Page 80 of Stabby Little

I yank my fingers away from his dick and smack his hand. "You're suckingmycock tonight, Daddy." Using the whip as leverage, I drag him to his knees. "Open your mouth."

He lets out a growl. "Like hell."

"If you want to stop, use your safe word."

"I'm not letting you control me."

I press my lips to his ears. "Daddies always think they're in charge, but you know who runs the show?" I lick his earlobe. "Their boys. Right now, your boy is ordering you to suck his cock."

My mystery man's eyes shoot daggers at me, but he obeys my wan command.

Peeling back my lace panties, I let my cock spring free. It jumps between my thighs, smacking against my tummy. My balls are full tonight, hanging low against my taint, even though I jerked off fourteen times this week. I peel my foreskin back, then rub my pink head along his lips.

"Open wide, Daddy." I drive the whip into his neck. "Give your kitty a blowjob."

He opens his mouth and grants my package passage. I thrust my cock into his mouth, pushing hot and hard. Warm, wet heat opens around my member, and I buck into him without restraint. I fuck his face like a sex toy, using this powerful man—I know he's powerful if he comes to a place like this—the way I want, not giving a shit about social conventions, not caring if he wants to take control.

I make him my bitch, using him for my primal needs, making him suck my dick. He swirls his tongue around my cock head, but I push his head back and force him to suck the entire thing. This isn't a time for dainty shit, passionate blowjobs that you give after drinking champagne. No, right now I own this man. Control him. Dominate him. My eighteen-year-old cock is wrecking his throat and I intend to ruin it for all other men.

I yank my shaft out of his lips and plant my balls on his tongue. "Suck my balls now."

My mystery man flits his tongue around my sack, tasting the skin. He pops my left testicle in his mouth, sucks it, then swaps it out for the right. Strands of spit drip onto his chest, but I don't give a fuck that he's messy.

I smear it around, using it as lube to massage his Dad bod muscles, turning his nipples into stiff peaks. His dick bounces between his legs as I dominate him.

I focus on making him submit to me. I order him to lick my full balls, those twin orbs packed with cum. I move my taint against his mouth, freshly shaved and smooth, getting him to drag his tongue along it. I slam his head back and demand that he lick my asshole, not rim it, not eat me out like boyfriends do after an expensive date night, but to demonstrate my superiority.

He has no choice but to oblige. He scissors his tongue into my ass, using it to penetrate my hole. This isn't about pleasing me. This is about showing him what a dirty slut he is.

This powerful man I've broken likes licking an eighteen-year-old boy's ass.

Using the whip as a leash, I tug him to the chair. It rises before me like a throne, powerful and menacing. This is the type of seat kings and czars sit on as they command their servants to suck their cocks.

Tonight, I'm in control of Daddy. He spread me on his lap like a kitty during our first meeting, but now baby boy runs the show.

"Sit."

My mystery man rises from the floor and sits on the seat. He opens his mouth to speak but I tighten the whip.

"No talking." I spit on his hard dick, then rub my fingers up and down. "You're going to fuck me, okay, Daddy?"

He says nothing which is exactly the way I want it. He'd better not open his bitch mouth.

"You're my doll." I adjust my kitty ears and sit on his lap. "Just like last time. You don't get to speak or move unless I instruct you to. Your job is to sit still while I use you. Milk you. With my ass. Make me come."

My mystery man drags his eyes up to me. He stares at me a beat too long. He looks like he wants to chew me out or even scream at me, but I don't let him.

I grab a bottle of lube and squirt it on his dick. Squelching sounds reach my ears as I work the lube into his shaft, coating the tip. He's thick as fuck, even bigger than Sparrow's dildo.

Tonight's the night I conquer my fear of anal sex. I was a victim in the warehouse, but not here. Now, I'm in control. I'm the one who decides whether I want something in my ass.

Not my clients.

Not Jack.

Not the Diavolo brothers.

If I want to tap out, I can at any time.

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