Breaking Daddy's Little Virgin: An Older Man, Younger Woman Forbidden Romance (Daddy's Girl Series Book 2)

by Angela Blake

“Go on,” he instructed. “You know what to do.”

  I looked at him and then at the distance to the door. I just bit down on my lip and decided to go forth with it. I mean, what else could I lose? I already lost my virginity in a BDSM initiation and I fucked some bastard stranger from work who thought he owned the world. What else could go wrong, right?

  “To the basement, daddy?” I at least knew where that was. My last time here was brief but I at least knew more about the basement and how to get there.

  “No,” Dylan answered as he followed me, staying only about five feet away. “Taking you upstairs, this time, to my personal bedroom. I want to get a good look at you while I punish you and the lighting up there is just so much better.”

  Without any second thought I obeyed and continued down the long hallway until I found the stairs leading to the second floor of the manor. From there we went down another hall and Dylan scooted up to walk ahead of me as a means of guiding me to his room.

  Even if he didn’t guide me I would have still found it. The Master’s Bedroom of this house was like a mini-house all of its own and the doors to it were just as elaborate and extravagant. The bedroom door was made of exquisite wood with a lot of old engraved art on it. The handles were made of metal - maybe even gold but I was never one to tell plain metal from pure gold - and it had silver plating on its decor.

  I had little time to worry about how gorgeous or how large his room was, however. As soon as he opened the doors and I got a glimpse of waited for me, I felt my heart pound faster and my cheeks flush with shame and anxiety.

  Taking a deep breath, I followed him into his real dungeon.

  Chapter Six

  Inside it didn’t look like a BDSM dungeon at all. The walls were white, the floors were a gorgeous marble and even the plastering on the balcony was pearl white. The bed itself was covered in white and light gold sheets. When he flicked the lights on I was a little surprised by how bright they were. It looked like a high-end European room, purely white with only a hint of gold here and there.

  Despite its beauty, there was one little package that made me gasp and dread what might come next. On the bed, right in the middle, was a blanket with a ton of different sex toys laid out, along with rope, cuffs and other strange objects I have never seen before.

  “Go in,” he commanded.

  Inside I went and took a step closer to the bed.

  “Time to punish you, you little slut,” he said as he got closer from behind. “Daddy’s going to punish his little daughter for being a whore and fucking some stranger daddy doesn’t know.”

  I bit my lip. His choice of words were so harsh, so kinky and I was getting a little turned on. I could honestly feel a pulse between my legs. I wanted to reach down and grab my pussy as it got a little wet but I held back and just waited for Dylan to give me further instructions.

  “What kind of punishment daddy? What am I supposed to do?” I just had to ask so I knew what he had in store for me.

  “Get on the bed sweetie,” he instructed. “Lie down flat on your belly. I’ll take care of the rest from there.”

  I got onto the bed and did as he commanded. I rested my head on a pillow, put my hands behind my back and just waited.

  Slap!

  “Ow, fuck!” I uttered when Dylan suddenly spanked my ass. I felt the cheeks redden as the pain began to swell a little.

  Slap!

  “Fff-fuck,” I moaned out. I tried to keep my mouth shut before I got in trouble.

  “Get up, get on all fours.”

  I did so quickly. Was he going to fuck me doggystyle?

  Before I could think of other insane ideas he grabbed my ankles and tied each to a corner of the bed. He also made sure my legs were well spread apart and that my knees were comfortable despite the position. I guess I wasn’t going anywhere. I don’t want to go anywhere. Fuck me.

  Slap!

  My ass was beginning to sting with each additional slap. I didn’t want to anger my daddy though so I shut my mouth and just waited. Fortunately, he did reward me. I felt his fingers grasp for my pussy and for a minute he toyed with my, softly playing with my pussy lips and soaking his fingers with my juices. It made coo and moan softly, almost in a whisper.

  “Open your mouth,” he commanded.

  I did so and as soon as my mouth was wide enough he inserted something strange. I at first thought he would again gag me with a ball but this was different. It felt like a claw that forced my mouth wide open. As soon as he locked it behind my head I understood why he made me wear it: he could slide his cock in my mouth at all times since it would be open and waiting.

  My thoughts began to wander as I waited, hoping that his punishment might not be as bad as I kept imagining it would be. I still had no idea what he was going to do but judging from the open mouth gag he put on me I imagined he was going to fuck my mouth and throat. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. I’ve begun to like taking cock in my mouth and maybe -

  “Aah!” was all I could scream through the gag when Dylan put a metal clamp down on my nipples. I wanted to scream as loud as I could. It felt like my nipple was on fire just from the pain and how shocking the amount of pressure was.

  “Not done yet,” he exclaimed when he clamped another one on my right nipple.

  “Let it sting,” he told me as he began to caress my back. I simply moaned and hung my head down as I felt the pain washing over my body. “We’re just beginning, baby. Remember, daddy punishes you if you fuck up. If you do your job well, daddy will keep rewarding you.”

  You better reward me if I take this punishment well.

  Slap!

  I fidgeted a little when he slapped my ass again. I wanted to ask what he was going to do or to look back and see what he was doing behind me but I couldn’t. The gag and my position saw to that.

  Fuck! My eyes shot wide open when I felt Dylan insert something into my pussy. He struggled a little as he had to push through the folds of my pussy but as soon as the object was soaked in my juices it began to slide in more easily. It felt like a little egg, about as thick as his cock but overall it wasn’t too big. It was quite comfortable to have it in me.

  “Say ‘thank you, daddy,’” he commanded.

  “Tank ooh, addy,” was all I could muster with the gag in my mouth.

  “Now,” he said as he stayed behind me, just out of sight. “Let’s begin.”

  We’re just beginning?

  Smack!

  “Fuuuuck!” I screamed. He slapped my ass again but this time with something much more painful than just his palm. It felt like a flogging crop or a belt. The sting from its impact was a lot more painful and sharper than with just his hand. It felt like my ass cheek was going to welt. With just one hit I felt like I was going to cry.

  “Say sorry, baby slut,” he commanded.

  “O-orry, addy!” I moaned out loud.

  Smack!

  I howled and tried to move around but with my feet tied and my hands too busy keeping myself in position I really couldn’t move out and find safety.

  “Louder!” he said, this time with some force that was genuinely a little terrifying. Terrifying, yes, but it made me wet and I wanted him to keep going. Damn it, was I enjoying this torture? Was I enjoying being a submissive little fuck toy?

  “Orry addy!” I repeated, this time as loudly as I could given the circumstances.

  Smack!

  “Aah!” I howled and screamed in pain. Tears began to flow down my face and I hung my head down on the bed, trying to muster the strength so I wouldn’t give in completely to the pain. I tried to stay in position but now my body was drained and my knees began to weaken.

  “Take it,” he told me. “Take it like daddy’s good girl and let me see you surrender.”

  Click!

  I heard him click on something and all of a sudden the little egg inside my pussy began to vibrate. At first it was just a soft vibrate, as if someone had their finger in my pussy and was gently rubbing against my vagina
walls, but then he clicked again and it got much stronger.

  “Ooh addy,” I moaned out as I felt a blend of pain, humiliation and pleasure swirling inside and all around me. “I ove it, addy!”

  Smack! Smack! Smack!

  My vision blurred as he flailed against my ass again. My skin was beginning to burn and I knew he was getting rougher and rougher. Despite this, I was getting more wet and my body burned with lust. Maybe it was because of how open I was with him right now, tied, clamped and toyed with, or maybe it was just because I was appreciating how he handled me. Maybe it was something unexplainable, entirely.

  Click. The vibrator inside me got stronger and now it was shaking and rubbing against my inner flesh, making me go wild. I completely lost my mind and all I could sense at that point was the way my body felt. I was in utter paradise. This is his idea of punishment? Oh God, if it is please just punish me all day!

  “Addy, uck ee!” I moaned out. I needed him to just plow into me! “F-fuck me!”

  “Not yet baby,” he told me. “Go ahead and cum first.”

  Delicious. Thank you. “Tank you, addy!”

  It didn’t even take that long. Before I knew it was squirting all over his bed and the little vibrator egg was taken out as soon as I orgasmed. For a few minutes Dylan just stood there and let me catch my breath. As I did, he worked on some kind of contraption behind me. I heard him work on some metal equipment and I heard him snap something on.

  For the first time since our session began, he got in front of me.

  Oh my… Dylan was completely naked and once again I got to marvel at his gorgeously sculpted body. Quickly he grabbed my head and begun sliding his cock effortlessly into my open mouth. I love the taste of his rod. It was warm and had a unique flavor all to itself. I wanted him to keep pounding it into me. It made me wet. It made me want to fuck.

  “Now let’s see you handle this,” he said as he reached forward and flicked on the contraption behind me.

  My pussy was suddenly invaded by a thick, cock-shaped toy. I could only shut my eyes as I felt it go in and out of my flesh. I could hear the mechanical gears working as the machine continued to work.

  Oh fuck… He had his toy fucking my pussy while he remained in front and continued to thrust his cock into my mouth and throat. God, this was paradise. Before I knew it I was cumming again. At first I feared he would punish me for doing so without asking permission but with his cock in my mouth I guess he knew I wasn’t in the position to discuss it.

  Just as before, he spilled his cum in my mouth and now I relished it. I swallowed as much as I could and I looked up with him with pride. He even smiled down at me and patted my head, which made me feel so good.

  First Dylan turned off the fucking machine and took a few minutes to dismantle it and put it away. He then removed the clamps from my nipples and the rope on my feet. He undid the gag on my mouth last.

  As soon as I was free I collapsed on the bed and let out a big sigh of relief.

  “Tired, baby girl?” he asked as he laid down beside me.

  I could only nod back.

  Dylan wrapped me with his arms and he made me face him. I gently turned around and looked into his eyes. He smiled back at me.

  “You’re such a special little girl,” he told me. He kissed my forehead and continued on, “You’re obedient, you’re strong willed but still know how to submit and you’re just so damn sweet. Not to mention you’re goddamn delicious, I want to fuck you all day.”

  That made me chuckle, “Daddy! You’re playing with me.”

  “I’m not,” he tried to reason out. “I mean it, you’re damn fuckable. So tight, so juicy and you cum like a cute little slut. Daddy wants to keep you forever, little girl.”

  “Maybe you should marry me,” I suggested. I couldn’t believe the words came out my mouth but I did mean it. I mean, if Ysa and Matt could get married then why not Dylan and I?

  Dylan chuckled and nodded, “Maybe we should. Would you be willing to marry someone as old as I am?”

  “Daddy,” I pouted. At this point my ass was starting to swell and I scooted up so I could get into a more comfortable position. “Just look at Ysa and Matt. He’s even older than you and they’re doing well together. I gave up my virginity for you. I gave everything to you. I’m getting a little too addicted. I want you to punish me. I want you to fuck me. I love how you love me. It’s becoming something new and fresh everyday. I’m honestly in love with you.”

  “That’s just so sweet to hear,” he replied. “I’d love to keep you.”

  That wasn’t really an answer but it was good enough for now. Maybe we both needed to think about our future for a while. I just smiled, content with what I had, and snuggled in towards him. He hugged me tight and I fell asleep in his arms.

  ***

  Before he took me home Dylan gave me a very special gift. While we were in the car he gave me a black leather collar. On it the words “Daddy’s Slut” were engraved with glittering stones, like fake diamonds. When I put it on the collar was a little tight around my neck - well, it was a choker collar after all - and Dylan smiled with pride when he saw how it looked on me.

  He then took me home and Ysa just smiled and winked at me when I walked by her. Matt and Dylan talked for a bit over some beer but I was too tired to even discuss shit with anyone. I just waved good-bye and plopped onto my bed in my room.

  It was about an hour later when Ysa came into my room and snuggled up close to me. She woke me up just to tell me she agreed to do those threesome proposals. I couldn’t even give a proper response. All I could think of was whether or not Dylan would ask me to do the same thing too.

  Am I getting too addicted to this? I suddenly felt awake as the question lingered in my mind. Was I getting too deep in? Was there a means of stepping away from all this?

  I did fuck Michael and normal sex just wasn’t doing it for me now. Was it the sex or was I not happy just because Michael was a jerk? I couldn’t really tell anymore. I was getting confused.

  What really turned me on? Was it the guy who punished me but knows how to love me and be sweet to me? Was it the rough sex? Was it the toys and the BDSM aspect of it all? Figure it out, Olivia, you’re starting to lose control.

  I really needed to figure this shit out. I was beginning to get scared. I just listened to Ysabel drone on and on, using her voice to lull me to sleep.

  Chapter Seven

  The next day I didn’t reply too often to Dylan’s messages. I just buried myself in work and tried my best to just be myself, my ordinary self, again. I wanted to avoid thinking about sex, about men and about BDSM. I wanted to just think of work, of good food, TV shows and other normal things.

  Vicky was a bitch as usual but she did slow down in torturing me with more work. I didn’t really know why at first but it was only after lunch that I noticed she kept looking at my neck.

  Oh fuck, do I still have it on? I blinked and slowly reached up to touch my neck.

  “Shit,” I whispered softly when I discovered I still had the choker on. I’ve been going all over work wearing a collar that had such a kinky phrase on. All my coworkers must think I’m a dirty fucking slut now. Shit!

  I quickly took it off. I glanced at Vicky’s direction and when she looked my way she just smiled. I didn’t even know what that kind of smile meant.

  God, this was turning into a damn nightmare. I was humiliated beyond belief.

  “Olivia,” Vicky then called me. I looked at her and she beckoned me to follow her to her main office.

  I sulked but I knew I didn’t really have a choice. I got up and walked into her office. As soon as the door closed I slid into a seat and waited for Vicky to slam me with a ton of office work.

  “So,” she said as she sat down behind her big desk. “You’re ‘daddy’s slut’ now, huh?”

  Fuck.

  “Ma’am, I’m sorry, I just forgot to take it off,” I tried to reason but no matter what I’d say the fact remained that I had that t
hing on. Fuck this. I need to break it with Dylan. If I continued with this I’d get into more trouble and lose my job. I’d probably get too addicted too.

  “No, I don’t really mind,” she said, to my surprise. I looked at her and she had a very naughty grin on her face. “In fact it kind of turns me on. I like it when a girl admits what she is.”

  Was she flirting with me? I didn’t know. “Ma’am?”

  “Sluts like you are meant to be fucked and humiliated,” she explained further, to my utter bewilderment. “I’m a slut, so trust me, I know. I didn’t get this high in a job for the nice paycheck if I didn’t suck a few cocks here and there. You don’t get promoted for being a hard worker, Olivia. You get promoted for fucking the guy with the biggest cock.”

  I had no follow-through for that. “Uhm, so does that mean I’m not fired?”

  Vicky laughed, “No, you’re not fired. You’ve been humiliated enough today. You know what, go ahead and take the rest of the day off. Just make sure you put it back on and don’t take it off until you’re off the premises.”

  I looked back at her with a shocked look. Ah fuck it, I got to accept who I really am, I guess. I put the collar back on, nodded back at Vicky, then made my way out of the office. Several of the guys kept looking at me and each time I’d catch them I’d simply smile back and wink. I wasn’t going to hide it anymore. The beast has been awoken and now daddy needed to deal with the sex-crazed girl he created.

  As soon as I got into my car I locked the doors, rolled my windows up, took off my blouse and unzipped my skirt. I didn’t care if people saw me naked… I just wanted to wear nothing but the choker and finger myself. I masturbated in my car until I came.

  With my fingers digging in and out of my pussy, the only thought I had was that of Dylan plowing me with his cock while smacking me with his hand. I wanted him to yank my hair, to shove his cock deep into my throat and to blow his load in all of my holes.

  I must have lost my mind because I didn’t remember when I came but I did. I was exhausted, perspiring and horny. I put on my blouse but I didn’t bother putting my pants on, deciding to bottom-naked even when driving into town. I stayed that way all back to the apartment.