Fuck.

She was feisty. The weekend was going to be even better than I imagined it to be. I hadn’t expected her to meekly accept her role for the weekend, but I also hadn’t expected her to be so strong-willed. We were going to have some fun.

But first, she was going to need to learn who was in charge.

My dick throbbed with anticipation of the lesson I was about to give her. She was a stubborn little girl who needed to be taught how to listen.

I sat at my desk and waited for her to return. She would. Of that I had no doubt.

I could see it in her eyes. She wanted this as much as I wanted to give it to her. She was hot for it or she wouldn’t be here.

I stroked my dick through the fabric of my pants. It had been in a state of perpetual hardness from the moment I saw her. It was going to be a long weekend, and I had plenty of fun planned, but first thing was definitely going to be first.

There was a soft knock at the door, followed by another.

Good. She was learning.

“Come in, little girl.”

The corset looked every bit as sexy on her as I knew it would. The open cups pushed each of her magnificent breasts up and pressed them together, exposing her tight, pink nipples for me.

My dick strained against the fly of my pants, begging for release, but I wanted to savor the moment.

“Come closer.”

She did as she was told. As she moved, my eyes fell to her long, trim legs clad in the matching pink thigh-high nylons, fastened to the garter.

“Well?” She held out her arms and spun slowly so I could feast my eyes on every bit of her. And I did. “Do you like it?”

She was so young. So eager to please, seeking my approval. I knew withholding it would drive her crazy.

I tilted my head and shrugged slightly. She reacted just as I knew she would. Her lower lip came out in a little pout. I was right. For all her strong bravado, she was just a little girl.

“You don’t like it? What’s—”

“Shut up.” I moved away from my desk and I saw the moment her eyes caught sight of my cock. It was impossible to miss. I stood in front of her and took one nipple between my fingers. She gasped and bit down on her bottom lip. I rolled it between two fingers until it was hard. I gave it a sharp pinch for good measure before I turned my attention to the other one. She gasped again, but this time she was ready for it and the sound was more of a low moan as it escaped her lips. “I like it just fine,” I said, finally giving her a sliver of the approval she so clearly craved.

Leaving her nipples for the time being, I ran each of my hands down her sides, feeling the strong boning of the corset beneath them. It really was exquisite. When I got to the swell of her hips, I turned her around so I could see the lacing. My fingers traced the laces along her back. They were sloppily tied and far too loose.

As if she knew what I was going to say, Abby half turned in an effort to meet my gaze as she defended her effort. “I know they’re not perfect,” she said. “But it’s really hard to do by yourself and—”

“Mrs. McClean would have helped you.”

I heard her gulp. “Mrs.…Mrs. McClean?”

“She’s my staff,” I said. “That’s what she’s here for. To assist.”

“But I…that’s just…”

“No matter.” I started to unlace the corset, straightening each lace. “I’ll take care of it. Stand still.” My fingers moved quickly, tightening and pulling until I was ready for the final pull. “Turn and hold the edge of my desk.” She did as she was told and I pulled firmly against the corset. She let out a gasp as I snugged it up and tied it firmly in place. “Stand up and let me look.”

When she turned around, her breasts had been pushed up even higher; her nipples were even harder and flushed from the effort of the tightening. Her waist dipped in to an enticing swell, and when I turned to examine it, her ass was presented plump and ready. “Perfect.”

Abby’s face gave her away.

“You really are eager to please, aren’t you, little girl?”

She nodded. “Why do you call me that?”

“Because that’s what you are,” I said. “How old are you, Abby?”

“Twenty.” I took a few years off after high school.

My cock pulsed.

“See? Such a little girl. And I’m old enough to be your daddy. Does that bother you?”

She shook her head.

“Good. Because it wouldn’t matter if it did.”

But I was about finished with the pleasantries. “Before we get started, I need to ask you a question.” She nodded, waiting. “Do you know why you’re here?” She nodded again. “Tell me.”

“I took money.”

“No,” I corrected her. “You stole from me and bartered yourself in exchange for your freedom and the cash. Do you know what that makes you?”

“A…that makes me…a…” She struggled with the words. With the knowledge of what she was doing. But I needed her to say it. I needed it to come from her mouth.

“Say it, Abby,” I demanded and pushed my fingers between her legs.

She bit down on her lip and groaned against my touch. She was dripping with need. She wanted release and she could have it, too. She just needed to say the words. I dragged one finger roughly over her clit, pressing it hard until she squirmed.

“Say it, Abby. What does that make you?” I circled my finger over her hard nub, flicking it for good measure before tracing along the edges of her panties and slipping my fingers inside and up against her hot, wet flesh. She groaned and ground her hips down on my fingers but I wasn’t ready to give her what she craved. Not yet.

“I…” She tried again.

She was so damn stubborn. So unwilling to admit to herself what she was.

I thrust a finger inside her, then another. She moaned and I knew she was close. She wanted to come badly. I twisted and pumped my fingers inside her and just when I felt her clench down, ready to come, I pulled them out. Her body sagged with the disappointment of a climax unfulfilled, but I wasn’t done with her. I held my fingers to her mouth and like a good girl, she sucked them into her mouth, tasting her juices on my hand.

While she watched, I unbuckled my belt and pulled my cock from my pants. Her eyes grew wide at my impressive size and no doubt the uncertainty of what was going to come next.

I kissed her hard on the lips, tasting her own juices on her tongue as I possessed her with my mouth. With one hand on my dick, I moved to suck and bite at each nipple in turn, driving her ever closer to her own release. But she wouldn’t have it. Not until I got what I wanted.

Her breath came in pants, her breasts heaving with every inhale. It was time. I pulled back and flipped her around, bending her over my desk so her breasts pressed into the polished wood. I know her nipples had to be aching after the attention I gave them and the thought made me even harder.

I ran my hands over her round, firm ass and smacked each cheek soundly. She groaned and pressed farther up on the desk with each strike of my hand. She moaned out her pleasure but there would be time for more of that later. Now I needed her, hard and fast.

With one hand holding her ass in place, I tore the scrap of panties away from her and nudged her legs open with my knee, spreading her beautiful, juicy pussy open for me. I pressed the tip of my cock to her opening and heard her suck in a breath. I knew how big I was, and I knew she’d gotten an eyeful as well. Her eyes had widened with appreciation and just enough fear to keep it interesting.

But she’d take me. Of that I had no doubt.

“I’m going to fuck you now, little girl.” She nodded against the table. “And if you’re a good girl, you can come for Daddy, too. Would you like that?”

She nodded again and I slid into her.

Fuck, she felt good. Hot, wet, tight and damn. I didn’t bother giving her any time to adjust to me before I pulled out and rammed into her again. Hard. She bumped against the desk, but I held her firm as I pumped into her. Again and again. I could feel her body contract around my cock and I knew she was getting close.

“Is there something you want to tell me?”

She nodded and gasped, “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I increased my pace, moving faster and harder inside her. “And what are you?”

“I’m a whore.”

Fuck. Hearing the words from her lips was all it took for me to lose control. I reached down between her legs, found her clit and pressed, sending her orgasm crashing through her right as I took mine.

She sagged against the desk under me, physically spent. Still inside her, I lifted her. My left arm wrapped around her, cupping her breasts and pressing her against me while I stroked her hair away from her back and kissed her neck. “That’s right,” I whispered into her ear. “You’re Daddy’s little whore.”