I’d never owned anything like it in my whole life. The only opportunity I might have had would have been prom, and nobody had asked me to go. Who would want to go with the poor girl? No, life would never be the same.
When the big day came, Eric spared no expense. A carriage drawn by snow-white horses? Check. Enough flowers to cover a football field? Check. As much food and alcohol as several hundred people could consume in three days, let alone a single evening? Check. An entire hotel booked out for the reception and for all the guests? Check.
It was almost dreamlike, catching up with family I hadn’t seen much of in the last year or so. My aunts, who were my fellow bridesmaids, brought along all my cousins and it was crazy trying to talk about my new life without mentioning the unusual arrangement we had.
Eric’s guests were a mixture of friends from work and college, as well as family and a few people I was sure must be there purely for the sake of business politics. Over the course of the night I was sure I saw some of my female cousins happily led out of the reception room and presumably upstairs with some of Eric’s guests. I swore I saw one of them, Penny, who was only a year older than me sneaking out with a guy who must have been almost fifty.
There was a time when I would have been jealous of them, but that was all behind me. I was reasonably confident that the hardest fucking man in the room was Eric, and I was sure that he’d leave me in an Olivia-shaped dent in the bed when he returned from his honeymoon with my mom.
Still, I couldn’t help but feel a little left out of the fun until a guy named Devan Thorpe asked me to dance and I had to decline on the off-chance that Eric wouldn’t like it. It kinda killed me to do it too, he was maybe a few years older than me, and one of the cutest guys I’d ever seen. Although young, his suit was clearly expensive, and he wore it with the kind of self-assurance that really reminded me of Eric.
With my ego at least stroked, I was just getting ready to call it a night when Eric firmly requested a dance.
My mom took a seat and was immediately surrounded by a crowd of well-wishers, taking their opportunity to get in a good gossip. With a hand on my hip, he pulled my body against his and I could feel his hard cock against my belly through the silky material of my bridesmaid dress.
“Congratulations, Eric,” said somebody I didn’t know, dancing close to us with his partner.
“Thanks, Tom, hope you’re having a good night. I know I am.” Eric pressed against me even harder, making my eyes widen.
“Sure am,” said Tom.
The two of them slowly swayed away and left me alone in the crowd with Eric and his huge dick. My new step-father leaned down and whispered in my ear.
“Are you wearing panties?”
“Yes! Of course.”
“Take them off,” he said.
“Where? Here?”
“Now.”
We were literally surrounded by people. I looked around at family, friends and acquaintances and then back to Eric with my eyebrows trying to make a hasty retreat towards my hairline and my brow furrowing at the same time.
There was no mercy in his eyes and by now I knew better than to disobey him. If I didn’t do exactly what he wanted, I wouldn’t put it past him to file for divorce this very night. Life without him was worse than living with his demands… especially when his demands had this crazy way of ending up with me having the best orgasms ever.
I took my hands from his shoulder and hip and looked around the room once more, hoping nobody was paying overly close attention. As we swayed and turned to the music, I managed to tug my panties down through my dress until they were halfway down my thighs and slipping with every step and movement I made. The instant they fell to the floor, I swooped down and spent an agonising few seconds disentangling them from my shoes before standing again, bunching them into a little ball and thanking the dim lighting for hiding my intense blush.
"Good girl, Olivia. You've come such a long way, you know who your daddy is now, don't you?" he said into my ear.
My blush deepened and I rested my forehead against his chest in an attempt to shield myself from any curious glances. He was right, but I thought I might never get entirely used to the whole thing. Years of imagining what my sex life would be like couldn't be wiped out by a few months of a man with a huge cock fucking me like a slut and making me call him 'daddy', even if I did love being his little sex puppet.
No, I suspected that the contrast between those vague concepts of candle-lit dinners, slow soul-mate love-making, and the way Eric used me as a pleasure toy and good breeding stock might always bring at least a hint of colour to my cheeks. It would probably always make me at least a little wet between the legs too, like right now.
He didn't have to make me take my panties off on the dance floor at the reception of his wedding to my mother. He didn't have to exercise his control over me right here where I might face unbelievable humiliation. He did it because he could, because he knew that my need for him, his cock, and everything he did for us outweighed everything else. And damned if I didn't feel a trickle of my sweet slippery nectar dribbling down my leg already. But Eric wasn't done with me yet.
"Don't you?" he repeated.
"Yes, Daddy," I said from my token hiding place.
"Look at me, Olivia. Look up at me and tell me I can do anything I want to you."
I looked up slowly and met his overpowering gaze. It wasn't fair that one man could be so overwhelming, to be able to put the world at his feet with a snap of his fingers or a meaningful look. Well, life had never been fair for me, but at least now I could fall back on a new life motto. If you can't beat 'em, get pregnant by them and let them make your nemesis lick your pussy.
"You can do anything you want to me, Daddy. Anything."
"Good girl," he said again. "Now slowly tuck your panties into my pocket and look at me while you do it." He pointed at the front pocket of his jacket.
I glanced around nervously before reaching up and slowly poking them in, while I stared into his eyes, thankful that my panties were black and I hadn't lost my mind and decided to wear my white ones with love hearts on them or something. As the last scrap of material disappeared into his pocket, I saw a satisfied smile on his face as he reached into the pocket of his pants, pulling out a key.
"Here, go to this room now, I'll be there in a minute. I'm gonna fuck you one last time before the honeymoon. Something to remember me by. Go."
The key he gave me came with a keyring that read '727' and I let out a little yelp of excitement when I felt him give me a discreet slap on the ass to set me on my way. This was an unexpected treat.
When the elevator doors opened and I stepped out into the hallway, I passed Penny walking the other way in a not-quite-straight line with a dreamy look on her face.
"Best reception ever," she said.
I smiled politely, guessing she must not realise just how much cum was on her face and in her hair. When I turned to watch her go, I could see that the back of her dress was still unzipped. The door to the elevator opened and she disappeared from my sight at the same time I opened the door to room 727 and I forgot all about her.
This was... no ordinary hotel room. Hand cuffs were attached to the headboard of the bed, a rope with some kind of wrist restraints was attached to a pulley on the ceiling, which then led back down to a winch in the corner of the room. Next to that was some strange contraption proudly emblazoned with a logo that said 'Super Nova'. I stepped in and closed the door behind me.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I slipped my shoes off and rubbed my feet. They were beautiful shoes, but not so comfortable for long periods. I looked at the leather wrist cuffs attached to the rope and almost unconsciously shuffled along the bed in the opposite direction.
Eric didn’t leave me alone for long, it was only a matter of minutes before I heard the rattle of the door knob and he entered the room. His smile was absolutely predatory when he saw me there waiting for him, as if I was a lamb being sacrificed to my God of
cock.
“The first night I’m your daddy in the eyes of the law,” said Eric. “You didn’t think I’d let you be a party favour for Senator Smythe like your cousin, did you? You’re all mine.”
I smiled, nervously. I knew how hard he could fuck already, but he’d never taken me anywhere like this before. Eric wasn’t one to waste much time with smooth-talking, and he crossed the distance with purpose, pulling me to my feet by my hair and bringing forth a tiny yelp of surprise, which he cut off with a forceful kiss.
My mother’s new husband’s tongue twirled and danced around mine as he worked his jaws, forcing my mouth wide open as the kiss went as deep as possible. I was panting by the time Eric pulled back and broke the kiss, his hand still firmly gripping my hair.
It was with this control that he pulled me away from the bed and to the restraints hanging from the pulley. I was so uneasy about this and all the other unusual items in the room, I was only eighteen after all. It wasn’t like I’d been frequenting sex clubs for years.
Eric let go of my hair and quickly secured my wrists, pulling the leather straps tight before going over to the winch. I gulped when I first felt my arms being dragged upwards.
My billionaire step-father gave me an unreadable look once my arms were stretched tight above me and I thought he was done, but then he gave the handle another crank until I could just barely scrape my toes on the ground. It had been a long time since I’d swung on the monkey bars at a playground, and I’d never hung from my wrists before, it was a strange experience and the pressure was quickly building up on my arms.
“Just a little lower…” I said.
“Are you trying to tell me what to do, Olivia?” Eric asked.
“No, Daddy, I’m just…”
“You’re just exactly where I want you to be.”
Eric circled around me once as if admiring his handiwork, while I hung there, swinging ever so slightly as my toes brushed on the carpet. He finally stopped behind me and put his hands on my hips, pulling me backwards until I felt the huge bulge in his pants pressing between my ass cheeks and I gasped at the spark of pleasure that shot into my body from my clit.
“You want it so bad, don’t you?” he whispered.
“Yes! Yes, I want it… but my arms…”
His hand left my hip and found my neck in an instant, gripping firmly but not painfully, just a little reminder that he was in charge. He could squeeze a lot harder if he chose to.
“Shhh. You take what I give you.”
One hand travelled up my body, the other down from my neck, and met at the twin swells of my breasts, kneading them through my pretty bridesmaid’s dress until my nipples were hard and rubbing against the silky material of my bra. I did my best to keep my ass pressed against his rigid shaft, to savour the feel of his hands on my chest, they were doing a lot to offset the discomfort in my arms.
Eric stalked around until he was in front of me again and slowly tugged my dress upwards until he could get his hand under it. The corner of his mouth rose in a smirk when he felt the wetness on my inner thigh, a slick trail he traced upwards with a single finger until I felt him touching my clit.
He didn’t move, he just held it there, torturing me with the contact until I gave in, relinquished my dignity and bucked my hips back and forth, feeling his finger sliding against my most sensitive spot deliciously. Eric watched me closely, sometimes pressing harder, sometimes barely touching me at all, until I felt a hint of something building inside of me, something being teased into existence
I was surprised at how good it felt, since much more attention had been paid to me between my legs at certain times over the past couple of months. Perhaps it was the distraction it provided from the ever increasing pressure in my arms, maybe it was the fact that the marriage today really did make it official, like he said. Everything can be bought, even the most incredibly taboo and wrong things like this.
There was no doubt about it. I was going to cum right there in front of him, hanging by my wrists from the ceiling. Or at least, that’s what I thought. I cried out in frustration when he pulled his hand away and the hem of my dress fell to the floor again. I was close to shedding tears too.
“Please! Let me…”
Eric dropped to one knee in front of me and lifted my dress again, putting his head where I couldn’t see it. Thankfully, I didn’t have to.
He pulled at one leg from the back of my knee until I raised it for him, and I felt his tongue on my inner thigh, slowly licking and sucking up my trickle of escaped pussy juices, and making his way agonisingly slowly towards my sex. I wanted to strain downwards, but I had nothing to grab on to, or with, I had to writhe in almost -mid-air while I waited for the sweet release only he could give me.
When I felt his lips on my labia, sucking and gently pulling at me before his tongue probed between my folds, I let out a moan that would have woken up the neighbours in any motel I might have stayed in before my mom met Eric. A room like this, I was pretty confident, would be well sound-proofed.
He licked up each side of my pussy, his tongue first seeming hard, then soft and then hard again, quickly teasing me back to the brink of orgasm. I swung my lifted-leg forward and draped it over his shoulder as he continued to flick his tongue across my eager sex, immediately feeling a lessoning of the strain on my arms.
Acting on instinct, I swung my other leg over his other shoulder and under the folds of my dress his face was truly buried in my most private spot. It must have looked like he’d misplaced the instructions for how to carry somebody on his shoulders, but I didn’t care. All I knew was that I was more comfortable in this position, and a tongue was licking me with nearly super-human speed.
Wave after wave of hot flushes seemed to radiate upwards from his furious work between my legs. I lifted my knees each time, making my abdominal muscles work, which seemed to concentrate the pleasure in my belly until I reached a breaking point and crossed my ankles behind his back, pulling him hard against me as I came.
My teen tunnel pulsated with pleasure, sending a new wash of juices flowing over Eric’s chin. He nuzzled against me and I felt the prickly evidence of his stubble against my sensitive folds, as if my pussy had a mild case of pins and needles.
Every muscle in my body was straining to grind my slit against his mouth, eking out every last iota of ecstasy I could before I collapsed, exhausted. All my weight went back on my arms when Eric came out from under my dress, planting another hard kiss on my lips, interrupting my panting long enough for me to taste my own flavour on the tongue that had just delved deep inside me.
Eric went to the winch in the corner and slowly let me down. I found that my legs wouldn’t work properly, maybe a combination of my climax and having been suspended in the air for so long, and once there was enough slack, I simply lied there on the floor with my eyes half-open, feeling intense relief in my arms, and incredible satisfaction in general.
My whole body was buzzing with a gentle afterglow as Eric stood over me, slowly undressing. I rolled on to my back and looked up at him, watching as that muscular physique was revealed to me.
When he pushed his pants and boxers down, revealing the thick cock that had roughly fucked my virginity away, I couldn’t help but lick my lips. For a moment I thought he might drag me on to the bed by my hair, but thankfully he slipped his arms behind my knees and shoulders, lifting me up as if I weighed as much as a feather and carrying me over the top of the bed the way a groom was supposed to carry a bride over the threshold.
I thought most brides were probably set down on their own feet, but Eric simply dropped me on the bed before climbing on top of me. In a few moments he had the straps of my dress pulled down and my strapless bra off, exposing my tits.
“Mmmm, yeah…” I whispered as he sucked on my sensitive pink tips, sending jolts of tickly pleasure into my body.
Once my nipples were back to full hardness, Eric rose up on his knees and rolled me on to my stomach before bringing each of my wrists
up to the handcuffs attached to the headboard. Just returning to the raised position made my shoulders ache, but it wasn’t so bad without my body weight adding to my problems.
Next I felt Eric attach my ankles to similarly padded cuffs I hadn’t seen attached somewhere at the bottom of the bed. I wasn’t completely spread-eagled, the ankle-cuffs couldn’t have been right at the corners, but I was effectively immobilised face-down.
Eric wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled my ass up, stuffing a pillow under my pelvis and leaving me with my ass sticking up in the air, which he then uncovered by flipping my dress up over my back. The way the pillow made me bend in the middle caused the restraints to be pulled almost taut. I could move my arms and legs a bit, wiggle my ass a little, but not much.
I was utterly at his mercy, I could already imagine how deep this position would allow for penetration. The tip of his fat cock might brush against my cervix. When he came, he’d be cumming almost directly in my womb. His ultimate goal was to knock me up, after all.
The feeling of something probing at my asshole, followed by an icy cold injection of some slippery jelly brought me all the way back to reality. I tried to crane my neck around to see what he was doing, confused and anxious at this sudden development. What was he doing? Surely he wasn’t going to fuck me back there again, I hadn’t disobeyed him in the slightest!
“What are you doing, Daddy? I’ve been good! I promise!”
“I know, but I saw how much you loved having something shoved up your ass, so who am I to argue?”
I gripped the chains of the handcuffs and braced myself for the girth of his cock being shoved up my rear entrance. Assholes, mine at least, could barely take the kind of punishment a man as well-endowed as Eric could dish out.
When I heard the buzzing sound I opened one eye, and then the other, my brow furrowed in confusion for a moment before the buzzing was applied to my back passage. My asshole puckered up the instant it felt the tip of the vibrator, trying to deny the powerful little device any entry.
It was no use though, as lubricated as I was, and as smooth as it turned out to be, the little motorised wonder was soon making me feel like my entire ass was thrumming in time with it. It was nowhere near as big as Eric’s cock, but holy fuck was it potent.
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