Beg Me: Sold to My Dad's Boss

by Cassandra Dee

  So I turned back to the brunette, who was nibbling on her sandwich once again.

  “Baby,” I said gently. “While you’re with me I want to set some ground rules. There aren’t many, but there are a few I thought you should be aware of.”

  And she nodded, licking her lips slightly, lapping up a couple crumbs. I was so distracted by that pink flicker that I almost lost my train of thought again, almost jumped her right there, under the kitchen lamps. But fuck, back to business.

  “Of course, Mr. Jones, I’m all ears.”

  And I nodded approvingly.

  “Good, because the first one is this,” I said, pulling a tiny black g-string out of my pocket, the lace sheer and fine, the crotch nothing but a postage stamp of cloth. “When you’re in the house, this will be the only thing you wear. I want everything else bare, boobs, butt, ass, open and creamy.”

  And the girl gasped, her cheeks flushing. Again, that g-string couldn’t have been more than a square inch of cloth at most.

  “But Mr. Jones,” she sputtered. “I –I –I’ll get cold!” she protested helplessly.

  I grinned wolfishly at her.

  “I’ll set the house temp so that it’s eighty degrees at all times, you’ll be toasty baby, I’ll make sure of that. In fact, it’s already at eighty-five.”

  And sure enough, the girl overheated again, a delicate flush rising to her cheeks.

  “I did think it was a little hot,” she whispered, her eyes dropping to the table before stealing a glimpse at the g-string again. Fuck, the tiny piece of lingerie was so small, so flimsy in my hand that I bet she was already thinking how I’d rip it off in one fell swoop, that bit of fabric no match for my aggressive ways.

  And I laughed deep in my throat because the teen was right. And there was more.

  “Good, that was rule number one. Rule number two is that when I’m in a room, you’ll need to show me your pussy.”

  She gaped again at me, mouth open.

  “But I don’t get it Mr. Jones. Aren’t I supposed to be wearing … that?” she gestured at the lacy g-string in my hand. “That would co-cover me,” she stammered.

  “Yes,” I ground out, my eyes hot on her body. “But you’re gonna be pointing your pussy at me at all times, pulling the cloth to the side so you’re bare. Like this,” I demonstrated with the g-string, stretching the crotch to one side so there could be no mistaking exactly what she was supposed to do. “Your kitty is mine and I expect it to be open for my gaze and touch whenever I want.”

  And the girl gasped again but I could tell she was turned on too.

  “Oh my god, Mr. Jones, oh my god.”

  I could tell Lindy thought she was in the middle of some Fifty Shades of Grey dream scenario, but there could be nothing further than the truth. Christian Grey was a boy, a sissy trying to figure himself out. By contrast, I was an adult male, alpha, dominant, and had been playing with females for years. I knew exactly what I was doing, and exactly how I wanted to do it.

  “Got that honey?” I rumbled deep in my chest, my voice as soothing as liquid amber. “Got that?”

  And the brunette nodded slowly.

  “Yes, I – I think I got it,” she stammered, blushing again.

  That was good enough for now because I’d saved the kicker for last.

  “And honey,” I said slowly, “My last stipulation is that you fall asleep with my dick in your body each night. It can be in your pussy, your mouth or your ass, but it’s gotta be in you somewhere, pushed up tight.”

  And that one made Lindy audibly shriek then, her gasp sliding into a high-pitched whine. Because I’d said nothing about oral or anal so far, maybe she thought the ten days with me were going to be just pussy sex, just a little dick in twat, a little creaming kitty on my pole. But hell no. HELL no. I fucking love a woman’s ass, that dry, hot heat, the anal breach so tight, so mysterious, and I wasn’t holding back this time or ever.

  And the girl’s mouth? Well those pink pouty lips had had me distracted from the get go, made my motor rev for years, and there was no better place for them to be than circled around my dick, kissing me, licking my member, sucking me hard until her cheeks hollowed. So yeah, rule number three? It was the cherry on top and I was looking forward to having those lips on me tonight in fact. Fuck, I was looking forward to being in Lindy every night from here on out.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Lindy

  My time with Chris has been shocking, blowing through all of my boundaries … and so arousing too. Because I’ve been tutored by a master, Mr. Jones knows exactly what he wants and is always in control, taking, stroking, kissing, loving, making me feel good all over.

  And it was shocking at first, I admit. I knew my ten days here would open new frontiers, that he was going to take my virginity, that I’d have cock in me every night. I just didn’t realize how sensual it would be, how much I’d want it every second of it.

  Take rule one for example. I saunter around the mansion now in nothing but a lacy g-string and black patent heels, everything about me out on display, boobs jouncing, hips swaying, my little cunt so wet all the time that my thighs are constantly smeared with cream.

  And the big man? It’s like it’s normal to him to have a conversation about current events, about what he’s making for dinner with me perched on the stool, totally nude. He acts like nothing’s wrong, sautéing away, putting together five course meals while asking me about school, my job, my interests and hobbies, except that my huge tits are resting on the table all the while, the white flesh creamy and enormous, my pink nipples pointed at him while we talk.

  And he notices, of course. I see the constant bulge in his pants, the way those blue eyes trace my figure, watch my tits glisten, the curve of my ass generous and firm. But he goes right ahead with whatever he’s doing, cooking, cleaning, getting my bath ready, it’s all par for the course.

  And I have to say that it’s changed me too. I used to be kinda shy and conservative, wearing clothes that covered me up, swathing me entirely so that I was shapeless and frumpy. But since rule number one, I’ve developed a new awareness of my body, loving the way it jiggles, how it’s able to turn Mr. Jones on without even trying, my curves out to here, my ass out to there, the big man’s eyes glued to me all the time, appreciative and hot. And the truth is, it makes me tingle inside, my pussy starts steaming, there’s a burning sensation that never goes away now, a slow, exciting arousal that’s with me 24/7.

  So as you can see, we don’t leave the house much. I’m not sure how Mr. Jones is able to work from home so much, but he’s the boss so I guess he calls the shots. Obviously, I can’t go out because I’m not dressed, and it seems that Chris is more than happy just to have me trail him around, sit quietly as he works, watch TV as he lifts weights.

  But that’s when rule number two gets put into play. Because I’m not reading in a chair, or watching TV on the lounger. No sir. I’ve got to respect rule number two and that means that even though I might have my nose buried in a book, I’m reading on my hands and knees, my ass facing him with my panties pulled to the side, cunt on display.

  “Mmm, that’s good,” he rumbled the other day, seated at his desk.

  And I giggled a little before shaking my kitty at him.

  “What was that, Sir?” I murmured dulcetly. Mr. Jones likes to be called “Sir” or “Daddy” sometimes, and the names roll off my tongue now.

  He frowned a little.

  “Seems the stock market’s doing well,” he rumbled.

  I pouted a little myself. I thought he was talking about my kitty, how it gleamed and ran under the low lights. So I went fishing for a compliment.

  “Sir,” I murmured. “If the market’s doing well, maybe you could celebrate … right in here,” I said, sassily wiggling my cunt.

  Okay, so my come-ons aren’t exactly masterpieces, I’m not gonna be winning a Pulitzer Prize any time soon, but you know what? It works. Because the big man groaned, his gaze hot on my ass, dick out, the
tip leaking wetly as he stroked it slowly.

  And I giggled again, shaking my sweet cunt, the folds open, wet, bare for him.

  “Daddy,” I said naughtily. “This book on the Kama Sutra you asked me to read is so amazing, I’ve learned so much just looking at the pictures,” I purred. “See this one? The woman’s foot is way high up over here, and then the guy’s dick is … oh my god, it’s like he’s turned upside down! Sir, can you do that?”

  And the big man let out a curse deep in his throat.

  “Baby you gotta be a yogi to do some of that shit, you gotta be able to bend over double, grip your ankles all the while sticking your tongue out.”

  And I giggled again. Chris’s words were so nasty, he talked dirty to me sometimes and I should have been disgusted but instead, it turned me on. Besides, I agreed with his comments. The Kama Sutra was ridiculous and I don’t know how people twisted themselves into those poses without having a Ph.D. in acrobatics. But that didn’t bother me.

  “No worries, I’m young and flexible,” I cooed. “I can do it.”

  The big man just grunted again. I saw from the corner of my eye that he’d completely turned away from his monitor now and was fisting his dick slowly now while staring at my bare ass, my boobs dragging on the ground as I crouched over.

  “So Mr. Jones, what do you say?” I baited again, shaking my kitty at him once more. I heard an incoherent grunt come from his direction, those blue eyes blazing as they took in my wet folds. “Wanna try position number three hundred and fifty seven here? It just means that we’ll have to … um, stretch a little first, maybe warm up and get our muscles loosened.”

  But Chris was done with games.

  “Face down, ass up,” he ground out, eyes hot on my curves.

  And I moaned throatily because suddenly playtime was over, the tone of his voice had changed so that the alpha was at the fore now, commanding, dominant, forcing me to do his bidding.

  And like a little fuckdoll, I did exactly as I was told. I pushed the book aside and lowered my cheek until it was pressed against the Persian rug, my ass high up, wafts of warm air drifting across my pussy, shivering across my thighs.

  “Sir,” I murmured breathily, “Is this what you want?”

  I half-expected him to be on me in a moment, to feel the tip of him probing at my soft folds before pushing inside all the way, making me cream and shiver uncontrollably, my cheek smashed into the ground as he pounded me again and again. But instead, the big man just watched.

  “Baby,” he growled low in his throat. “Pull yourself open for me.”

  And I did as he ordered. Bracing my narrow shoulders on the ground, I reached both hands in back so that I was cupping my ass cheeks and slowly pulled the meaty orbs apart, my white flesh opening to show my pink slit, everything from clit to asshole.

  “Like this, Daddy?” I asked. “You wanna fuck me like this?” I panted against the ground. Oh god, I was dying for his touch now, I wanted it so bad, my clit throbbed hotly, my channel creaming in anticipation of his touch.

  But I hadn’t been thorough enough.

  “No baby girl,” he growled in reply. “Show me what you got up that passageway.”

  And I moaned throatily then, my eyes closed. Because Chris is a master and my pussy is his playground. He wanted to see absolutely everything I had to give. And so with another whine, I let go of my ass cheeks, spreading my legs further before reaching between my thighs with both hands and delicately pulling my labia apart, baring my inner pinkness to him, the folds so steamy and wet, pulsing for his touch.

  “Daddy, like this?” I murmured again. “Is this what you wanted?”

  And this time the big man was satisfied.

  “Fuck, little girl,” he ground out, “Fuck fuck fuck, you’re so beautiful, that cunt’s so tight, so small, so …”

  “So pink?” I giggled. “Dying for …”

  But I wasn’t able to finish because he was on me then.

  “FUCK!” he roared, thrusting his dick in me in one fell swoop, nailing me deep. “Oh FUCK you’re tight!”

  And I squealed then, almost lifted in the air by his hugeness, my hips bucking uncontrollably, panting and gasping. My boobs swayed as he knelt behind me, drilling me again and again.

  “Ohh!” I shrieked, lifting my chin up, throwing my head back so that brown curls spilled over my shoulders. “Oh oh oh!”

  And the big man took his cue. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head so that I was arched backwards almost painfully as his dick thrust away.

  “You like that?” he growled, using my hair like the reins on a horse. “You like that little filly?”

  And I could only mewl and cry my pleasure, my cunt was about to explode, I was so swollen and wet, stretched and full of his dick that words escaped me, I was incoherent with ecstasy.

  “Mmmm!” I screamed again. “Mmmm!”

  I thought I was going come then, it was so hard, fast and rough, and we did it differently each time, this being one of my favorites, being ridden like a horse, jerked and controlled as his dick sawed away in back. But suddenly, Chris stopped all movement and the cessation made me mewl and cry out in desperation. I needed cock in me, his member was the source of my desire and I couldn’t understand how we’d gone from a deep drill to a complete standstill.

  “Daddy?” I panted. “Mr. Jones?”

  But the big man just slapped my ass hard, once, making me jolt and jiggle before massaging the red area, his fingers warm, gliding over the sensitive spot.

  “Wha-what was that for?” I asked, panting. “Did I do something bad?”

  The big man just chuckled deeply behind me, his dick still buried inside my wet cunt and I could feel the vibrations of his laugh through his cock, making my pussy gush wetly again.

  “No, not at all baby girl,” he drawled, his own voice slightly hoarse from the deep drill. “I just want to try something new,” he ground out.

  New? I flushed, looking over him at my shoulder, eyes wide, only to be met with Chris’s knowing blue gaze. And I shuddered inside, melting, giving into my fate.

  “Yes, Mr. Jones,” I panted. “Do whatever you want.”

  And the big man chuckled.

  “Good to see I’ve trained you so well,” he ground out. “For that, you’re getting my special.”

  I closed my eyes, my body tensing, bracing for something shocking, something crazy to happen, and Mr. Jones didn’t let me down. I heard him spit for a moment, and then a telling trickle of warm saliva dripping onto my ass.

  My eyes flew open. What the?

  But it was true. As the fluid crested into my asshole, a big hand began rubbing it around my pleats, the brown pucker sensitive and tight, making my lids flutter, my entire body come alive.

  “Oh!” I panted, my head dropping weakly between my shoulders. It was so private, so unexpected. No man had ever touched my anus before, it was straight out of my dirtiest fantasies. “Oh god, you’re touching me there,” I mewled.

  The big man grunted.

  “Baby, I touch you anywhere I want,” he growled and with that, his digit began to apply pressure.

  “Oh!” my eyes flew open this time. “Oh oh oh!” I panted. “It’s inside!”

  “That’s right,” he confirmed, his voice deep and possessive. “Like I said, anywhere I want, and that includes inside you.”

  And at that moment, my butt popped open, my anus giving it up, letting the big man breach me. His finger slid in smoothly, that blunt, thick digit making its way up my back hole, the feel incredible, my dry walls clenching tight around him. My nipples were on fire, his dick still buried in my swollen cunt, and oh god, but now my ass was being violated.

  “Mmm,” he murmured throatily. “Fuck you’re tight back here,” he said before stirring his finger a bit, making me moan with lust, a wave of sensation beginning to build.

  And slowly, the big man began shifting his hips again, pulling his dick in and out of my pussy as he fingered my ass, u
sing both holes, playing my body like a fine instrument.

  “Fuck, baby girl,” he muttered, “I can feel my cock moving through your ass wall, it’s incredible, you’re so sensitive, so hot, so fucking responsive.”

  And my pussy jerked again then, loving the DP, everything open, willing and wet for this man.

  “Yes, Daddy,” I murmured. “Please.”

  “Please what?” he grunted in return. “Say it.”

  And as my ass and pussy were drilled from behind, my clit buzzing with energy, my walls beginning to pulse on their own, I did the unthinkable.

  “Mr. Jones.” I gasped, my body shaking with desire, “I want it, I want it, ohhhh, put it in me, I think I love you!”

  And without thinking, I careened over the edge then. My vision blacked out for a moment before becoming pure white, my pussy teetering before exploding, sending shockwaves of sensation through my body, clamping on his dick, milking it like a madman as I screamed and shouted my heart’s desire.

  And the words drove him over the edge too. Upon hearing the word “love,” the big man gave it up, pulse after pulse of hot semen releasing in my snatch, spraying my insides even as he fingered my anus, stretching it and fucking it, pushing me more and more until a second orgasm crashed over me.

  “Oh god!” I screamed. “Mr. Jones!”

  I’m not sure why I screamed for God one second and then for Mr. Jones in the next, but all I knew was that the follow-up orgasm was even harder than the first, this time my ass bearing down like a mighty earthquake, both pussy and anus spasming so hard on him that I almost forced his dick out, my hips bucking, ass cheeks clapping like thunder as I tossed and jolted, every part of me on fire, cream gushing like a river.

  But this wasn’t Mr. Jones’s first rodeo and he knew exactly how to ride an excited filly.

  “That’s it baby,” he growled, his finger in my ass stroking, directing the way. “Easy honey, easy.”