoot more juice in her than I have ever shot before; so much that for a moment I am afraid she might get pregnant. She feels my juices inside her pussy, her breaths get faster, she orgasms again, with me this time, and then relaxes as I relax.
I remove the gag then. With my cock still inside her, all the way in, I fondle her and caress her breasts, run my finger through her sides, and then grabbing her by the waist, force my still hard cock all the way inside her again.
And, whilst still inside her, I remove her blindfold. She squints her eyes. I can see her mascara running down. Then she opens her eyes, finally. First, she squints, as my face zooms into view. Then, after a moment, relaxes and smiles.
“Dad?” she says. And I know our relationship has made progress as my step daughter and I have a secret of our own. Her eyes sparkle and I know she can’t wait to get her chunk out of the $80 thousand bid. And I know she is definitely getting that Mercedes she wants for her birthday.
I leave her tied to the bed and make my way back to the airport. When I get home, I crawl into bed with my sleeping wife, put my arm around her, and sleep more satisfied than I have slept in months.
This deliciously dirty story is a part of Susan Fleming’s super-charged, highly lewd collection of love and lust, written in 2015. Those who attempt to steal any part of this goldmine and take it as their own risk being a fiery, hot death from a hunk bearing copyright notices—and she’s not about to play with you.
This is a work of fiction—although we wish that people like this really existed, it’s nothing more than a figment of a very, very overactive imagination. Any resemblance to someone you know, a place you love or anything you hold dear to your heart is nothing more than a craving in your heart that these carnal desires and actions were true!
It goes without saying that this book oozes with erotic sex appeal, and is filled to the rafters with a smorgasbord of acts that you certainly wouldn’t tell your grandmother about. Bodice-ripping, panty-dropping and glasses-steaming, the scenes contained herein are wickedly naughty!
Although all the saucy characters are flirting with forbidden desires and sometimes taking the naughty fruit they really shouldn’t be, all are consenting adults over the age of 18 and not blood-related. What they are is passionate and eager to explore their carnal desires all day long.
In short, this book is going to get you very, very hot!
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Chapter 1: Overprotective Daddy
Chapter 2: Hot Boss For The Hot Summer
Chapter 3: Unprotected Boss
Overprotective Daddy
Jane
“No, Jane, you can’t go out—not tonight and not ever. I will not trust you and your teenage hormones again. You are going to college in a few months and I am not going to allow anything that might hinder that,” Dad shouted at me while facing the stairs, following me with his eyes as I quickly ran up to go to my room.
He’s at me again. He’s at me as usual. For fuck’s sake, I’m 18! I’m an adult! I’m going to college in a few months and he’s planning to lock me up in my room until the time I leave. What the hell?
I jumped on to my bed and buried my face on my pillow. Ugh. I hate this. I hate him! Every time my friends and I want to go out, he just doesn’t want to allow me. Everything he wants me to do involves education! Maybe he’s even hoping I’ll die in school.
“Ugh!” I yelled in frustration.
“Honey?” Mom called me with a knock on my door.
“Yes, Mom? Come in,” I answered.
“So, do you really want to go to that party?” She asked as she approached my bed where I laid down on my tummy.
“Yes, but Dad doesn’t want me to go.” I smirked at mom and continued checking my phone for updates.
“I talked to him already and he said yes,” Mom smiled as she sat down my bed.
“Really?” I was ecstatic. It’s unbelievable that Dad’s going to allow me to party this time. I hugged my Mom so tight she coughed out a laugh, and then I got up to change.
“But, the outfit shouldn’t be too revealing.” Mom reminded me, smiling as she went out of my room. Well, I can get out of the house without revealing too much but I can always change. I giggled as I prepared for the party.
This is me. I’m 18. I’m still a girl but I want to be treated like an adult. I am an adult and I want to act like one. But then, how can I act like an adult when Daddy always makes sure I’m on his chains.
So, there.
We partied hard. Yeah, for like 20 minutes or something.
It was just past ten o’clock when Chloe grabbed me by the arm. We went through the partying crowd in her house as she’s telling me something I can’t make out. She’s the party host and my best friend. Next thing I know, we’re in front of her house with my dad leaning against his car, arms crossed.
“Dad?” I asked. I was already kind of tipsy, but I can still manage to look like I haven’t had anything to drink.
“We have to go home now, Jane. It’s past ten already.” He turned and opened the door of his car, signaling me to get inside.
I just stood there, looking at him thinking how much of a dick he is for not letting his 18-year-old daughter party. I can’t believe him. It’s a graduation party after all. It’s not like I go out every night. It’s not like I have disappointed him. I was an honor student and he doesn’t even want me to have a life. He wants me to be miserably buried by books and work when I grow up, just like him—he barely even has time for Mom.
He signaled me to get in the car again so I just kissed Chloe on the cheeks and said goodbye. I got in the car and we didn’t speak the entire ride home. I immediately went inside my room without a word when we arrived.
“What the fuck? What the hell was that? I was just partying for like two minutes and now I’m back here again, all alone.” Murmuring to myself, I lie on the bed, removing my pieces of clothing one by one.
When I was naked, I already felt relaxed and not so angry anymore. I ran to the door and made sure it was locked. I hid under the covers and started to touch myself.
At first I was just touching myself down there. I’ve always done this, since I was a kid. At first, I just did it to relax myself, until I grew up and learned how much it feels good. I’m still a virgin but I masturbate a lot so I’m not really missing a sex life. It keeps me active, I guess, because I don’t really crave a dick. I haven’t found a man worth giving my flower to, so to speak.
Hmm. What kind of a man would I want my first time to be with?
I like older men. I’ve always had huge crushes on celebrities like Brad Pitt and George Clooney because I think they’re so hot. Plus, they look like strong and authoritative men who can take care of a sweet girl like me. I want to be spoiled, I want to be taken care of and I think older men can give me that satisfaction. These types have had many women already so they probably know what to do already. Experts — I would love to fuck that.
Thinking about these men gets my cunt wet and I could feel my sheets getting drenched. I massaged my cunt and spread my legs for a better reach. I slipped my middle finger into my hole and thrusted it as deep as it could get, giving me quivers and warm sensations as it goes in and out my pussy. I reached for my laptop and opened the music app to drown out my soft moans. I bit my lip and continued caressing my creamy cunt. My juice started to flow out as my fingers slipped in and out. I licked my wet fingers, thinking of it as a dick.
I started to sweat under the sheets and it made me want some more finger fucking. My pussy started to tremble, with more juice flowing out. I forced more sweet juices as I thrust harder, now with a second finger inside slipping it faster and faster, wanting to cum hard.
I tensed for a second and pleasure hit me like waves, coming in one after another. I thrust my fingers faster until I came and lied still on the bed. My brain felt numb and I was catching breath, feeling exhausted yet pleasured.
“Oh, fuck.” I lied still for a minute before going to take a shower to clean up. I changed my sheets and went to sleep peacefully, forgetting the annoying happenings earlier.
The next morning…
“What? Dad! I just got out of school and I still haven’t even able to rest. Now you want me for an internship at your firm?” I raised my voice.
We were in the middle of breakfast when the topic came up. I can’t believe Dad has got my summer planned already. I hadn’t even had a chance to think what I wanted to do with my free time, and he has it jammed up already. What. The. Fuck.
“Honey, we talked about this already. This is a great opportunity for you to learn while earning. You are not going to start until next week, right, John?” Mom turned to Dad, as if asking for an approval. As usual, he disappointed us.
“No, I want her to start tomorrow because I already took care of her schedule for that day,” he said, as stiff as ever. My dad never really smiled. He was never a fun person. He always likes to work and deal with things that concern business— nothing else.
“I hate you!” I slammed my hands on the table as I stood up and ran upstairs.
After a minute, Mom walked in on my room and talked to me. As usual. That’s what moms do— convince their kids that what their father wants is the best for them. It’s just that I don’t get convinced. I obey and be a good girl because I don’t want to make my mom sad. If I make her happy by obeying Dad, then I go for it. Even though it usually makes me miserable.
“Honey…” She sat beside me on the bed.
“Yes, Mom. I know. I know that this is the best for me but what about what I want to do for summer? Can’t I rest, at least? I’ll be leaving for college soon and before that I have to work my ass off first? Ugh.” I stood up, walking back and forth in my room, complaining.
“The company where your dad works is the best in the city and you know that. You will learn many things there.” She smiled at me, trying to persuade me with those sparkling eyes.
I sat down and took her hand.
“I don’t care. What I do care about is if it makes you happy, Mom. Will it make you happy?” I looked her in the eye.
“Yes, of course.” She hugged me tight.
“Fine. Case closed. I’ll go tomorrow with Dad.”
