by Chloe Maddox
***
We spent a good chunk of time in the mall, scouring through different shops in the hope that I’d find something I could be comfortable in. After an hour I finally found something we both agreed was great: a red, strapless mini-dress. It was sexy, it was hot and to be honest it was even a little naughty. I didn’t mind ripping the tag off immediately after buying it and putting it on just so I could get out of my stupid work clothes. While I was changing, Dylan took the courtesy of buying me a pair of high heels as well.
“Wow, how’d you know my size?” I asked while trying them on. We were seated in the food court and he simply sat across me, watching as I strapped on the new footwear. He took my office shoes and placed them in a bag.
“I sized you up while we were eating,” he answered. He raised his eyebrow and smiled before saying “You look absolutely gorgeous. I mean, you’re fucking hot.”
“Thank you, daddy,” I said and looked up at him with a grin edging on the corner of my lips.
Dylan reached out and held my hand, pressing it down against the table. I felt the roughness and the weight of his hand and yet it also felt incredibly warm and comforting, like a flame burning in a homely fireplace. All at once I felt like I was being held by the hottest man alive and also by someone I could look up to, knowing he would take good care of me.
“It’s a good thing you know what to call me,” he said, his brown eyes again completely fixed on me. “It got me really curious about what your fetishes might be.”
“Do you really want to know?” I asked. I was starting to breathe a little heavier as I knew I was sharing details even my ex-boyfriends weren’t aware of. It’s not that I didn’t feel like letting them know my fantasies it was just that I didn’t think the things I liked would turn them on. “I mean, do you really want to know?”
He cocked his head and frowned, “Why? Are your fantasies a little unconventional? Don’t tell me you want to lose your virginity to a dead guy or something.”
I burst out laughing and shook my head, “No, no, nothing like that. I just want to try being forced down. I don’t want any of that slow romance stuff they try to push in movies and stuff. I want a guy who can push me down and take me like he wants me and make me scream for more.”
That lit a fire in his eyes and I suddenly realized I had walked into a trap of my own making. He was pushing me to talk about my fetishes.
“So a few ropes, cuffs and blindfolds?” he asked.
I shook my head, “No. I want something more than just the black leather and light spanking.”
“Beyond the superficial,” he stated. “That’s a good thing. I wouldn’t be interested if you thought BDSM and submission was just about getting strapped down, spanked and fucked. It’s about a deep bond between the slave and the master. There’s a strong tie of respect and satisfying each other’s desires.”
“You oddly know a lot about this, daddy,” I commented. Had he done BDSM-related things before?
Dylan nodded, “I got an idea that might turn you on.”
“Wanna make a bet?” I asked. “If it does turn me on, I’ll let you take my virginity.”
There was an air of silence for a moment as Dylan sat in awe at the weight of my proposal. I got him with this one. I wanted to have sex but the opportune moment never came before. Maybe this would be it. Of course, I wasn’t just going to be a slut and give it to him without some effort. I needed to see if he could really get my gears going. To his advantage, he was goddamn hot.
“That’s one hell of a dare,” he told me. “My idea is to let me kidnap you one of these nights, bring you to my place and let me take full advantage of you.”
Fuck. I felt the area between my legs begin to moisten just a little bit as the mere mention of him kidnapping and using me as he pleased was arousing me. While he was unaware of it, I spend a lot of time daydreaming of a hot guy doing exactly what he just proposed.
“If I say yes,” I slowly answered, “would you guarantee my safety? If I ever want us to stop, would you swear to stop?”
Dylan nodded, “You can trust me. I promise. Even when I’m busy roughing you up, I will never go over the line. I need you to tell me right now, though, what safe word do you want?”
“Safe word?”
“Saying ‘no’ is not going to work because it’s part of the game,” he explained. “Even if you scream it all night I’m not going to stop. If you say the safety word, however, then I guarantee you I will quickly stop. Even if I am deep inside you, I will stop the moment you say your safety word.”
I felt even more aroused when I heard him say ‘deep inside you’ while looking at me. “Okay, how about ‘banana’ then?”
“Banana sounds fine then,” Dylan said. “Just a fair warning: I will not let you know when I will come. I will not tell you beforehand. I will just come, one night, and grab you. For a single night or maybe more, I will keep you in my basement and fuck you like a goddamn slut. I will own you.”
Oh my God… fuck me, damn it. I wanted to reach down and play with myself. I wanted him to pick me up, kiss me, drag me to his car and take advantage of me. I’ve rarely ever felt this aroused to let a man even think about fucking me and now was one of those times.
“All right, daddy,” I said in the most seductive tone I could muster. “Let’s do this.”
Chapter Three
Fortunately for my own sanity, Dylan didn’t try to push forward with more sensual talk that day. We settled for a simple walk around the mall, dinner in a fast food joint and then he drove me home. I wanted to spend more time with him but he insisted we play it safe for now.
The days that followed just seemed to drag. Every day I’d see Ysa with her husband and it just made me think more about Dylan. I called him ‘daddy’ in everything now, from our chat messages online to our texts and whenever he calls me on the phone. I loved the attention he was giving me… he was treating me like a princess and to be honest I fucking loved it.
I was getting excited. I read romance books and erotica stories online. I looked at images of young girls with gag balls in their mouths or with their arms cuffed while a man fucks them from behind. I spent hours looking at Dylan’s photos and imagined what his face would look like when he had sex with me.
I couldn’t even believe I just willingly agreed to give him my virginity after having held onto it for so long.
The more exciting thing was that I was left all alone in the house these past few nights. Ysa and Matt have been hanging out in a poker club lately and I don’t really like to gamble so I tend to stay back. Maybe I was just hoping Dylan would come and sneak in during the times they were gone.
***
“Hey,” Ysa bugged me as we were in the living room watching re-runs of daytime soap operas. “Why don’t you ever join us at Cory’s?”
“I don’t gamble,” I shrugged.
She looked at me like I was the most guilty person on the planet. “You don’t but you know you should. You’re a fucking genius at poker, we could get rich.”
“Or lose everything we have and we’ll both end up having to whore ourselves out to pay the bills.”
Ysa laughed. “I already do that with Matt. He pays for everything for me and all I got to do is suck his cock.”
“You’re a slut.” Well, it was true and she didn’t hide it. “You love Matt anyway, it’s not like you’re disgusted with sleeping with him.”
“True, true,” and Ysa leaned over to grab a can of soft drinks from the centertable in front of us. She took a sip and said, “Well, what do you do all night while we’re gone?”
“There’s a thing called sleep, you know,” I was being as sarcastic as I possibly could. “You should honestly try it some time.”
We both laughed and I got up to take a shower.
“Hey, would you do me a favor?” Ysa requested just as I was heading upstairs to the bathroom. “We’re leaving again tonight. Could you keep the doo
r unlocked? Matt can’t find our key and we don’t want to wake you up when we come home.”
I nodded and headed in to take a shower. I checked my phone first, hoping Dylan would text me. I wanted to let him know the door would be open, giving him the right opportunity to just break in and abduct me, his little “daughter” and toy, but that would be too blatant. He wanted it to be spontaneous and that meant keeping it a surprise.
So I just tossed my phone back on my bed when I saw there was nothing. I took a shower and went to bed.
***
“Say a word and I will slam my fist against your fucking face!”
My eyes shot open as a man’s hand covered my mouth tight, keeping me muffled. The person was holding a handkerchief and it smelled cold and foul and it was only after a second or two that I realized it was drugged.
I tried to look around real quick but the lights were off. All I could make out was the feint silhouette of a man standing by the edge of my bed, with his hand pressing down on my face and his other holding a circular object.
Consciousness was slipping. I wanted to fight back but even when I tried to raise my fist to punch it had no weight on its impact. All I could do was squirm a little and kick but even that felt nothing. It was like swimming against a heavy current.
Zip!
I fought to keep my eyes open. I saw him take the object in his hand, which turned out to be duct tape, and he lifted his grasp on my face for a moment as he then taped my mouth shut. I wanted to scream but all I could muster was a lifeless moan.
In the darkness I saw the man open a backpack and he produced a rope.
Fuck… is this it? Dylan… hurry! Before I panic please take me away, daddy!
He lifted my hands and the last thing I remembered was him tying my hands around my back.
***
I awoke to the sensation of something warm rubbing against my cheeks. I opened my eyes but I saw nothing but pitch darkness. A blindfold had been tied around my eyes. When I tried to move, I discovered I could not. I was lying naked on a bed, the softest I had ever been on, spread with my arms and legs tied each of the four posts. However, my head was in a slightly awkward position - it didn’t rest on a pillow and was instead slightly leaning over the edge. It left my head slightly hanging off the bed.
“Hello? Daddy?” I called out, hoping Dylan would answer.
Oomph! As soon as I opened my mouth something drove inside, plowing in and rubbing against my lips, tongue and the back to my throat. It was someone’s cock.
Oh God… am I getting fucked like this? I tried to figure out what the hell was happening but even that thought popped as soon as I felt heavy hands grasping both of my breasts. I felt my nipples begin to harden as the man’s fingertips danced across my skin and encircle my nipples.
Fuck! The cock rammed deeper into my mouth and I was beginning to drool. I heard the sound of his flesh pummeling into my mouth and I could only slobber like an animal as he continued to face-fuck me.
Then he went in deeper. God he’s going to make me deepthroat. I had never tried it before and I panicked. I felt my legs try to kick up but the rope held me down. I wanted to squirm but as I tried, one of the hands squeezing my tits let go and suddenly wrapped all fingers around my little neck.
Oh God, he’s going to choke me.
He did. He squeezed and I opened my mouth wider to gasp for air. All I got was more cock thrusting deep into my throat. I was starting to feel my chest heave as I was beginning to struggle for air. As I did, my throat contracted, tightening around his cock even more. While it was difficult for me, it was probably pleasurable for him.
The grip on my neck tightened even more and I was beginning to feel really scared.
“N-no,” I tried to say but the cock in my mouth only muffled it. I don’t even think I heard anything beyond a simple “nnn” groan.
Pop! The cock suddenly withdrew and I heaved and fought for air. I drooled as I tried desperately to breathe. I barely even noticed the sudden splash of hot cum as it rained down on my face and into my mouth.
Slap!
“Fuck!” I screamed as a hand suddenly slapped my face.
“Good,” a voice complimented my performance and I recognized it to be Dylan. It was him. Whew. For a moment I felt a sudden mixture of swelling pride and anger. He really did kidnap me and use me.
“Daddy?” I called out, cum dripping from the side of my mouth. “Thank you. I waited so long for you to take me.”
“You’re an excited little whore,” he said. Oddly, I didn’t feel offended. He was making me want to wear the title like a badge of honor. “I love the shape of your body, slut.”
I smiled. I wiggled my body a little. “Thank you, daddy.”
“Very juicy,” he continued as I felt his hand again touch me. He toyed around with my breasts for a few moments and from time to time he would suddenly squeeze, making me gasp a little and coo as I felt a rush of lust.
“Your voice, baby,” he said as he suddenly pinched my nipple. “You sound like you were born to get fucked. It’s such a… seductive little cry. It makes daddy want to fuck you.”
Oh God, his voice is so seductive. I would let him fuck me right here. I wanted to give my whole body to him, I was surrendering it all to him.
“Take me, daddy,” I consented. Maybe he was just waiting for me to willingly give up my virginity?
“I will,” he answered. His voice was a little farther and I figured he was walking around the bed. “But first I want to play.”
What the hell did that mean? Was he going to--
“Oh my-- f-fuck!” I moaned out suddenly as I felt him press his mouth against my soaking pussy. His tongue lashed out and I felt the sudden warmth of it sliding against the folds of my womanhood.
“D-daddy,” I began. “P-please eat my pussy. Please f-fuck me. I p-promise to b-be a good… oh, God… a g-good slut for daddy.”
Whatever it is I said I must have turned him on even more because I felt Dylan’s hands press down against my legs as he pushed his face in even more. I moaned wildly as I felt his tongue dig in through my pussy and I was worried he would use his tongue to break my virginity. I didn’t want that - I wanted his damn cock in me.
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 sh
ock 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.”
