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After The Party

Bound By Daddy

By Marie RossPublished 3 years ago 10 min read
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Drew sat slumped in his leather wingback chair staring into the roaring fire. His dress shirt was open halfway down his chest, and a glass of scotch in one hand. The only other light was the green glow from the tiffany lamp on his desk. Watching the dancing flames, he thought back on the evening’s events.

The party had been a dull work function that he had been required to attend. He was talking with the host of the night when she had walked in. She was short even in her four-inch heels with her blonde hair piled atop her head, and her black cocktail dress hugged her curves. The top pushed her tits up and together making a man dream of his mouth and hands worshiping them for hours, and the hem of the skirt stopped several inches above mid-thigh, making one wonder what was underneath.

“Daddy dinner is almost ready.” The young woman said coming up to the man he was talking to.

“Thank you honey.” The host said, swinging an arm around her shoulders.

“Oh, Drew, this is my daughter Abby.” He smiled down at her.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Abby said holding out a hand.

“Nice to meet you too.” Drew said shaking her hand.

“Would you like to accompany me to the dining room?” She asked.

“Of course.” Drew smiled tucking her arm through his as she stepped away from her father.

“It looked as if my father was boring you senseless with one of his stories.” Abby said as they moved through the hall with the rest of the dinner party fallowing slowly.

“It was all business, and politics.” Drew chuckled.

“Par for the course at these things.” He said pulling out a chair at the table for her.

“Dull dinner parties talking of stocks and bonds, and current events of the world.” She rolled her eyes as she sat.

“So, stocks and bonds don’t do it for you.” He commented as he took the seat next to her.

“Depends on the type of bonds.” She said placing a hand on his thigh.

“Oh really.” He raised an eyebrow at that wondering.

“Really.” She smiled a teasing smile as a server poured wine into their glasses.

From there they sailed through dinner sharing small talk with the people around the table, but her hand kept dropping to his thigh rubbing teasing strokes up and down slowly. When dinner was finished, they all moved back to the drawing room for brandy and fruit. As conversations continued Abby made her way from group to group, and Drew watched her as he socialized with the rest of the group. When the party began to break up, he took one of his business cards from his pocket, finding a pen he wrote his address and a quick note on the back. Replacing the pen, her made his way to the entryway.

“It was a pleasure to meet you, Abby.” He said taking her hand to kiss the back of it as he slipped his card in her palm.

“It was a pleasure meeting you as well.” She smiled up at him.

“Sirs thank you for a wonderful evening.” He shook his host’s hand, and with one last smile to Abby he left the house.

Drew shook himself from the memories, taking a sip of his drink when there was a knock on the den door.

“Enter.” He said sipping again.

“I’m sorry sir, but there is a young woman at the door asking for you.” His butler said when he entered the room.

Drew glanced at his watch. Midnight two hours after the dinner party had ended. Finishing his drink he stood, fallowing his butler to the front door.

“You work for my father, and live here?” Abby said staring at him with her hands on her hips.

“I don’t work for your father; I own a company that does business with your father.” He said staring at her.

“Oh.” She started twisting the strap of her purse in her hands.

Drew stood there staring at her, over the course of the night he had learned that she was twenty-two, and home on break from finishing her master’s degree. Also, that she was fun, and random, and able to keep up with several conversations at the same time. She also seemed to have a secret side that he would like to explore, but would she care about the age difference.

“And what brought you here so late?” He asked continuing to stare at her.

“You gave me your address.” She replied.

“It’s midnight.” He said.

“And we’re both still up.” She smiled at him.

Drew turned to look at his butler when the man cough discreetly in his hand.

“Would you be needing anything else sir?” He asked.

“No, you can retire for the night.” Drew said with a nod.

“Sir, miss.” The man gave a slight bow and left.

“Well, we’re alone now.” Abby said placing her purse on the side table.

“Yes, we are.” Drew said walking to her, combing his fingers through the hair that hung loose at her shoulder.

“And you’re okay with the age difference?” He asked staring into her eyes.

“Oh yes.” She sighed as his hand gripped her hair causing just a little pain.

“You like the pain don’t you little one?” Drew smiled as she shivered.

“Yes Daddy.” She breathed.

“Is that what I am to you little one?” He asked.

“Do you not like it?” She asked opening her eyes to stare.

Smiling down at her he slid his free hand over her hip to her low back. Pulling her so their hips ground together, and she could feel his growing erection as he leaned in to kiss and bit her throat before speaking.

“Does this answer your question little one?” He whispered in her ear.

“Yes Daddy.” She moaned reaching up to grip his hips.

Tightening his hold on her hair Drew groaned, biting down on her throat hard loving when she whimpered, and jerked against him. He was then pushing her back a little before he picked her up in his arms making her giggle as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and he carried her up the stairs. Stalking to the end of the hall he set her back on her feet.

“One rule little one, beyond this door I’m in control.” He said opening the door, and he waited for her to walk through it.

“Yes, Daddy.” She replied walking through the door.

“So just how do you like to be bound little one?” He asked shutting the door, watching her taking it all in.

“However, Daddy wants to bind me.” She teased running a hand along the spanking bench to the right of the door.

“Oh, a little bratty are you.” He commented.

“And what would Daddy do if I said yes?” She turned to face him crossing her arms over her chest drawing his eyes to her tits.

“Bratty little girls get punished.” He stated.

“They do?” She asked in a saucy tone.

“Oh yes, and you’ve been bratty since dinner little one.” He said walking to her.

“Have I been?” She asked innocently.

“Yes, now take off your clothes.” He commended.

“Yes Daddy.” She smirked removing her dress. Revealing that she wore nothing underneath.

“Good girl.” He praised stroking a finger down her cheek before kissing her forehead.

Next, he helped her onto the spanking bench petting her naked body as he circled it strapping her down. Stopping in front of her he slowly pulled his belt free watching her eyes go wide, and her breathing increase with desire.

“I believe twenty strikes with the belt is a good start, don’t you?” He asked folding his belt in half.

“Yes, Daddy.” She moaned as he stroked her side moving to her ass.

Drew smiled at her response petting her ass for his pleasure. Then placing his hand on her low back, he lifted the belt, snapping it swiftly down onto her ass closing his eyes in joy from the sounds from her and the snap of leather on soft skin. Opening his eyes he continued, nine blows and he was petting the redness loving the heat. Feeling his cock grow even harder he delivered the last ten quickly listening to her whimper. Soothing her once more when he stopped.

“Daddy…more.” She pleaded so sweetly.

“Are you being bratty still little one?” He asked stroking his fingers through her wet hot folds.

“No, Daddy.” She moaned.

“No?” He teased her clit ever so lightly.

“Just. Want. More.” She gasped out in pants.

“Who’s in control little one?” He asked striking her ass once more before dropping his belt.

“Daddy is.” She laughed as he gave her exactly what she wanted, then whimpered when she heard him unzip his pants.

“That’s right.” He said stroking the tip of his cock through her folds.

When he settled at her entrance, he gripped one of her reddened ass cheeks making her gasp from the pain, then taking a deep breath he thrust into her harder and deep. Groaning as her tight young pussy gripped him oh so tight, stroking up her back he gripped her hair. Pulling her head back with just a little bit of pain as he began to move. Fucking her nice and slow, taking his time so he could feel every gripping spasm of her core. When he felt his balls tighten, he spanked her flank once, then twice making her scream as she came hard gripping him even tighter, and he fallowed filling her full of his hot seed.

When he calmed Drew released her hair pulling out of her still clinched pussy on her whimpers of protest. Moving around he unstripped her. Lifting her into his arms he carried her to the bed. Laying down with her he held her as she drifted off to sleep. Shifting gently so as not to wake her Drew rose some time later. Putting his cock back in his pant he headed back to the den.

The fire was down to embers now, going by the green glow of the Tiffany lamp he poured another scotch. Settling once more into his wingback leather chair he stared into the embers. She was almost thirty years younger then he was, and he occasionally did business with her father. Sipping his drink, but he hadn’t felt like the in such a long time. Would they even get past just one night, shaking his head he laughed to himself. He was thinking ahead, and he knew he shouldn’t be.

“Daddy?” a soft question came from the door.

“I’m by the fire little one.” He said softly.

Reaching out he stroked her thigh when she stopped beside the chair, thinking his shirt had never looked so good. Setting his drink aside he pulled her onto the chair, so her legs were hanging over the armrests putting her pussy directly over his cock.

“Are you sorry it happened Daddy?” she asked with a worried look.

“No little one, I’m not.” He said unbuttoning the shirt.

Gripping and kneading her tits he leaned in to suckle at one, smiling against her skin as she reached up to grip his hair, holding him there. Stroking his hands over her thighs around her hips to grip her ass. Switching to the other tit as he ground her pussy down on his cock.

“Taking out Daddy’s cock little one.” He commanded licking up her throat.

Abby obeyed whimpering when he pulled her down to impale her on his cock stretching her legs oh so wide. He fucked her slowly listening to every whimper, gasp, and moan. When she shuttered in his arms as she came, he fallowed her into bliss filling her pussy again. Lifting her so she sat across his lap cuddled in his arms he stroked her thigh lifting his drink again to sip as he soothed her.

“Little one is going to need a good rub down if this continues.” He joked kissing the top of her head.

“I wouldn’t say no.” she replied giggling.

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Marie Ross

Marie Ross is a new author just starting out, living in Washington.

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