Yes Daddy (Dark Daddies 1)

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.14MasonIt’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.