Page 8 of Time Out

God, her tits are huge. Bigger here in the light of the bathroom than I noticed before, and the rest of her is more opulent, and lusher, than should be allowed here on Earth.

It’s getting harder and harder to control myself with her carefree innocence on display in front of me. Why isn’t she trying to run?

The question keeps taunting me, but I push it away every time. The ache in my balls and cock is relentless and growing by the millisecond as I turn the chrome handle on the massive claw-foot tub and nod to the fizzing bubbles.

“Show me what you were going to do on that stage first. Then I’m going to wash off every memory of what you were going to show off to all those depraved men.”

“You—” She stalls on a quizzical tip of her head, her rich dark maple syrup colored, poorly-dyed pigtails wagging down to her cute little ears. “Dance for you?”

“Is that what you planned for tonight? To dance?”

Her mouth makes a sweet little ‘O’ shape as she considers her answer, standing there with her toes pointed together, knees and thighs tight and tits on full display, and all I want to do is sink my tongue into her juicy little wet hole while she begs Daddy for what she needs.

Daddy.

Fuck, yeah. I can’t fight the word that’s been beckoning to me since yesterday when I first saw her. I want to fuck her and cuddle her. Hurt her and soothe her.

I. Want. It. Fucking. All.

“I was, but I’m not exactly sure what I planned. As soon as I got on the stage, I froze.”

It’s nearly impossible to draw a breath staring at the vision before me, and I would admire her for hours but my cock and balls have other plans.

“Then I’ll tell you what to do. That’s what you want deep down, isn’t it, shortcake? Someone to tell you what to do?”

A beat passes before she tilts her head, and euphoria takes me when her plump, pink lips spread into a smile. “Yes, I think so.”

I close the space between us, heat spreading downward from the crown of my head into my toes as I think of her thick thighs spreading for me as she calls my name and scores my back with her fingernails. I remind myself that she said she’s had four gin and tonics tonight. Maybe not that much, but I get the feeling she’s not a big drinker. Something about her makes me want to do this right. My own twisted mind’s version of right, sure, but I’m not going to take her cherry until she’s sober.

But my flexible morals and my greedy monstrous need are worked up enough to convince myself that she’s clear minded enough for some other activities. “Good girl,” I whisper against her mouth, working my suit jacket from her shoulders and the remnants of her Harley Quinn outfit down her curves and onto the floor. “I want a fully nude special dance.”

Stepping back, the wonder and flash of excitement in her eyes has my heart pinched between my ribs.

I want to bend her over and ruin her with every inch of my thick cock, painting her insides with my seed so she’ll never be free from me, but first things first.

I backstep, unable to tear my eyes from her naked body, then lower myself into the chair next to the steaming, bubble-filled bathtub, and spin my index finger in the air.

“Turn around twice, then bend over and spread your legs, I want you to smile at me from between your knees and pull your ass apart. I want to see it all. I want you to shake it for me. You wanted to show off? Well, here’s your chance. Daddy always gets what he wants, you should remember that. Now,bend.”

My crudeness shocks me, and her too, but with a nod of my head and a point of my finger with a stern look, she’s following directions like a perfect princess.

Fuck.

My dick nearly hammers through my zipper when her ass starts jiggling and her ripe cunt peeks at me from between the apex of her thighs, with her pigtails hanging down. She’s got bare little pussy lips with just a brush of light curls. When she fucking smiles at me from between her legs, wagging her ass and cocking her hips back and forth, I’m ready to fucking faint.

I could be having a heart attack. It feels like a hundred cinder blocks are sitting on my chest. My fingers are numb, and it’s hard to draw a breath.

She belongs to me. I know it down into the marrow of my bones. We haven’t even exchanged names, for fuck’s sake, and this angel is giving me the show of a lifetime with zero inhibitions.

“Turn around,” I heave. “Get down on the floor, legs in the air, then spread them, hands stretched above your head.”

The vision of her in my head has me giving her every detail of how I want her positioned for my pleasure.

My hand is on my crotch, soothing myself in the only way I can right now as I watch her lower herself onto the fluffy white rug. She’s on all fours at first, which has me ready to mount her like a Great Dane.

When she rolls on her back and I get my first full-frontal view of her pretty pussy, I swear I can see her virginity. The sight hits me like a punch to the gut as she extends her arms, arching her back, then spreading her legs wide like she’s a professional, eager to tease for those dollar bills.

“Fuck, shortcake, you make me so fucking hard. You like making Daddy hard, don’t you? Fucking teasing me.”

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