Sugarplum: A Holiday Romance

by Angela Blake

I nodded and began brushing my hair, “Yeah. I can’t stay too long. I’ve got to clean up the house and all. Ysa and I have guests tomorrow and shit.”

  “Ah, okay that’s cool,” he said, oblivious that I was just anxious to get the fuck out of his house. “Well, that was a nice fuck. Hope we get to do it again.”

  Hell fucking no. “Uh, sure,” was all I could say. I didn’t want to deny him right then and there. I just focused on fixing myself up. It took me a whole five minutes to fix my hair and touch up my makeup but when I was done I was shocked to see he was still naked and on his bed.

  “Hey, I need to go,” I said. I didn’t want to waste another ten minutes waiting for him to dress.

  “Yeah,” he said without even looking up at me. He simply reached for his pants and took his phone from the pockets and continued on to check his social media pages. “You can grab a cab just down the corner from the gate.”

  Asshole! I just looked at him one last time before I stormed out of the room. I heard him say good-bye but I didn’t care to answer. I just walked down the stairs and out of his house. I didn’t even bother to close the gates as I left his property entirely.

  I just continued on, reached the corner he talked about and fortunately it was a street where taxis commonly passed by. It took no more than five minutes for me to flag down a cab and get my way back home.

  ***

  “What a fucking asshole!” Ysa exclaimed.

  Ysa, Matt and I were all at the kitchen room table, having breakfast the next morning. I spent the whole hour just rambling on about Michael and the sort of idiot he was. I did give them the preface that he was hot as fuck and that we did sleep together. I was comfortable talking about sex with Ysa.

  Matt just laughed. Maybe it was because in some ways he and Michael had a lot in common. They both looked at us girls as mere fucktoys.

  “I swear,” I started rambling again after going through my cereal. “I want to fucking punch his nuts and make him swallow his own damn cock. I can look past his ego and his narcissism but the fact he made me walk and go home on my own like that is just unforgivable.”

  “You fucked someone else,” Matt said. It was like that was the only detail that stuck with him. Fucking pervert. “I wonder what Dylan would say if he ever found out. You’ve been a naughty little girl, Olivia.”

  Ysa slammed her elbow against his side and that shut Matt up quite well.

  “I don’t know,” I told them both. “I want to let Dylan know I went out with someone. I mean, it’s not like we’re in a concrete relationship yet. I don’t know our terms or something. I’m just kind of worried about what his reaction might be.”

  Matt shrugged. “He’ll probably want you to repay him in kind.”

  Ysa burst out laughing, “Olivia, he’s right. Trust us, you’ll just have to fuck Dylan and he’ll be happy. I mean, c’mon girl, you can fuck now. Use it to your advantage and fuck him before he gets too mad. Men often cool down after a good fuck.”

  “Well,” I said, worried and uncertain. “I certainly hope so.”

  Chapter Five

  I saw Michael at work a few days later and he tried to get me to go to his office, maybe for a quickie or just a blowjob, but I had no intentions of going near him. I had a one-night affair with him and yeah, it was a little fun despite his rude personality, but that’s all it would ever be. Besides, my mind was stuck entirely on something else.

  Dylan asked me out again, finally. He was way too subtle about it too. I woke up one morning and as I was about to step into the shower my phone sounded off. I checked and it was Dylan. He simply texted that he’d pick me up after work. He didn’t say where we were going or what we were doing. He didn’t say if it was just a date or if we were going to dive into a real BDSM session.

  One thing was for certain: I was excited to see my daddy. Just to entice him even further I decided to wear a pink, lacy thong and decided to ditch wearing a bra. I had to wear a really thin white tank top underneath my office uniform just so people wouldn’t notice my nipples pressing against the fabric.

  The one person I couldn’t trick was Ysa. She noticed quickly and prodded me with her finger during our lunch break.

  “Hey,” she greeted. “No bra? You got panties on?”

  I laughed and nodded.

  “Damn, girl,” she continued on. “You had sex twice and already deciding to wear the sluttiest outfit you can… and at work too!”

  I leaned in and rested my head on her shoulder while sipping from my drink from a straw. “Well, I learned from the best.”

  Ysa lightly pinched my arm and laughed. “You bitch. Well, what’s with the slutty outfit? You meeting up with Michael again? I saw him earlier. He winked at me and teased he wanted me to watch as he banged you.”

  “Fucking animal,” I said as I rolled my eyes. “Fortunately, no. I’m seeing Dylan later.”

  “Ooh, you naughty girl. You’re going out with the old man, again. Where to, this time?”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I’ll just wait and let him surprise me.”

  ***

  The rest of the day went by slowly. I did see Michael and he did gesture for me to follow him into the bathroom but I didn’t. I just walked down the hallway, ignoring him, and made my way back to the Human Resources department office. By the time he figured I wasn’t following him I was already buried by copious amounts of paperwork and Vicky was roaming the floor, prodding and inspecting everybody’s work. Michael just walked away when he saw he couldn’t disturb me.

  “Yeah, just walk away,” I said, mostly to myself, as I watched him leave.

  This gave me the freedom and peace of mind to just finish work. Without someone stalking me, I was able to relax and enjoy myself. The remaining three hours of work passed by quickly and I felt a little bit of a sense of achievement.

  “Hey, you can go,” Vicky finally said when she saw me emailing her the last document for the day.

  “Thanks ma’am,” I answered and nodded at her in acknowledgement. I took off my jacket and draped it over my seat. Fortunately for me, all my office workers were females so nobody really cared to look at me in my tank top and how I lacked a bra. I still wanted to avoid questions so I hurried my way out of there, carrying my shoulder bag with me.

  When I got to the parking lot, I found Dylan again waiting for me. His face glowed with a beautiful big smile as soon as he saw me wearing my office skirt, high heels and a tank top. I bet he was just staring at my nipples pushing against the cloth. He’s such a dirty old pervert.

  “Hi baby,” he greeted and kissed me on the forehead. He took my bag and tossed it inside his car. “How’s my little girl?”

  “I’m good, daddy,” I replied. I then gave him a better look at what I had on. “How’s my outfit?”

  Dylan reached forward and pinched my nipples.

  “Oh! Aah! F-fuck,” I moaned out in shock. I looked around and fortunately no one was there in the parking lot with us.

  “I love it,” he said as he let go. I felt my nipples getting harder and I felt the flush of warmth filling my cheeks as I looked at him with a wave of shame and lust.

  I gave him a hug, “Thank you, daddy. I wanted you to like it. I was going to wear something even sexier but you know, work rules and stuff.”

  Dylan patted my head and I felt like a loved pet. He kissed my cheek and then helped me into his car. We then left and he drove us through downtown. It didn’t look like we had a real destination and he was probably just driving so we could talk.

  “How are you?” he asked me. We were heading to the center of the town and I suspected he was going to look for a drive-in. “How’s your pussy?”

  I blushed again. He was being quite straight-forward now. “Oh, uhm I-I’m doing good, daddy. To be honest, ever since that night, it’s all I’ve been thinking of.”

  “Really now?” there was a hint of gratification in his tone.

  “Y
es, daddy,” I began to explain. I figured there was no reason to be coy with my words. “I’ve been watching a lot of porn now, even more than before, and I’ve started playing with myself.”

  “So you’ve been fingering your naughty little pussy, baby?” Dylan’s face showed a big smile and I knew I was striking all the right chords.

  I nodded and looked at him. I caught him glancing my way. “Yes, daddy. I do have to be honest with you though, I didn’t just satisfy my lust with my finger.”

  Dylan raised an eyebrow, “What did my little ‘daughter’ do? Tell me the truth now or I will kidnap you again and this time give you a punishment so rough you’ll beg for me to stop but I won’t.”

  I chose my words as carefully as I could. “I had sex with one of my co-workers.”

  “Slut,” he called me and for the first time I didn’t flinch. I knew he was right. “Fingers weren’t enough to satisfy your craving. I wasn’t around so instead of running to daddy you fucked some stranger.”

  Well, there was no way to make this easy. “Yes daddy,” I admitted. “I’m sorry, I was feeling a little lonely and you and I never really put a label or something to our relationship. I don’t know how deep this goes. I don’t understand all of it yet. He was there and I was horny so I went out with him.”

  Dylan pulled into a burger joint and went straight for the drive-thru. I waited as he ordered us both some cheeseburgers and drinks. While we were waiting he turned to me and asked, “Was he any good?”

  “He was a jerk,” I answered.

  Dylan pinched my nipple.

  “Aah!”

  “That wasn’t what I asked,” he clarified and twisted a little. I wanted to scream but I instead tried to focus on what he was saying. “I don’t care if he was nice to you or not. I asked if he was any good in bed.”

  I nodded, “Yes, daddy, he was a little good. He did this thing where he lifted my legs on his shoulder and fucked me in that position. It was so good. I came twice through the whole thing and he managed to spill his cum inside me.”

  “He creampied you?” Dylan laughed and let go of my nipple. I let out a sigh of relief. “Well, did you take a pill or something?”

  “I did, daddy,” I wanted to get this over with. I just wanted us both to move on past this whole ordeal and then I can focus on pleasing Dylan and forgetting Michael ever existed. “I don’t want to get pregnant with his kids. Eww, no fucking way.”

  We then got interrupted by the lady in the window as she passed us our food. Dylan politely handed me my share and for a while we didn’t talk as we ate. He took small bites while driving so I took the initiative and put my food down. With my hands free I took his food and fed him, allowing him to keep his hands on the wheel.

  “Sweet,” he commented as we were heading towards a beautiful residential neighborhood. It wasn’t the same one Michael lived in but it was definitely just as gorgeous, if not more. I figured we were heading to Dylan’s place. Maybe I get to play some more.

  “Anything for my daddy,” I said and I fed him another bite of his burger.

  He chewed and looked at me with a happy face. Were we officially becoming like boyfriend and girlfriend? I honestly had no real idea and there was that fear that maybe for Dylan I was just his sex slave, his “daughter” or his hook-up.

  “Before we go in,” he said as we were pulling up into his lot. He drove us straight into his garage where I discovered he had five other different vehicles. One of them was an exquisite SUV and another still looked like a professional racing car. “Before we head in, I do want to make it clear that you need to be punished.”

  “Punished?” I tried to hide the fear and I bit my lip down the moment I realized my voice quivered.

  Dylan looked at me and caressed my chin with his fingers. He looked into my eyes and I saw a warmth in his gaze. Damn he’s so handsome and he can be so damn sweet.

  His fingers caressed my lips and I gave his index finger a soft kiss. My lipstick smudged on his skin and I smiled at him. Dylan smiled back and he then pushed his finger into my mouth. I suckled on it and licked it with my tongue, playing with it as wildly as I could. I wanted to be as naughty as I could in every chance I got with him. I wanted to let him know that I wanted him.

  “More, baby bitch,” he commanded me. “Show me how much you want daddy. You wanted me so much you fucked some other cock. You don’t get to fuck any other cock or pussy for that matter without asking for permission first. You don’t get to cum, you don’t get to suck cock or fuck without going through me first.”

  “Mmm,” was all I could muster as I focused entirely on sucking his fingers. My mind was receding to the back of my head as I was beginning to lose myself to the moment. His fingers felt more like a cock, thrusting in and out of my mouth, and so I treated it that way.

  Suddenly Dylan slid his finger out and I saw him raise his hand --

  Slap!

  I looked at him with a shocked look. He slapped my face. He just fucking slapped me in the face. Before I could retaliate, however, he grabbed me and pulled me in for a kiss.

  Don’t panic, idiot. I shut my eyes and kissed him back. Our lips melded together as he began to press in against me and I melted into his advances. When he pushed his tongue inside my mouth I welcomed it and suckled on it hungrily.

  I couldn’t stand just leaning in. Without breaking the kiss I took off my seatbelt and straddled up on his lap. He grabbed me tight and bit down on my lip.

  “Aah,” I moaned out softly. Instinctively I began to grind my hips against his, trying to feel his cock through his pants pressing against my pussy. I grinded back and forth, just letting it all push up against my womanhood and it made me moan even louder.

  Dylan undid the zipper of my skirt and quickly worked on taking it off me. He tossed it down to the back seats and then continued on to nibble on my lips. I shut my eyes and moaned as I felt him begin to descend. His lips danced from my lips to my cheek and he nibbled down on my ear before he lashed his tongue out and licked into my ear, suckling on it like a hungry beast.

  “Oh m-my,” I moaned as he continued to kiss and suckle on my neck. Dylan never relented and he continued to kiss me down until he reached my breasts. He took my left nipple into his mouth and nibbled on it. As he sucked down on my tits his hands roamed all across my body, at times pulling me in closer and at other times he would grab and yank on my hair.

  With both my hands I pushed his head down and he continued to suckle on my tits. He reached down with one hand and squeezed my ass, making me grind in closer and press his cock up against my pussy. It felt oddly different from our first night and much different from when I was having sex with Michael.

  Then it hit me. He’s not just fucking me… he’s making love to me.

  I reached down this time and I pulled my thong out of the way to fully expose my pussy. Dylan rushed to undo his zipper and he pulled out his cock. I was already soaking wet between the legs and, unlike my first two times having sex, sliding his cock into me was easier and yet it still felt like a world of pleasure.

  All of the sensations of euphoria exploded as soon as I felt his cock thrusting into me, parting my walls and digging upward into me. I wanted to feel him continue to pound and plow into my flesh.

  Dylan didn’t try to keep us going for too long. He pumped into me in a consistent rhythm and when I moaned out he signaled with a silent nod that I could cum. I did. I squirted my juices down and I think I got his pants a little soaked. He followed suit though and I felt him fill me up inside with his cum.

  There was absolutely no way I was going to take a pill this time. I’d have to wait and see what Dylan wanted to do. If he told me to take a pill I would but if he told me not to and was ready for us to have a kid then I’d gladly jump into it.

  Wow, I’m getting too dedicated to him. We’re not even married or anything.

  Sweating, exhausted and gratified I stayed on top, with his cock still in me,
and leaned forward to rest my head on him. I nuzzled my nose to his neck and just gave a sigh of satisfaction as he embraced me.

  “Thank you so much daddy,” I whispered as I slowly regained my breath.

  “You’re welcome, baby,” he replied. “You do know I’m still going to punish you, right?”

  I sat back up and looked into his eyes, “What kind of punishment?”

  “A real punishment,” he answered. He then kissed my lips, perhaps as a means of reassuring me. “BDSM isn’t just about the leather straps, gag balls and toys. It’s more than just about being rough to someone. There’s a bond between the slave and master. We both need to respect that bond.”

  My eyebrow shot up as I was still confused.

  Dylan caressed my back and continued to explain, “You’re mine. Nobody else owns you. You are my baby, my slave and you are my fuck toy. If you displease me, I will punish you. If you break any of our rules or venture out too far then I will punish you. If you learn to respect me and obey me then I can reciprocate that.”

  Oddly enough, he was making sense. If he wanted me to fear and respect him he would have to show some level of authority over me. If I wanted him to respect me then I would have to prove that I am worth his time and effort. We were pleasing each other but in such a unique way.

  “Fine, daddy,” I gave in, knowing this was what may further cement our relationship together. “Punish me. Punish me for being a naughty girl.”

  “Oh I will,” he said with that wicked grin. He slapped my ass softly, just strong enough to make me jump a little and make his cock move inside me. Even the slightest movement made me moan and I saw it pleased him. He slapped again and I moaned even louder.

  “What kind of punishment did you have in mind, daddy?”

  He grabbed my nipples with both his hands and gave them a soft pinch and twist. I opened my mouth wide but managed to keep myself from moaning or screaming.

  “Baby, I am going to make you beg,” he answered. “I am going to break you tonight, my baby girl. You’re going to beg to daddy to let me take full control of you.”