His dick was already at full-mast when he let himself into the hotel room. He'd been running late and sent a text message brimming with instructions for his sweet little fucktoy. Then, he'd had to spend the next twenty minutes until he could get away from the office with a full erection in his pants. He was pretty sure his executive assistant had gotten a nice eyeful before he'd disappeared into the elevator.
He slammed the hotel door, locked all the locks, and spun around, his dick all but leading him to the window. Where he'd told Kate to pose. Naked, with the heels he'd bought for her the week before.
And there she was, like a gift from God. No, not God. It had to be the devil. Only the devil would have put her in his path, for him to take and use.
"Good girl."
Her body shuddered at his words. From the tight expanse of her shoulders to her feet, in those stiletto platform heels. They were red, and gave her enough height for what he was going to do.
God, she was utter perfection standing there, with the afternoon sun streaming in through the wide-open window. He'd wondered on that first afternoon, a little more than two weeks ago, if anyone could see inside the room from the surrounding buildings. Just the same as that first afternoon, he didn't give a fuck. In fact, he hoped someone saw. He hoped someone saw him ravage the young woman in front of him, that someone would see her heavy tits bobbing as he fucked her, or her face twisted in anguished ecstasy as she pleased her Daddy. That's why he'd told her to pose like this, naked but for the shoes, hands on the glass by her head, back arched and ass out.
He tossed his jacket on the couch as he passed by and undid his pants, grinning with wild pleasure when she shuddered again at the sound of his belt clinking. Reaching out with his other hand, he smacked her ass and groaned aloud as his red mark appeared on her pale skin.
"Such a good fucking girl, aren't you?"
She whimpered as he laid another stinging slap to her other ass cheek, all while he shoved his pants down and kicked them off. He was on her a second later, bending over her and wrapping a hand around her throat.
Under his palm, her throat worked on a swallow, her pulse thrumming beneath her skin.
"Lift your leg."
She did, shaking the whole time, resting her foot on the low window casement. He reached between her trembling thighs and laughed against her wavy dark hair when he found the slick evidence of how badly his little fucktoy wanted this.
"How long have you been like this, sweet thing?"
"Um... ten minutes?" Her throat worked again under his hand and he squeezed, drawing a gasp from her lips. "I did what you said, Damon."
He squeezed harder and she choked out a gasp, shaking all over under his hold. "What did you call me?"
Her voice was strangled -- literally -- as she responded. "Daddy."
"That's better."
He withdrew his hand from her overflowing honey pot and replaced it with his cock. He didn't hesitate or draw the moment out. He needed to bury his rod in her wet channel and get himself off.
So he did. He plunged deep, and hard, squeezing his hand and groaning in response to her strangled cry. One hand came off the window in an instinctive reaction, her little fingers clawing ineffectually at his wrist.
"Daddy... please..." she rasped, her body shuddering and jolting with every hard thrust of his hips. "Breathe... can't..."
He let her go and grabbed her loose wrist, pressing her hand back to its place on the glass. "Don't fucking move again, you hear me?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"That's fucking right, my little whore."
She hung her head on a sob, her body jiggling with each move his made.
For a few hard, deep thrusts, he held her hand against the window and his other clutched at the mound of her ass, spreading her open. Then he angled himself back, both hands clasping handfuls of her fat rear end, pulling her reddened cheeks apart so he could watch his thick cock disappearing into the flush, soft expanse of her cunt.
"Fucking look at that." He groaned and shoved hard, pushing a harsh exhalation from her. "You're fucking soaked, Kate."
"Ungh."
He grinned and released her flesh to swing another hard slap to her ass. It rippled with the contact, she screamed, and he did it again, again and again, timing it with the humping motions of his body.
For long minutes, the only sound in the room was the percussive connection of his palm on her ass, and the wet sucking noise of her pussy.
Then he lost all control. He needed to come, to fill his sweet, little schoolgirl to the brim. The devil had certainly given him this fucktoy and he used her however he wanted. Like now, as he tossed his head back, his fingers sinking hard into the sides of her ass, his dick pulsing and flooding her insides with a torrent of his come.
He had no idea if she climaxed and didn't care. He stepped back, his still half-hard dick slipping from her over-lubed hole, and he grabbed her pony tail.
"Turn around."
She did and he got his first look at her tear-streaked face and the red marks at her throat.
"On your knees."
She sank down.
"Open your mouth."
She did.
What he did next didn't require instruction. He fed his dick to her open mouth, shoving past her tongue and hitting the back of her throat. Tears spilled over her cheeks and she gagged and he groaned in happy relief as he started to fuck her face, holding her pony tail in one hand, his other palm hot on the cold glass of the window.
"Yes. That's it, sweetheart. Take it. Fucking swallow my cock." He looked down at her, watching as her wide eyes stared back at him, her innocence still so apparent on her face.
He fucked her mouth for a while, going deep at times, pulling back and making her slather her pink tongue all over him at others. Then he shoved deep as he got close again, cupping her head and thrusting hard.
When he came, she swallowed, getting better at it every time. She was a quick study.
At last, he stumbled back from her, his spent dick flopping out of her red and swollen lips. A string of spit and come trailed from the end of her panting tongue to his cockhead and he smiled. Reaching down, he tugged on her hair and drew her to her feet.
She wobbled as she stood before him, still in those impossible heels. He chuckled as he took her in, trying to stay upright, her eyes unfocused and glazed over with the lust that still beat between them like a living thing.
"Take off the shoes and go over to the bed. Kneel on the bench, like the first time."
Her cheeks burned even deeper with color at the mention of their first time. Her first time. When he'd fucked her gorgeous, unused cunt, claiming it for himself. The only man to have ever plundered it. So far.
She stumbled once as she kicked off the shoes and hurried to the bench at the end of the big bed. He watched her, as he crossed to the couch, loosening his tie and tugging it and his shirt off over his head. He reached into his suit pocket, pulling out the implement he'd meant to introduce her to the night before. But alas, his wife -- her mother -- had monopolized his time, keeping him from checking on his fucktoy later as he'd planned.
He walked over to the bed and grabbed a handful of her luscious ass, bending low to take a light bite out of the other side. She gasped, making him laugh, and he did it again, a little harder until she cried out in pain. As he rubbed his thumb over that spot, he knew there'd be a mark. A fresh one to go with the others that lingered on her pale skin.
"Beautiful. So good at following instructions, aren't you, Kate."
"Yes, Daddy."
He hummed in approval and gave her two light taps with his palm, eliciting that blissed out gasp from her that he enjoyed. She'd been so good for the first half hour this afternoon, he didn't mind rewarding her.
"You were naked last night, like I asked, weren't you."
It wasn't really a question, but she exhaled and bobbed her head in an eager nod. "Yes, Daddy."
"I knew you were. You wouldn't have wanted to displease me, would you?"
"Never."
He grinned and lifted the item in his hand, running the soft end of it over her ass in a circle. She tensed at the touch, clearly curious at what it might be.
"I was going to do this last night, but your mother spent hours telling me about a new job she's thinking of taking."
She froze and he knew she was confused. They never spoke of her mother -- his wife -- when he was toying with her like this.
"It involves some travel."
Her breath started to come in harsh gasps at that. She knew what that meant, and could probably guess how he'd have responded.
"I'm a supportive husband, as you know." He trailed the tip of the item over her ass on the other side, then down the back of her thigh. "So I told her she should do it. I assured her I could look after you myself whenever she was gone."
"Daddy..." She sounded like she was on the brink of coming right now, at the mere thought of being at his mercy at home. At their home, in her bed, or his, where they lived as a happy family.
"You think I did the right thing, sweet Kate?" He trailed the item back up the inside of her thigh and held it poised at her hole, weeping even more fluid now, her own mixed with the load of come he'd dumped in there a short while before. He swirled the head of the item in her juices, spreading them up to her tight asshole, then back down for more.
She moaned, her body heaving with each rasping breath as he toyed with her. At her continued silence, he slapped her ass with his free hand, once, twice, and a third hard time.
"Answer me, Kate. Did I do the right thing?"
