“Oh my god, Lia, he is literally old enough to be your dad!” River, my bestest friend and the knower of all my slutty sex-capades, gaped at the dating profile I was showing her.
I grinned at her in the mirror, watching as she expertly pulled my hair into a loose fishtail braid. Why learn how to do your own hair when your bestie is on her way to being the best hair stylist in history? She is the only person who has ever been able to get my fake blonde the exact shade of honey I had always dreamed about.
“Mhm,” I hummed.
She gave me the “you’re-a-depraved-slut” look, laughing out a scoff as her hands worked. “You’re insane,” she nodded at the photo of him, wearing a uniform that told us exactly what he did for a living. “What if Mr. Military is some murderer? Or a psychotic sex addict?” She pressed.
“Well, one, that’s why I’ve already texted you Mr. Military’s information.” A girl’s gotta stay safe out there… “And, well, I am kind of hoping for the second thing, to be honest...” I laughed as she shook her head with a smirk and eye roll.
River sighed, tying the last of my hair together. “I don’t get why you want me to do your hair if you’re just going to his place to get railed.” She held up a hand mirror to show me her masterpiece.
I hopped up from the chair, tucking the braid over one of my shoulders. “For him to use and make a mess of, of course…”
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I won’t lie. I lost some of my nerve as I pulled up to Mr. Military’s house. He lived in a neighborhood fancier than I was used to, despite living fairly privileged my whole life.
The house … well, let's just say if you loved the ocean, this is the house for you. The backyard was literally the ocean. As I walked to the front door, I couldn’t help but feel nauseated. I was not an Ocean girl. There are sharks in there, okay?
Before I could even touch the doorbell, he opened the door to greet me.
While he was old enough to be my father, like River had joked, he didn’t look it. He filled out the dress pants and knit sweater in a way that screamed I work out. The cream coloured sweater complemented the tawny warmth of his skin. There was a little bit of salt to the pepper of his hair and a warm, firm set in his deep brown eyes. Plus, the smell of his cologne, mixing with the delicious aroma of whatever he was cooking for us, all of it had my stomach tightening immediately.
His presence screamed sex.
God, I ready to fuck him right then. Nerve recollected, I thought.
“Good evening, Aurelia.” Oh wow, say my name again… “You look stunning.” He complimented. Letting his eyes run up and down my body as I stepped past him into the entryway.
It set my body on fire, feeling his gaze all over me. Of course, I’d purposefully picked the tight leather skirt, tight cream sweater, soft black tights, and knee-high boots, along with a boxy wool coat. Casual yet dressed up - sexy yet low-key.
“Thank you,” I laughed softly, feeling the flush on my face as he reached out to help take off the jacket. “We match…” I acknowledged, albeit a little bit awkwardly.
A gentle smirk played on the edges of his mouth as he hung my coat. “We do.”
With that, I didn’t know where to steer the conversation. Immediately feeling my age - barely eighteen - with a man I probably had no business being alone with like this.
“You can keep the boots on, or remove them, whatever you prefer.” He stepped past me and nodded down the hall. “Dinner’s this way.”
I swallowed hard, taking note of the socks on his feet. “I’ll catch up,” I told him. He nodded and moved down the hall, leaving me to take off my boots.
Also giving me a chance to get my shit together. You wanted this, you literally started talking to all these old guys because you are over fucking shitty guys your own age. Plus, you wanted to try out new things, and he’s told you a few new things he wants to teach you…. My thoughts spiraled as I unzipped and placed the boots neatly on the mat.
I followed the smell and sounds of soft music, finding Mr. Military setting portions of the delicious-smelling food on our plates. Soft lighting lit the room. The candles burning slowly on the table set a sensual vibe. Wine glasses, water glasses, and tableware fancier than I’d ever eaten from were placed across from one another on the smaller square table just off the kitchen. Further past, in a semi-separate room, I could see a master dining table. Not an appropriate space for a two-person dinner.
He held my chair open for me and gestured for me to sit, then poured a small amount of a deep red wine into the glass. “Do you like wine?” He asked, moving over to his seat and pouring himself some as well.
I let out an awkward laugh, “Well, I’ve only really tried it a few times. Toasts at weddings, uh, and my dad let me have some one time.” I technically wasn't allowed to drink, not until my next birthday, not legally at least.
He smiled, “Well, it's just a compliment for the meal. You don’t have to drink it.”
“Yeah,” I laughed, “I can’t lie, I think it tastes pretty disgusting,” I admitted.
He smiled, “I understand. It wasn’t until I was in my thirties that I had a taste for it.”
The dinner conversation continued that way: smooth, easy, comfortable. He was an excellent conversationalist. None of the guys my age could keep a conversation going without me leading with all the questions. It was so nice not to have to constantly think and just speak so ordinarily without trying so hard to keep things out of awkward territory.
When it came time to clean up, I made him step aside as I loaded things into the dishwasher and washed the few hand-wash-only items. I told him it was rude to make the cook do the cleanup. He raised his brows at that, but relented and leaned against the counter as I washed and set the dishes to dry.
He stepped away to grab a hand towel as I finished washing my hands. Coming up and pressing into me from behind as he reached around to help me dry my hands..
God, he was so, so warm, it made me shiver.
His arms came around my shoulders as he dried my hands, and I was very aware of the foot difference between our heights as my head rested at the highest point of his chest, at the base of his neck. He had me pressed into the counter just enough that I was hotly aware of his cock pressing through his pants into my back. I swallowed hard. He’d said how big he was in our messages. But I could tell he was going to be bigger than I was used to.
With my hands dried, he placed the towel on the edge of the sink, and his hands moved to my hips as he pressed his nose to my neck. He inhaled slowly, then placed a hot kiss in the same spot. I shivered again and pressed myself into him harder.
“You smell incredible, Aurelia.” He hummed, moving to the opposite side of my neck and repeating himself.
“Yeah,” I murmured a breathy sigh, “You do too.”
He moved back enough to use my hips and spin me around to face him. His pelvis pinned me by the stomach to the counter as one of his hands moved to my chin, forcing me to tilt my head up so my eyes met his. The proximity was so ruthless it took my breath away.
He slowly lowered his mouth to mine, and I happily… almost greedily accepted it.
With the acceptance, he pressed into me harder, hands going around me tightly as my own went up to tangle in his hair. We couldn’t get close enough. God, he tasted amazing. I didn’t even care that I could taste a hint of our dinner and wine left on his tongue. I just wanted more - more - more…
I broke away with a gasp of breath, and he moved his mouth to feast on my neck. I let out a soft moan and felt my legs tremble. Fuck. I wanted him inside me so badly. I grabbed his face and forced his mouth back to mine. Both of us devoured each other. The taste of his tongue was like a drug, I needed more - more - more…
When I broke away to breathe again, I begged him for “More.”
A low growl came from his throat as his large hands picked me up by the ass and sat me on the edge of the counter. Forcing my legs apart and my skirt along with it. The hem of it squeezing tightly against the thickest part of my thighs.
He pulled away, giving me a strong look. I felt myself getting wetter each second.
“I’m going to fuck you hard,” He said matter-of-factly. My breath caught with anticipation. “If you want me to slow down, you say yellow. If you want me to stop, you say red. Do you understand?”
I swallowed hard, reaching for the hem of his sweater. “Yes.” I breathed, pushing up the hem.
He grabbed my wrist, stopping me. “Remember what we discussed.” He growled.
He was referring to our texts when he’d told me he required absolute dominance in the bedroom. When he explained how he liked things stricter, rougher, possibly more intense than I would ever be able to handle. That he would need me to fully submit to him. I was to let him call the shots, but understand that he will also ensure my pleasure equaled his own.
Part of what he expected was for me to do nothing unless he explicitly directed me to. Grabbing his shirt - wanting him to strip for me, well, it broke that rule. He would strip when he was ready. I had to wait.
“S-sorry.” I sputtered, feeling myself go red. “I just - I didn’t realize that…” I didn’t know how to finish that sentence.
A softness spread across his face. “Fuck, you’re so young.” He murmured as he kissed me again, but softer this time.
“I will tell you what to do, Aurelia.” He murmured, reaching for the hem of my sweater as he released my hands. I lifted my arms, complying with the wordless request, allowing him to remove my sweater. “You just need to obey. Unless you feel like we need to slow down or stop immediately. Then you will use your safe words, and I will act accordingly.”
“Okay,” I murmured.
His hands found the hem of my skirt, and he nodded to my arms. “Lean back and lift up your ass for me.”
I did as I was told, putting my weight on my hands behind me and pushing up my hips so he could remove the skirt. But instead of taking it off, he pushed it up my hips and left it bunched at the smallest part of my waist.
He pushed my legs farther apart, forcing me to drop my ass back on the counter, then his fingers gripped the center fabric of my pantyhose - and he ripped the center of them open. I couldn’t help but gasp in shock, eyes wide and heart thumping as he met my eyes.
“I’ll replace them for you,” He assured me as he smiled at my naked pussy. “Are you against underwear?” He asked with a smug tilt on his lips.
“I - they’re lined… and I didn’t want underwear lines…” I sputtered a reply as my chest flushed scarlet.
His finger slid through my pussy lips, and a stringy line of my wetness followed as he pulled his finger to his mouth. As he sucked my wetness off his finger, my clit throbbed.
“Delicious,” he growled.
Finally, he pulled off his own sweater. Revealing his bare, slightly hairy, and toned chest. A strong V pointed down under the waistline of his pants. I couldn’t look anywhere else as he opened his pants. Letting his fully erect cock pop out as he let the pants fall to the floor and kicked them to the side.
I couldn’t help but giggle, “Are you against underwear?” I teased, biting my lower lip and flicking my eyes up to meet his gaze.
He let out a throaty chuckle as he grabbed my hips and dragged me to the edge of the counter. Moving one of my legs to rest on his chest, as he gripped the back of my knee on the opposite one. Then he grabbed his cock with his free hand, gripping it as he rubbed it up and down my slit. I couldn’t help but let out a small moan, biting down harder on my lip as he teased me. My ropey wetness clung to the tip of his cock, pulling up in sticky strands each time he slapped my clit with it. Each bang sent shock waves through my entire body.
“Please,” I begged, arching my pelvis for him.
“Please, what?” He demanded, hitting my clit with his member again.
My head fell back with a groan. “Please… please, I need you inside me,” I begged, tilting my chin down again - my eyes burning into his.
He shoved his cock into me.
Completely.
Fully bottoming out.
Pressing his pelvis so hard into me, I felt his balls slap my ass. A sharp gasp vibrated out of my lips. The shock of it caused me to shoot upwards, automatically reaching out for him. I clawed at his biceps to stabilize myself as he reached under my ass to adjust my angle.
“Fu-fuck!” I yelped and then groaned. “Where the fuck did it go?” Seriously… when I say he’s bigger than average, I mean other men would blush and cover themselves…
He pulled out all the way, meeting my stare with a devious smile in his eyes. Then he slammed into me again, just as hard. He repeated that. Over, and over. Each and every thrust pulled an involuntary whimper or yelp out of me. Mostly because each time he reached the farthest point inside me, he hit my cervix.
The pain was instant. Sharp. Intense.
It felt fucking amazing.
I let out a groan after several of these thrusts, “UGH, that hurts so fucking good.” My eyes rolled back as the pressure began building up inside me.
“I bet it does, you little slut.” He let out a dark laugh. “Begging me to fuck you and you’re barely eighteen.”
I felt my own deviant smirk spread across my lips, and I gazed up at him. “Yeah, well,” I breathed out between gasps. “You like this teenage pussy. Mr. rock-hard for an eighteen-year-old.”
He pulled out of me immediately, the look of firm fury on his face sending a cold rush through me as he all but ripped me off the counter. Only to basically throw me back onto it, but this time on my chest. The lower half of my body was left to dangle off the edge. I yelped as he shoved himself back into my dripping wet pussy.
“Holy fuck!” I screamed. Whatever spot he was hitting deep inside me sent electric shocks through my entire body. “Oh my fucking god.” I groaned.
One of his hands went across my stomach, the other gripped my braid, and he pulled hard. Forcing the arch of my back to an impossible angle. The angle of the thrusts made me feel like his cock was going to poke through my belly button. I whimpered and he just laughed, moving his hand to my neck and bringing my back against his chest.
“You are mine to tease,” He snarled, biting my earlobe, causing me to whimper even louder. “Don’t you ever tease me again. You will be punished.”
Oh my fucking god… My thoughts were a fuzzy mess. I couldn’t focus on anything but the building demand for release and how every inch of him felt against and inside me. He was so rough. So relentless. I’m never going to want anything else…
“What do you want?” He demanded.
“I want to cum,” I whimpered.
“Yeah? You want to come on daddy’s cock?” He teased, trailing his tongue up my neck and biting my earlobe again.
“Yes, daddy,” I whined, the sparks were starting to go off inside me. “Please… I’m - I’m so fucking close.”
I swear I felt him smile as he kissed my neck. “Well, maybe next time you won’t tease daddy for trying to give you what you want.”
He let out an animalistic groan, forcing me forward onto the counter more as he climaxed. I felt his cock get so much fucking harder (how that was even possible, I had no idea). He kept slamming into me with each and every pulse of his cock as he dumped his cum against my cervix. His groans were ferocious, overpowering the screamy moans I let out alongside him.
When he finished, he pulled out and released me, causing me to stumble onto my feet. Gravity began to immediately pull his cum out of me, pooling onto the floor and trickling down my inner thighs.
I gripped the counter, panting, trying to get a grip on my breathing. My brain was on fire - the release it needed being so abruptly stolen like that..
Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck… I couldn’t think of anything else.
“You don’t get to cum, until I let you cum.” He spat the words as he spoke. “For that bratty comment, I’m going to make you wait.” He explained.
My legs were vibrating, my clit was throbbing, my head was still stuck in sex mode - craving release immediately. I’m pretty sure my only response came out as a whimper.
He grabbed my chin, lowering his face to mine. His breath was hot against my lips. “Do you understand, princess?”
I felt tears pricking at the edges of my eyes. I was so fucking overstimulated. My entire sensory processing system was screaming at me.
“Ye-yes.” I stammered through the violent shivers beginning to rattle through me.
“Good girl.” He praised, standing back and leaving me to shiver before him.
“Go and get yourself cleaned up in my bathroom.” He demanded, gesturing down the hall and waiting for me to follow his orders.
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Mr. Military left me to shower and freshen up in the bathroom attached to his master suite.
He put no deadline on the time I could spend there. Never interrupted me. Giving me the space I needed to process what just happened. I saw the deer-in-headlights look on my face in the mirror staring back at me, and I was grateful for the privacy.
Shower… you need to shower. I thought as I shivered, stripping out of the crumpled leather skirt still around my waist. Desperate for the heat of the shower.
When I stepped into the molten waters, carefully avoiding getting my braided hair wet, I couldn’t help but let out a satisfied sigh. Shiver after shiver reverberated through my entire body as it absorbed the heat.
Once the shivering subsided. My mind began to clear, and my thoughts raced.
We had talked about it… his need for rough sex. I knew what I was walking into.
I mean, I spent the last week or so constantly thinking about the crazy sex we would have. Obsessing over every single fantasy situation I wanted us to play out in real life. But the reality was startling; the actual sex was immediately so much more intoxicating than I was expecting.
Every second he left me alone, I craved him inside me more. My head was as fuzzy as the one time I gave myself a concussion while skiing. Foggy, unable to focus on more than a single thought.
I need more of him.
The thought throbbed in time with the beat of my heart, so loudly I swear I could hear my own pulse.
It was torture. Reliving it as I washed and dried my body. The craving for him to be back inside of me was all-consuming.
Every single one of his thrusts repeated in my mind. How each one felt, the pain followed by immediate ecstasy. I felt the heat of his mouth on my skin. The smell of him around me as he came inside me so hard I felt the pulse of his cum shooting inside me. Ugh, he’s going to ruin me…
Finally, once I was dry, lotioned, and breathing semi-normally with a clearer head, I stepped out of the bathroom and into his bedroom again. Knowing I would do anything he wanted - likely without many limits. Needing him so desperately, I knew I would be broken if he refused to touch me - if he extended out my punishment further.
He sat nude on the end of his bed. Rock hard. Muscles tense. Eyes burning into mine as I walked over to him. I sensed a slight hesitation in him. As if he had been worried I was thinking of fleeing. Not knowing how I was actually needing more of him.
“I’m okay,” I whispered, stopping in front of him; he nodded.
Tentatively, I reached out to him.
He accepted my hand and reached for my leg, wordlessly telling me to straddle him. I maneuvered onto him, using my free hand to line his cock up with my pussy before sliding him all the way inside of me easily. I was still a soaking wet mess.
We both moaned into each other’s necks. He kissed mine and bent to suck on each of my nipples as I slowly ground on him.
“Did I hurt you?” He murmured.
I shook my head no. “It felt so good,” I whispered, tangling my fingers in his black hair. “No one's ever… fucked me like that.”
He let out a low groan as he gripped my ass and stood up. Keeping himself inside me as he moved and laid me on the bed. His mattress was high enough that his pelvis was perfectly in line with where my pussy was. The perfect bed frame for his height.
“I thought I might have turned you off.” He admitted, a little sheepishly. The calm and polite man returned to him. Replacing the sex god that had taken over him when he bred me beforehand.
He thrusted, firmly but not with the madness like before. Moving my legs to his chest and holding onto them. Using the leverage to get deeper inside of me.
“No,” I moaned, “No, it felt so fucking good.”
“I’ll want to punish you.” He spoke low - evenly. Placing his fingers on my clit and working slow circles with expertly even pressure. “Any time you tease me - every time you disobey me.”
My hips flexed into his hand, and I let out one of those involuntary whimpers again. “I know.”
It was something we’d discussed. His kinks also included punishment. Something he even went so far as to explain as being near fetish level. Perfect since I gravitated towards being a petty brat. He had warned me he would punish any bratty behaviour. I wanted it. The intensity - the newness - the fear - the ecstasy.
“The way I plan to fuck you,” He growled, thrusting harder now. Increasing pressure and speed on my clit. “You won’t always like, or want.”
“Mmm, I want it.” I countered with a coo.
That wickedly masochistic look began taking over the glint in his eyes as he smiled slightly. “Tell me what you’ll do if you don’t.”
“Safe. words. I’ll. Use. Them.” I grunted as his thrusting increased.
Each thrust was harder than the one before, and the burning in my stomach increased. I whimpered every - single - time - he - bottomed - out. My head tipped back as my eyes rolled back, and the speed of his fingers on my clit increased.
I would need this forever. I don’t think I could ever go back to a casual quick fuck. I would fucking crave the way he was making my toes curl. How had he made me so intensely obsessed with him so immediately?
“Who do you belong to?” He growled, fucking me harder.
I whimpered, gripping my tits - the sheets - my tits again. Anything I could grab onto. “You daddy.”
“Who does your pussy belong to?”
“Ugh,” I moaned. “It's your pussy, daddy.”
“Who owns your pussy, baby?”
“You do, daddy,” I cried.
“Good girl.” He grunted. “Tell me what you need.”
“MMM, fuck.” I panted, tilting my chin back down to stare at him. “I need to fucking cum.”
“Beg m-”
“Please,” I begged, literally pouting at him as I cut him off. “Please, daddy, I need to cum. I’m right fucking there, please. Please…”
I felt his breathing change under my calves, oh, he’s close too… I immediately bit my lip and banished the thought of testing him about how he needed to cum just as badly as I did. I wasn’t going to ruin my own climax… not again.
Instead, I reached for him, the tips of my fingers brushing against the lower part of his abdomen. Then falling onto the hand he was massaging my clit with. Tentatively holding him in place as I moaned for him. Begging repeatedly for him to let me cum on him.
“Daddy, please,” I swear I was about to burst - teetering on the edge dangerously. But I wouldn’t cum without permission, knowing deep down I wouldn’t finish unless he told me to. As if it were a requirement. As if without his command, I would be unable to orgasm.
“Cum. Now.” He groaned, nostrils flaring as he spoke. “Cum for me, baby girl.”
I felt his cock get harder inside of me right as my pussy clamped down on him - I hit the wall immediately. Cumming so ruthlessly that my thoughts blacked out. My entire body was sparking as a fire burned through me. Forcing my body to shake and coil on him.
I screamed with the release.
I wasn’t able to form any cohesive words or thoughts. All I could do was whither on the mattress as he reached his own climax, joining me in my yelling as he bred me for the second time that night. My pussy was gripping and coaxing every single drop of sperm he had to offer me. Pulling it into the deepest parts inside me.
He fell forward on top of me, pressing all of his weight into me as he thrusted the last few drops of cum into me. I automatically wrapped my arms and legs around his body. Never wanting him to leave me.
I’d never cum like that with anyone else.
The come-down was excruciating and glorious. The fog of it all slowly evaporated out of my mind. Leaving me shivering and unable to hold onto him anymore. I was completely and totally spent.
Before, I’d never understood people who said they were too sore to walk after sex… I was pretty sure I was about to find out.
Mr. Military slowly moved off and out of me. Kissing me deeply before scooping me up. Moving me to the head of the bed. Shifting his bedding back and laying me down again before sliding the covers over my shaking body.
I started to protest as he went to the door, leaving me there alone. But he silenced me with a wave of his hand and promised to return quickly.
He returned moments later with water for both of us, along with a snack. Laughing at the surprise on my face as he told me to drink the water.
“You’re shivering and covered in sweat, darling.” He murmured as he slid under the covers, pulling me against his chest. “Eat. Drink.” He demanded.
I offered no complaints as I scarfed down the snack he brought. Drowning it down with the remaining water before flipping over to snuggle our naked bodies together. The tips of his fingers traced patterns into my back, and he pressed gentle kisses into my forehead.
Lying there, feeling the exhaustion hit me, pulling my eyelids closed, I knew that I would want him again. No, that I would need him. Forever, maybe.
This man - this terrifyingly sexy man who was old enough to be my father had immediately changed my brain chemistry forever in the span of a few hours.
As I drifted to sleep against him, feeling his breathing slow as sleep claimed him as well, I knew…
I would never want anything less.
