by Angela Blake
The old asshole then turned to me and then asked, “What was your name again?”
“I never gave it,” I flat out told him. “It’s Lily Hunter.”
The receptionist then returned to his phone call. “Yes, I do apologize for bugging. I have a Lily Hunter here attempting to use Sir Giovanni Ricci’s name to rent a suite.” He paused, listened and I watched as his face went white. “Oh. Uh-huh. I see. Yes, I understand perfectly. O-oh, okay, thank you. Have a good day. Bye-bye.”
With a shaky hand he put down the phone and then turned to me. As he spoke I quickly noticed his voice was quivering. “U-uhm, I apologize for the trouble Ma’am Hunter. I can book you in for our penthouse suite and it’s on the house.”
“Sounds more like it,” I replied with the most authoritative voice I could muster.
“I’ll also have our bell boy bring up your shopping bags,” he told me as he rang a small bell. Almost instantly up came a young man, probably in his early twenties, with green eyes and orange hair.
“Take these bags for Ma’am Hunter,” the old man instructed. The bell boy quickly took my bags and waited on me as I signed for the room and gave the receptionist the information needed.
I was then led to the elevator and we were taken up to the penthouse suite. He dropped my bags inside, gave me the key and after a moment I was finally alone inside. The suite had a really large living room, a Jacuzzi, a king-sized bed and more luxuries than I had ever owned. I just settled to crash right onto the bed, kick my shoes off and just relax.
Wow, being daddy’s girl really had its benefits. I never really thought about it. All I ever did ponder about was whether or not he was going to fuck me, punish me or tease me more before doing any of the prior two.
Daddy did promise I would be his little princess and he did showcase he was willing to go beyond the limits of the law when he took down David. He even took all of David’s businesses and real estate in the days that followed. That little pervert of a manager had nothing now.
Knowing all of this made me feel even more special. I was daddy’s little pet and everyone respected me for that. Who would have known that being the boss’s slut would make me the most powerful woman in his empire?
This is something I can get used to. I’ve never had power before. I’ve never had men practically falling at my feet at the mere mention of who I am and who I’m associated with. I’ve never had this much money either and hell it feels really good.
Knock-knock-knock.
“Daddy?” I called out with a hopeful ring.
“I am here, sweet darling,” he answered on the other side. “I am ready to see my little precious girl.”
His words were music to my ears. I rushed to open the door and let him in. As soon as he saw me he lifted me up and crushed me in his embrace and buried me in a kiss. I felt so precious and loved.
“Come, show daddy what you’ve bought,” he told me as he grabbed my hand and we walked to the bed. “Undress for daddy and let me see you put on the new clothes.”
That was a really cute idea and I winked at him. “Okay, daddy. I bought some new lingerie too.”
A big smile cracked on his face and he patted my ass. “Good girl. Let’s get started then baby.”
Chapter Eighteen
Ring!
By the time I awoke daddy had already picked up the phone. I thought he specifically told the receptionist downstairs that he didn’t want any calls? That could only mean one thing then: an emergency.
I sat up, the blanket falling off of my shoulders and I shivered naked in the cold. I looked to my side and saw daddy silently listening to the caller. He would nod occasionally and then go “Okay” here and there.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, daddy said “Okay then. We will handle this the traditional way. First, let’s go check and see how he is doing and we will take it from there. You know, taking it step by step. That business with David was rough, yes, and maybe we should have been more careful. Just wait for us at the hospital, we will go now.”
David? That was a while back now. What the heck was going on? Fortunately, I didn’t want to struggle for answers as he told me as soon as he put the phone down.
“Luca had a stroke,” daddy told me as he looked at me with a somber face. “Sad, truly it is. He has been one of my closest friends since I began building my empire.”
His empire – something I was now a part of.
“I-I’m really sorry to hear that,” I told him as I rubbed his back and tried my best to console him. I had something on my mind but I didn’t want to bring it up at such a delicate moment. It could wait. “I’ll take a quick hot shower, daddy, and then I’ll get dressed. Let’s go.”
He looked at me with eyes glimmering with pride. “Good girl. Hurry then so we can go. I don’t want to waste much time. There is much work to do now.”
***
It’s been three hours. Luca was suffering but the doctor did say he would all right. That did mean he would have to retire and daddy was busy finalizing Luca’s pension and everything.
Daddy was still with his capregimes discussing matters, sitting around in a private conference room usually reserved just for the hospital’s most senior staff. When all was clear – which took a good two hours – I was already feeling a little drowsy. I spent the better half of the night waiting in the waiting room, watching old movies on my phone. Almost no one passed by to bother me though. I guess people knew who daddy was and didn’t want to get in his way. At least I had some privacy here.
When he finally did come out and checked on me, I saw exhaustion and worry splattered all over his face.
“Daddy?”
He hugged me and we sat down. “We’ll have to replace Luca. It’s been confirmed. He deserves to rest now, after all he has done for this family.”
Family. I needed to tell him what I’ve been feeling. I didn’t want to wait.
“Daddy, speaking of family,” I began, “I have something I want to tell you.”
He cocked his head and looked down at me with a puzzled look on his face.
“I was thinking earlier about your legacy,” I said. I had to choose my words carefully. “I know you’re not getting younger, daddy, and I don’t know what I’d do if suddenly you had a stroke or something.”
“Baby,” he said as he put a hand on my leg. He rubbed me so warmly it turned me on and I tried so desperately not to get naughty while in the hospital, especially given the circumstances. “If anything ever happens to me, I’m going to make sure everything goes to you.”
“That’s the thing, daddy,” I pleaded. “I don’t know what to do with all of this. I’ve never owned this much until just a few weeks ago. I’ve never had more than two thousand dollars to my name but now you’re giving me full access to literally millions and more.”
Daddy still didn’t get my point. “Where are you going with this? If you want me to marry you, baby girl, that’s always been the plan.”
“Of course I want us to get married,” I told him. “I want everyone to know that you own me. You own my life, my body and my soul. I will gladly be your slut wife anywhere we go but daddy I want something else too. Something that can assure me that no matter what we’re going to have a future that will carry on after us. I want us to have a baby.”
Suddenly daddy smiled. It wasn’t a naughty smile or a wicked smile or the kind of smile he made when he and his men were scheming something. It was a genuine, heartwarming smile and that meant something to me.
“Baby girl, you’re serious? You really want to have a child with me? We didn’t even get married yet.”
“I’m sure we can fix that,” I told him and this time I was the one with a wicked sparkle glimmering in my eyes.
He wagged a finger at me and chuckled. “You naughty little girl. I like the way you think.”
I wiggled in my seat in pleasure and I scooted up closer to him. He wrapped an arm around me and hugged me.
“Thank you
,” he then whispered into my ear. “That fulfills every dream I ever had. Every other girl I’ve tried to date or fuck just wanted money. You baby, on the other hand, here you come and you ask me to build a legacy and to forge a family.”
My cheeks flushed red and I knew I was blushing. I felt incredibly exposed – weird, given how liberal I’ve been lately as his fuck toy and pet – but at the same I also felt so comfortable, like I was in the right place at the right time.
“I love you daddy,” I whispered to him.
He kissed me softly and quickly cupped a feel of my tits, squeezing my breasts softly with his large hands. It made me squirm a bit in my seat and for a moment – just a moment – I wanted to panic and look around to make sure no one saw us. However, I then realized I was Giovanni Ricci’s property now and he could do whatever the fuck he wanted with me and no one could say anything about it. It made me proud and I leaned in, grabbed his hand and pushed it down between my legs. Daddy quickly squeezed and I felt the pressure of his fingers pressing against my pussy.
Daddy then lifted his kiss and bit down on my lip before he said “I just need to finish a few things here and then it’s play time baby girl.”
Fuck I was getting too turned on. My mind was exploding to the point I wanted to just rip my clothes off and let him fuck me right there on the hospital floor. That’d be insane though and I knew I had to keep my cool. I just nodded and watched him leave as he headed back to the conference room.
***
Another hour had passed and we were finally back in the hotel room. Daddy was in the bathroom taking a shower and was dealing with a phone call. I forgot who it was but it didn’t really matter to me. That wasn’t my main concern anymore.
I knew daddy would want to play as soon as he was done with his call so I made sure I could set the mood just right for him.
I decided to take off all my clothes but wear a nice pair of pink lacy panties, the new ones I bought. I took a pair of scissors and cut a hole, exposing my pussy. I then decided to scour through the bags of stuff we had and fortunately I found exactly what I wanted: a collar for sex slaves. It even had the words “fuck me” on it. This was something he always had with him but he never gave it to me to wear. I quickly put that on and then attached a three meter chain to it. The other end of the chain was then attached to the bed. To finish off the surprise I took a marker and then wrote on my chest “for daddy” and then on my legs “fuck me,” right beside an arrow pointing to my pussy.
Of course just wearing the right clothes and having the slutty writing wasn’t enough. I knew he was still busy so I took the time in front of the mirror to put on some makeup. I decided to tie my hair up in a bun so he could see my neck and ears and then I wore a pair of looped earrings. He loved those, always telling me I looked like an expensive courtesan from France or something.
What I needed was a classy but seductive look. In order to achieve that I went with glossy pink lipstick, light blush on the cheeks and a purple shade for my eyes. I then added just a layer of eyeliner and after the few finishing touches I looked in the mirror and marveled at what I saw. I wasn’t narcissistic by any means but I had to be honest here – I looked damn hot. Daddy better like what he was getting!
I got my answer and my hopes fulfilled as soon as he got out of the bathroom. When he walked into the room and saw how I was he kicked the bathroom door shut and ripped off his pants. His cock was hard, ready and hungry and so was daddy.
“Oh my delicious little girl,” he said as he reached down and grabbed his cock. “You naughty little slut. Daddy is going to fuck you hard tonight.”
I spread my legs and beckoned him closer.
Chapter Nineteen
Daddy went all out on me this time. He approached me with so much gusto in him that I thought a demon possessed him and he was about to break me in half. He grabbed me and slammed me on the bed, instantly knocking the wind out of me. As I lay there, trying to catch my breath, he got to work and began licking and digging his tongue deep into my pussy.
I moaned and spread my legs as wide as I could, allowing him to devour me as he wanted. I pressed down on his head, hoping he would lick in even further. “R-right there, daddy, please… lick me, ah f-fuck, ooh…”
He went to town on me and I could his warm tongue lather through the folds and inner walls of my womanhood. He sucked up all my juices and began to kiss my pussy lips as slow and romantically as he could. Fuck! It was driving me insane and I wanted so more of it!
Then he started to insert his finger into my pussy and then he put in another. With his tongue and his two fingers working on me, spreading my pussy wide I began to moan as loudly as I could.
“F-fuck me, daddy, just like t-that! Ooh, p-please more, daddy, I want it. I want it. I want it, oh my f-fuck!”
Daddy did exactly as I asked and he began to lick around my clit as his fingers dug in and out of my pussy in a furious speed. He began to fuck my pussy with his fingers so fast I thought I was going to get some kind of burn but despite the rough play I was squirting my cum all over the bed.
That’s when I knew I was in trouble. I didn’t ask for permission to orgasm.
“Why, you little naughty bitch,” he said as he lifted his face from my pussy. “Who said you could cum?”
“No one, daddy.” I answered sheepishly. I felt even more aroused knowing I did something naughty. “P-punish me, daddy, please?”
That put a wicked smile on daddy’s face and he slid his fingers out of my pussy. Daddy got off the bed and stood by the side. He then dragged me so my head would hang from the edge of the bed. I opened my mouth and waited for him to “punish” me.
Of course, he did so without wasting a single moment. He slammed his cock deep into my throat, fucking my mouth and throat like just another hole. My throat muscles constricted, tightening around his cock every time I would gag and that just turned him on even more, making his thrusts all the more wilder and jerky.
“Mmf!” I moaned and mumbled as he plowed into me. One of his hands began to squeeze and massage one of my breasts as the other reached even further and he began to vigorously rub my clit. That sent shocks throughout my body and I began to spasm in pure ecstasy, causing my throat to tighten even more around his cock.
“Take it, slut!” he commanded me with a strong voice. “Take it for daddy!”
He told me to take it so I did. I began to feel another orgasm building in my guts and the pressure to release it began to take over. My pussy was constricting with each passing second and I knew I couldn’t hold it much longer. I began to kick wildly, hoping it would let him know I was about to cum.
“Kick all you want, slut,” daddy exclaimed. He let go of my breast and wrapped his fingers around my neck, choking me even more. Sure, this got us both horny but it also prevented me from telling him I was going to –
“Mmf!” I moaned out as I reached my orgasm. My cum squirted out and soaked the bed once more.
Without warning daddy then pulled his cock out of my mouth. I was starting to get delusional and high just from all this sex. I had slobbered all over his cock that his pre-cum and my drool covered my face. I looked like a whore who suffered through a rough bukkake session.
“D-daddy,” I weakly mumbled. I was getting dizzy, weak and on the verge of falling unconscious. I had hit my peak twice in less than twenty minutes. My body was shaking and I was so exhausted.
“You’re tired, slut?” he asked as he slapped my face and pushed me to the middle of the bed. He then pulled on the chain and adjusted me a little bit, making sure I could lay flat on the bed with my legs held high.
I nodded but smiled too and said, “Fuck me, daddy.”
“Much obliged,” he replied and hung my legs up over his shoulder and then thrust his cock straight into my tight, little pussy. In this position my pussy was tighter than usual and I could feel my walls squeezing his cock so much it was like I was a virgin all over again.
“Oh, f-fuck!” I excla
imed loudly as soon as I felt his thick meat break my pussy apart. It felt like my body was being torn by a giant stake. I could feel his cock slither into me, forcefully, and it was breaking my mind.
“F-fuck me, f-fuck me, fuck me daddy!” I repeated over and over as he began to plow into my sore little pussy, relentlessly and wildly.
Daddy wanted to fuck me like there was no tomorrow. He said so the very same day we had that little chit-chat following Matt’s funeral. I thought back then that meeting Matt’s dad would open new doors for me to discover but I never knew it would lead me to this moment… to being fucked like an animal and actually loving it.
He suddenly pulled out and for the first time he laid down on the bed, his back on the mattress. “Get on top,” he told me.
I never did this before but I did the best I could. I got on top of him, held his cock with my hands and guided them into my pussy as I descended down, letting his shaft slide into me. The feeling was like getting shot with a high dosage of drugs – it was literally blowing my mind away.
“Aah f-fuuuuck!” I cried out. I began to pump my body up and down, letting his cock slide in and out of me. It was becoming an addiction and I didn’t want to stop as soon as I found my rhythm.
“Turn around,” he then instructed me when I began to slow down due to exhaustion. “Stay on top but turn around.”
I did as he commanded and in this position I could rest my legs, which was a relief. When I began to pump myself on his cock once again, however, I quickly discovered that I was now experiencing yet another myriad of sensations in my pussy that was breaking my hold on reality.
Daddy then grabbed my waist and aided me in going up and down on his cock. He would raise me up and then slam me back down, ensuring his cock would shoot right in as deep as it could. Each time he did I would break a little and it didn’t take very long for me to once again cum. I could feel my fluids drip down my legs and onto his hips as I released and let out a long moan of pleasure.
