Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
EPILOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
EPILOGUE
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
EPILOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
EPILOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
EPILOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
EPILOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
EPILOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
EPILOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
Tie Me Up Daddy
~An Erotic Romance~
© 2017
By Cassandra Dee
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The Double Series
Double Princes
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Double Massive
Double Huge
Double Bang
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DEDICATION
To all the dirty girls who like it rough.
This book’s for you!
NOTE FROM CASSIE
Hi! Thanks so much for reading Tie Me Up Daddy: An Erotic Romance. I hope you enjoy the steam between Laney and her man!
For your reading pleasure, I’ve included a new bonus story called Daddy and His Nymphos. It’s a steamy MFFF paranormal ménage, so strap yourself in and get ready for the ride!
Love,
Cassie
ABOUT THIS BOOK
TIE ME UP DADDY
The CEO owns my body.
I joined the ballet in NYC.
Living my dream in the big city, the bright lights were dazzling.
But then I met Thorn Channing.
The alpha’s an artist.
A domineering, commanding male who tells me to bend over, open wide, and reach high.
And when he invites me to his private studio, I don’t know what to say.
He’s my boss.
The man in charge.
CEO of the ballet academy.
So I ca
n’t say no.
But what if I don’t want to say no?
What if all I want to say is, “Yes sir.”
Yes, take me.
Yes, tie me up.
Yes, make me yours.
What happens then?
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Tie Me Up Daddy
NOTE FROM CASSIE
ABOUT THIS BOOK
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
EPILOGUE
Loving the Babysitter
The Wicked Virgin
The Naughty Virgin
Delivering the Virgin
The Trashy Virgin
The Dirty Virgin
Beg Me
***NEW! Bonus Story Just For You!***
Daddy and His Nymphos
A SNEAK PEEK
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
CHAPTER ONE
Thorn
“Unnh,” the woman moaned under me. “Unnnh, oh yeah Thorn.”
I pushed harder, burying my dick up that snatch, but it wasn’t great to be honest. The blonde beneath me was skinny as fuck and as my dick edged its way up, her sharp hip bones ground against mine. Shit, it was like rocks on sandpaper, stinging and rough, but I powered through, shoving again.
The blonde whimpered away, her face a mask of ecstasy.
“Yeah Thorn, yeah yeah yeah! Give it to me!”
I grunted, pushing forwards like a piledriver. Give me some good dirty talk, I appreciate it as much as the next guy. But this chick’s words were weird, she cheered like a booster at a football game.
“More!” the blonde shrieked, elbows flailing wildly now, one almost catching me in the face. “More, more, more, block it, block it, yeah!”
Block it? What the fuck was that? And why was her elbow so sharp, it was like this girl had razors instead of bones? But it didn’t matter because Minky or Pinky, whatever her name was, came then. Oh yeah, that dry little cunt seized on my dick, pulsing with spasms as her face grew rigid. Her red lips formed a thin line, eyes squeezed shut as she screamed, “GOAL!!!!!!!”
What the fuck? What the fucking fuck? We were in my apartment for crying out loud, going at it like rabbits. This wasn’t some soccer game, this wasn’t some stupid football shit. What the hell was wrong with this chick? So I pulled out in a flash.
“Minky,” I ground out, getting up, my full six four looming over the bed. “I gotta run some errands.”
“Ummm?” she murmured, still panting hard. “Ummm?”
“Yeah, that’s right,” I rumbled. “Errands. Time for you to jet.”
The girl looked like a hammer had just hit her on the head. Errands? Now? What in the world? She was probably used to guys falling at her feet, worshipping those bony limbs, but that wasn’t happening here.
Because I’m a fucking heartless asshole, for sure. The girl had just creamed, although there was little cream to speak of. The blonde was dry down there, just a few drops rolling around, but still, what dude kicks a girl out of bed seconds after orgasm? What guy gives a woman the boot like she’s fucking radioactive waste? Me, that’s who. Thorn Channing, asshole in chief.
And I didn’t give a flying fuck.
“I’ll be outside,” I ground out, getting dressed in a flash. “Just get up, here’s your stuff, and I’ll meet you outside.”
The girl sat up hastily, blonde hair tousled, summoning a seductive look while trying to hide her confusion.
“But Thorn,” she purred. “Didn’t you like it? Didn’t you have fun?”
I was already halfway out the door, long form just a shadow on the carpet.
“Meet me outside,” came my disinterested reply. “Stat.”
And with that, I strode into the living room, shutting the bedroom door with a click. The fact is, I had no interest in this woman whatsoever. Like I said, I’m Thorn Channing, asshole extraordinaire, and I fuck women non-stop. I give them sloppy wet orgasms, making those bodies spasm and shake until their eyes roll back, teeth chattering.
And this chick had been no exception. She’d come like a fucking siren on max, wailing and screaming, cunt spasming like an epileptic having a seizure. Sure, I’d miscalculated because under that designer dress, the blonde been a little thinner than anticipated. But the fucking was done now, the girl had her big O, and it was time to show her the door.
So lowering myself onto the couch, I looked around. Yeah, my pad is sweet. Double height ceilings soared into the sky, a giant chandelier dripping with crystal. The interior was professionally done with suede gray couches, a marble countertop, and of course, priceless artwork everywhere. It was simple, elegant, and discreet, suitable for a billionaire.
And at the moment, I was gonna put those dollars to work. The blonde had just reappeared from the bedroom, hair still messed up, her clothes a little rumpled. But chalk it up to my money and looks, because she threw a simpering smile my way.
“Oh Thorn, that was amazing,” she cooed. “I haven’t had an orgasm in years, it’s been soooo long,” she gushed. “But with you, it came almost immediately! It’s your stick, your big magic stick.”
I grunted. Maybe, but I’d barely had it in her before pulling out for good.
“Naw, I’m sure you’re just stressed or something,” I rumbled, rising smoothly to my feet. “Where’s your coat?”
But Minky or Pinky couldn’t be deterred. She winked flirtatiously at me, cocking one hip to the side.
“Oh didn’t you want to grab a nightcap or something?” the woman purred. “I could definitely use a drink, you make me thirsty big boy.”
I raised an eyebrow at her.
“Sorry, but my liquor cabinet’s empty,” I rumbled. “Housekeeper hasn’t had a chance to get to the store.” Of course, I was lying through my teeth. Not only did I have a fully stocked liquor cabinet, but there was a basement in the cellar as well, filled with thousand dollar wines.
“Really?” she goggled at me. “What man runs out of liquor? At least some beer then? Or juice? Maybe you have some juice around your place.”
I shrugged indifferently.
“Naw, I don’t have any of that stuff. We’re bone-dry honey. Zip. Not an ounce to drink between these four walls.”
Of course, that was technically not true. There was always tap water, I could always pour her a glass from the sink, but chicks like this won’t drink tap even if it’s from God himself. So her mouth pursed for a moment in an unattractive frown.
“How about a snack then?” she said brightly. “I could use some crackers, or cheese, or chips, whatever you have lying around.”
I shook my head regretfully.
“Naw sweetheart, I got nothin’. I don’t eat here usually, all my meals are at work, so my cupboards are bare. Sorry.”
Sorry, not sorry. Although frankly, it could be true. I had no idea what was in the kitchen. I don’t usually go in there so technically, the shelves could be bare, although that was unlikely. Surely Conchita had stocked it with something. I had to be paying my housekeeper for something, right?
But that was none of the blonde’s business. So I shrugged my shoulders before walking over to the door and holding it open. And this time, my smile was real.
“Hey,” I rumbled, “it’s time. Let’s beat feet. I gotta run some errands in addition to getting to work at the crack of dawn tomorrow. You know us CEOs, it takes a lot of energy to steer the ship.”
The girl’s hand flew to her mouth, eyes wide. I swear, the word “CEO” turned her into a mass of jelly between her legs, some chicks love that shit. And I wasn’t above using it to my advantage.
“Oh of course! I didn’t realize you had an early call, of course, of course,” she babbled, grabbing her coat. “I’ll be out of your hair in a sec.
”
That was bullshit, I’d been not-so-subtly hinting for her to get the fuck out for the last ten minutes. But finally, the girl got her act together and I waited patiently by the door as she searched some random thing in that giant purse. At last, chickie located her keys and scooted out by me. But not before leaning up to press her mouth hungrily against mine.
“Mm, Thorn, call me,” she whispered against my lips. “Call me.”
I almost choked. No way was I calling Minky / Pinky, I’d tasted her cunt and it was sour like stale cheese. But hey, some things you gotta do just to survive. So I lied again, smiling like the fucking Joker.
“Sure, no problem. Got it.”
And with that, she was down the hall, waving coyly.
“Bye now!” the blonde cooed, swinging her purse as the door opened. “Call me Thorn!”
I resisted the urge to wipe my mouth. The girl’s lips had been dry and thin, more like kissing a sandwich than a real live, juicy woman. But whatever. It was done. Because sprinting back into my apartment, I did a quick check. Oh yeah, everything was spic as span as usual, and I shut the door to the red bedroom firmly, locking it. No need to take chances, given what was about to happen.
Because at that moment, the elevator dinged again in the hallway. Strolling casually to the front door, acting like nothing was wrong, I opened it, propping my bulk against the frame.
“Hey,” I ground at as the doors slid open. “Hey you.”
Shit, was this woman’s name Marta or Martha? Just like Minky / Pinky before her, I wasn’t sure. I do my best to remember, but fuck, there are just so many fucking women. The females practically pour from my ears, they assault me on the streets, begging for my attention, throwing their bodies into my path. So as Marta stepped off the elevator, clad in a trench coat, I summoned a smile.
“Hey,” I tossed out again. “Good to see you.”
And the minute we were inside, that trench coat came off. Or more like it was whipped off, the girl was so eager to jump me. But little good it did because just like Minky before her, Marta was way too thin. As the material dropped to the floor, I got an eyeful of bony ribcage and skinny, chicken meat thighs. What happened to big, luscious Double Ds? What happened to girls with junk in the trunk and enormous, soft behinds? I groaned beneath my breath, dreading the hour ahead.
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