Daddy’s Little Pet | 18+ - Chapter #4 - Free To Read

ROBERT

“Gently, gently…”

I whispered as I held Renee’s hands tightly, brushing her skin now and then while we walked to my hotel suite.

It was like a dream that the lady whose images I’d orgasmed to last night was in my arms, and every now and then, I kept shooting her a glance, wanting to know if she was real.

I’d seen her at the beach party last night when I held a meeting with my business partners, and the moment she stepped in my line of vision, the wheels in my head began to turn.

For the first time in years, I felt this insane possessive urge to dominate a lady, and I vowed within myself that I would do just that before leaving this damned city and going back to my abode.

Wherever I would go to look for her, whatever length I had to make, I would do it, as long as it got that strawberry blonde beauty underneath me.

She had been putting on large tops and some long-fitted jeans, but still, I could see her every curve. The red cotton material hung over her large boobs, and even though she was duly covered, somehow, I could see the lines of her hard nipples. She didn’t even make any effort that night, just drinking with her friend and talking about whatever, but she had my full attention either way.

With that milky white skin and big brown eyes that sparked brightly, the mysterious lady was, without a doubt, the only human who had me enraptured in years.

Lust or love, at first sight, I didn’t know what to make of it, but I’d vowed that I was going to have a taste of her, and then whatever happened would determine itself later.

I was not into young women, but the moment I’d set eyes on that fresh, young, and petite goddess, I suddenly got a fetish.

Every time I looked at her, something bubbled from deep within, and at long last, when I was done with my business meeting, wanting to go talk to her, she was nowhere to be found.

I asked the party organizers about her, describing the strawberry-blonde beauty to them, but no one seemed to know who she was, and with sagging shoulders, I returned to my hotel room.

Taking a cold shower, I masturbated to images of her plump red-lined lips, sucking my dick hard and fast, and my orgasm was heavy like one I had never experienced all my life.

It was strange. So strange how I had this feeling for a lady half my age, and considering how I’d sworn off women these past few weeks, it baffled me.

My sleep had been fruitless and horny-filled, but luckily for me, today, when I’d stepped out for some fresh air, I’d spotted her.

She had on the sexiest swimwear I’d ever seen, and the moment I’d set my eyes on her, I knew I was gone for life. I knew I had to make my move or else…

“Are we there yet?” Her meek voice cut through my thoughts, and blinking twice; I twirled her slowly until her back was to me and replied, “Soon, baby girl. Soon.”

I knew she was blushing because her whole body shook slightly, and I chuckled.

Still leading her through the corridor, we finally got to the last part of the suite, and swiping my electric card, the door opened, and we walked in together.

“Oh my…” She gasped, her eyes flickering through as she surveyed my mini-suite, and I grinned proudly. She had no idea I owned this hotel and that I was fucking wealthy.

Honesty, I loved how we got to know each other and how natural the conversation had been ever since.

Women flocked to me because of my wealth, but it’s not the same with Renee. She had no idea who I really was, and I liked that.

She was with me for one obvious reason, to have sex, and that’s it.

“Is this your room or?” She started to ask, and I interrupted before she could finish, “Yes, this is where I’m staying for the time being.“

“The time being?“ She asked, turning to face me, her brows quirked in confusion.

“I’m here on a business trip.” I said curtly, not wanting to prolong the conversation as I added, “You just had your tropical juice; are you still thirsty?”

“Yes, I am thirsty.” She said absentmindedly, her eyes still roaming around my room.

“Unfortunately for you, the only drink I have here is on my body, my waistline to be precise, and it’s in abundance, baby girl.”

A cough escaped her lips as she whirled around facing me, her whole body suddenly red and her eyes widening in confusion.

She was biting those plump lips of hers, her hands stroking her chest and the edges of her breast, as her eyes strayed down my body, to my waist, and my bulging erection too.

The atmosphere was becoming heated already, and I could hear the shallow sounds of her labored breathing as I took a step forward.

“Baby girl…” I whispered into her ears, nudging my head and kissing the base of her neck.

She was so small in front of me, and as I continued trailing kisses down her neck, my finger hovered on her chest. I so desperately wanted to feel her boobs, as we were more than close now, and I literally had them in my grip, but I was going to make her beg me for it.

Every single thing I planned on doing to her this afternoon, she was going to fucking beg for it.

She would be a good girl for me. I grinned inwardly, inhaling her persimmon scent and at the same time, my dick twitched.

Her breathing hitched, and she gripped my large arm with one of her hands, trying to steady her trembling body, and I chuckled.

“How long since you’d let a man fuck you last?” I asked softly, and she said nothing, just breathing heavily.

“How long since a man made you scream and beg for his dick?” I asked again, and she just whimpered in response, her hands now gripping my arms very tightly, her nails digging into my flesh, but I loved the pain it brought.

“How would you like me to fuck you now? What do you want?” I asked again, and this time my fingers were no more on her chest but at the side of her waist.

I placed them on the line of her woolen skirt, and then taking her off guard, I dipped my hands in her cloth, her panties, until I came in contact with her pussy which was wet like I’d expected, and she let out a loud gasp.

I gave the little bud a small stroke, and another, and another, until she was a quivering mess in front of me, barely able to stand still as I continued the movements.

“Oh fuck! Oh, Da… Oh, Daddy…”

My hands froze, and I felt her hands in her panties too, as she tried to hold my hands, wanting me to continue the strokes, but I refused.

“What did you just say?”

Her eyes were closed, and as I asked that question, she opened them slightly, her hands leaving her panties likewise mine, and she took a step back from me instantly.

She was flushed, her whole body red again, and she looked down at my fingers which was dripping with a bit of her cum. I could tell that she was embarrassed already.

“What did you just call me, baby girl?” I asked again, taking a step towards her, but she took another backward and began apologizing, “I… I’m sorry I got carried away, and I…”

“Don’t apologize!” I groaned huskily, and in a flash, I had her trapped in my hold, my arms around her small frame.

“Say it again.”

“What?” She asked, looking defiant, and I smirked, “Call me Daddy. I’m your Daddy, it’s only appropriate in this situation, and it makes me want to fuck you already.”

“I… I can’t call you that. I don’t know what came over me and…”

“Oh, you’ll learn to call me that, I promise you.” I smirked and grabbing her hands, I began to lead her shaky legs to one of the couches in the room.

“Stay here.” I commanded, and she just nodded, her body still shaking.

Closing the suite's curtains and making sure the lights were dimmed, I placed some cool fragrance everywhere and proceeded to put some slow music in the large home theater, quickly creating my ideal fuck scene.

In seconds I was done, and taking off my shirt, I sat down on the couch opposite her.

Silence descending between us, I stared at her closed thighs while she stared at my bare chest, and we said nothing to each for some time.

“You have to listen to everything I tell you to do, okay? And if you don’t, I will have no choice but to let you go. Can you comply?”

“What are you going to ask of me?” She replied to my question with one of hers, her voice throaty, and my fists clenched a bit.

“Can you comply?”

“I…”

“We will start with you calling me Daddy. Is that okay?” Even in the dim lighting, I knew she wanted to say no badly, but luckily she did as I wanted and just nodded curtly.

“Good girl. Now strip for me.”