I walked around the house, wearing sexy purple lingerie. His eyes caught mine, his smile deep. My four-inch heels sounded loudly against the hardwood floors. I took every chance possible to walk by his study, my heels clicking louder to let him know I was walking by. I didn't care how long this took me; if I had to do it every day, I was determined to have his cock inside me.

"Belle," his voice was loud, summoning me to him. I took my time, swaying my hips as I walked into the study. He was standing up, his hands in his pockets, his shirt half buttoned. His sleeves were rolled up, showing the cords of muscles. His purple pinstriped shirt strained against him, hugging his thick body. I tensed up, the air thick as we gazed at each other.

The air conditioner kicked on, a cold blast of air making my nipples hard pebbles. "Kneel in front of me," his order rang out, loud and clear. A smile appeared on my face, finally, my body said. My knees touched the cold floor, the hairs along my neck standing up. He moved away from me, his bare feet barely making a sound.

"My rules, Belle. If you don't follow them, I stop, and it is over." My tongue jutted out, moistening my dry lips. "If I give you an order, don't hesitate, don't backtalk, and don't say anything to me. The only words I ever want to hear are 'yes, Daddy.' Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Daddy." The words hit my core, my wetness making itself known.

"I can already smell you, Belle," he said somewhere in the distance, behind me. He wasn't wrong; my smell penetrated my nostrils.

His feet came into view, his body right there. "Take my cock out and suck it." His demand was met with no resistance, my hands having no trouble pulling him out. Once it sprang free, my eyes took in the massive cock near my mouth. He was bigger than Carlos, in both size and girth. He took a step closer to me, his hands pulling my face to him.

I opened up, feeling his presence taking over me. He kept going, his cock gagging me as he pushed my nose flush against him. I was having trouble breathing, my gagging nearly choking me, before he let up. My tongue circled his cockhead, tasting his scent and flavor. He pushed his cock back in, hitting my cheek and then slapping it. I held still, letting him repeat the process until he was ready to gag me again, which he did, his whole cock down my throat. My father repeated the process, taking his time, teasing me, and testing me. He watched my mouth and watched how I took his cock. When he pulled back, I brought my hands up, wanting to take hold of his shaft.

"No touching, Belle. This isn't about you." I swallowed a mix of fear and saliva. My father took my head, holding it steady, and face-fucked me. His thrusts were hard and rough, his acts stretching my throat to higher depths. Then he stopped. He went back to slapping my cheek, his cock pushing hard on it. He was taking his time, taking what he wanted, and giving nothing back. He was using me for his enjoyment.

"Make Daddy cum in your mouth, and I will give you a break." He chuckled, pushing his cock back down my throat. My nose was at his stomach, my gagging loud. He pulled out, leaving just the tip in before slamming back into my mouth. He kept it up, his cock almost coming out before being forced down. I took it, took everything he gave me with a smile.

"That's a good slut. Drink my seed, my filthy whore." His thrusts punctuated each word as his seed spilled in me. I drank it all, and when he pulled out, I opened my mouth, his cum still in there, before drinking every last drop.

He sat back into his chair, his cock hanging out of his pants. He was limp but an impressive size. His eyes raked me over, his smile telling me I did good.

"You want to cum?" His question is also a statement.

"Yes, Daddy," not begging, but asking him to take care of me.

"Stand up." I did, my body on full display, only shrouded in my skimpy lingerie. "Bend over the desk, ass in the air." My excitement sent shivers along my body as I hurriedly did as instructed. He stood up, opened a drawer, and removed a couple of objects. He palmed them, keeping them unknown to me.

At my back, his fingers traced down my ass crack, touching my folds and sending me into shock. I shuddered and jumped; it was the feeling I was longing for.

"Stay still or I won't let you," his tone clear. A tube was opened, and coldness hit my ass and ran down my legs. His fingers rubbed it in, his finger rimming my ass.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned. He put more lube on me, inserting a round object into my ass, then another, then another. In total, I counted five round things enter me. Then he pushed a vibrator deep inside of me. Taking my arm, he pushed me down on the chair, handcuffing each leg and wrist to the chair.

I smiled as I watched him, waiting for his hands, his mouth, or anything of him to touch me. But he didn't. Instead, he walked back to his chair, stripping his clothes off and leaving his boxers on. Then, he sat staring at me.

The vibrator buzzed, making my back arch. It was a slow speed, the tip of it making circular motions inside me.

"I've got some business to discuss. Make sure your mouth stays shut, or I will shut it up." My father picked up his phone, made a few taps, and set it back down. A voice came over the phone, the two men talking business. His hands reached out, pushing a button on a remote, and the vibrator sped up.

"Oh, shit," I cried out.

"Silence," he barked at me. But he made the toy go faster, jerking inside me. I clamped my mouth down, trying too hard to keep silent. But I couldn't. My orgasm came, hard and long, my cries louder than his voice. The two men were silent, my father's eyes turning dark. He slowed it down, not a lot, but just a bit. The intensity was still strong.

I was peaking on another orgasm, this one stronger than the last. I yelled out, my body bucking against my restraints. The phone was gone; he turned it all the way up and stood over me. My orgasms started running back-to-back, one into another. It was nonstop.

"You wanted to cum, so I'm allowing it." My tears were splattering on my legs, my body a soggy mess.

"Stop, please," I begged. My eyes pleaded with him, wanting and needing a break. He turned off the toy and pushed my head down.

"Look at the mess you made on my chair," his gruff voice laced with more. He held his cock in his hands, its massive size eyeing me, daring me to take it again. And when the tip touched my lips, I opened automatically. His hands were hard, framing my face as he forced my throat to open more.

I sucked him hard, my saliva mixing with his pre-cum, wetting my sore throat. When he emptied his balls again in my mouth, I swallowed it, begging for it to coat my throat. He pulled out, the suction making a pop sound as his cock lay spent along his leg.

Walking towards his liquor cabinet, I could hear the glasses hit, the sound of liquid sloshing in a glass, and then his light steps approaching. He put the glass to my lips, forcing my head back, the liquid flowing in my mouth. I drank it, the burning alcohol lighting a fire in the pit of my stomach. A bottle was held up to me next, and I drank thirstily.

He took the bottle away, his glass at his lips, swallowing the amber liquid down. Then he left. I lost track of time, minutes feeling like hours. After a while, the toy started moving, again circling inside of me. I groaned. I tried moving my body, tried moving my body away from the toy. Nothing worked; instead, it forced another orgasm out of me.

I knew he could hear my cries wherever he was, and when the intensity peaked higher, I knew it to be truly true. Another orgasm was brought on, and then another. I couldn't scream out anymore; my mouth went dry, my tears and sweat creating a mess of me.

He came back in, turning the toy off again. He didn't speak; instead, he stood near me, his body sat along his desk. He had a bowl, the smell of fruit penetrating my senses. He fed me grapes, strawberries, and pineapple. I ate as I hadn't eaten in weeks. Multiple orgasms made me hungry.

He unlocked me when the fruit was gone, helping me to my feet. He tore off my lingerie, leaving me there totally naked. I didn't cover myself being proud of my body. He walked me out of the room, up the steps, and into his room.

I had never ventured here, leaving this the one place I gave him without me. It was much like mine, except for the sex benches and swings. I looked around, noticing everything was a display, even how the cameras were set up.

"I like to record fucking girls. It gives me something to look at when I kick them out." His voice pierced me, bringing my attention to him. "I like watching me beat them, making them suck my cock over and over again. Diving into their ass and listening to their screams as I make them mine."

He was reading my mind, boring deep inside my thoughts. He led me to a bench, lying me over it before tying me to the legs. My arms and legs were immobile. The tie around my waist held me firmly to the wooden bench.

"I'm going to record us, record me fucking you hard, taking a crop to your ass, and then taking your ass. All you need to say is "yes, Daddy." His voice sounded further away, but I couldn't track where he was. The carpeted floors hid his steps, making the room extremely quiet.

"This is called a crop." His voice startled me. "It hurts, but it's my favorite. Next time I will try a cane. I really want to see your ass on fire. For now, let's see how long it takes for you to drip your cream."

The swoosh was instant, and so was the pain.

"Ahhhh, fuck." I screamed out, fighting against my restraints. He hit me again, this time on the other cheek. "NO!" I screamed, but he didn't stop. He peppered my ass, raining blow after blow. I couldn't count them, but after a few minutes he stopped.

I was no longer screaming; instead, I sobbed. "You took twelve beautifully. Your ass is so red, Belle, it's amazing." His lips touched me, making me hiss. His kiss touched every inch, soft and wet.

"How do you feel?" He asked when his lips left my ass.

"Good," I said truthfully. The pain was gone, replaced with a savage need.

"I'm going to give you ten more. As punishment for teasing me." I only nodded. The first hit got me below my ass, part of the crop hitting my feverish and swollen lips. He hit the same spot again and again. All ten blows hit my clit, bringing an orgasm so powerful, I cried instead of riding it.

"Your pussy is sore, isn't it, slut?"

"Yes, Daddy," I cried.

"Maybe this will teach you to stop teasing grown men." His hands cupped my hips, his thick cock pushing into me.

"Fuck, you feel so tight for a filthy slut," he groaned out. "So fucking tight." He worked his cock all the way in me, a slow and painful process. My wetness helped guide him, but his size made it harder to take him.

He held my hair in his fist, pulling my head back as he pulled out slowly, then reentered me just as slowly. He took his time, using my cunt as his play toy.

"You like your daddy's cock?"

"Yes, Daddy," my voice was quiet and dry.

"You like how Daddy is making you his?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Do you want your daddy to fuck you hard?"

"Yes, Daddy," I swallowed the lie, my body tense, waiting for him. It was half a second when he pulled my hair harder and rammed into me. His body slammed into my ass, his big balls hitting my clit with force. I could feel his pleasure, his excitement. It riveted through him and into me. He punished me, taking my body as he deemed. He pounded me, harder and deeper. I could feel his cock swell, knowing he was on the verge.

But he surprised me, pulling out and slamming into my mouth. His hand controlled my head, tightening his hold on me. He pumped twice, then his seed jutted in my mouth. He held my face flush to his stomach, his balls slapping my chin. He grunted, making sure I got every drop.

"You don't deserve my seed yet. When you prove to be a good slut, then I will pour it into your pussy," he said, languidly removing himself from my mouth. His hands untied me, and then he carried me to his bed.

"Sleep, slut, and then we can have another round." His laughter was the last thing I heard before sleep took me under.