My Only Whore

Amelia's POV

Best day ever. I got the bag I've been wanting since forever, which is also since like a week ago they came out.

I drove home with them, absolutely hiding them just in case I stumble upon Dad or even Brittany. I think she's trying to be a cool girlfriend or something, so now she's just doing too much. She should at least stay off my space for a while, yunno.

But then, I'm a sucker for her food though. I made it home without getting caught, straight to my room where I kept them safe, then I had a nice shower.

I wore a night dress and headed downstairs for dinner because I knew Brittany was whipping something up, when I started hearing voices downstairs.

Then she popped out of nowhere, complaining about my nightwear. It was a bit exposed.

“Sweetie, maybe go put on something better? Like a robe over this?”

She was smiling awkwardly. It was weird.

“Why?”

Dane.

I heard his voice amongst others. Seems a couple of visitors arrived. Why the hell is he here?

“Well, that's why.” I nodded my head and turned around quickly to wear a robe over my night dress, then I came out for dinner to see them all surround the table. Men in suits. Dad does this once in a while, bring home people I barely gave two fucks about.

My eyes scanned the people in the room, then they fell on him. He was already looking in my direction. He's the only one that made me so aware.

“Oh, there you are…my daughter, everybody.” I absolutely didn't appreciate this. I mean, I looked ridiculous! Not my best at all.

Dad!

Still, I forced out a smile as they all respectfully greeted me. He spoke about me working as an intern for Dane and about how I emerged the best graduating student. He simply had no plans to let go of that ever.

I slipped into a seat directly opposite Dane and settled down for dinner.

I want him. I want the man so bad. My hormones were all over the place as I felt his stares on me periodically.

After a while of eating while letting the big men speak, I raised up my legs and sent them straight, right under the table, on Dane's thighs.

He stared hard at me and my throat literally dried up. I didn't stop. I let my legs travel, right to his middle, then I poked. He swallowed his groan as much as possible as he looked down.

I smiled when I finally felt his hands on my legs, directing it away from me but playing with my feet.

“Behave.” He mouthed.

That's too bad then, because I forgot to do that. I tortured him, hurt him, and kept rubbing my toes against his hardening cock aggressively. Soon he slapped my legs down.

It hurt. I glared. He looked away.

Dad was still talking when Dane suddenly excused himself, asking him for the restroom.

Dad made directions but that wasn't enough for Dane. He soon turned to me.

“Do you mind showing me where exactly?”

I swallowed. Is he fucking crazy?

I stood up and guided him anyway to one of the public restrooms. The minute I turned to leave, this crazy man dragged me in with him, clicked the door shut, picked me up and dropped me on top of the bathroom island. He stood in between my legs.

He sounded desperate as he pulled my robe off me and my breasts practically poured out of my nightgown. He groaned hard, pressing his face against them. Holy fuck.

“Oh, you heard Brittany earlier.” I breathed hard, almost throwing my head back because it felt so good to have him lose control.

“Yes, trying to hide things I've already touched. How cute of her. She's protective. I like that.”

“Okay enough about her. Focus on me.” I ordered, biting my lips and spreading my legs a little wider because why not?

He left my tits and faced me. I missed it already.

“I like what you have on, baby girl.”

“Thank you.” I couldn't contain the blush that crept up my cheeks.

“Your tits are very fitting, can't wait to touch you how I want to.”

God. I'm getting wet already. This man was so huge I couldn't see past him.

“You're so gross.” I laughed. He didn't. He's actually fucking gross.

“Apparently.” He just shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, you can touch me if you want. You've gotten me a bag–”

He titled his head in new amusement.

“You're not a whore now, are you? You're not selling your body to me because of a bag, come on. We have a mutual understanding.”

“I could be your personal whore. I mean, as long as it's personal, just me.” I really forgot to have even a little dignity.

He just smiled, reaching for my face and running his hands through it. He brought his face to mine, our mouths inches away from each other. I've already tasted this man's mouth, but I wanted more.

“You're dying to be my only whore, aren't you? Baby girl.”

Then he wrapped his hand around my throat, and I licked my lips hungrier.

“I've already made that clear, yes.” I literally moaned out, breathing into his mouth.

Yeah, I'm very very sexually attracted to this man.

“Such a bad girl. Fuck,” He growled.

“I wonder if Daniel knows how bad his daughter is.” He teased but I clapped back.

“I also wonder if he knows his business partner is aggressively trying to fuck his daughter mercilessly.”

He nodded his head with an approving smile.

“Good girl. Merciless is the key word.”

I inched closer for a kiss as I grabbed his collar forward, but he didn't give me what I wanted. I'm a very sexual human being so this was already torture when he stepped back.

“I won't stop if I touch you, not after what you did under the dining table. I'm so hard.” He whispered like a warning, like I should also step aside, and I believed him. Still, I wanted more from the fire emanating from him.

“What more would you have done to me then?” I asked, teasing him further, apparently also teasing myself at this point.

“I have plans for you, Amelia.”

“Hmm.” He reached for my mouth and pried it open with two of his fingers, and I couldn't help but suck into them.

He nodded his head like it's what he wanted and started falling apart.

I stared into his soul as I sucked like I would his cock, greedily, to cause confusion, to mess him up bad.

Based on the volume of men that approach me, I know I'm hot as hell, so this is really fun, when men can't help themselves around me, and Dane was no exception. The man was going insane, even with all his weak ass constraints.

Okay, I spoke too soon because at the last minute, he took out his hands. Good for him.

“You'll be a good girl, I know it.” I smiled. I was going so crazy I lost the sense of time or even awareness of others and my surroundings. How did he manage to make me do that? I was about to say fuck it and lock lips with him anyway when I heard my name in the distance.

“Millie? Millie? Where are you?” Brittany.

‘“Fuck. Leave so I can leave!” I pushed him off me so I could at least breathe from what we've been at for the past ten minutes. I have been incredibly seduced by the way, how impressive.

“Fine.” He turned around to leave and was actually reaching the door when he turned around and rushed me. Then he placed a kiss on my forehead of all places.

“You're mine.” He ordered. I just nodded. Apparently I didn't understand the meaning at the time but I eventually grew to find out.

He slipped out, and I suddenly felt so empty, and horny.

When I made sure the coast was clear, I also slipped out, wearing my robe properly of course. I was about to head straight to my room, abandoning dinner when Brittany spotted me.

“I've been looking for you. You just disappeared.” I whipped my head around to see her at the foot of the stairs, her expression portraying how worried she actually was.

“Oh, I was in the laundry room. I just sat there, thinking.” Damn. I'm such an interesting liar because that barely makes any sense. Dane is about to ruin my life because I've had no reason to ever lie to anyone.

“Oh. Are you okay? You can talk to me about anything, you know?”

I forced a fake smile as I nodded my head. If she has plans to be just like mom after all, then I don't subscribe.

“Yes I know, I just want to head upstairs now.”

“You're done eating?”

I nodded, bored out of my mind.

“Alright my dear. Get some sleep.”

I smiled again and headed up, heaving a sigh of relief. I dropped into my bed, about to touch myself, and I picked up my phone resting by the bedside to see a text message from Dane.

“Sure, touch yourself. When I catch you, you'll pay for it.”

I can't wait to pay, because I dived right into my first of many orgasms that night.