Then
I nervously signed the NDA; I never thought I’d ever have to sign one, let alone before having sex with someone. I gulped down another glass of champagne and sat on the bed as Michael took his time in the bathroom. I looked around the room—it was definitely a nice hotel, a place I’d never be able to afford. By the looks of Michael, he seemed to be unfazed by the cost of anything. I stood up and walked over to the window, eager to check out the view. We were high up, almost to the top floor, and I could see all around the East Village and the surrounding neighborhoods.
I jumped, startled, when Michael finally walked out of the bathroom. I quickly turned around, and he was slowly walking toward me, his clothing removed except for his boxer briefs, and he held rope in his hand. I grasped onto the window frame as I took him all in—his pictures did him absolutely no justice. I had never been with anyone remotely that attractive. I could tell by the look on his face that he knew what I was thinking.
“Take off your clothes, sweet girl,” he ordered gently, now only standing a couple of feet in front of me.
We hadn’t even kissed yet—he already wanted me to take my clothes off?
“I’m not going to ask again, Jackie. Take your clothes off. Now.”
A mixture of fear and arousal rose from deep within my chest. I shakily began to unbutton my jeans while simultaneously kicking off my Converse. I couldn’t look at him; he was too fucking hot for me to even think if I made eye contact with him.
“Look at me while you undress,” he demanded, his voice deep and gravelly, a stark contrast from where he started.
My eyes darted to his. I saw the desire in his eyes as his erection grew. I continued to pull off my shirt as my jeans fell to the floor; I was so glad I wore matching underwear.
“Your bra and underwear now.”
He waited as he slowly eyed me up and down.
I almost spoke to object, but I couldn’t form any words. I unhooked my bra and slipped down my underwear.
A smile arose on his face as he looked me up and down again.
“What a beautiful, soft body you have,” he praised, stopping at my eyes.
That was not a compliment I had ever received. What does a soft body mean?
“Thank you.” I felt my eyebrows twitch as I spoke, unsure of myself.
He started to walk around me, surveying my body. If any other man did that to me, I would have pushed him away and run out of the room. But there was something about him; not just his looks, but his dominance and the power he exuded.
“I’m going to tie this rope around your wrists behind your back. Do you consent?” he asked as he stood behind me.
I turned my head, my heart racing wildly. What the fuck have I gotten myself into? “Yes.”
Oh god, I’m gonna get murdered, aren’t I? I didn’t think I would even be mad if he murdered me—he was too good-looking.
My chest rose and fell quickly as he began to bind my wrists together.
“Your safe word is ‘red.’ You can use it when I’m doing something to you that you don’t want or like,” he explained.
My heart was racing. “Okay.” I nodded, although he was still behind me.
“And you will now refer to me as Daddy. Do you understand?”
“I—yes, Daddy.” Holy fuck, why is that turning me on so much? I hadn’t called anyone daddy except for my actual dad, and that hadn’t been in almost twenty years.
He chuckled softly. “You’re a quick learner, my sweet girl. Do you want to please Daddy?”
My breathing hitched. I somehow wanted that more than anything in the world.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He had finished tying my wrists together and stood in front of me. “Good. get on your knees.” His voice was so deep and God, that accent drove me insane.
I quickly dropped to my knees. I knew that whatever he told me to do, I’d do it.
He stared down at me and gently put his hand to my cheek.
“Beg for Daddy’s cock.”
The arousal I felt between my thighs as I stared up at him had me instantly begging.
“Please, Daddy. I want your cock,” my shaky voice let out.
His eyes set ablaze. “What a good girl.”
He pulled down his boxer briefs and let his hard cock spring free in my face. I instantly gasped—I only saw cocks like his in porn.
“Suck,” he ordered.
I opened my mouth wide and pressed my lips to the head of his cock. He pulled away quickly and shook his head.
“Eyes on me.”
I shifted my gaze to his and took him into my mouth, moans escaping my throat as I found a steady rhythm. He watched me as he took his hand behind my head, holding my hair.
He smiled down at me. “Just like that, baby.”
I had never been so proud of myself in my entire life. I was pleasing this beautiful man and his praise sent a chill down my spine.
He quickly pulled away and walked behind me, taking my bound hands and lifting me to my feet. He guided me to the desk in front of the bed and easily picked me up and sat me down on it.
“I’m going easy on you, baby. This is just a taste of what you’ll get.”
He pushed me onto my back on top of my bound wrists and lifted my hips in the air. His strong arms held on to the back of my thighs and he was suddenly inside of me. My whole body trembled as his cock pushed deeply in and out of me, every nerve in my pussy feeling like a ticking time bomb. I was on the verge of my orgasm when he stopped and pulled out of me.
“From now on, you need to ask permission to come,” he said before plunging himself back into me.
The build to my orgasm was quick as he continued and I knew my release was approaching.
“Please Daddy,” I moaned. “Can I come?”
“Yes, my sweet girl. Come all over Daddy’s cock.”
His words sent my pussy into a deep, pulsing wave of release, the moans coming out of my mouth sounding foreign to my ears. I had never felt an orgasm as intensely as this one and I chased another as I lifted my hips up and down.
He pulled out of me quickly. “Just one, baby. Now you need to take care of Daddy. If you’re good, I’ll make you come again.” He pulled me upright and I felt dizzy and high from his cock.
He stood me up then pushed me down onto the bed, face first, with my legs still dangling over the edge. His hands pulled my legs apart before he stuck a finger in my ass and I gasped with surprise.
“Has anyone been inside my sweet Jackie’s ass?” His hot breath was against my ear.
“No,” I breathed out.
There was a sudden slap to my ass that prompted a surprised scream from my throat.
“Try answering that again, baby girl,” he demanded.
“No—no, Daddy,” I corrected myself.
“Good,” he said, then I heard him spit before it ran down to my ass.
His cock was now at the tip of my asshole and I began to tremble. I was nervous about his size and the fact that I had never done anal before. He pushed himself into me quickly and deeply, the pain unbearable as he continued to plunge inside of me.
“Stop. Stop! Re—red, red, red,” I cried out. “Please! Stop!” He covered my mouth with one hand while the other began to rub my clit, his pounding never ceasing. The pain was still searing through me but my pussy started to tremble under his touch, an orgasm approaching. My cries turned into a loud moan of pleasure as I came and he started to grunt loudly as he slowed his hips. My crying returned as my orgasm slowed. I had never felt more violated or used before; I used my safe word and he quieted me, not giving a fuck. And it fucking hurt .
“Untie me. Please,” I sobbed, his cock still in my ass.
“Oh baby, why are you crying?” He pulled out of me and turned me over.
His eyes were staring down at me while he hovered over me.
“I told you to stop,” I said between hitched breaths.
He smiled and kissed my cheek atop the tears flowing down. “Baby girl, you’re all mine now. You don’t get a say in this.”
I looked up at him with fear consuming me. I wanted to scream and kick at him. I wanted to yell for help. But I didn’t do any of those things.
“I’m yours?” I whispered.
He grinned triumphantly. “Yes, baby. Come on, let me run you a bath.”
He lifted me up and began to remove the rope from my wrists. I almost thought I made it all up in my head, that I hadn’t just been crying and begging for him to stop. It was as if that had all disappeared once he told me I was his.
He turned me around and gently took my face in his hands. “If you continue to submit yourself to me, without misbehaving, I will always make you feel good and you will always be mine.”
I closed my eyes and leaned my cheek into his hand.
“Yes, Daddy.”