Daddy Dom

by Lucy Wild

He climbed up the bed, his face hovering above mine, the heat of his skin pressing against me, his cock rubbing on my thigh. “Are you ready?”

  I nodded eagerly. Then he was in me.

  TWENTY

  DOMINIC

  Pushing myself into her for the first time was the greatest feeling imaginable. It felt better than it ever had with anyone before. Maybe it was because I’d waited so long, maybe it was because it almost hadn’t happened. I don’t know. Whatever it was, I didn’t care. I just cared about the look on her face when I pushed my cock slowly into her, not stopping my hips from moving until I was buried inside her.

  I leaned down and kissed her open mouth, remaining deep inside her pussy, making tiny little thrusts with my hips. As she began to kiss me back, I withdrew, watching her expression change from lust to frustration. I wanted to tease her but I couldn’t, I had to go in again. This time I thrust faster, grinding into her before pulling back again. I sat up, remaining inside her as I reached between her legs and found her clit, stroking it gently as she rocked her hips down onto me, trying to draw me deeper into her again.

  The sight of my cock buried in her pussy made it impossible for me to play with her clit any longer. “On all fours,” I said, sliding out of her.

  I wanted to see her ass presented for me. She rolled over and got onto her knees and my shaft twitched at the sight of how red her buttocks had become. I stood up and walked over to my drawer, getting my crop. I returned to the bed, kneeling behind her. I brought the crop whipping down on her ass. She let out a cry of shock and jolted forwards. The moment she did that, I grabbed her hips and thrust myself into her pussy, just once, before pulling out again.

  It took all the self discipline I had to keep doing that. I would give her a blow from the crop, then thrust into her, then back to the crop. Soon her ass was redder than ever and she was gasping for air, begging for me to fuck her, to come inside her. I managed to resist for another five minutes before tossing the crop aside. I stared at her ass, taking her hips in my hands as I slid all the way into her soaking wet pussy. I was as far inside her as I could get and with her face pressed into the pillow, I was able to lean forwards, put all my weight on her, feel the tightness of her pussy contracting around me.

  Pulling back, I looked down at my shaft, seeing it glisten with her wetness coating its length. Then I began to slam myself into her, not holding back, unable to take it easy any longer. She fought for breath as I fucked her as hard as I could, loving the heat radiating from her buttocks onto my skin. She moaned and writhed in place as I began to pant for air, not slowing down for a second until she suddenly said, “I’m going to come. Oh, fuck, yes, yes, give it to me, Daddy. Keep going, fuck, keep going.”

  Her pussy gripped my cock tighter than ever and the skin on her back began to redden as she came, her climax washing over her and almost sending her flat to the blankets. Only my hands on her hips kept her from moving, from recovering. I slowed for the briefest of seconds before continuing, ramming into her as hard as I could. When I felt like I was on the verge of coming, I slid out of her. “Onto your back,” I said. “I want to look in your eyes when I come.”

  She rolled over at once and it was like looking at a different person. She still looked innocent, sort of. But her eyes were wild, her cheeks red, her hair all over her face. She clawed up at me as I pushed myself between her legs, loving that feeling of her enveloping my cock, drawing it deep inside her. I moved down until I was crushing her under me then I began to kiss her, feeling her hot breath exhaling into my mouth as her hands slid over my back. My hips rose and fell and she ground herself against me, her legs wrapping round my back, trapping me inside her.

  My pelvis rubbed against her clit, bringing her to yet another climax within seconds. I knew I wouldn’t be able to last much longer, not with her begging me to come inside her. “Give it to me, please, Daddy,” she whined. “I need to feel it inside me. Please, come in me.”

  “Fucking hell,” I muttered, slamming into her. “I can’t last any longer.”

  “God, yes, please give it to me,” she said, pulling my body down against hers as my mouth fell open. With a grunt, I thrust into her a final time and then I came, spurting deep inside her, filling her with my spunk, her lips pressing into my neck. “Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered, kissing me again and again. “Thank you so much.”

  I pulled back and slid my shaft back and forth a little, reluctant to leave her even as I started to soften. Finally, I slid free, rolling over to lay on my side next to her. I played absently with her nipples, watching as her hands slid down her body to rub her stomach. “Touch yourself for me,” I said, watching as she fought with her own modesty.

  I glared at her. “Do it.”

  Her hands moved down from her stomach, finding her clit, stroking it gently. I looked down her body, staring intently at the sight of her masturbating, my cock twitching and half hardening at the sight of her, the sounds she made as she pushed a finger into herself.

  It didn’t take her long to come and I enjoyed watching every second. With her fingers a blur on her clit, she suddenly shoved her hips upwards and came. The instant she did so, I kissed her, inhaling the breath of her orgasm as her eyes closed. They remained closed for a long time afterwards. I just lay there next to her, watching her sleep, unable to keep the smile from my lips.

  TWENTY-ONE

  EVANGELINE

  I woke up the next morning with the biggest grin on my face. I ached, deep inside me, but it was a good kind of ache, the best kind. It meant that he’d been in me, that he’d filled me with his cock. I thought about what we’d done, my hand stroking his chest as he slept on his back next to me. He looked so peaceful but somehow even with his eyes closed he seemed to dominate me, all my thoughts were about him.

  The feel of his cock when it had pushed itself into me, it made me tingle just to remember it. He had stretched me, filled me, gone as deep into me as was possible, further than I thought was possible. He’d used the crop on me and unlike last time, I hadn’t freaked out. Like Clare had said, if I liked it, that was all that mattered. I didn’t need to feel ashamed of enjoying the sting, knowing I was his, knowing that he was giving me permission to enjoy what was happening to me.

  I had come so many times, I wasn’t sure I could count them. Each one had sent me into a happy daze of bliss but they were nothing compared to the joy of him coming inside me, knowing that my little body had been enough to bring him to orgasm, to make him cum in me. Then he’d made me touch myself for him. I had reservations when he told me to do it but the look he gave me said, it’s okay, you’re allowed to enjoy your body, there’s nothing shameful about masturbating.

  It had always been a private thing before but something about doing it for his pleasure brought out the inner exhibitionist in me and made my final climax all the more powerful, feeling his cum on my pussy as I orgasmed.

  I realised that my daydreams were taking over me when I found my hand had moved down his chest and was stroking around his cock. Pushing the covers down, I looked at it, watched it as it began to harden, my fingers moving closer to it. I looked at his face but he seemed fast asleep. Unable to resist, I shuffled myself down the bed, staring closely at it, examining it whilst running my fingers along the shaft, my pussy getting wet at the memory of it being deep inside me, slamming into me, coming in me.

  I took hold of the base of his cock in my hand a moment later, sticking out my tongue and circling the tip before taking him into my mouth, sliding down his length. I don’t know when he woke up but just as I slid back his hands landed on the back of my head, holding me in place with his cock impaled deep in me. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move, all I could do was taste him as he started to twitch on my tongue.

  When he loosened his grip, I pulled back, fighting for breath while glancing up at him. His eyes were still shut. Was he just teasing me? Well, I thought, this will get his attention.

  I climbed onto him, spreading my legs over
his hips, guiding the tip of him over my wetness, circling my clit with it. Still he kept his eyes shut, not opening them until I moved him to my pussy and drove my hips down onto him, dropping all my weight on his cock, feeling it slide all the way up into me. All of a sudden, he was fully awake, reaching out for my boobs, playing with my nipples as I rocked back and forth on his length.

  “Oh, fuck, that feels good,” he said, taking hold of my hips as I leaned down and kissed him. I stayed in place as his hips thrust up against me faster and faster, his cock sliding rapidly in and out of me. The feel of it was enough to bring me to orgasm in under a minute, a climax made all the stronger by the look on his face. His mouth fell open and I felt his cock twitch in me at the same moment. Then his hot spunk spurted into me, filling me to capacity as my own orgasm continued to wrack my body.

  I collapsed against him, panting for breath as he grinned up at me. “Good morning,” he said, kissing me softly.

  “Good morning, Daddy,” I replied, kissing him back.

  An hour later we were sat in his kitchen, him nursing coffee, me in one of his shirts, sat with a bagel in my hand and an orange juice in front of me. “What are your plans for today?” he asked.

  I shrugged. “Go back to bed with you.”

  “I would love to but I’ve got to go into work.”

  I pouted at him. “That’s a shame.”

  “I know but Greg’s been in touch. He’s set up a meeting with Archibald and a few of the major shareholders. We’re going to get him to confess or die trying.”

  “What if he doesn’t?”

  “Then we’ve no choice but to go to the police. With this much evidence, it shouldn’t be too hard to prove it was him.”

  “Then what?”

  “Then we get back to running the company. Fix the mess he made.”

  “What about me?”

  “What about you?”

  “Is there time for me in all of this?”

  He put down his mug and walked round the table, taking my hands in his and lifting me to my feet. “You are my little girl,” he said. “Daddy will always have time for his little girl.”

  He kissed me and butterflies fluttered in my stomach from the feel of his lips against mine. His hand slid down my chest and my nipple stiffened instantly. “No,” I muttered, shaking my head. “You’ve got a meeting.”

  He growled, moving his hand reluctantly away. “You’re right,” he said, glancing at the clock on the wall. “Though I hope it doesn’t take very long. I have a lot of things I want to do to you.”

  “Oh, really?” I asked, grinning at him. “Like what?”

  “You’ll have to wait and see, won’t you?” he said, kissing my forehead. “Now I better go get ready. Wish me luck.”

  TWENTY-TWO

  DOMINIC

  It hurt me to leave her at home. All I wanted was to rip that shirt open and see her naked again. Instead I was having to run off to a meeting that would decide the fate of the company once and for all. I found it hard to switch my thoughts from her though.

  Her face was in front of me as I drove, keeping me company. I kept picturing the look on it when she came, the surprised joy she showed me when I climaxed inside her. A car horn blared and I realised I was swerving towards the far lane. Concentrate, I told myself. Don’t get yourself killed because you’re thinking about fucking her.

  I got to the office just before nine. It gave me twenty minutes before Greg and the others were due to arrive. He’d arranged for Archibald to meet us at twelve, telling him a cock and bull story about wanting to run over the projections for the next quarter. Instead we were going to nail him to the wall. I reached the conference room before I realised what I’d done. I was so distracted by her, I’d forgotten.

  “Shit,” I muttered out loud as I rifled through my briefcase. It wasn’t there. The file Greg had given me for safekeeping, the one that had all the incriminating paperwork in it, his forged signature, the contract with my father, all of it. I’d left it at home. I had warned him it would be safer with him but he was adamant. “If he wants to steal it from me, he’s got to break into my office. If he wants to steal it from you, he’s got to get into a top floor penthouse with more security than the Tower of London. You keep it at yours.”

  I bet he’d regret saying that if he knew I was pacing the corridor trying to decide if I had time to run home and get it. And then, from nowhere, my saviour arrived.

  At the end of the corridor, a figure in a silver dress appeared, running towards me. “Evangeline?” I asked, blinking as she skidded to a halt in front of me. “Is that you?”

  She nodded, fighting to catch her breath. “I ran after you but you’d gone. Here, you left this.”

  She handed me the file and I looked down at it in bewilderment. “How did you know?”

  “Because you told me everything, remember? I saw it on the coffee table this morning. You’re lucky the cabs in this city are as fast as your driver.”

  “Thank you,” I said, pushing open the door to the conference room. “Thank you so much.”

  She followed me in and stood watching as I locked the door behind her. “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “Thanking you properly,” I replied, closing the blinds before turning to look at her. “Strip.”

  “What? You can’t be serious.”

  “You could have flashed half the city, running in that dress. You’re lucky I’m not spanking you for such naughty behaviour. Strip.”

  She looked at me and then at the door. “That’s definitely locked?”

  “If you don’t get out of that dress this instant, I’ll unlock it and strip you in the corridor.”

  The dress was off her in seconds. She stood naked next to the conference table and I looked at her, watching her shuffle in place. “Over here,” I said, waiting until she reached me. When she was standing right in front of me, I grabbed her and lifted her upwards, lying her back on the conference table.

  I shoved her legs open and began kissing her thighs, moving my lips quickly towards her pussy, desperate for that sweet taste of her on my tongue. I began kissing her clit as she let out muffled gasps above me, her hand over her mouth to help her keep quiet. I knew I didn’t have long before everyone arrived so I didn’t tease her for more than a minute before pulling my cock out through my trousers, stroking it along her soft folds that were already coated in wetness.

  “We shouldn’t,” she muttered just as I thrust into her.

  “Yes, we should,” I replied, pulling back and slamming into her again. She let out a low moan as I grabbed her hands, lifting her towards me. Within moments she was in my arms, impaled on my cock as we moved against the wall, her mouth pressed to mine. As we kissed, I thrust ever faster into her, her hands scratching my back through my suit.

  “I’m going to come,” she whispered into my mouth, her pussy contracting round my cock just seconds later. I kept kissing her through her orgasm, the only way to silence her cries of joy as her limbs shook. Her climax had barely passed before I twisted her round, bending her over against the wall, looking down at her pert round ass.

  I slid into her pussy, moving a finger to her asshole a second later, nudging into it, using her wetness to help guide myself into that tight taboo spot. She groaned too loudly but I didn’t care anymore, I just needed to come. I thrust as hard as I could, my finger exploring her ass until with a quiet grunt, my cock twitched inside her and spunk shot deep into her pussy, filling her up as my shaft jerked in place.

  There was a knock on the door a second later and I heard the rattling of keys. “Shit,” I muttered, sliding out of her. “Get dressed.”

  Just as she finished adjusting her dress, the door swung open and Greg stood there looking in at me. “Why was the door locked?” he asked, setting his briefcase down on the table.

  “Just getting everything set up,” I replied, turning to kiss Evangeline on the cheek. “Thank you for coming,” I said. “I’ll see you tonight, maybe?”
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  “I hope so, Daddy,” she whispered back in my ear before walking shakily away.

  I turned to Greg who was frowning at me. “What?” I asked.

  “Your fly’s undone,” he said. “I’m guessing the gift and grovelling worked then.”

  “I guess so,” I replied as the door opened again and the shareholders began to file in. “Gentlemen,” I smiled. “Ladies. Come on in. We have a lot to get through and not much time. Please, take your seats and we’ll begin.”

  TWENTY-THREE

  EVANGELINE

  TWO DAYS LATER

  “Well, hello stranger,” Clare said when I walked in. “I was beginning to think you’d moved out.”

  “I’ve only been gone a couple of days.”

  “You don’t write, you don’t phone. You might have been dead for all I knew.” She burst into fake tears.

  “I sent you an email.”

  “Without any juicy details in at all. Honestly, Evangeline, you have no consideration for me.”

  “I’m glad I came back.”

  “Come on then, come and sit down next to the freakishly large teddy bear and tell me everything.”

  I told her some things. Not all the details she wanted, they were just between me and my Daddy. I’d come to think of him like that without even realising it had happened. I’d just naturally slotted into the role of his little girl. It suited my submissive nature. I found I was far happier having him tell me what to do than having to think about it for myself. It wasn’t that I thought I had no say in anything, it just meant that I didn’t have to worry, I could just relax and enjoy whatever we did together. And we did so many things together.

  “My ass has got actual bruises on it,” I said when I’d finished summing up the last couple of days. “It feels incredible. Every time I sit down, it reminds me I’m his.”