“Hey! Sweet cheeks. Hey, darling. Hey! I was talking to you, sexy.”

Kaysey heard him, but kept walking. When she felt a hand come down on her ass she stopped, but didn’t turn around. She gathered a breath, but let it out and kept walking, saying nothing. When she reached the bar in the bowling alley, she could hardly hear the sound of balls hitting the floor and then pins because the blood was pumping through her body so quickly and making her ears ring.

She did, however, hear the asshole who had grabbed her ass come up behind her again.

“Hey, I wasn’t done. I -”

After he cut off, Kaysey heard a soft thud and then another louder one. When she turned around, the guy was on the floor and another man stood over him, bending down and grabbing his shirt collar. The man who had hit her harasser did so a few more times in aggressive fashion that made Kaysey gasp, but she was unable to look away.

“You ever touch another woman like that and I’ll fucking kill you. Understand me?”

When the bloodied man didn’t respond. He was punched again, spraying even more blood onto the floor. Finally, he knew when he was beat and nodded. Dropping him, the man with blood on his fist only stood up to his full height.

Kaysey was also still standing from when she had jumped up and taken a step back from the violence that was occuring on her behalf. When she faced the man, she had to crane her neck slightly to see his face. He was rough, but beautiful and she found herself stammering.

“I…you…Oh my, God. That…wow.”

The man just stared at her and his face was hard, wearing a scowl. He wasn’t even breathing heavy, but that didn’t stop Kaysey from noticing his massive body including his barrel like chest and arms. She saw him clenching his fist, like he wasn’t quite done and they continued to just stare at each other.

“I get it, guy, but you know I need to call the cops, right?”

The man looked at the bartender who had spoken and nodded. “Call ‘em. I’ll be gone.” Now he looked at Kaysey. “You should leave, too.”

Kaysey opened her mouth to say something, but he just walked away. She watched him head not for the exit, but the bathroom.

As Ryan washed his hands, he was still fuming. He could never stand to see women harassed like that and especially not a young girl like that one who didn’t look a day over sixteen. He ripped the paper towel as he grabbed it and forced himself to calm down before he tried again. When he came out of the bathroom, he was stopped short by the pretty young thing he had just defended.

Kaysey bounced off his solid chest and looked at him with a sort of awe, even though she felt infinitely more composed by now. “Hi. Sorry. I know you need to go, but I wanted to say thank you.”

He looked her up and down and felt like the worst kind of scum. This girl who didn’t look old enough to vote had just essentially been sexually assaulted and here he was noticing how cute and curvy she was. At only five foot nothing, Kaysey wore her weight full and heavy in every part of her body, which made for not only voluptuous breasts and a great ass, but also Ryan’s favorite feature: thick, juicy thighs he wanted to bury his head between.

The only thing he could think was, “You didn’t say anything.”

“What?”

“That man, he put his hands on you and you didn’t even say anything.”

Kaysey shook her head to brush back her dark bangs and looked away for a moment before she came back to forward facing and met his eyes. “Yeah, well…I’m not as big and strong as you are.”

“So? You can still stand up for yourself.”

Her face hardened until her sour look almost rivaled his. “Look, the last time I stood up for myself…he punched me harder than you hit that guy. Maybe you can appreciate why I choose to walk away.”

Ryan didn’t say anything, but Kaysey saw him seething. When he spoke, his voice was strained. “Who hit you?”

Kaysey’s voice was laced with confusion. “Why?”

“Because if you tell me where he lives I might go find him tonight.”

She smiled and that nearly broke him. Her lovely round face showed deep dimples when she grinned and she looked sweeter than anything he had ever seen. Too sweet, he should not be talking to her, he should not even be looking at her.

Kaysey began, “It happened a long time ago. You don’t have to -”

“This isn’t something little girls should be involved in. You need to leave before the cops get here.”

Kaysey’s head snapped back. “Little girl? Buddy, I’m twenty-five.”

Ryan frowned. “Yeah, sure you are.”

Her face said she wanted to argue the point, but her mouth said curtly, “I just wanted to say thank you. So, thank you. Have a good night. I hope you don’t get arrested.”

Ryan watched her walk away and the sight of her ass on top of those delicious thighs made him groan and he felt his cock react as well. Even if she was twenty-five, she deserved something a lot better than him. He should just let her go, he had done enough. Girls like her for not for guys like him.

Kaysey pushed open the glass doors and started across the parking lot in a slight huff. Little girl, how dare he, she thought. Admittedly, while she was full figured, she was short, and her face was young looking, but still. When she hit the sidewalk she power walked down the block, muttering in her head about the nerve of that man who would defend her and then insult her. If he hadn’t been so damn sexy, she might have been really pissed. As it was, she was just mildly annoyed.

The bowling alley was well behind her and the business district was just giving way to residential homes when she heard him.

“You’re seriously twenty-five?”

She paused, turned around, and faced him with a slick smile. “Why do you care?”

Ryan caught up with her and walked by her side now, ignoring the question of her age and why he cared. “Where’s your car?”

“I don’t drive.”

“You shouldn’t walk home alone.”

“Listen, daddy, I can take care of myself.”

Ryan ignored how the word ‘daddy’ from her lips made his cock jump and said, “Really? Doesn’t seem like it.”

Kaysey stood in place and whirled to face him. “I said thank you for that. What more do you want from me?”

An excellent question, he told himself. He stared down at her hard and she met his gaze evenly. She could say she didn’t defend herself all she wanted, but she had a quiet strength that seeped from her demeanor. He asked, genuinely curious, “Why aren’t you afraid of me?”

Without missing a beat she responded, “You beat a stranger unconscious because he touched other stranger’s ass. I can’t imagine you would do that only to turn around and hurt me.”

He resisted the driving urge to reach out and touch her cheek, instead shoving his jeans hands in his pockets and said, “I don’t hurt women. I don’t like men who do.”

Kaysey smiled as if he pleased in a major way and then hesitated just a half second before she hooked a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down to eliminate the near foot of height difference. She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek and whispered against his skin, still holding him close, “What’s your name?”

“Ryan. You?”

“Kaysey.” She kissed his cheek again softly. “Ryan…thank you.”

He gave in to temptation and slipped a hand along her neck, but he only used that contact with her soft skin to guide her face away from his as he stood up straight. “You don’t have to keep saying that.”

Kaysey grinned like she had just won something and said as she started walking again, “You really walking me home, daddy?”

“You really twenty-five?”

“Yes. You wanna see my I.D.?”

Ryan chuckled and Kaysey turned to see his smile make its first appearance. It was beautiful, full and bright. Not to say he wasn’t gorgeous when he was scowling, but his smile made his face even lovelier. Finally he said, “No, I believe you.”

They walked several blocks in relative silence, only a few passing comments between them. When they reached a small, two story home with bright yellow siding and cornflower blue shutters, Kaysey stopped at the head of the walkway. “Home. Safe and sound, thanks to you.”

Ryan was just looking at the house. “You live with your parents.”

Kaysey sighed. “No, I bought this house. I live alone”

“What do you do?”

“I’m a kindergarten teacher.”

That fact made him belly laugh. “Of course you are.”

Kaysey grinned. “Why do you say that?”

“You’re an adorable little thing.” He paused to shrug. “I can’t imagine you doing anything else.”

Ryan noticed how she practically glowed after his compliment, but she quickly moved on. “And you? Let me guess…boxer?”

“Hockey player.”

“Oh…so basically the same thing, right?”

He laughed again and Kaysey had to take a deep breath to keep steady.

“Yeah, kinda, I guess. For me at least.”

Kaysey bit her lip and let his smile and laughter wash over her body. Damn, he was sexy and so very…present in the world. It was intoxicating just standing next to the man. She said softly, “You wanna come in? I have beer that I bought legally with my real I.D.”

This woman…she tempted him in ways he had never experienced and it was not good for him to be here. He look at the house, avoiding her wide brown eyes. “That’s a bad idea, Kaysey.”

“Why is that, daddy? Past my bedtime?”

He faced her now, his eyes dark with need and also barely managed restraint simmering under his skin. “Call me daddy one more time I’m gonna show you why.”

Kaysey’s laugh was laced with amusement and lust. “Okay, okay, you win.” She started walking backwards up the path towards her front door. “But just so you know, after you leave, I’m gonna get naked, get myself off about three…maybe four times until I get over how sexy you are. Hope your night is more exciting as mine. Bye, Ryan.”

She turned, put her key in the lock, and then felt him, his massive bulk behind her tiny frame on the stair in front of the door. She left the key in the lock and turned to face him.

He said nothing at first, just stared down at her, deciding. Now, he put his hand on her neck again and titled her head back. “You don’t want me, Kaysey.”

With a gasping breath caused by his nearness she told him, “I’m pretty damn sure I do.”

He shook his head, his face still as a stone. “I don’t belong with girls like you.”

“Girls like me?”

“Yeah, sweet girls. Kindergarten teachers who have been hurt by men.”

“I thought you didn’t hurt women.”

“I would never, unless they asked me to. And only then for both of our pleasures.”

Kaysey heaved a few heavy breaths when she understood his implication. “Is that why you didn’t like me calling you daddy? Because it turned you on?”

He jaw flexed when he responded shortly, “Yes.”

“I’m not as fragile as you think I am, Ryan.”

“I’m not the gentle giant you seem to think I am. I can’t be gentle in bed. I need…”

“I get it.” She wrapped both hands around his neck, pulling him down again and pressing a brief kiss to his full lips that he did not return. “Ryan…” She kissed him again and he didn’t respond. “Come inside and show me how you like to play.”

“Kaysey…I mean it, I play rough.”

“You’re not going to hurt me, really…are you?”

He looked in her eyes as she asked this and she showed not an ounce of fear of him. He stroked her jaw with his thumb. “No, never.”

She nodded and kissed him again, still no response from him. “Then come play rough with me. Please. Ryan…”

She moved to kiss him again, but he kissed her, hard and rough and rife with badly disguised lust and longing for her. Kaysey smiled and met his tongue with hers. It had been instantaneous and intense, her desire for Ryan, and now that she had him this close to her bed, it was making her heart rate erratic.

When he groaned against her lips, she broke free of him, turning to get the door open and hauling him inside. She went to kiss him again, but he said, “I’m not doing anything until you give me your safeword. Do you even know that means?”

She rolled her eyes at this rather annoying man. “Yes. I just don’t have one…”

This made him smile and he took her hand as he started towards the stairs. “Think of a word that will be easy to remember, even when you’re overcome with physical sensations. You say it, I stop, no questions, no explanations necessary.” They were in her bedroom and he continued. “If you just need to adjust or you didn’t like one thing, we can start again, do something new a different way. If you want me to leave after you say it, I’ll leave, no questions, no explanations.”

“Wow. It seems like I’ll be the one in control.”

He smiled as he sat on the bed and left her standing in front of him. “You know why people love to be subs? For just that reason. I tell you what to do and you do it, but at the end of the day…you get to decide what happens and what doesn't. You still wanna play?”

Kaysey experienced a moment of doubt, but that was quickly shuffled aside. Yes, this was all new to her, but it was something she had been curious about and Ryan seemed to take it seriously, so this seemed like an opportune moment.

She nodded. And even though it felt like a dumb question, she wanted to clarify what she was getting herself into. “So you’re going to dom me? Like…for real, all the way?”

She swore she saw his breath hitch excitedly when he replied, “Yes. I need a safeword from you first.”

Kaysey thought about it and said, “Floppy Ears.”

He laughed but she pointed to a picture of her childhood rabbit on the wall she could see from the bed. “That was my rabbit’s name.”

He rolled his eyes a little, but smiled. “Of course it was. And of course you had a pet rabbit.” He took hold of her hand and he was serious once more. “If you say stop or no, I’m not going to stop. You have to use your safeword.”

She knew that, but she was always curious… “Why? Why do you it that way?”

“Because a lot subs and their doms get off on the idea that things are being done against their will. Even if everyone wants it, you pretend you don’t. Sometimes it’s the illusion of powerlessness that feels sexy.”

“Yeah, the forbidden fruit. Taking something you shouldn’t. Or giving it.”

He asked again, “You still wanna play, little one?”

His term of endearment made her skin prickle in the best way. She licked her lips and could only nod.

“Good. Then -”

“Wait, I don’t know what to call you.”

His grin was purely sexual. “Yes you do.”

Kaysey felt her skin flush pink. When she had called him daddy before, she had been teasing, comparing him to father figure, not using it as a sexual nickname. But, if she was going to do this, she would do it all the way for real. “You’re right, daddy, I do.”

She saw his jaw flex again and she wondered how hard it was for him to hold himself back. He spoke again, reminding her of the rules. “Your safeword is Floppy Ears. If you can’t speak, for whatever reason, you can snap your fingers and I’ll stop. If you say stop or no or put up any other kind of protest, including pushing me off, I’m going to keep going until you use your safeword or snap your fingers. Good?”

“Yeah, good. You want me to -”

“You don’t do anything until I tell you to do it.”

It was like a light switch being flipped, the way he went from gentle reminders to fierce commands. Something in his tone, his stiff body language, the power of his body, made Kaysey want to obey entirely.

“Okay.”

He stood up and she backed up to allow him to do so. He reached down and pulled off her t-shirt and then her bra. When he started on her jeans he said, “I wanna play a new game with you, one I haven’t played before.”

“Whatever you want, daddy.”

Her jeans were only around her knees when he abandoned that task and brought his mouth down on hers. He had to, he couldn’t have stopped himself. She was nearly naked and her full, lush body was making him wickedly hard and the way she said daddy in her sweet voice, it was the most wonderful sound he had ever heard. His kiss was claiming and brutal and she nearly melt under the heat of it, of him.

“You…Kaysey…little one, you are something special. And you look like a child.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. That’s what I want from you, I want you to be the little girl I thought you were.”

Kaysey had heard about this sort of thing, from old boyfriends and their seedy pornos mostly, but she never thought the idea of pretending to be under aged would turn her on so much. And yet, there she was, standing in her bedroom with a man, a dom, who wanted her to role play as a teenaged girl while calling him daddy and she was dripping wet from just the thought of it. She spoke softly, “Yes.”

He finished stripping her naked and let her stand a few feet in front of him again as he sat down on the bed once more. His eyes were dark and penetrating. He fell right into things and said, “Were you a bad girl today, little one?”

If he was going to keep calling her that, she might spontaneously orgasm before he even touched her. She swallowed hard and responded, “Yes, daddy, so bad.”

“Tell me something bad you did today. At school.”

Kaysey thought back to her high school days and some of the trouble she got into over her teenaged years. “I skipped gym and hid under the bleachers with Seth.”

He tisked several times. “Very bad. Did you let him touch you?”

“Yes.”

“Come to daddy and show me how he touched you.”

Kaysey took a step forward, her heart hammering in her chest, but it was pure arousal, no fear. Ryan could tell. He had been doing this long enough to know when a woman was afraid of what was to come or excited. Kaysey was pumped up, adrenaline racing in her veins and making her body throb.

She stood in front of him, knees almost touching, but not quite. She locked eyes with him and brought a hand to one of her breasts, squeezing it gently. She used her palm to caress her nipple and bring it to a point and then she tugged on it.

“I could kill Seth for touching you like that. No one touches my little one without permission. Show me how else he touched you.”

Kaysey’s hand moved lower, over her stomach and then onto her mound. She dipped one finger under the hood of her clit and touched the sensitive nub ever so slightly. It was nearly enough to make her knees collapse and send her to the floor and she let out a squeaky moan.

“Spread your lips. I wanna see it.”

Kaysey brought her other hand to her cunt and used two fingers to spread her labias and expose her pink flesh to him. Her finger found her clit, now bared to him, and touched it gently. With a gasping breath, Kaysey thought about closing her eyes, but his stare was too good, too sexy, she couldn’t look away. He alternated watching her hands on her pussy and looking deep into her eyes. Still, he didn’t move to touch her.

“Did that little boy Seth make you come?”

“No…only you do that, daddy.”

When he growled, she knew she had said the right thing. Ryan could only think that this woman might be a novice, but she learned faster than anyone he ever bedded. He met her eyes again.

He whispered, “Does my little one want daddy to make her come?”

“Oh, God, yes, please.”

He grabbed the wrist of the hand that was playing with her clit, squeezing until she actually winced in pain. He told her, “Stay open for me.”

Before she could answer, he grabbed her ass with both hands and forced her body close to his. He bent and licked at her clit a few times and Kaysey’s other hand loosened its hold on her lips and came to his shoulder.

Quick as a hiccup, he stopped laving at her pussy and smacked her ass hard with one hand. “You don’t listen too good.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Spread your lips for me, or I’ll send you to your room without permission to touch yourself.”

“Okay…okay.” Her trembling hands came back to pussy and pulled her lips apart.

He gave her a long, hard look before he bent to lick at her clit again. Kaysey let out a whimper and thrust her hips forward to meet his tongue. He moved lower, tasting the wetness flowing from her pussy and then delicately pulling her inner labias between his teeth. His hands returned to her ass, kneading the ample flesh harshly as he feasted on her.

When he returned to her clit, it only took two strokes until she felt the tension release from her body as she came. She still managed to hold herself open for him, but she used her other hand on his shoulder to keep herself standing.

He rubbed his chin on her thigh, asking, “What do you say to daddy?”

“Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“You won’t thank me in a minute. You’re going to be punished for not listening.” Kaysey looked at him, but he just patted his lap. “Over my knee you go.”

Ryan scooted back onto the bed and Kaysey laid her body over his legs. Before she even felt adjusted, his hand came down on her ass harder than the smack he had given her earlier.

“Oh!”

He grabbed a fist full of her hair and yanked her neck back so she looked at him. “How old was that little boy you let my property?”

Kaysey gaped at him. “Your property?”

He pulled harder on her hair. “Oh, yes, mine.” One hand still tangled in her hair, he shoved the other between her thighs, smacking her vulva with the flat of his hand. “This pussy is mine, all mine. No one, not even you touches it without my permission.”

There was a part of Kaysey that wanted to scream that no one owned her, no one got to have control over her body, that she would do whatever she wanted and damn him all the hell. That part, however, not her lower half, because at the sound of his words, his declaration of ownership, her insides contracted and she felt the walls of her pussy pulse and moisten even more.

Ryan noticed, of course he did, this wasn’t the first time he had watched a woman find out that despite what she thought, she longed to be owned, to be handled this way by someone who knew how.

He slipped two fingers into her channel and pulled them out dripping. He showed them to her and then shoved them in his mouth, moaning at the taste. “That sassy mouth of yours says one thing, your pussy says another. Your little pussy knows it belongs to me. Doesn’t it?” He pushed the same two fingers into her again and she writhed around on top of him.

“Oh, daddy…yes it does.”

“Mmm, I know. You tell me.” He finger fucked her a little faster and added a third digit to the mix. “Tell me and then you can come on my hand.”

“You own this pussy, daddy. It’s yours. Oh…Oh, God!” Kaysey came again, grinding her hips to feel his thigh rub against her clit as his fingers went deep.

She was taking in gasping breaths when he freed his hand and smacked her ass again hard. “Now, answer my question. How old was he?”

“Seventeen.”

“Then you get seventeen strikes as punishment. I gave you two, fifteen more. Count for me. Loud.”

He smacked one of her cheeks and she practically shouted, “One.” He hit the other. “Two.” He went on, switching cheeks and gradually increasing the strength he used when he struck her. Halfway through, he started grabbing her flesh after he hit it, rubbing his palm against the skin that she could feel turning bright red under his touch. When he squeezed her ass, it made her entire body burn and ache, with pain, but also strange amounts of pleasure.

When she finally got to fifteen, they were both panting and sweating. He lifted her easy and set her on the bed behind him. Pulling off his shirt, he then stood and undid his belt. Kaysey eyed up his groin, anxious to see his cock that she had only felt through his clothes thus far. Ryan smiled and just stood there with his belt off and his jeans unbuttoned.

“I think you need another punishment, little one.”

Her mouth hung open. She already had to lay on her side because her ass was so sore, what more did he want to do? “For what?”

“For questioning my ownership of that pussy.”

“Wha -”

Kaysey shut her mouth tightly, unsure if what she said next would evoke more punishments. Ryan put his belt on the bed and removed his jeans before he knelt next to her.

“On your hands and knees.”

“Are you gonna spank me again?”

He chuckled and picked up his belt, folding it in half and smacking the lopped over end against his palm. “No, I’m not.”

Kaysey’s eyes went wide and she rolled away from him, shaking her head. “No. No, please, don’t do that.”

Ryan grabbed her wrist and manhandled her like she was nothing more than a ragdoll. He pulled her close, but she tried to push away, saying again, “No, come on, Ryan.”

He grabbed the back of her neck now, forcing her to meet his eyes. He said quietly, “You wanna tell me your rabbit’s name?”

Kaysey really didn’t want him to hit her with a belt, but she wasn’t ready to stop things either. Knowing she could opt out at anytime gave her the strength to go on. She was already here, in this deep, she could keep going and stop things at any moment. The overwhelming power of that in the face of such obvious helplessness was turning her on even more than she already was. Now she understood why people did this sort of thing. She shook her head.

Ryan, though, was still serious. He didn’t want to push her; she had to know that she was in control so they could both enjoy this. “Little one, you have to tell me if you do. Do you want to tell me your rabbit’s name?”

She told him firmly, “No.”

His fingertips dug into the soft flesh of her neck now. “Then do as I fucking asked or I will punish you for not listening, again.”

Semi-reluctantly, she got on her hands and knees as Ryan stayed where he was, kneeling beside her. Slightly terrified breaths were expelled from her lungs, but she was also rocking her hips with wildly unusual anticipation. Ryan started by running a hand over her very red and sore ass.

“Because you were such a good girl just now, I won’t use this on your ass.”

“Where are you gonna - oh, Jesus!”

Ryan had hit on the back of her thick thighs, causing her to jut forward, away from his strike. It was a different sort of pain, sharp and piercing like bee sting, whereas his spanking had been a dull thud that burned in the aftermath.

She heard him swing the belt back and then against her thighs and she whimpered at the pain. It was bright and almost blinding in its ferocity, but not unbearable. Ryan brushed her hair to one side and whispered against her ear. “Say it.”

Kaysey shook her head again. “No…no.” It hurt, but just like his spanking, being under his power was so arousing that she was more focused on that. With every hot, stinging, burst of agony on her flesh, her pussy reacted to the submission and fluttered, waiting for another payoff.

Ryan kissed her ear before pulling away and striking her again, and then again, and again. After ten hits, her thighs were as red as her ass and rising with welts. Kaysey wasn’t sure how she was still able to hold herself up.

When she heard his belt clatter to the floor, she breathed out in relief. The respite was short lived because he pushed her onto her back, forcing the beaten and tender skin of her ass and thighs against the comforter. The duvet had always been soft and welcoming, but now it was just another instrument of pain for Ryan to use.

However, she focused on him, she saw he was now naked and suddenly she didn’t mind the burning of her skin and muscles.

“Holy fuck.”

Ryan grabbed his massive cock by the base and asked, “That little boy Seth make you touch him?”

Kaysey grinned. “He asked me to, I told him I only touch daddy’s cock.”

She was rewarded with another growl and he climbed between her thighs that she spread for him. “For such a bad girl, you do know how to be good when it means you get what you want.”

“Are you gonna give me what I want?”

As an answer, he did just that, sinking down and pressing that thick member between her folds that stretched and welcomed it.

He wasn’t just big, he was enormous and Kaysey took a few deep breaths and spread wider to let him force in another few inches of his length.

“Oh…daddy…”

Ryan groaned and gave one big push to sheath himself fully. His lusciously large body hovered over her small one, making her feel tiny for the first time in her life. She moaned, until he pulled his cock along her walls and then she gasped at how full he had stuffed her, how strained her inner muscles felt around him.

When he started to thrust, she let her eyes close from the pleasure of it. Every part of her was on fire, her skin, her pussy, her poor ass and thighs that were rubbing against the bed. With every stroke he forced her body to feel everything: pain, pleasure, heat, the cool air on her sweaty skin. And it was insanely erotic.

When he hardly gotten started, he felt her clenching around his cock and he chuckled. “Little one…you are so fucking tight around daddy’s cock.”

“Yes…yes. Don’t stop.”

He bent his head as if to kiss her neck, but he only bit it and that pushed her over the edge. She came hard, shuddering out every sensation she was feeling and pawing at his back as she went. As she came down, she dragged her fingernails down his firm muscles and he bit her harder in response, drawing a little blood, just as she did the same.

Ryan released the skin of her neck and sat back slightly. He grabbed both her legs, pushing them up until her knees were pressed against her chest. His palms were hot against the growing welts at the back of her thighs. The sensitivity of that skin seemed to spread through her entire body, making her hyper-aware of every touch, every drop of sweat, every breath.

He had an easier range of motion and he fucked into her harder, faster. His eyes were on hers again and they made her forget the soreness of her legs he was abusing to spread her open.

He told her, “I don’t care if you come again. This is for me now. This is how I want to use you, spread open for my pleasure.”

“Yes, daddy. My pussy is yours, use it however you like.”

“Fuck!” Ryan turned to rest his forehead against his bicep to give himself a moment. She was too good this woman, way too good. Now he said, “Next time, I’m gonna chain you to my bed and leave you there for days. Fuck you whenever I want, use whatever hole on you looks best for as long as I want. And maybe, if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you come once or twice.”

“Oh, God. Shit, daddy. Yes. Yes. Yes.”

He smiled wide. “Are you gonna come again, little one? You are such a nasty, naughty girl for daddy if that turns you on that much.”

“I am…”

“Do it. This pussy is so tight, but I want it tighter. Come for me, right now.”

Her body obeyed, just as her mind had done all night. And again she came around him, squeezing and tightening around his girth as he shot hot come inside her for almost as long as she vibrated with pleasure.

When he let go of her legs, she grimaced in pain, but still managed to smile at him as he laid down next to her. To smile was all she could do, all she wanted to do. Her body felt drained and abused, but also sore in the best way and her mind was flush with post-orgasmal bliss.

Ryan smiled along with her. “Happy, little one?”

“Very. You know…I’ve always been short, but chubby. You make me feel small, not just how big you are, but how…strong and vibrant your personality is. I like it, a lot.”

“Hmm, it’s good to feel small sometimes.”

“Do you call all your subs little one?”

“No, just you. It fits.”

Nothing could have pleased her more, but Ryan certainly tried. He kissed her and it was the softest thing she had felt all night.

He then asked, “You have ice?”

“Yeah, in the freezer.”

He kissed her again. “I’ll bring you some for your legs and a glass of water. You need anything else?”

Kaysey was blown away at the role reversal and asked, “Is that how this works? You dom me and then take care of me?”

“Of course. I took care of you during the sex, too, didn’t I?”

She thought of her many orgasms and agreed. “That’s true, I guess.”

“I told you, I tell you want to do and you do it, but you’re always in charge.”

Kaysey nodded and smirked. “I can live with that.” So, she ordered him around. “Yes, I want ice and water and a popsicle. Cherry.”

His eyebrow quirked when she asked for a popsicle and he asked again, “You sure you’re twenty-five?”

“For the last time, Ryan, yes. How old are you?”

“Not too old to enjoy a popsicle as well.”

He kissed her one last time and climbed out of bed, he was in the doorway when she asked, “Were you serious, about tying me to your bed?”

His smirk said he was. “Why? You want me to do that?”

Kaysey smiled back and answered honestly, saying something she never thought she would ever believe or feel, “If you want me to do it, then I want to do it.”

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