by Hamel, B. B.
He pulls back and stands me up, pulling me along by the hair. “This isn’t a punishment, Hazel,” he says softly, bringing me around behind one of the chairs. He stops me there and bends me forward. I rest my bound hands against the back of it. “This isn’t a reward, either,” he says as he pulls down my panties.
He wads them up and pushes them into my mouth. I protest as first but he smirks and I feel his fingers start to tease my pussy.
“You can pull them out whenever you want,” he whispers in my ear. “But you’re about to get loud, my little Hazel, and I don’t want you to get embarrassed when someone catches us.”
I groan and bite down on the cotton in my mouth. I can taste my own wet pussy on it, but I quickly forget all about the gag as his fingers start to play with my pussy. He slides them deep inside, curling back and along the roof, making me wiggle my ass when he touches my spot. He pulls them out and teases my clit, stepping closer.
I can feel his hard cock against my ass. He kisses my back, teasing my pussy with his fingers. “You have such a perfect back,” he says. “So fucking beautiful.” He unhooks my bra and it slides forward, off my shoulders, but stays stuck around my wrists, unable to get past the rope. “Perfect, perky breasts.” He teases my nipples, squeezing them softly. I moan into my panties. “Pink little nipples and a pink little cunt.”
He spanks me. It happens fast and surprises me. I groan into the panties as he spanks me again, teasing my breasts the whole time. I wiggle my hips for him and he spanks me a third time before plunging his fingers deep into my pussy.
“If I’m not mistaken, it seems that you’re starting to enjoy a little punishment.” He slowly strokes in and out of my pussy with his fingers. He pulls my hair back. “Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I say, but it comes out muffled.
He smiles. “What was that?”
I try to say it again, but I can’t, not with the panties in my mouth. He pulls them out and I gasp.
“Yes, Daddy,” I say, biting my lip.
“Good girl. Open up.”
I open my mouth. He puts the panties back in.
“I like when you obey me. There’s nothing better than an obedient, dirty girl trying to please her Daddy.”
I wiggle my hips again for him as he presses his fingers deeper inside before dropping to his knees and spreading my ass wide open. I groan as I feel his tongue exploring me again, licking every inch of my ass and my pussy. He’s not shy about licking my clit, working it slowly, tasting every inch of my body.
He’s ravenous, incredible. Pleasure washes through me and I can barely help myself. I moan into the panties, freely groaning. I bite down on the cotton, tensing my jaw as the pleasure rises through me and Mason licks my pussy faster.
It feels incredible. I want him so badly it almost hurts, but he’s taking his time, teasing me, pushing my limits. Every time I think he’s about to fuck me, take me to where I need to go, he does something unexpected. I’m riding high, barely able to control myself.
He stands up and spanks my ass again. He palms my hips and pulls me against him. I can feel his cock sliding against my gaping cunt, begging for him. He kisses my neck and ear, his hands moving up to rub against my back.
I groan as he bites my shoulder. “You want me to fuck you. I can taste it.”
I moan into the panties.
“I know what you want, Hazel. Better than you do.”
“Please,” I say through the panties.
He laughs softly. I feel his fingers teasing me again before he steps back and spanks my ass one more time, this time harder than before.
I look over my shoulder but before I can complain, I feel his cock slip inside of me.
I gasp. He’s so big, it spreads me apart. He pushes himself deep into me, and I’m so soaking wet that he sinks easily inside. I groan, biting the panties and dipping my head forward.
“Don’t ever say that I don’t give you what you want,” he whispers. “You always get what you want.”
I groan and grind my hips back against him. He laughs softly and lets me do the work, moving my hips back and forth along his thick cock, sliding him in and out. I grip the chair as I go, moving my ass back and forth, grinding along his cock.
He spanks my ass once, twice. I’m going to be pink from this, maybe even bruised. I don’t care. I hope he leaves marks. I want my skin to be marked with him all over.
He grabs my hips and takes over, fucking me nice and deep. I groan, eyes rolling back, panties hanging from my mouth. I want to beg and say his name but it only comes out a muffled mumble, stifled by the cotton in my mouth. I love it, though, love how controlled I am, gagged and tied, doing whatever he tells me to do.
I roll back and work my hips as he fucks me. He grabs my hair and pulls, not gently, tipping my chin back. He kisses my neck, bites my shoulder, whispers in my ear. “You feel like fucking heaven, little Hazel,” he groans. “Every inch of your tight pussy feels so fucking good.”
I pant and moan into the panties. I love his thick cock sliding in and out but I love the way he controls me even more. He spanks my ass and pulls me away from the chair, suddenly sliding out.
I stumble over to the couch as he sits and pulls me on top of him. I straddle his hips, kneeling on the couch, poised just on top of his hard cock. I can feel him teasing me again, driving me insane.
He pulls my hair back with one hand, grips the rope binding my wrists with the other. “You want this cock?” he whispers.
I nod, staring into his eyes.
“You want Daddy’s big fucking dick?”
I nod more, straining against the hand in my hair.
“Good girl.” He moves me down, pulling me by the wrists. I slowly glide along his shaft and he pulls me, making my head tip even further back as pleasure blooms.
“Ride Daddy’s cock,” he instructs, and I get to work. I put my arms around his neck, gripping the back of the couch, and start to move my hips. I go slow at first but get faster and faster, gliding up and down his big dick as he kisses my neck and teases my breasts.
I love riding his cock with one nipple between his lips. He bites down softly and teases with his tongue as I glide along him, faster and faster. He gets so deep inside that I can barely stand it, but I don’t slow down. I don’t stop moving my hips, my back and ass working over and over, the muscles tense and flexing.
I’m moaning loud but it’s all stifled by the panties. Every groan, moan, pant, gasp is stifled, and it just comes out a jumbled mess. I don’t care, though. He’s Daddy and he loves it anyway.
I ride him faster, my breasts in his hands, his hips moving along in rhythm with me. I can feel the orgasm rising inside of me, rising faster and faster, building in my core as he grinds against me while I ride his huge dick. I need more of him, need it so badly I can barely stop myself from trembling as he slaps my ass and squeezes.
He pushes me down suddenly and holds me there. I go to move but he stops me. “Not yet,” he says, smirking. “You’re too close.”
I moan, glaring at him. He pulls me off and pushes me back down onto the couch on my back. He kneels in front of me, spreading my legs wide and slowly pushes his cock deep inside again.
He strokes in and out slowly, working my clit with his thumb. “You don’t get to choose when or where you come, Hazel,” he says softly. “You don’t know it yet, but I control that part of your life now. I’m your Daddy, and if I say you don’t come yet, you don’t come. You’d better get used to controlling yourself around me.”
I moan and nod. He starts to fuck me faster, thumb working my clit, cock sinking deep inside. I move my hips, groaning, wanting more. I’d beg, I’d say his name, but the panties are still between my lips.
He fucks me faster, moving in and out, rocking deep inside of me. I groan and move my hips along with him. He grabs the rope between my wrists and pulls on it, pulling me tighter against him as he grinds into my pussy.
It feels so fucking good. When
he uses my wrists to add pressure to his cock, it’s incredible. He alternates pulling and loosening with each thrust, getting just the right amount of pressure on my pussy and clit, moving in a slow rhythm at first.
But he gets faster. He keeps pulling and loosening, fucking me in and out, my breasts pressed together between my elbows. He goes faster, faster, eyes shining with lust and I keep saying his name through the panties, oh fuck Daddy, oh fuck Mason, but he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t slow down.
Now I know I can’t help it. I’m so close. There’s no stopping it. As I get near, he rips the panties from my lips.
“Oh, fuck, Daddy,” I moan loudly.
“Come for me, dirty Hazel,” he commands.
The orgasm rips through me as he pulls me tight against him. I roll my hips, grinding my clit against him as he moves his cock along with me. I come hard, his big dick filling me up. It’s overwhelming, intense, too intense.
And just as it’s ending, he grabs my hips and fucks me hard. There’s no mercy or anything gentle in him. He fucks me rough and deep, exactly how he wants it. I can see he’s going to come and I move my hips, begging his name, oh, fucking Daddy.
I feel him come inside of me. I feel him fill me with his cum and I love every single grunt he makes, every drop inside of me. He’s sweating, I’m sweating, and oh, fuck, I’m dizzy with orgasm and pleasure and him.
My big Daddy.
We lie together on the couch for a while. I don’t know how long. He unties my wrists almost right away, letting the silk rope drop to the ground. I kiss him softly and he spoons me, holding my body tight against his.
After some time, he pulls away. I watch him get dressed.
“Better get back out there,” he says finally as he adjusts his cuffs. “Rogers might get suspicious.”
I smile at him. I wish I could stay here forever, but he’s right.
I get dressed, but I leave my panties, spit-soaked, on the floor.
14
Mason
It’s like I’m waking from a nightmare. Or maybe just a long, blank dream.
I’ve been in my own little world for years now. Even compared to the first years locked in this tower, I’m even more isolated than I was at first. Over time I’ve given more and more responsibility over to Declan, until I barely know what’s going on in my own company.
I still do big deals, like the Chinese deal or the big buyout last year, but mostly I sit back and let things happen. I don’t have my hand on the tiller anymore, making day-to-day decisions, steering the company portfolio in the direction I feel it should go.
As I read Declan’s daily reports, that becomes more and more clear. Who knows if what he’s telling me is even the full picture. I suspect it’s not, and that’s even more horrifying.
Declan has more power in this company than I do. At least, he’s making far more decisions every single day. When people want something done, they go to him.
But isn’t that what I wanted? I can remember a few years ago, when I first decided to install Declan into his current position, that I wanted him to act as the intermediary between me and everyone else. I wanted to be as isolated as possible.
Now I’m that isolated. The only person with any authority in my own company that I speak to is Declan. I doubt anyone else in senior positions even knows my phone number anymore.
I used to speak to them daily. I used to be around the office, asking questions, getting involved. People liked me, or at least I think they did.
Now though, now everything’s different.
I wanted this. I wanted my little prison and I needed Declan to make it happen.
But I never imagined it could go so far. I never thought I’d end up all alone, watching while another man runs the company that I helped steer for most of my life.
It’s strange. I never thought about any of this before Hazel. The other assistants never brought any of this out of me. They were just girls doing what I told them to do, and eventually I let them all go. Eventually I realized that none of them were good enough.
Hazel’s different. I don’t know how. She reached past my defenses at first and now she’s fully inside and I don’t know what to do.
She makes me want to live again.
The more of these reports from Declan I read, though, the more I start to realize that my years of absence have greatly diminished my power. If I’m going to regain control, I have to start making some moves and finding out how Declan has dug himself into the very core of the company.
That’s when I start to notice things. Little things. After each session with Hazel, her body awakening me further to the world, I dive deep into what’s been happening internally. I start to notice missing numbers, sums that don’t add up, little clues about things that don’t feel right.
There’s something rotten at the core of Ward Investing.
Part of me wants to leave it rotten. Part of me would love it see this whole tower fall from rot, crumble into the street below. I’d never have to deal with it again. I could be free.
But I know I’d never do it. I’m a Ward, and this is my home. I can’t ever give it up, no matter what I think about how it all started.
I wasn’t lying when I told Hazel this place was built with blood money and it’s still running on it. Blood fuels these halls. Blood pays the bills.
I can change that. I can make better decisions, more rational decisions. I can think long-term about what’s best for my people, my company, the world. I can invest responsibly.
A plan starts to emerge. A new direction.
Each new session, each stroke of Hazel’s body, makes it more and more clear.
One afternoon, I call Rogers into my office. He nods at me the way he does, his eyes guarded.
“Yes, sir?” he says to me.
“Rogers, how long have you been working with me now?”
His eyes glaze over for a moment. “Ten years, sir,” he says. “Possibly longer.”
“Fifteen,” I say.
He laughs softly. “Has it really been so long?”
“It was ten years up until… you know.”
“Ah.” He nods slightly. “When time stopped.”
I glance away from him. “Fifteen years we’ve been together. You’re the only person I trust at this company, you know that?”
He frowns slightly. “Surely, sir, you also trust—”
“No,” I cut him off. “I don’t.”
He digests that, but doesn’t say a word.
“I need something from you,” I say finally. “I need you to investigate Declan. Something is happening here, at this company, and I’ve been missing it for years. I need you to gather proof and unravel it for me.”
Rogers nods. “If there’s something, I can find it out,” he says.
“Very good. You have my full permission to access anything and to use whatever means necessary.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll get it done.”
I nod, relief flooding through me. “And Rogers?”
“Yes, sir?”
“Send Hazel in as you leave.”
“Yes, sir.”
I think I detect a little sparkle in his eyes. Yes, there’s something there as he leaves my office. I don’t say anything about it, though.
I’m sure he knows. There’s no way he hasn’t figured it out. Hazel spends hours at a time with me, locked away in here. He has to know something is happening between the two of us.
And yet as far as I can tell, nobody else is aware. That means I can trust Rogers to be discreet.
It has to be him. I can’t do this on my own. Declan will see me coming from a mile away, but Rogers…
Well, Declan is cocky. He thinks he own the place, and I’m sure he looks down on Rogers. Declan sees Rogers as just some kind of mindless servant, around to pour coffee and fetch the dry cleaning.
He has no clue what the man is capable of. For that matter, I’m not so sure myself, but we’ll find out together.
Hazel comes into
the room a moment later. I cock my head at her as she curtsies in front of my desk, eyes lowered to the floor.
“You called for me, Daddy?”
I smile. “Go stand over by the window in your normal morning spot.”
She does as I command.
I turn to her, a wicked grin on my face.
“Don’t move a muscle until I tell you.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I turn back to my computer and go through the numbers one more time, trying to ignore the girl standing near the window.
I wonder how long she’ll last. I wonder how strong she is.
But I already know, if I’m honest with myself.
She’ll stand there for as long as I tell her to.
15
Hazel
I watch him work for nearly four hours.
At first, I think he’s going to call me over, make me sit on his lip, and kiss me. It’s strange how much I crave his touch and his kiss now. It’s like I can’t go ten minutes without feeling his fingers on my skin, and if I do, I have these phantom touches all along my body.
Instead, he keeps me standing. He barely looks in my direction. Minutes slip past, and then hours. My legs start to hurt, my back aches, my feet scream for me to just sit down for a second or at least move around.
I don’t move a muscle. I do lean back against the wall, ever so slightly, just to keep myself from passing out. Otherwise, I stay right where he told me to stand.
I watch him closely. I watch his every movement, every sound. He watches his computer and reads while moving his mouth ever so slightly, and I bet he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. He has a habit of leaning against his right hand, fist on his chin, elbow on the desktop.
I want to reach out and brush my fingers through his hair. I don’t care how long he wants me to stand around. At least I get to watch him.
I don’t know how long he leaves me there. Time stops meaning anything. I just watch him closely like the best television show I’ve ever seen. Any little twitch, any movement, it’s like a revelation.
