I Belong To Daddy

Or maybe, I would also be cheating on my fathers boss, who awoke my penchant and love for BDSM.

Jonah, my fathers boss, was a very dominant man. He taught me everything I knew about sex, the way he liked it, and honestly, I would never know anyone who could dominate me completely, chain me, and flog me the way he did.

I may have a lot of beautiful fucks here and there, but I had only one master, one daddy. One Jonah.

So here's the gist about Jonah.

He was everything!!! I know I say that a lot about a lot of men, but I tell you this truth with no iota of lies, he was my daddy. And he loved to play with a collar and whip.

One day, after buckling the play collar snug around my neck, Jonah clasped a leather leash around the silver D-ring.

Freshly shaved with his graying brown hair parted to the side, Jonah smirked down at me. “What would your father think of you if he knew you were at a sex club with his boss?”

      He clutched the leash tighter, yanking me to him. My eyes widened slightly at the sheer force this man had, heat already gathering in my core at the thought of being here with him. Back at his place, he told me that he had a surprise for me tonight.

I drew my fingers up his chest, curling them around his suit collar. “He’d probably be disappointed in me, being his boss’s little submissive fucktoy.”

      While it was forbidden, wrong even, to be with Jonah Stark, I had known him for months now, slept with him several nights a week, and loved the way he handled me like no other man could. My dad just could never find out about it.

      He leaned closer to me and nodded toward a group of men sitting on a curved sectional near the bar. “Do you see those men, sweetheart?” he asked. I nodded. “Do you recognize them?”

I swallowed hard, my nipples hardening underneath the lacy black set of lingerie Jonah asked me to wear tonight. “My father’s coworkers,” I said, heart racing. “And some other men.”

      Jonah tucked some of my white-blonde hair behind my ear. “CEO and some other men on the council,” he said.

Some of the men had noticed us and looked over.

      Jonah released his harsh grasp on the leash. “Shall I let you walk there? Or do you want to crawl on your knees for Daddy?” he asked, drawing his fingertips up the side of my neck so softly that it sent shivers down my spine.

Pressing my lips together, I gnawed on the inside of my cheek and shifted from foot to foot.

      When I didn’t answer him, he dropped the leash and said, “I’ll let you crawl tonight,” and walked to the couch, shaking hands with a couple of the men and taking a seat on the side.

      For a long time now, I had known that some of the men wanted to peek up my short little skirt when I visited my father at work.

I stood there anxiously, waited for Jonah’s orders, and watched all the men that my father worked with... the CEO, CTO, all of the men on the council, stare at me with glasses of vodka and those incredibly dark, lustful looks in their eyes.

Daddy rolled up his sleeves and patted his knee. “Come here.”

Without thinking, I stepped toward the couch with racing thoughts about what tonight would really entail.

      “Crawl, Kiara. Be a good girl. Don’t make Daddy punish you in front of all his friends.”

      Getting down on all fours, I crawled to him, swaying my hips side to side and loving the attention that all my father’s coworkers were giving me.

Some held their drinks over their groins while others let me see just how hard they were because of me already.

      I knelt by Daddy’s side and stared up at him through my lashes. He was hard through his suit pants, just waiting to be pleased.

I pressed my thighs together to ease the ache between my legs as Jonah placed two fingers on my chin.

      “Sit on my lap. Show everyone how quickly you can come by grinding your dripping little cunt against my thigh.”

      After climbing on top of him, I sat, facing him.

      He placed a lingering kiss on my lips. “Turn around, sweetheart. I get to see your face as you come every night. Don’t you think they deserve to see it too? I don’t want to be selfish with you.”

      Wetness pooled between my thighs as I turned around to face the group of men. I sat on his thigh and gently ground myself against his leg, feeling the pressure rise in my core and making me feel oh-so good.

      A couple of the men readjusted themselves, placing their drinks on the low glass table and slipping their hands into their pants. I moved my hips back and forth, grinding even harder against his leg, and moaned.

      “Good girl,” Jonah said, kissing my bare shoulder. He brushed his fingers against the clasp of my bra. “Why don’t we take this off you too? Can you do that for me, sweetheart? Show everyone those perky little tits that you let me jerk off to every night.”

      I nodded my head as Jonah unclasped my bra and let it fall to the ground. My breasts slightly bounced out of it, jiggling when I placed my hands behind me on Jonah’s chest for balance.

The men stared at my tits, cursing under their breath and stroking their cocks even faster because of me. I stared at Jonah's business partner and the CEO of the company my father worked at, watching his eyes darken.

      Pressure built higher and higher in my core, the tension between my legs almost too much to handle. I dug my fingers into Daddy’s chest and moaned out, coming all over his suit pants.

      My legs trembled around his, and I pulled them to my chest. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through me at the sight of being lusted after by ten men that I hardly knew.

      “Look at what you did,” Jonah said, shaking his head up at me. “You ruined my pants, sweetheart. Your cunt is too wet.” He nodded to the table in front of the couches. “Kneel on it for me on all fours. Ass in the air, back arched.”

      I sucked on my bottom lip and crawled onto the table, my nipples hard. He unzipped his pants, grasped my hips, and pulled me closer until the head of his hard cock poked at my entrance.

“Please, Daddy,” I pleaded. “Give it to me hard. I need it.”

Jonah leaned over me, lips brushing against my ear. “Let all Daddy’s friends see those tits swing as I fuck you.” He thrust himself into me, sending me forward slightly.

      One of the men leaned forward and tugged on my nipples, squeezing and tugging and twisting them in his fingers. A wave of pleasure rolled through me as my tits continued to bounce as Jonah thrust into me from behind.

      “You wanna know why they think they can touch you like that, princess?” Daddy asked, one hand grasping on to my ass as the other grabbed a fistful of my hair.

“Because you’re acting like a little slut, grinding your cunt across my thigh to get off, ruining my pants, and now getting fucked in front of all Daddy’s friends.”

The man tugged even harder on my nipples. I moaned out, brows furrowed together. Heat gathered in my core, and I closed my eyes, feeling so good right now.

I loved the feeling of him inside of me, using me for his pleasure, submitting completely to him.

“But that’s not true, right, princess? You’re not an innocent slut.”

      “No, Daddy,” I said.

      “What are you then?” he asked me.

      “Daddy’s dumb little whore.”

      Wrapping a hand around the front of my throat, he pulled my upper body off the table and closer to him. “That’s right,” he said into my ear, his voice husky. “You’re Daddy’s little whore, who loves to get her tight little cunt fucked in front of all these other men …” He thrust hard up into me.

“All these men who will never get a fucking chance to feel how tight your pussy gets for me because it’s mine.”

 My pussy tightened around him, and I moaned out.

Grasping another fistful of my hair, he pulled my head back slightly, still pumping into me.

“You’re going to be a good cumslut for me, sweetheart, and let Daddy’s friends come on your cute little face.”

      “Yes, Daddy.”

      “Tell them that you want it,” Jonah said, tugging back and forth on my hair. “Beg for it.”