by Jessie Cooke
“Yes.” It’s a high-end lingerie store. “Why am I going there?”
“I left a five-thousand-dollar credit for you there. Get what makes you feel sexy. There’s another at The Shoe Boutique up the street and also at Wet and Wild so you can get a bikini and a nice dress or two for when we go out.”
Another fifteen grand on top of the two million? I glanced at my reflection in the flat screen television and wondered what it was about me that prompted all of this. “Okay,” I said. “I’ll see you on Monday.”
“I’ll have the contracts messengered to you at the hotel.”
“Okay, thank you.”
6
Olivia
I discovered many things between Monday and Wednesday. First…Axel Maxwell is a rich, kinky fucker. He has a penthouse that is designed for kinky sex. At least one room of it is. Harold calls it “The Red Room.” It’s like one of the dungeons on the BDSM porn tapes that my husband loves to watch. Mike never got too into much of anything other than spankings and light bondage…Axel on the other hand…he’s a kinky fucker. Apparently, so is Harold. Or at least, he wants to be before he dies. When I got there on Monday morning, over tea and biscuits on the balcony in the sun, Harold very politely told me that in order to earn my money I had to agree that he was my master for the next seven days. I had to agree to stay naked the entire time unless he ordered me to dress. I had to agree to call him “Big Daddy,” and I had to agree to satisfy his every whim.
Numbly, I signed the agreement. Harold’s eyes were lit up like fire-crackers. “So when do we start?” I had asked him.
“Now,” He said. “Strip.” With butterflies in my belly I stood up. I started to unbutton my blouse. “Wait!” he said. I stopped. “You forgot to say, “Yes Big Daddy.”
Weird. “Yes Big Daddy,” I’d said. I ignored the tingle the sound of that sent to my pussy. When I was finished stripping he put a collar around my neck and snapped it into place. It had a leash on it and he led me into the house like a dog…Let the Games Begin.
I discovered on Monday that Harold has a nice, thick cock and Mike is not as well-endowed as he’d led me to believe all of these years. I discovered that maybe I am a slut because we fucked all day in every conceivable position…and I loved them all. Harold snapped orders at me from time to time when he was in his “Big Daddy,” role. But at that same time he was still sweet and polite. It was kind of a sexy contrast and I realized that this place where I had no obligations and I was free to do nothing but enjoy my life and my body…was extremely addicting. By Wednesday morning, the anticipation of the day coursed through me like a shot of adrenaline.
He ordered me to meet him in the “Red Room.” As soon as I walked in I glimpsed the wooden “Pony” and fluids ran down my inner thighs at the memory of my first experience as “Big Daddy’s” cowgirl. I shuddered just being there. I could see him sitting naked on the whipping bench and I got all tingly thinking about the first time he spanked me with his bare hand. It was the hottest experience of my life.
“Hello Olivia dear.”
“Good morning, Big Daddy.”
“How was your rest?” He says “rest” and not “night” because we usually fucked until three or four in the morning and took little naps along the way. If anyone in my life besides Carrie ever found out about this…they would think that I was on drugs.
“It was perfect, sir.”
“Good. My son and his girlfriend will be here for lunch today so after we finish playing, I’ll need you to dress in something pretty, but conservative.”
“Of course, sir.” He sat up with his hard cock already in his hand and tossed something dark pink and black in my direction. I caught it. It was an extremely skimpy bra and panty set. It was one of the sets I’d charged to his account.
“Put that on,” he said. While I dressed, he stroked his long, thick cock and watched me. I was almost ready to come and when the crotch of the skimpy thong skimmed my swollen clit, I shivered. “Very good,” he said. He pushed the button on the BOSE music player. The sounds of classic stripper music came floating out. “Now strip…slowly,” he said, stroking a little harder. I turned my back to him and arching my back so my barely covered ass was pointed right at him; I reached back and untied the strings on the back of the bikini. Then I untied the strings around my neck. I wiggled my ass a little before turning around with my tits exposed. I covered them with my hands. The first day it was out of shyness. Today, it was all part of the sexy game. I could feel my nipples boring into my palms. “Get on your hands and knees,” he said. I did that too. “Now point your ass in my direction and crawl towards the toy wall…slowly.” I felt him watching me as I crawled and I heard the sounds of him jerking off and his breathing become shallower as he got close to orgasm. “Good girl. Now reach up and take down the black flogger.” I did that too and he said, “Reach back and smack that fine ass with it for Big Daddy.” I reached back and let the flogger slap my ass. “Harder!” He was gasping for breath. I did it again. That time it stung. “Oh yeah, nice red ass. Do it again!” I did it again, even harder that time. I found it so strange that I never realized a little bit of pain could be a huge turn-on. “Nice…Does Big Daddy’s girl like that?”
“Yes sir.”
“Does it make your pussy wet?”
“So wet, sir.”
“Good. That’s Big Daddy’s good girl. Crawl back over here and suck my cock. Bring your toy with you.” I stayed on all fours and crawled back towards him. I licked my lips in anticipation of taking that thick cock in my mouth. I don’t know what happened to me…but I kept telling myself it was okay since I was only doing this for a week. He was paying a lot of money; he had a right to a good time. And, me enjoying myself made it that much easier on me…right? When I got right in front of where he was sitting he held out his cock. I forgot myself and went for it with my lips. He smacked me in the face with it. I loved it when he did that. “You’re too anxious. You didn’t wait for my cue.”
“I’m sorry Big Daddy.” I looked down at the floor. He put two fingers under my chin and tipped my face up to him. He smiled at me and said,
“I accept your apology. I could never stay mad at you. Suck Big Daddy’s Cock baby. Suck me hard.” He let go of my face and I sucked his cock in between my lips. It was so big and hard I could hardly get my mouth all the way around it. I’d had almost three days’ worth of practice. I knew how to take it in a little at a time and my mouth would stretch around it as I did. I heard him moan at the same time I felt the head of his cock brush the back of my throat. He wrapped his fists up in my long hair and began to pull me forward until I was choking on it. I knew from our practice that only when he relaxed his grip was it okay for me to pull back. “Rub your pussy while you suck me.” I happily reached down and found my clit. I began rubbing it fast and hard while I bobbed up and down on his cock…I swirled my tongue around the huge member as he fucked my mouth. He was moaning loudly now and his body was rigid. “Don’t let me come,” he said with his eyes rolling back into his head. I put my hand where he’d shown me to on his cock. I wrapped one around the base of it and squeezed. He yelped, but almost immediately said, “Stand up and let me eat your sweet pussy.”
That was my favorite part. I stood up in front of him and he grabbed my ass with both hands. He pulled me quickly into his face and shoved his tongue up inside of me. He licked and sucked and made me moan and squirm for several minutes before saying, “Go get one of the big dildos off the wall.”
“Yes sir.” I went over and let my eyes scan the toys. There were more here than in the store I went to buy mine. I reached up for a big pink one. It was huge and it still didn’t rival Daddy’s. I took it back over to him and he said,
“Lie on your back in the floor with your legs facing me and spread them as wide as you can.” I felt sexy, so naked and exposed…and I was dying for him to fuck me. He reached down and shoved two fingers into my sensitive pussy. I cried out in ecstasy. He started shoving th
em in and out, hard. I was bouncing up and down, humping his hand. I was so incredibly horny. I was right on the brink…. “Don’t come!” he demanded just as my body began to tense. He pulled out his fingers and found my clit. He pinched it, hard. I cried out again. “You like it?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me?”
“So badly sir.”
“Tell me how badly you want me and why…”
“I want you so bad, Big Daddy.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Fuck me please sir. Put that huge cock inside of me and ride me hard.”
“Yeah baby, tell me.”
“I want to be full with your cock inside of me. I want to feel your hot come. Fuck me, please.”
He grinned at me and said, “Go stand on that circle in the center of the room. I was scared and excited at the same time but I did as I was told. Big Daddy came over and strapped the metal ankle braces on one of my legs. “Step out to the side,” he said. I did that so that now I was standing with my legs out in an inverted “V” shape. He reached up and tickled my pussy with his fingers. I didn’t dare move a leg. When he was satisfied with that, he closed the second piece of cold metal around my other ankle. He stood up and claimed my mouth. He was a great kisser. I loved it when he sucked my tongue into his mouth and sucked on it. Then when he gave it back and used his teeth to bit along my lips. They were sore…but it was oh so fucking sexy.
We kissed as he took my nipples between his fingers and began to twist and pull hard on them. I couldn’t stay quiet when he did that and because he knew I loved it, he used it as my reward when I was being “good.” After a while he said, “Put your hands up and grab that ring. I grabbed the metal ring overhead and he reached up and strapped my arms into it by my wrists. Then he leaned down and sucked a breast into his mouth. As I dangled from the ceiling…anchored to the floor…he devoured my tits. He sucked like a vacuum hose and then he bit all the way across it like he was making a meal. The whole time he kept muttering about how much he loved them. Unlike my husband, he appreciated my “C” cups.
When he tired of sucking them, he reached to a table not far from us and picked up two metal nipple clips. He clamped one and I cried out. He draped the cold chain across my chest and clamped the other one. It felt like they were in a vice as he leaned down again and tortured them with his tongue. God, he was fucking sexy! I thought that was the best until suddenly he stood up and sucked my neck into his mouth. He ate me…he licked and sucked and bit and nibbled and made me scream and squirm. Then he suddenly stood up and bending his knees slightly…he shoved that massive tool deep up into my pussy.
“Oh Big Daddy! Fuck!” I felt his mischievous grin against my neck. He pulled his head up and bit my ear as he fucked me fast and hard. I was screaming and I really hoped no one came in. I went out for the paper in the morning and I couldn’t remember relocking the front door. Harold reached back and grabbed the cheeks of my ass and pulled them open while he drove his cock up into me, deep. I felt him dip a finger into those juices running down the insides of my thighs. When he had it good and wet, he reached around behind me and reamed my ass with it while he ploughed into me, again and again. I cried out once more as he let his wet finger slip into the only virgin place I had on my body. I never let Mike touch my ass…but right then, it was all I wanted. I was willing him to push it in deeper and as if reading my mind…he did. He fucked my pussy with his cock and my ass with his finger while he bit his way across my neck. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I screamed and wished I could clutch onto him with my arms. Instead, I clamped down on him with the smooth walls of my pussy and came like I’d never come before. A few seconds later I felt his body go rigid and he yelled my name. If the room wasn’t soundproof, the people in the Bronx would know he was fucking me and that was at least ten miles away. When he pulled his finger and his cock out of me simultaneously I closed my eyes for a second. I missed them already. I opened my eyes to smile at him and he was gone. I looked down at the thick carpet at the edge of the metal circle I stood in. Harold, aka “Big Daddy” Golden was lying lifelessly on the floor.
“Harold!” I screamed. He didn’t flinch. “Oh fuck! Harold! Wake up!” Something inside of me knew that he wasn’t going to wake up…but I couldn’t process that as I hung naked from the ceiling. Axel and Holly weren’t coming back for two weeks. Would anyone else check up on us? “Harold! Oh God! Please!” I could feel the tears pouring down my cheeks. I was crying for poor dead Harold and I was crying for me. The humiliation of being found here like this would almost be more unbearable than hanging here and starving to death. What the fuck was I going to do? It was four days before anyone expected either of us anywhere. “Harold! Please don’t be dead! Oh my God! God! I’m sorry. Please help me! I know I broke my vow to Michael. I’ll confess! I’ll repent! I’ll go to church and pray until my knees are bloody. Just please help me!” I cried and begged God until my voice was nearly gone. Time passed I was sure, but in the dark, silent room, I had no concept of it. At one point I hung my head down on my chest and drifted off. When I woke up, I could feel drool running out of my mouth, down my neck and onto my chest. My neck hurt like a son of a bitch as I slowly pulled it up. The first thing my eyes landed on was Harold…still dead. I pulled my head up further and I screamed…or at least I tried to. I croaked. As if my position wasn’t humiliating enough, I sounded like a fucking frog.
“Who are you?” I asked the gorgeous, muscular tattooed God standing in the doorway staring at me as if he were in shock.
“I’m Ryan…” he cocked his head in the direction of the dead man on the floor and said, “His son.” There was a long…and exceedingly awkward pause before he said, “Who the fuck are you?”
7
Ryan
This is what I get for bringing my new girlfriend to meet my father. He’s dead in some kind of BDSM dungeon and there’s a naked girl hanging from some God-awful looking post. She’s a hot girl…but it’s a bizarre situation regardless, especially because Samantha is waiting in the living room. Shit! Between knowing Axel the way I do and the way my father was always trying to live his bucket list…I should have known something like this would happen. She’s a really hot girl…
“Who did you say you were?” I asked her, trying to keep my eyes level with her face. It was pretty close to asking me not to breathe. She’s really, really hot.
“Olivia,” she said. Tears were streaming down her face now. Jeez! How embarrassed must she be!
“My dad’s dead?” Stupid thing to say, really, but I don’t think there’s any acceptable etiquette in a situation like this. Actually, this might be the first situation like this in the books. She started sobbing then, big, heaving, gulping sobs. It probably makes me a huge dick that I enjoyed the way her breasts moved up and down as she cried. “Hey, don’t cry. It’s okay. He was sick.” That just made her sob harder. Damn it! “Hang on, let me get him off the floor and then I’ll help you, okay?” Make-up and snot were streaming down her face and she was still hot. Shit!
I struggled with Dad. I’m a pretty big guy, but so was he. Once I got him on the bed on his back I looked down at his face. The old letch was smiling. It was obvious he’d just gotten off before he hit the floor. I smiled and shook my head. You go Dad! I thought about holding up his hand and giving him five but once again I realized that was probably not socially acceptable and besides, there was a naked girl to be dealt with. I covered him up and kissed him on the forehead. I love my dad, but we’ve spent the past few months telling each other everything we needed to say and although I’m going to miss the hell out of him, my heart felt strangely at peace right now. Maybe because I knew he’d had such a good life and he’d accomplished pretty much everything he ever wanted to. The proof was hanging behind me by leather straps.
“Okay Olivia, let’s get you down.” That set her off again. I looked up at the straps that held her arms in place. I had no clue how to release them. “Do you know w
here the release is?”
In a high-pitched panicked voice she said, “No!” Then her whole body began to shake and she started crying again. Shit!
“It’s okay. We’re going to get you out, alright. I need a knife or something though. Wait here…” Son of a bitch I’m an idiot. “Sorry, I’ll be right back.” I heard her suck in another pathetic breath as I was leaving the room. I closed the door and went towards the kitchen. There was cute little Samantha Daniels sitting on the edge of the couch looking like a nervous wreck. I was attracted to her because she and I are so different. I think she’s attracted to me for the same reason. My motorcycle and tattoos and leather were a whole world apart from what she knew. She seemed in awe of me sometimes and like she was hoping to use me to break out of her shell. I wondered how she’d feel about that if she saw the room where I just found my father.
“Hey, is everything okay?” she asked me, forcing a smile.
I stopped. What the fuck am I supposed to tell her? “Um…Shit! Not really. Dad died.” She stood up and gasped.
“Oh Ryan! I’m so sorry. Do you want me to call someone? An ambulance maybe?”
“Yeah, but not right this minute. There’s…um…another situation I have to deal with first.”
“What is it?” This little girl is so farm fresh…she’s too sweet and innocent for me. What the hell was I thinking bringing her anywhere near anything that has Axel’s stamp on it?
“My dad was with a woman when he died…”
“Oh the poor lady!”
My lips curled on the edges before I caught myself. If she only knew. “Yeah…she’s pretty upset and embarrassed. They were…um…”
“Making love?” she asked. I suspected Sam was a virgin. I was developing a case of blue balls trying to take it slow with her. She was just so damned cute. Making love…
