The Driver’s Daughter

“Ciara, honey, we should leave now if we’re going to make it on time!” Dad called from the living room.

Ciara took one last look in the mirror. The red bodycon dress hugged every inch of her hourglass figure.

Being plus-size never stopped her from owning her curves — if anything, it made her more striking.

She was the replica of her mother, only younger: pretty face, heavy breasts, thick hips, and a perfect bubble butt. At just eighteen, she was already a gorgeous piece of work, and tonight she planned to prove her worth.

Tonight was the twenty-fifth anniversary of D.C. Enterprises, the company where her father had worked as head driver for ten years. One of the largest in the country. One of the most powerful.

“You look amazing, honey,” Dad said as she descended the stairs.

“Thanks, Dad,” she smiled.

“All right, let’s go,” Mom added, already heading for the door.

The entire ride, Ciara’s heart raced. She had one plan tonight, and she prayed it would play out perfectly. It had been years of crushing in silence. Two years since his rejection that broke her.

The memory was still fresh — his birthday dinner party, the taste of his lips, the way he pushed her away. *You are a child. You don’t know what you want yet.* His words had cut her deeper than anything.

Cory Bills. CEO of D.C. Enterprises. Her father’s boss.

She was eight when her family moved to Chicago after their company went bankrupt. Dad had to start over, and it was Cory — his high school friend, who gave him this job. Their livelihood depended on him. And yet, that didn’t stop Ciara from falling in love with him at thirteen. His perseverance, his power, his kindness — all of it consumed her.

By the time they arrived, the grand hall was already packed with guests in expensive clothes and cars lined up outside.

“As always, Cory has outdone himself. This is magnificent,” Mom whispered, eyes wide.

“This is always Cory’s style,” Dad laughed as they made their way through the crowd.

Then came that presence. That voice.

“Enzo.”

Dad turned, smiling as he shook Cory’s hand. Cory leaned in to kiss Mom’s cheek. But when his eyes met Ciara’s… they darted away almost instantly, as if he couldn’t bear to look. It stung.

“Congratulations again, boss,” Dad said.

“Tonight, we’re friends, Enzo. No formalities,” Cory replied with a smile, then ushered them to sit at his table.

Ciara sat across from him, her pulse pounding. She knew his story — the orphan who clawed his way from nothing to become the man everyone in this room respected. Maybe that was why she’d fallen so hard. Or maybe it was just him.

“Ciara, honey, Daryl asked you a question,” Mom’s voice snapped her back.

Daryl — a supervisor at the company, who had been chasing her for months. She only wanted Cory, but Cory’s glare at Daryl was enough to make her shiver.

“You changed your hair color?” Daryl repeated, smiling.

“Yes. I needed a change,” she replied, stabbing her fork into her chicken and chewing slowly, letting her lips shine under the light.

“You look beautiful,” Daryl whispered, raising his glass.

A low growl came from the corner. Ciara looked up. Cory’s dark eyes were locked on her, sharp and hungry.

Her game had only just begun.

“Thank you, Daryl. I heard red is your favorite color,” she purred, sipping her juice.

Cory’s fists clenched under the table.

From the moment she’d walked in, his control had been slipping. That sinful red dress, her breasts nearly spilling out, her ass swaying with every step. For a year he had stayed away, reminding himself she was too young, too innocent. But one taste of her mouth that night had ruined him. And now, she was no girl. She was a woman tonight.

“Do you mind accompanying me to the bathroom, Daryl?” Ciara suddenly asked, already rising from her seat.

Cory’s jaw tightened as Daryl followed her, grinning like a fool. His eyes burned into the sway of her hips, that ass wrapped in red. His cock strained in his pants.

“Excuse me,” Cory muttered, rising from his seat like a storm.

He shoved open the bathroom door, and the scene he meets…..fury lit his veins.

Ciara was pinned against the wall, Daryl’s mouth devouring hers in a sloppy French kiss.

Cory ripped her away and slammed Daryl back.

“Get lost before I kill you,” he snarled.

One look at Cory’s murderous eyes, and Daryl bolted like a coward.

Ciara only smirked, licking her lips as she fixed her smeared lipstick.

“What the fuck was that?!” Cory roared, his hand slamming against the wall beside her head.

“That,” she said coolly, “was me French kissing a man.”

“Don’t play games with me, Ciara.” His voice was low, dangerous.

“You don’t get to yell at me. You’re my father’s boss, not mine. You’re the one who rejected me, remember? So now I kiss who I want. Fuck who I want.”

She turned to walk away, but he grabbed her wrist and yanked her back. His breath hit her face, hot and ragged.

“Enough!”

With one violent tug, he ripped her gown. Her breasts spilled free, bouncing under his gaze. She gasped, but before she could scream, his mouth crashed down on hers, swallowing her protest. His hand seized her breast, squeezing hard, groaning into her lips.

“Fuck, Ciara… these tits,” he growled, dragging his tongue over her nipples, biting, sucking until she moaned against the wall.

Her knees went weak. His touch was rough, desperate, claiming every inch. He knew exactly how to ruin her body.

“Turn around,” he ordered, his voice a dark command.

Shaking, aroused beyond reason, she obeyed.

“First, I’m going to fuck you for wearing this dress and letting every man here stare at your gorgeous body. Then, I’ll fuck you again for kissing that boy.”

“Yes, Cory,” she moaned breathlessly. “Fill me up. Teach me. I’ve been a bad girl.”

His tie silenced her next word as he gagged her mouth. Her face pressed against the cold wall, wrists pinned behind her back by one of his strong hands.

“The door is unlocked, Ciara. I don’t give a fuck who walks in. They’ll see what you’ve done to me.”

Her legs parted on instinct. When his fingers brushed her slick heat, he groaned.

“Bare… dripping… naughty little girl.”

She whimpered against the gag.

Then he drove into her with one brutal thrust. They both cried out, his cock stretching her tight walls.

He stilled, breathing hard against her neck, letting her adjust to his size. But she pushed back, needy. That was all he needed.

He slammed into her again. And again. Their bodies clapped against each other, his pace merciless, her soft ass bouncing with every thrust.

Her muffled moans filled the restroom. His growls grew darker.

“You take me so well. So damn tight.” He praised.

“You’re mine, Ciara. Mine.”

The door suddenly creaked open.

An old woman froze in the doorway, eyes wide in shock.

Cory didn’t stop. If anything, his thrusts grew harder. He pressed Ciara’s cheek against the wall, forcing her to look at the horrified woman.

The old lady gasped, stumbled back, and fled.

Ciara’s whole body trembled, pleasure drowning out the shame. Her climax ripped through her, muffled screams of his name caught by the gag.

Seconds later, Cory spilled deep inside her with a guttural groan, holding her tight as he buried every drop.

Panting, he pulled the gag from her lips and leaned close, his voice rough and dangerous.

“This is just the beginning, Ciara. From tonight… you’re mine. And I’ll destroy anyone who touches you.”