by Angela Blake
“Sir,” I began to stutter, but there was one thing pervading deep into my mind: I promised to surrender to daddy and no one else. And no piece-of-shit loser was going to lay a hand on me.
“Hurry the fuck up!” David shouted in anger. With his free hand he pointed at me, “You better come here with your mouth open wide or I will smack the living shit out of you and fuck you raw while you scream and cry!”
That was it. This was exactly what daddy meant when he explained how respect was still a crucial component in a BDSM relationship. There was not an inkling of respect here from David.
“You can fuck yourself for all I care,” I shot back at him as I walked up to him and slapped his face. Before he could even react I unlocked the office door and squeezed his cock so hard I could have sworn he was going to pass out.
“F-fuck you!” he cursed at me but he was groaning and mumbling nonsense to himself. “If y-you don’t come back here and spread those legs, you’re fired!”
I headed out towards the door but right before I could leave I turned around and flatly told him “Fine. I fucking quit.”
With that I stormed out and slammed the door behind me. When I got back to the main shop area I saw Stephanie just saying good-bye to a couple of customers, some of which carried some purchased items.
“I just got fired,” I informed her as I walked up to her behind the cashier. “The asshole finally couldn’t hold it in and whipped out his cock at me.”
Stephanie’s jaw dropped. She looked at me in pale shock. “No fucking way. What did you do?”
There wasn’t much to tell. “He has cameras all over the place, by the way. He knew I wasn’t wearing any panties today.”
That last bit made Stephanie smile. “You naughty bitch,” she said with that grin on her face. “Well, I plan on quitting too. I’m just waiting for a reply from the other job I applied to.”
“What kind of job?” I asked. I looked to the back to check if David was coming out. Fortunately, he was still in the office, probably recovering from the humiliation and pain I dished out on him.
Stephanie gave me a naughty look, a certain glimmer in her eye as she replied. “A stripper at a club.”
We both laughed and I gave her a soft smack on the ass. I wished her good luck, took my card and for the last time clocked out of work and then headed to the bathroom to change and get ready for daddy. He was probably already in the mall waiting to pick me up.
***
I decided to keep the black mini-skirt on even though it meant walking around the mall with no panties and the possibility of people noticing each time I sat or bent down. As for my top, there was no way I was going to settle with the plain black tank top from work. I wanted to make daddy want me. To do so I decided to go with a pink, sleeveless turtleneck. It was semi-backless too so if he tried he could see my tits underneath the fabric.
This was exactly how I wanted to look for Giovanni. He was a big boss for a lot of people and a lot of others feared or respected him. I know I was dressed up a little too slutty and maybe I was trying too hard but I didn’t care anymore. I just wanted to make him hard the moment he saw me and that alone could be considered a major triumph.
I took a few minutes to touch up my makeup, fix the stockings and readjust the laces of my high heels. When I was ready, I walked out of the bathroom and found daddy already there waiting for me, standing in the mall hallway.
Giovanni Ricci stood tall, wearing a signature couture suit of pure black. He was authoritative, with his hair slicked back and his beard neatly trimmed. He was old enough to be my daddy - well, I guess he was now - but he looked like a hot supermodel just waiting to spread my legs and make me lose my mind.
“Absolutely gorgeous,” he whispered softly as I approached. He leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek while his hand wrapped around and he gave my bare ass a squeeze, underneath the skirt. “Love your outfit. Being all slutty just for daddy?”
I nodded sheepishly, unsure of what to say.
“Still a shy little girl,” he commented. That made him smile and he rubbed my chin with his fingers in a sweet and caring manner. “Do not worry though… Daddy is here now. Come, it’s time for you to really learn what it’s like to break down from the inside and become daddy’s fuck toy.”
“Where will we go?” I managed to ask although my voice faltered and quivered.
“To the place where no one can hear you scream when I rip off those clothes and fuck you for as long as I want.”
Chapter Eleven
Out in the parking lot daddy kept walking through the line of cars. I looked for his limousine or any of the small cars he had in possession but to my surprise he led me to this really large trailer.
“We’re going out camping?” I was amused at the idea of him taking me out to the woods just to have sex with me. That would actually be a little romantic in some odd sense.
“In a way,” he answered. He too had a radiant smile on his face and that just told me we were in for something special. I appreciated it, to be honest. He was making an effort to make it grand knowing I was still a virgin. Most guys, even in a normal relationship, were just too excited to get their cocks out that they didn’t even think of something as cool as this.
Daddy opened the door and gestured for me to go in first. I did and immediately my jaw dropped when I saw the luxurious interiors.
“Holy fuck,” was all I could say as I looked around. There was a mini-kitchen, a beautiful small bathroom that had its own shower cubicle and even a mini-Jacuzzi. There was a lounge area with folding tables and couches and even a portion at the very back with a bed and drawers to store food, clothes and others. It was like a miniature house on wheels.
Giovanni came up, following me in, and he placed one hand down on my shoulder while the other gripped on my waist. I turned around and was surprised to suddenly feel his warm lips pressing against mine. They brushed in and I felt my heart skip a beat when he grabbed me tighter and kissed down harder. My lips parted as I moaned and the very moment I did I felt him attack, flicking his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues danced as he held me close and I lost all concept of time as he ravished me in his affection.
Finally our lips parted and for a gleaming moment I felt a little empty. The taste of his kiss lingered and I licked my lips, hoping I could get one more morsel before it was gone. I looked up at him like a lost little girl, not knowing exactly what to say.
“You’re the most delicious little girl I’ve ever had,” he whispered as he looked down at me. I could see the sparkle in his eyes and knew he was feeling horny at that very instant. He wanted to fuck me so badly it made me smile. “I can’t expose you to everything I have planned. For now, just take a moment to relax.”
“You’re asking me to relax while you kidnap me and plot how you’ll fuck me?” I giggled as I sat down on one of the couches. “Is this how mob guys deal with all their targets?”
He laughed. It was the first time I heard him laugh so deeply and merrily, I knew I hit a chord with my words. “Kidnapping with consent,” he pointed out. “Well, let’s head out. I’m going to hop into the driver’s seat and get this trip going.”
I merely saluted and watched as he headed to the front end of the trailer. Shortly after, the vehicle roared to life and we began on our way.
***
It took us about thirty minutes to drive out of the city and with another fifteen minutes we found ourselves driving through empty grass plains and farms. There were still a few large neighbourhoods but by taking the local roads instead of the interstate highway we quickly got around to the more secluded portions of the region. It didn’t take us long to find ourselves all alone on the road, with nary another vehicle in sight for as far as I could see. It was like driving in a desert but instead of sand dunes all I could see were empty fields and trees.
He could do anything to me out here in hillbilly land and no one would ever hear me scream. The possibility of that thought scared me but f
or some odd reason I trusted Giovanni. Even if he had some evil scheme to do something rough and wild to me, I just had this feeling that assured me he wasn’t going to completely harm me. He might pull my hair, fuck me ‘till I pass out or something like that but I knew he would nurture me back and keep me warm and safe.
Or maybe I was just fooling myself to think he would treat me that way. As I sat there in the back seats, resting and staring out the windows, I reminded myself that we had just met not too long ago. Matt didn’t talk to him for a reason and I feared that I would experience that reason first-hand.
Matt... oh, poor Matt. Merely thinking about him brought a tear to my eye. I loved him so much and to remind myself that he was gone was just excruciatingly difficult.
Bump.
I looked out the window when the trailer hit a bump on the road. Daddy was driving a little slower now and when I got a look outside I saw we just entered some kind of thick forest. There were high pine trees all around us, blocking the light from the sun, and off to the distance I saw the bending arm of a creek.
I decided to get up and join daddy out in front. He barely gave me a glimpse when I sat down in the front passenger seat. His attention was fixed solely on the road which I discovered was a lot more twisting and confusing than I thought it would be. It was like driving over a labyrinth of twisted roots, figuring out which pathway was an actual road and which wasn’t. We were so deep into the woods now I pondered if anyone lived here or if there was anyone within five miles. What if I was all alone with him out here and even if I ran as far as I could, there’d be no one to find me?
Then I saw what he was looking for; up ahead there was a large wood cabin surrounded by a grove of low hanging trees. To its side I saw a small lagoon filled with murky green water being fed by the crystal clear creek I saw earlier. Here the land was more of a marsh or swamp than a forest. It looked like a mini-bayou of some sort. Oddly enough, it made me wonder if there were crocodiles lurking about.
Daddy parked right in front of the cabin. As soon as the engine was turned off he looked at me and had this big smile on his face and the fire of lust burned deeply in his eyes. “This is it, little girl. As soon as we walk into those doors there’s no turning back.”
“What if I want out?” I asked. I just needed a lifeline in case things went the exact opposite of how I wanted them to. “Should I say ‘stop’?”
He shook his head. “Saying ‘no’ and ‘stop’ are all part of the fun. I want to see you struggle and scream and cry. To see you suffer a little bit and then realize your suffering is what turns both of us on. It’s why I’ve brought you here in the first place. No... You should think of a different word instead. Think of something so bizarre so I won’t get confused.”
It was all part of the fun? I was going to say that was ridiculous but then I remembered how he used that girl in his home. He was, in a way, kind of sexually abusing her and fucking her so roughly it must have hurt as much as it was pleasurable but she did loved it. She submitted to him willingly.
“How about I just say ‘oranges’ when I can’t take it anymore?” I suggested.
“That’s a good safe word,” he answered. I saw his eyes wander and linger down at my body. He was probably beginning to picture me naked. Even if he wasn’t, the mere idea of it made me blush. “Come now, Lily. Let us begin.”
I nodded and we both hopped out of the trailer. He fumbled around with a set of keys he took from his pocket and worked on opening the front door of the cabin. When he finally got it open he made me wait a moment as he stepped inside. It was dark and I suspected the lights weren’t working. I could see a cozy living room, however, and there was a big fireplace surrounded by a trio of leather couches and a bear rug.
“I had Richard refuel the generators a week ago,” daddy told me as he looked around inside. “I’ll have the power back on in a minute. The switches are down in the basement. For now, however, I want to deal with you first.”
That caught me a little bit by surprise and I looked at him blankly. I was dumbfounded and unsure of what to say – if I should say anything at all.
Giovanni – daddy – looked at me with a wicked smile sprawled all across his face and I could see in his eyes that he was about to unleash the inner beast he had only hinted at up to this point.
He took a deep breath, almost like an actor taking a moment to internalize and transform into their character, and then he rushed up and took me.
Chapter Twelve
I didn’t even see him coming. Daddy just rushed in towards me and grabbed my hair as he wrapped his other hand around my waist, grabbing me so roughly and so suddenly I couldn’t help but scream in shock.
With his heavy arms locked on me, daddy yanked down hard on my hair and I shut my eyes as I screamed. I kicked with all my might but he remained behind me, completely avoiding my attempt at freeing myself.
Daddy dragged me into the house, his arm pulling tightly on my waist and his other yanking down on my hair so I couldn’t do anything but scream and kick to no avail. When he got me through the doors he kicked it shut, engulfing us in total darkness, and then threw me onto the couch.
I couldn’t see. I couldn’t tell if it was from shock, panic or just because there was no light in the room. I tried frantically to see where the window and door was just to get a sliver of light and re-orientate myself with my surroundings but before I could figure everything out I felt daddy suddenly on top, assaulting me one more time.
He pushed me down with a single hand. I felt my head slam against the couch and for a moment I gasped as the wind was knocked right out of my chest. Daddy got on top and straddled me, the bulk of his weight right on top of my torso, preventing me from getting up or from properly fighting back.
I tried to punch or slap – I didn’t even know if I was doing this involuntarily because I really did panic or if I was just doing it to add more flavor to our game – but every attempt I did failed to hit its mark. He was a big, muscular man built like a tank with his big arms and barrel-chest and anything I did seemed more like a feather hitting a steel wall.
“Fuck!” I screamed in shock and panic when he suddenly pushed me down with all his might and then grabbed my top. With a single, almost effortless pull he ripped my clothes off and watched in glee as my tits bounced in the darkness.
“You can scream all you like,” he told me as he grabbed both my breasts with his hands. “No one can hear you here. No one can save you. You’re nothing now but a slut, a little bitch for me to fuck like a slab of meat. You’re only purpose here is to serve me.”
With that he gave a tight squeeze just as he dug his fingertips into my nipples. I howled in surprise but at the same time I felt a surge of pleasure permeating throughout my body. It felt like I was on the verge of getting electrified.
Daddy began to massage my breasts, slowly but with all his strength and weight behind it, and as he did my mind began to flicker between emotions of fear, nervousness and ecstasy. I loved how he touched me, how everything he did turned me on and how it started to make me moist between the legs. I could feel the heat burning inside my gut and I wondered – at least, in the back of my head – if I would lose consciousness as my mind spiraled into a void of euphoria.
At the same time, however, I felt an overwhelming sensation of fear and panic, shock and uncertainty. Did I make the right decision?
Slap!
“Ah, f-fuck!” I screamed out when daddy suddenly slapped my face with a heavy hand. “D-daddy!”
“Look at me while I fuck you, slut,” he commanded and it was in a tone I had never once heard before. Even when he was dominating that girl in his house he had never resorted to such a low, growly voice that quickly shut off any thought in my head.
He had my full attention now. I stared up at him as he positioned himself better on top of me. Even in the darkness I could see his eyes shimmering with lust. He moved again. This time he angled his hips just right and now I could feel the girth of
his cock rubbing against me. Even with my skirt and his pants still on it felt like a steel pipe brushing against my flesh. I opened my mouth and let out a soft quiver of a moan when he began to grind, letting his cock massage my pussy.
“Aah, aah, oh d-daddy this is so good,” I began to mumble and moan as he continued on. It was slow, methodical and to a point even romantic. He went from grabbing me like a kidnapper and slapping me silent to suddenly taking it a little slow.
“Yeah, you like it like this?” he whispered as he leaned down and began licking into my ear. The warmth and moisture of his tongue digging into my flesh made me squirm and I could not help but moan even louder. He began to suckle down on my skin, kissing and licking me as he descended to my neck. When he got to the middle he nibbled down and sucked on my skin, making it warm and red.
“Y-yes, daddy,” I answered. “I d-do… oh fuck, I do.”
I saw his silhouette shift and for a brief few moments he got up, only for him to undo his zipper and whip out his massive cock. He then grabbed my hand and made me hold onto his tool, wrapping my little fingers around it.
“Hold it, bitch,” he instructed. “Stroke it like your life depended on it.”
He didn’t need to say that twice. A strong wave of fear had been lurking in my chest ever since the day I met him and it was drowning me more so than before this very moment. I’d make sure to please my daddy lest he decide it was time to punish me.
I rubbed his cock and for the first time I felt it throb in my hand. Every other second or so it would even jerk up and twitch although I wasn’t sure if he was doing that on purpose or if his cock just moved when it was so erect and hungry.
Feeling it in my hand I got to realize just how big it was. It wasn’t just a cock… it was like a monster and I could barely just wrap my fingers all around it. The thought of it ripping through my pussy made me ache in both nervousness and excitement.
