Part 1

Part 2

DING. Damian’s phone goes off. “Our ride is here,” he says smoothly as he grabs my waist leading us outside. Damien opens the car door for me. It’s a large SUV, he does this when he wants privacy in the back. I know him too well. What is he going to do to me. I don’t know if I can handle much more teasing for the night. Damien sits me down in the last row with him and covers me with his jacket so the driver doesn’t have a show. He pulls me down so my head is resting on his lap. I look up at him, admiring his dark hair, gorgeous jawline and delicious lips. He smiles softly at me holding me tighter as he’s lifting my head up for a deep, sensual kiss. He’s slow with me as he runs his finger up and down my dress.

“You were a bad fucking girl at the restaurant,” he growls with a smile on his face. My body is now covered in goosebumps and his large hands find their way underneath my dress. Daddy gropes my pussy with one hand and my tits in the other, his jacket still covering me, flinging circles around my tits and clit. “You’re so sexy when you’re begging me to fuck you in the middle of dinner. Behind the restaurant, that was naughty baby.” Daddy covers my mouth and quickly slides two fingers into my pussy, moving them back and forth. “You’re a good little slut staying wet for me all night.” He pulls his fingers out of my pussy and places them inside my mouth. He wants me to taste myself, but I suck to taste him. I turn onto my side facing him and reach for his cock, but before I can touch it he grabs my wrist. “I don’t think so,” he chuckles.

“I need to taste you. You’ve tasted me all night, it’s only fair,” I say innocently. But he calls my bluff. “That’s because I can’t trust you to control yourself. The car ride, the stunt behind the restaurant and almost showing your pussy to the valet driver, our waiter and my friends.” He says with more of a stone voice his eyes glazed with frustration.

X

We arrive and as we get out of the Uber, daddy puts his jacket on me. “You need to wear this until we get home. The last thing I need is drunk people looking at you.” We head down to the bar. It’s a flight of stairs down to the rose room. The bar was an old art gallery and had an alternative yet swanky energy with dark and red lighting. People were sitting, drinking and dancing along the room. Daddy leads me to our table where his friends have already gotten comfortable with drinks in their hands. Everyone besides him and I are visually drunk. Daddy sits down and as I start to sit next to him he pulls on my waist and sets me on his thigh. I feel my wet pussy on top of his pants. He places his hands at the edge of my dress and pulls it down to further cover me and keeps his hands gripping me thighs overpowering me. I can hardly move and this is where I know things are starting to take a turn. When daddy starts getting territorial, even my tricks and teases, don’t stop him from doing what he wants.

Daddy has been pounding water since we got here and his grip around my waist only gets increasingly tighter. I ordered another martini, but his grip is so tight I can hardly reach it and I don’t want anyone to know he’s actually holding me that firmly. So each time I want a drink he hands me over my glass and the majority of the time it’s my water glass. Everyone around us is drinking, laughing and having fun while I’m forced to drink water. I need to get away from Damien at the moment as his possessiveness in a public setting is quite the buzzkill.

“Baby I need to use the restroom,” I say loudly for the table to hear. Damien starts to move and says, “I’ll walk you there.”

“Ohhhhh I do too, Lillian. Damien I’ll take her!” The other female out of the group, Camila, shouts.

I smile widely and also shriek, “That would be wonderful!” I look over at daddy and he reluctantly let’s go of my waist. “Be careful,” he says as if I’m about to do something dangerous. I crawl out of his lap and join hands with Camila. As we are walking I say, “I don’t really have to use the bathroom, I just wanted a shot. Why don’t I meet you at the bar and we can take one together?”

“Woooo! Great ideeea, Lillian, genius. I’ll be right there,” Camila says in her high pitched tone. Oh boy if she only knew how pissed Damien would be. I order two vodka shots at the bar and admire everyone dancing. I used to dance for fifteen years ranging from ballet to hip hop. It’s one of my favorite sides of me and with a little liquid courage I could dance in this setting. Camila come back and we raise our glasses. “To having a crazy night!” Camila shouts. If only she knew how crazy my night really was going to get. We pour back the shots and laugh in disgust. “Why don’t we do one more, I’m on vacation after all,” Camila says, not asks, and gets the bartenders attention. I can’t see Damien from where I’m at but I’m imagining his agitated eyes glaring at me as he watched this go down. “Cheers!” shouts Camila. I pour back another shot and grimace. The second one didn’t go down as well. Camila grabs my hand and we go out and dance in the middle of the room. The only problem is that we are in Damien’s sight again, but I start to feel tipsy and don’t care. I unbutton his jacket and go over and place it on Camilas chair catching brief eye contact with Damien. He’s furious, but my endorphins are high from dancing and it doesn’t bother me much. Camila is gorgeous with her jet black hair and tanned skin and she’s much taller than I am. She gets all the attention in the room. It wasn’t long before a handsome man came up to Camila and introduced himself to dance. His friend tagged along so I decided to be friendly, there is no harm in good conversation.

“You’re an amazing dancer,” the gentleman shouts over the music.

“Ah, thank you. I’ve had lots of practice I started dancing when I was three years old.” I shout back.

He reaches his hand out towards me, “Would you like to dance with me?” He has a kind face and an innocence about him. He’s harmless, but Damien’s eyes flash in my head and I start to debate if that would be a good decision. I don’t even have to give an answer before I feel someone towering behind me. “Let’s go.” I hear Damien whisper softly in my ear. “I have the car ready.”

X

Was I really dancing for that long? I didn’t notice him leave to pick up the car. I hug everyone goodbye and Damien leads me out to the car and puts me into the passenger seat.

“How many drinks?”

I avoid rolling my eyes. “I think two martinis and a couple shots with Camila. She practically forced me,” I chuckle.

“That’s not what I heard. You broke the rules. In so many ways. I wanted to fulfill all your desires tonight, but I can’t do that for bratty girls.” He snarls. He’s in a frame of mind I can’t get him out of and I start to breathe heavily, because I don’t know what to expect.

“I know I’m bad sometimes, but you know you love it. I think it makes your cock rock hard. That’s why you got upset when you saw me dancing without your jacket on. You couldn’t stop thinking about how you want to fuck me,” I retorted. We take an immediate right hand turn into a shopping mall parking lot, which was empty based on the time of night. He stops the car.

“Put your seat all the way back and get on all fours and keep your eyes ahead of you.” He demands and I listen. I have no choice but to listen as he has gotten primal at this point. I’m stretch out across the seat on all fours when I feel lube spilling down my ass. “Stay still.” Daddy demands again.

“Fuuuuuckkk,” I scream as daddy pulls on my butt plug. Pushing in and out of my ass. SLAP. I can feel the heat on my ass after that. The pain and pleasure is all too much. Then daddy hands me a remote. It’s the remote to my vibrator.. fuck. He slowly inserts the vibrator as he’s still playing with my butt plug.

Daddy puts his mouth on my neck and kisses sensually up until he reaches in my ear and whispers, “For the love of god just follow my directions now and stop being a brat. I need a good girl to fuck when we get home. Now turn that vibrator on low.” I do as he says. I can’t help but moan. I can’t tell if it’s from agony or intense pleasure, probably both. I take a breathe as daddy finally releases his hand from my butt plug. “Sit down.” He demands. I turn my body to sit back down. Daddy reaches over me to prop my seat back up then grabs my seatbelt and tugs it across my lap. Click. He stays lingering over me looking into my eyes. It’s quiet and still, other than the gentle noise coming from my vibrator. He sweeps his hand across my collarbones and up to my neck. I reach up and grab his firm shoulders. He puts his forehead onto mine and and stays there for a moment. Our breathes bouncing off of each other as our grips stay firm. He starts running his fingers down my hair and kissing me all over my face, neck, collarbones, chest… “You taste amazing.” Daddy breathes out. “You feel amazing,” daddy breathes as he grabs my hips. “Such a good girl.” He reaches my lips and it’s the softest kiss I’ve ever felt. My holes start pulsating and I moan through our kiss.

“Let’s get you home,” daddy says with a soft smile stretched across his face.

X

Daddy holds my waist as he walks me inside the house. He leads me to the bathroom and starts the shower and hands me my toothbrush. “I need that vodka smell off you.” He has irritability in his tone. I brush my teeth and then rinse my body in the shower. I come out smelling like vanilla lavender. When I walk out daddy has a towel ready for me and wraps it around, holding me close. Our faces are inches from each other and his eyes are hungry. He grabs a fistful of my hair and slowly pulls my head back and I let out a whimper. My towel drops and daddy is eyeing every inch of my body as if I were a puzzle he couldn’t solve.

“Mmmmm,” daddy moans as he still firmly grasps my hair. I don’t know what to expect, he’s right, I broke so many rules. I didn’t realize how disobedient I’d been until this moment. He has me naked and vulnerable as he’s standing over me still dressed from dinner. I reach my hand to start unbuttoning his shirt. He starts shaking his head, which makes me pause. “You don’t get to touch me until I tell you to,” daddy snarls, and in the same motion picks me up over his shoulder into the bedroom. He sets me down at the doorway, walks over to the loveseat in the corner the room and seats himself. His nice thighs slightly spread apart, which makes me moan lightly.

“Crawl over to me. And don’t you look away from my eyes,” daddy says as he does this sexy eyebrow raise. It always makes my pussy melt. I make my way to the ground and start crawling over to daddy never breaking eye contact. I smirk and I see him hiding a smirk himself. Once I make my way over to him, he pats on his thigh. I stand up and lean over his thighs with my ass sticking up. “I’m sorry for being a bad girl daddy. I know I should have listened to you,” I say in a lustful voice. Daddy starts running his hand around my ass, caressing it softly.

“Mmhmm. I don’t think you’re all that sorry.” I don’t even get to react before I feel his hand strike my ass making me squirm. He spanks me three more times and by the third I’m squealing. He then picks me up and bends me over the footrest with my ass facing him. I feel his hands wrap around my little wrists and pull my arms back then feel silk ribbon wrapping around my wrists. He has me tied up well as I try to move my hands apart with no luck.

“Stop making it worse for yourself,” he grunts. Just when I start to catch my breath I feel my flogger strike my ass. Daddy’s coming from different angles and doesn’t stop. My ass starts to sting and my moans increasing get louder. “Daddy, please, I’m sorry. I know you know best. I don’t know what I was thinking,” I squeal.

“Shhhh,” daddy lets out loud and fast. He continues to strike me and my body is arching and contouring. Im not sure how much more I can take. “I will do anything to please you. I’ll cook you dinner for a week if you want me to,” I let out between my moans. He knows how much I hate cooking.

He pauses. “Dinner and deep throating my cock afterwards. Every night I want you on your knees and if I have to remind you to do either, I will have you exactly in this position again. He unties my hands and tells me to sit up. I sit down and look up at him as he’s standing over me. He holds my chin and tilts my head up rubbing his thumb over my lips. His thumb slips into my mouth and I feel him pressing down on my tongue. “This cute little tongue seems to get you in quite a bit of trouble,” he smirks. “Go ahead and reach for my belt. And let me see that troublesome tongue all along my cock.”

“Mmm. Yes, daddy.” I say as I unbuckle his belt and start peeling down his pants allowing his cock to bounce in my face. Fuck. I feel myself starting to drip. I reach for daddy’s cock and guide my tongue in from his balls to his shaft to his head. My tongue swirling around the head of his cock as I look up at his nice chin. I tease for awhile until his hands reach the sides of my head steering my head forward until his entire cock is down my throat with my mouth to his pelvis. He doesn’t let up and tears start running down my face as I start gagging. He slowly pulls my head back allowing me to catch my breath.

“Good girl. Every night for a week. Just like that, except I’m not going to help you. Now go lie on the bed.”

I walk over and rest my back onto the bed. I look up and see daddy hovering at the end of the bed looking down on my vulnerable body. He slowly starts to unbutton his shirt, which gets me excited. I smile from ear to ear admiring his body with dark hair across his chest. His cock pointed towards me with his slightly undone pants from earlier.

“I need you,” I whine.

“You need to be put in your place, you little slut.” He puts his cock away buttoning his pants back up then walks around the bed towards my head, slowly sliding his leather belt from his pants. He grabs my wrists and pulls my arms over my head. Securing them together with his belt. He leans down and whispers deeply in my ear, “The better you listen to me, the quicker you will get to cum. And the quicker you can feel my cock fill up your holes.” I nod my head in agreement.

“Don’t move,” he commands and walks back down to the end of the bed. He takes each of my ankles and places them in restraints, I don’t resist as I sometimes do. Then I feel his finger slide along my already wet slit. He smirks, “Good little slut,” he says in a satisfied tone. He then takes his finger and rubs it slowly over my clit, causing a light moan to come out of me. He takes his other hand and inserts two of his fingers into my pussy, which makes me moan louder, his pace picking up with each moan.

“You’re fucking soaked. Such a slut,” he says in amusement.

“Daddy…” before I can finish he shushes over me, “No. stopping asking me for things. I own your pussy tonight,” then lightly slaps his hand against my pussy stopping the pleasure. My hips start to wiggle. I want to tell him to keep touching me, but I don’t want to get in trouble again. He is enjoying every moment of witnessing me squirm.

“Do you want daddy’s tongue on your pussy, little slut?”

“Yes,” I whine loudly, “Please, I need you. Daddy, I need you.”

He laughs, “Oh, so you do need me now? Didn’t seem like that at the bar. Disobeying me.” Slap. He lightly strikes my pussy again then kneels down in between my legs. His tongue running up my thigh then licking everywhere around, but not on my clit. I whimper. I fight every urge not to beg for my orgasm. Finally, sweet relief as he starts flicking his tongue on my clit. As I’m moaning I attempt to push my hips towards his face despite the restraints, but he takes his hands and holds my hips down roughly. He starts flicking slower and slower. I hold back tears of desperation as I feel my orgasm creeping up. Moaning and whimpering. He takes his mouth off my pussy and looks up at my my pouty face.

“Make sure not to cum, baby. You’re being a very good girl right now,” he affirms. He quickly inserts his fingers into my pussy again and starts moving them quickly towards my g spot. My moans almost turn to cries as my body arches to hold in my orgasm. He takes his fingers out and walks to the side of the bed leaving my body to hump the air. He sits down next to me forcing eye contact between us. One hand reaches back down rubbing my clit roughly. “Okay baby, I’m going to count down. You will be able to cum when I get down to 1, okay?” He says sweetly. I nod hardly able to keep my eyes open for him.

“15..14..13..” he says then picks up the pace. My moans echoing throughout the room. He places his other hand on my cheek to comfort me. Enjoying the view of my face as it takes every ounce of my energy to hold in the orgasm. “12…11…10…9….mmmm good fucking girl listening to daddy. 8..7…6..” I can’t keep my eyes open anymore and I feel tears running out of the corner of my eye. He quickly cleans them up with his thumb. “5….4..3,2,1. Cum for daddy, baby.” As I allow my orgasm to push through my body lifts from the bed, my back arching. And without thought I’m not moaning, ‘Daddy,” I’m moaning out ‘Damien.’ My orgasm doesn’t stop taking over my body for at least 30 seconds. My moans turn into deep breaths and I look into Damien’s eyes. He’s pleased with me. He leans down and gives me a kiss and when he pulls away I say, “And yes.. I do need you. Even when I’m not on the verge of orgasm.”

“I know, Lilly,” he agrees as his hand brushes back my hair.

The way he touched my hair made me feel so relaxed. And his eyes staring straight into mine made me want to obey further. I felt as if the world had stopped from the sensations I was feeling in my body, my mind. I forgot who I was outside being daddy’s little slut.

“You know what I need now, baby.” Daddy growls as he cusps my pussy. He kisses my neck then makes his way to my sensitive nipples making me moan all over again. Daddy stands up next to the bed to start unbuttoning his pants. His cock about face level to me. I bite my lip and look up with anticipation to get a glimpse of his nice firm cock.

“Roll onto your stomach like a good girl.” He demands.

My arms still tied together with his belt above my head. I swing my leg over and roll onto my stomach.

“Face down. No peaking.” I do as he says.

I feel him freeing my hands and he puts them on either side of my body. I hear him move to the end of the bed and I try not to squirm from excitement. My pussy is throbbing all over again and I realize how much of a fucking slut I am for him. All of the sudden I feel his hands holding down my forearms and weight pressed against my ass. I couldn’t move if I wanted to. I feel the head of his cock rub against my pussy and I let out a dainty moan. It’s so pathetic how fucking hungry I am for his cock.

“You’re soaked all over again baby. Your body was really just made to please me, wasn’t it?” He sounds satisfied. He slowly pushes the head of his cock inside me. I moan like a helpless slut craving more. I would push my ass into him, but he has every inch of my body pinned down from his. As he’s hardly inside me he slowly pulls my butt plug out of me.

“Good fucking girl getting your ass ready for me. I know how embarrassing that must have felt knowing your ass was owned by me as you were trying to impress my friends,” he laughs. He’s right, I was. But I also felt so euphoric all night, because of him. My confidence and brat-like behavior fueled by his subtle control. He slowly thrusts further inside me.

“You’ve been waiting for this moment all night. Acting out, because your pussy needed daddy’s attention. I know what you need, baby,” he says as his cock pushes completely inside me. I’m moaning louder and he pushes my arms further into the bed. He starts fucking me slow, but hard. I can distinctly feel each time his cock slides out of my pussy and back in causing my entire body to thrust each time. My body felt like it was floating as his body crushing mine while his nice cock is using my pussy. Over, and over again, slowly to prolong his orgasm. I wanted him to consume me. I hear him moan and that sends me straight into a daze. I wonder if I’ll even remember how fucking good I feel right now. I feel him pull out of my pussy and one of his hands relieve my arm. I didn’t realize how hard he had me pinned to the bed until he let go.

“Good little girls let daddy use all their holes one night. Do you want me to fuck your ass baby?”

“Yes, daddy. Please fuck my ass. My entire body needs you.” I moan.

“I know. You’re my obedient little slut, aren’t you? You always want what you know I’m going to give you.” I feel the coolness of the lube drip onto my ass. His finger rubbing against it. I’m anticipating his finger, but instead I feel his thick cock start to press inside me causing my moan to fill the room.

“I think you’ve had enough prep tonight. You need to take my cock now.”

His body pressing me down firmly again and he pushes his entire cock inside my ass. I let out another moan, but maybe it’s a scream. I can’t tell, my entire body is electric. His body crushes mine as his cock quickly thrusts in and out of my ass and even he is holding back moans. I feel his cock swell inside me and I know he’s about to cum.

“Fill me up, daddy. I want your cum so fucking bad.” And it was true. The thought of his warm cum filling up my ass made me desperate.

“Please, daddy.” I breathe out. Simultaneously I feel him hold still deep inside me. He moans in a way I rarely ever hear. It’s pathetic, but it turns me on all over again. I feel his warm cum fill me and he holds me down tight, but I still feel like I’m floating. I feel his mouth against my ear. And he whispers, “Is that what you wanted? Is that why you’re such a brat? Because you need daddy’s cum. It’s okay, baby. I know how to handle brats.” He flips me over effortlessly even though I’m practically limp. He smiles at me and I feel his lips press against mine. I feel my body lift up from the bed and I’m in his arms. He runs the shower and sticks me in with him. It’s fucking freezing and I let out a scream. My mind opens back up to reality. And my face is in Damien’s hand as he’s kissing me over and over again as his other arm has clearly been holding me up. I gain my balance back and wrap my arms around him. My head sinks into his chest with his arms wrapped around me.

I stand there with him for awhile in freezing shower. The euphoria has faded, but somehow this feels just as powerful.