Chapter Two
Ayla is unpacking her belongings, so I have a moment to speak with Reid about her. I knock on his office door before throwing it open. “Hey, man,” Reid says with a chipper smile.
“Asshole, you know brats are my weakness,” I grumble.
“She’s a sweet girl,” Reid laughs. “You’re going to have your hands full with her, though.”
“I’m not even supposed to be placed with anyone, Reid. I’m the owner. I should be… I don’t know… Running shit?”
“Or maybe… Just maybe… You can relax and help this girl,” Reid says. “Plus… I think you two will do amazingly together.”
“Don’t even tell me why,” I say. “I’ve never wanted to get a woman off so badly before. When I spanked her, she kept wiggling and rubbing against my cock.”
“Tough luck,” Reid laughs. “How slow will you take things?”
“At this rate, not slow at all,” I say. “Slowly easing into things might cause her to get impatient or bored. If that happens, she will lose focus and get herself in trouble.”
“Yes, but she needs to learn how to handle that,” Reid counters.
“Not on day one. I need to meet her where she is, and right now, that is moving exceptionally fast. I have to gently slow her down, or she will crash.”
“She is honestly on the line of not being stable,” Reid says. “But she is not a danger to herself. She just had her childhood stolen from her, so now she struggles with self-awareness.”
“It happens,” I say. “I think I will test her ability to follow commands first. She will be fairly well-behaved for a while, but I want to get her past that and make her comfortable. Once she is comfortable with me, she will show more of those defiant behaviors.”
“Push her to the point that she calls her safeword,” Reid suggests. “Find her limit, and then praise the shit out of her for speaking up.”
“And if she doesn’t?” I ask.
“She will. Trust me… She has never had a problem speaking up for herself,” Reid says.
After chatting for a few more minutes, I go down to my office and send a few emails before going to my room and standing in the doorway to watch Ayla unpack.
She doesn’t notice me as she is lost in thought. She is so effortlessly gorgeous, and it makes my cock ache to be inside her. Based on everything I saw, she is hypersexual. There is nothing wrong with feeding that, but I have to ensure that I am feeding it for her benefit, too, not just mine.
When she finally notices me, she frowns. “Undress,” I say simply. “Lay your clothing on the bed and go to your knees.”
“What? Why?” she asks. I don’t answer, so she stays staring at me for a few seconds before she huffs and pulls her shirt off. Next goes her pants before her bra, then her panties. She brings herself down to her knees, and her body is trembling as I approach her.
“Good girl,” I praise, lifting her chin. “You look so pretty on your knees for me, Ayla.”
“Thank you,” she says softly. Her eyes flick down to my cock, and she licks her lips when I put my hand on my belt. I pull back, and sadness flashes in her eyes for just a fraction of a second.
“Go on, pretty girl,” I encourage. “Show me what you need.”
Ayla hesitates, but then unbuckles my belt. Her soft hands slowly work my pants and boxers down before her eyes go wide at the size of my cock.
“Oh, God,” she whispers.
I open my mouth to say something, but it slips away when she grabs the base of my cock and takes me to the back of her throat to suck hard.
“Fuck!” I hiss. This girl doesn’t have a gag reflex, and it’s intoxicating.
She bobs her head on and off my cock as she sucks and strokes what her mouth can’t take.
I gently gather her hair with one hand and cup her face with my other. “Fuck, Ayla. You are such a good girl. You like sucking my cock?”
Ayla groans around my cock and nods. I rock my hips, and it allows her to stay still and take me.
Her thighs are pressed together, and she is squirming.
I decide to step back and sit on her bed.
She promptly moves closer and puts her hands on my hips to lean over me and swallow my cock.
This time, I let her have the control she is seeking.
I gently stroke her hair as she sucks my cock, and I notice right away how she is positioned straddling my leg.
I bring my knee up just ever so slightly, and she moans around my cock as she rocks her hips forward to grind her pussy against me.
“Oh, my sweet girl. You take me so well,” I groan. “Look at how desperate you are, Ayla. Rock your hips and take what you need.”
Ayla continues to rock her hips and rub her pussy on me, making her thighs tremble. I know she is making direct contact with her clit as she starts sucking me harder and quickening her hips.
“Fuck,” I groan, still gently stroking her hair.
I want nothing more than to hold her down and fuck all the trauma out of her pretty little body, but I have to let her see that she can trust me.
Letting her top like this allows her to find stability on her terms. She absolutely has a daddy kink, but I also know that will trigger her.
Getting her to see that it has absolutely nothing to do with her piece of shit father and that it is a desire to feel protected is what will be the biggest challenge.
One day, it will slip, and she will call me Daddy.
That is the day she will spiral. I just have to make sure she knows that spiraling doesn’t have to be deadly anymore.
She can spiral and pick herself up again, all while remaining submissive.
“There ya go, Ayla. Don’t stop,” I moan as the pleasure has reached an explosive point. She is moaning, and her body is trembling as she moves. Right as her thighs tighten, I pull her head down to push my cock to the back of her throat. She automatically sucks hard, and we come together.
Before she can realize what she has done, I grab her and pull her up to my lap. Her eyes are wide as she realizes that she just got herself off on my leg, but I don’t let her sit in that realization alone.
“That was fucking amazing, Ayla. I am so proud of you,” I praise her. “You did so well taking care of us. Did it feel good?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Good,” I say, holding her face and gently kissing her. When I pull back, she looks over me for a moment before bursting into laughter.