by Jane Henry
“I didn’t see anything… about… obeying you on that agreement.”
“Those are terms I prefer to discuss off record.”
She hisses out a breath when my thumb traces the fabric that keeps me from her hot, sweet pussy. I put just enough pressure.
“Let’s…” she pants. “Let’s talk about those?”
I shrug. “It’s pretty simple, and you’ve seen how I operate.”
“I have,” she says in a choked voice.
“I like obedience,” I say, my cock tightening as we begin this conversation. “And I want you wherever, whenever I want. We’ll get tested with my private doctor, and I want you on birth control.”
She nods. “Agreed.”
We’ll do that as soon as fucking possible. I want her ungloved.
I continue. “But I also like punishing you.”
“How?” she says on a moan. “Tell me, daddy. Please.”
My stomach tightens and my chest swells. She’s eager for this, so fucking eager.
She wears a denim skirt. I glide my hand beneath the hem.
“If you disobey me, I’ll be forced to mete out punishment,” I begin, circling the fabric at her pussy with my thumb over and over, putting just a fraction more pressure until her hips jerk. “It could be a spanking over daddy’s knee.” I let my voice sober. “Or if you’re a very naughty girl, a harsher punishment with daddy’s belt.”
She moans. I circle faster.
“And a naughty girl who disobeys may be forced to wear something to remind her of her obedience to me.”
“Like what?” she pants. I continue to put more pressure.
I shrug. “Again, many things. An anal plug. Nipple clamps. A chastity belt.”
Daddy’s come on your thighs.
My cock jerks.
“And very, very naughty girls are not allowed to come.”
“Oooh,” she says, jerking her hips. “I think… what if I... daddy…”
Is she that ready, that easily? I’m not even touching her naked skin.
“Are you close to climax, my little Katie Kat?”
She nods, panting and writhing. “Yes… daddy.”
I reach for her, tug her onto my lap, and glide my hand between her legs, spread her panties aside, and stroke her folds. My God, she’s soaked.
“You’ve been a good girl, Katie,” I whisper in her ear. “Come for me.”
Chapter 7
Katie
I don’t know what’s making my body rock harder—his words or his fingers. As he milks the orgasm from me, I hear his dirty words echo in my hazy mind. Belt, plug… daddy. “Oh, daddy! I’m coming.”
I’m coming for you.
My body curls against him, as the climax tears through my core. When I open my eyes, still shuddering from the explosion, I find him staring at me with his own lust-filled gaze.
Time to hold up my end of the bargain. It’s so good to be back here, the prospect of all we have before us and the haze of my orgasm making me eager to please him.
“I can’t keep taking all the pleasure when you’re the one funding this little vacation. What can I do for you?” I smooth down my skirt, rising onto my shaky knees on the couch. I’ve written plenty of dirty lines in my books, taking time to tweak each one to be as sexy as possible, but with him, the words seem to flow naturally. “Do you want me to take you in my mouth?”
He shakes his head. “Tempting, especially with those beautiful pouting lips of yours. But that’s not what I want.”
“What do you want then?” I ask, looking at him from under my lashes.
“Come here,” he says, pulling me from the sofa and standing me before him. “Daddy wants you to ride him. Hard. I want your sweet wet pussy clamped around my cock as you ride my lap.”
Damn… with only his words, he’s already got a second orgasm building within me. He slips to the edge of the sofa, his hands going to the buckle of his belt. I watch, wide-eyed, as he unbuckles, unzips, and frees his cock.
It stands, ready and waiting, precum glistening from his head as he slips a condom from his pocket.
Locking eyes with him, I slip my hands beneath my skirt, finding the waistband of my panties. Slowly, teasingly, I bring them down, letting them puddle around my feet and stepping out of them as he readies himself for me.
His gaze is hungry. “Come here, babygirl. Climb right up on daddy’s lap.” He holds his hands out to me.
Hitching up my skirt to my waist I spread my legs, sliding a knee to either side of his thighs. My sex is hot and wet and eager to have him inside of me. As my hands go to his shoulders, I find myself feeling no shame, nothing holding me back from my desire to feel him, to please him.
To fuck him. To ride him… hard.
I press my slick entrance against the head of his cock. Enjoying being the one in control, I stay on my knees, licking my lips and staring deep into his eyes as I tease him for a moment.
I quickly discover that I’m not the one in control at all.
“Naughty, naughty girl, teasing your daddy. Now I’m going to have to spank you while you ride me.” And with that, he slides his hands beneath my skirt, his fingertips digging into my flesh, and brings me down, hard and fast, onto his cock. The head pushes past my entrance while he brings me down onto his lap with one, hard pull.
I gasp at his roughness as he thrusts his hips upwards, burying the entire length of his cock inside me. My fingers dig at his flesh and my face falls forwards, resting on his shoulder. “I thought I was the one riding you,” I breathe.
He lifts my hips, sliding me up his rod, then thrusting upwards, he slams me down again. His cock fills me, stretching me and making me ache with a burning that sets fire in my core. Arousal slickens my already soaked sex as he slides me up and down his shaft again, and again.
“Now, to spank that ass for teasing me,” he growls.
Folding up my skirt so it’s now entirely around my waist, he pulls me up onto my knees until only the head of his cock remains in my pussy. He catches my eyes and with a gruff, “Naughty girl to tease your daddy like that,” and he gives my ass a hard slap with his hand, then another.
The pain is shocking, and it makes me gasp as the sting settles over my skin. I’m so wet and achy and now the heat from my ass is moving between my legs. I want to push down onto him to have his cock inside me again, but he’s holding me back.
He flashes me a wicked grin. “Say please, naughty girl.”
Eyeing him, my lids heavy with lust, I’ll do him one better. “Please, daddy, give it to me. Put your big, hard cock inside me. Give it to me, daddy.” Who am I? I can’t stop the words from coming out of my mouth, like he’s unleashed my inner sex goddess.
“You’re even prettier when you beg.” He gives a moan and he lifts his hips once more, giving me what I’ve begged for. What I ache for. “I get so hard when you call me daddy.”
As he fills me, the tension grows worse. I need to come. Now.
He releases his tight hold on my hips, his hands going to the sides of my face as he pulls me in for a kiss. I move my body, rocking against him, milking his cock for our pleasure as we kiss. His tongue swirls against mine as his cock thrusts inside of me.
Together, we create a rhythm, a perfect one. Our bodies move together as if they were made for one another. My head feels light, perspiration dots my brow.
The beginning waves of an orgasm wash over me. My pussy wraps around his cock, my cries lodging in my throat as I tighten to the point of breaking. His hands are on my body, in my hair, his mouth devouring mine.
I come again, this time harder than before, the climax infinitely sweeter filled with his thick cock.
It’s a magnificent explosion of heat and light with an intensity I’ve not been able to match even with my Zumio eight speed. As the orgasm grows deeper, emotions well in my chest.
This is more than just sex.
It is to me, at least. I feel a connection, deep within my soul. Though I’ve only known this man for a m
atter of days, there’s a tie that binds me to him, and as I come, the tie strengthens.
I collapse against him with a shudder, clinging to his chest.
“Good girl. Now let me come for you.” He gives a low growl and a final thrust, holding my body tight to him as he comes. I welcome this, his pleasure at his peak, the knowledge that I gave this to him. I find myself wrapping in closer to him, my forehead resting on his shoulder as we catch our breath, recovering.
I inhale his scent—one that’s become familiar to me in such a short amount of time—and I place a soft kiss on his neck.
We sit side by side on the sofa for a few sweet moments, my head on his chest, his fingers trailing circles on the back of my arm. Until he hears my stomach growl.
He turns his head, looking down at me. “We need to feed you, my hungry little kitten. When is the last time you ate?”
“I guess in all the excitement, I skipped lunch.”
He looks at his phone. “Shall we order in?”
He’s given me so much, how could I ask for more? But I think of the rooftop restaurant, Opulence, the one I’ve seen in pictures on the internet when I was first researching his hotel, and I want to go.
“That’s fine. Ordering in is fine.” I say brightly, trying to hide my disappointment.
But he’s a good daddy, and he can read in my face that I've got other plans. He smiles. “Would you like to go out? I’ll admit, I wouldn’t mind showing you off a bit.”
“What? Your staff don’t see you with a new beautiful woman every night?” I tease.
He shakes his head. “Actually, they’re used to me dining alone, my head bowed over my ledgers as I crunch my numbers. They’ll be shocked to see me with a date. It’s been a while.”
I want to make him proud. To look like the woman he deserves as I hang on his arm and we make our way through the hotel—his hotel, the one he owns; I have to remind myself of that fact.
I think through all the clothes I stuffed into my bags as I hurried to pack. Sneaking a look at him in his black trousers and white button-down shirt, all my dresses now seem silly, frumpy. “I’m not sure… I’m not sure if I have anything appropriate for such a swanky place. Maybe we should order in.”
“Nonsense.” He stands, buckling his belt. Grabbing his phone from the nightstand, he tells me, “You go shower—I’ll take care of this.”
Who is he calling? And does he really have the power to make a gown appear from thin air? I stand from the couch, agreeing.
“Miranda. I need a favor.” Wanting to eavesdrop on his conversation, I make a show out of slowly peeling off my clothes, one article at a time, as I make my way towards the bedroom. Giving me a stern look he says into the phone, “Hold on one moment.”
He’s over to me in two long strides. His hand covers the mouthpiece of his cell. “Get yourself in the shower, young lady, and stop teasing your daddy.” He gives my bare ass a sharp smack.
Rising up on tiptoe, I squeak, “Yes, sir!” and scurry off to the master bathroom, unable to hear the rest of his phone call.
As I lather my skin, I imagine Miranda as my fairy godmother. She got me the carriage (limo), the ball (staying in this hotel), the man (daddy Darius), and now, I’m guessing she’s going to take care of the gown and the glass slippers.
When I emerge from the bathroom, wrapped in a huge white fluffy bathrobe, I find the bedroom empty.
Save for a masterpiece, hanging on the outside of the closet door.
A little gasp rises in my throat and my hand flutters to my chest. “It’s gorgeous.”
The dress is a light blue, sparkles dotting the material. Thick straps dive into a sweetheart neckline and the gown goes all the way down to the floor. There’s a pair of strappy gold sandals waiting for me.
A perfect outfit for my Cinderella moment.
As I step closer to investigate, I find a note pinned to the hanger. Had a few things to take care of. Please wear the panties I’ve chosen for you. I’ll meet you in the lobby of the rooftop restaurant, Opulence, at eight o’ clock. It’s just down the hall on the right.
Checking the clock on the wall, I see I’ve only got twenty minutes. Not wanting to keep my Prince Daddy Charming waiting, I quickly run about the room, finding my curling iron and makeup bag.
Dashing into the bathroom, I slide on the gold shadow I’d worn the first night here. A few coats of black mascara and five minutes with the curling iron later, I’m ready for the dress.
I lift it from the hanger, twirling it around to see the back. There isn’t one. The straps dip down, crisscrossing and meeting just above where my waist will be. It’s not lost on me that there’s no wearing a bra with this hot little number; Miranda certainly knows how to keep her clientele happy.
I slip the dress over my head. It glides down my skin like water. Unable to hold back the smile that stretches over my face, I twirl in the mirror, watching the sparkles hit the light.
Now, to find the panties he’s requested I wear.
Looking around the room, I find a pair of black panties laid out on the bed. There’s a strangely shaped hot pink silicone—thing—laying next to them. And a sheet of paper next to that.
These panties come with a sheet of instructions. I pick up the paper, gazing over the words. Vibration, discreet, remote control. “Oh my gosh, what is this?”
I sit on the bed, mumbling the directions out loud to myself. “Super Powerful and discreet: This clitoral vibrator cycles through seven vibrating patterns using the wireless remote control which will work from fifteen feet away. No one but you and your partner will know that you are wearing this quiet and invisible toy. Simply put the vibrator close to your sensitive area inside the panty for precise clitoral stimulation. Slip one end of the toy into each of the open pockets in the gusset of the provided panty to keep it in place. Whisper-quiet vibrations won't be heard by anyone around you so you can enjoy secret adventures anywhere you want.”
“Whoa!” Letting the sheet flutter to the floor, I look around for the controller.
It’s not here. He has it, I know he does. My cheeks burn even as my pussy clenches. Again.
My imagination goes to Darius, dressed to the nines, that slow smile spreading on his face, a controller in his hand.
And me at his mercy.
I give a gulp, picking up the pink silicone toy. It’s shaped kind of like a boat with a raised mound in the center. I can picture how it will cup my sex, the mound pressing just inside the opening of my pussy. I’ve never done anything like this before and my heart picks up pace.
I think of sitting in that crowded restaurant. People all around me. And this little toy, giving me pleasure at his hands. He controls how hard and how frequent the vibrations will come. I have no say in it, no control.
My nipples tighten, straining against the fabric of my dress.
“Well, here goes nothing.” I take the panties, opening the waistband and peeking inside. Within the gusset, there are slits for the toy to fit in, just as the directions promised. Taking the naughty little toy in my hands, I slide it into the material, securing it in place.
Now, to put them on.
Standing, I slide my feet into the panty legs, one at a time, then shimmy them up under the dress. Snapping the waistband into place, I squirm and adjust until the strange cool silicone is nestled against my sex.
It feels strange yet thrilling to have it pressed against my clit, the form just kissing the entrance of my sex.
I smooth down the material of the dress, checking over my shoulder. “Amazing, no panty lines.”
Taking a deep breath, I give reflection a smile. “You got this, Katie Kat.”
Then I see the clock. Eight fifteen. Darius didn’t go over lateness in our contract but knowing how serious of a businessman he is, I don’t think he’ll take lightly to me being late.
He may even punish me.
I gulp in anticipation.
Strapping on the shoes as quickly as I can, I hurry from the
room. There’s no one in the hall and for that I’m grateful. I need a private moment to adjust to the high heels of the shoes. And the toy that reminds me of its presence with every sway of my hips.
Finally, I get the hang of the shoes, of walking with the vibrator between my thighs, and I make my way to the lobby of the restaurant.
It’s packed. Despite my heels, I’ve got to stand on tiptoe, looking around for Darius.
I feel him before I see him.
A jolt rushes through my body as I feel the vibrations in my panties. “Ooh!” A flush rises to my cheeks and I will my hands to remain at my sides as I stand there in the center of the lobby, my swollen bud buzzing from the toy.
Dampness pools between my legs and I feel faint. The vibrations stop. A strong arm grabs my elbow, steadying me.
Darius!
Linking his arm in mine, he leans down, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re late.”
“I… I know.”
“I don’t tolerate tardiness.”
“I can tell.”
“Sassy too?” He gives me a devilish look, sliding his hand into his pocket.
And I’m hit with another wave of torturous pleasure. “Oh!” I gasp. “Well... I got a little... distracted with what you left me.”
He smirks. “Do try to conduct yourself in the manner of a lady. You are, after all, entering the most prestigious restaurant in Vegas. The waitlist for non-members is eight months long.”
Again, the vibrations stop, and I come to. Just in time to enjoy my first glance at Opulence. The crowd seems to part for us, giving us ample space as we glide through the elegant dining room. The ceiling rises into a glass dome, the inky sky visible overhead, the tables are covered in white cloths, set with gold gilded glasses and porcelain dishes. A grand piano is being played in the corner of the vast room.
Curious eyes are on us and I silently beg him not to push that button—there’s no way I could hide the pleasure and shock with all these people looking at me—as we make our way to the rooftop pavilion.
There’s a table for two, set a bit apart from the others. A vase of red roses sits off center on the table, two chairs facing one another. There’s a bottle of red wine already poured into two glasses. Tall white candlesticks stand proud in silver holders.
