I sit on the couch in my underwear, heart beating fast. I’m alone in his office and if Rogers walks in right now, I don’t know what he’ll think.

It doesn’t matter. I can’t let myself go down that rabbit hole. I can’t worry about getting caught or what it means that I’m sleeping with my boss.

Not now, not while I’m naked and sitting on his couch, waiting for him to come back.

He’s gone for what seems like a long time, but is probably more like a minute or two. I hear his feet in the hallway as he returns and steps back into the office, smiling slightly as he comes toward me.

“My little Hazel,” he says, stopping in front of me. I keep my back straight, my breasts out slightly as his eyes move along my body. I stare at the dark bundle in his hands, trying to understand what it is.

“At first, this may seem like a punishment,” he says softly as he slowly unravels what he’s holding.

It’s a rope.

He flexes it, cocking his head.

“At first, it might even be uncomfortable. Have you ever been bound before?”

“No,” I whisper.

“Good. It’s better if this is your first time.” He steps closer and gets down on one knee in front of me. It’s almost like he’s about to propose.

But of course, that’s not what he’s doing. He gently takes my right wrist and wraps the rope around it, loosely at first, but quickly pulling it tight.

The rope is soft. I frown a little.

“Silk,” he provides, reading my mind.

Of course it’s silk, black silk, inky black. There’s a slight sheen as it moves in the light. He takes my other wrist and wraps it around, making an intricate pattern, binding my wrists together.

“At first, you might be tempted to struggle, to fight against the rope.” He smiles softly. “Don’t give in to the temptation. The more you struggle, the tighter it gets.” He takes my chin and tips my eyes up, making me meet his gaze. “Trust your Daddy. You do trust me, right?”

“I trust you,” I whisper.

“Good girl.” He releases my chin and stands. I sit there with my wrists together, and he’s right, I’m tempted to flex them and test my bond. I do it, just a little bit, and it does tighten. Not uncomfortably, not yet, but tighter.

“At first, you may be confused.” He stands and slowly unbuttons his shirt. “You may wonder why you have to be tied up. You may even wonder why you like it so much.” He finishes unbuttoning his shirt and takes it off, dropping it onto the floor.

He unbuckles his belt, takes it off, drops it. He unbuttons his pants, pulls down the fly, and steps out of them.

“At first, you may be tempted to stop yourself from enjoying this.” He’s wearing just his dark boxer briefs, his cock hard and pressing against the simple cotton underwear. He tips my chin up, standing close. “Resist that temptation, Hazel. You’re going to find that there’s a simple kind of freedom that comes with being tied up.”

“Freedom?” I ask, eyes wide.

“You don’t have to make any choices. You just have to trust me. You just have to trust your Daddy.”

I bite my lip, staring up into his gorgeous eyes as he kneels down in front of me again. There’s more rope on the couch next to me, but he doesn’t touch it.

He starts by kissing me. That simple act takes on so many more levels of magnitude just because my wrists are tied up. I put my hands flat on his chest, returning his kiss, before he takes the rope between my wrists and pulls my hands away.

He grips the rope and stands up, pulling me off the couch and onto my knees. My hands are up in the air now as he reaches down to tease my breasts with his free hand.

He releases my wrists and steps out of his boxer briefs. His cock is thick and hard as he slowly strokes himself, looking down at me with a smirk.

I reach up with my hands and take his base as I slowly take his cock into my mouth. I can still stroke him with both hands as I start to suck him, taking his thick cock into my lips and throat. I gag slightly as I slide deeper and deeper along his hard shaft, groaning the whole time.

I love that I’m tied up with his cock in my mouth. I love when he curls his fingers through my hair and takes a fistful of it, holding tight, pushing me lower. I groan and gag, pulling back, stroking him with both hands.

He’s so freaking big. I keep going, faster, excitement building through me as I feel him slide into my throat and back out. He pulls my hair, making me gasp and gag and bends forward to kiss me as I keep stroking his dick.

He pulls back and stands me up, pulling me along by the hair. “This isn’t a punishment, Hazel,” he says softly, bringing me around behind one of the chairs. He stops me there and bends me forward. I rest my bound hands against the back of it. “This isn’t a reward, either,” he says as he pulls down my panties.

He wads them up and pushes them into my mouth. I protest as first but he smirks and I feel his fingers start to tease my pussy.

“You can pull them out whenever you want,” he whispers in my ear. “But you’re about to get loud, my little Hazel, and I don’t want you to get embarrassed when someone catches us.”

I groan and bite down on the cotton in my mouth. I can taste my own wet pussy on it, but I quickly forget all about the gag as his fingers start to play with my pussy. He slides them deep inside, curling back and along the roof, making me wiggle my ass when he touches my spot. He pulls them out and teases my clit, stepping closer.

I can feel his hard cock against my ass. He kisses my back, teasing my pussy with his fingers. “You have such a perfect back,” he says. “So fucking beautiful.” He unhooks my bra and it slides forward, off my shoulders, but stays stuck around my wrists, unable to get past the rope. “Perfect, perky breasts.” He teases my nipples, squeezing them softly. I moan into my panties. “Pink little nipples and a pink little cunt.”

He spanks me. It happens fast and surprises me. I groan into the panties as he spanks me again, teasing my breasts the whole time. I wiggle my hips for him and he spanks me a third time before plunging his fingers deep into my pussy.

“If I’m not mistaken, it seems that you’re starting to enjoy a little punishment.” He slowly strokes in and out of my pussy with his fingers. He pulls my hair back. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I say, but it comes out muffled.

He smiles. “What was that?”

I try to say it again, but I can’t, not with the panties in my mouth. He pulls them out and I gasp.

“Yes, Daddy,” I say, biting my lip.

“Good girl. Open up.”

I open my mouth. He puts the panties back in.

“I like when you obey me. There’s nothing better than an obedient, dirty girl trying to please her Daddy.”

I wiggle my hips again for him as he presses his fingers deeper inside before dropping to his knees and spreading my ass wide open. I groan as I feel his tongue exploring me again, licking every inch of my ass and my pussy. He’s not shy about licking my clit, working it slowly, tasting every inch of my body.

He’s ravenous, incredible. Pleasure washes through me and I can barely help myself. I moan into the panties, freely groaning. I bite down on the cotton, tensing my jaw as the pleasure rises through me and Mason licks my pussy faster.

It feels incredible. I want him so badly it almost hurts, but he’s taking his time, teasing me, pushing my limits. Every time I think he’s about to fuck me, take me to where I need to go, he does something unexpected. I’m riding high, barely able to control myself.

He stands up and spanks my ass again. He palms my hips and pulls me against him. I can feel his cock sliding against my gaping cunt, begging for him. He kisses my neck and ear, his hands moving up to rub against my back.

I groan as he bites my shoulder. “You want me to fuck you. I can taste it.”

I moan into the panties.

“I know what you want, Hazel. Better than you do.”

“Please,” I say through the panties.

He laughs softly. I feel his fingers teasing me again before he steps back and spanks my ass one more time, this time harder than before.

I look over my shoulder but before I can complain, I feel his cock slip inside of me.

I gasp. He’s so big, it spreads me apart. He pushes himself deep into me, and I’m so soaking wet that he sinks easily inside. I groan, biting the panties and dipping my head forward.

“Don’t ever say that I don’t give you what you want,” he whispers. “You always get what you want.”

I groan and grind my hips back against him. He laughs softly and lets me do the work, moving my hips back and forth along his thick cock, sliding him in and out. I grip the chair as I go, moving my ass back and forth, grinding along his cock.

He spanks my ass once, twice. I’m going to be pink from this, maybe even bruised. I don’t care. I hope he leaves marks. I want my skin to be marked with him all over.

He grabs my hips and takes over, fucking me nice and deep. I groan, eyes rolling back, panties hanging from my mouth. I want to beg and say his name but it only comes out a muffled mumble, stifled by the cotton in my mouth. I love it, though, love how controlled I am, gagged and tied, doing whatever he tells me to do.

I roll back and work my hips as he fucks me. He grabs my hair and pulls, not gently, tipping my chin back. He kisses my neck, bites my shoulder, whispers in my ear. “You feel like fucking heaven, little Hazel,” he groans. “Every inch of your tight pussy feels so fucking good.”

I pant and moan into the panties. I love his thick cock sliding in and out but I love the way he controls me even more. He spanks my ass and pulls me away from the chair, suddenly sliding out.

I stumble over to the couch as he sits and pulls me on top of him. I straddle his hips, kneeling on the couch, poised just on top of his hard cock. I can feel him teasing me again, driving me insane.

He pulls my hair back with one hand, grips the rope binding my wrists with the other. “You want this cock?” he whispers.

I nod, staring into his eyes.

“You want Daddy’s big fucking dick?”

I nod more, straining against the hand in my hair.

“Good girl.” He moves me down, pulling me by the wrists. I slowly glide along his shaft and he pulls me, making my head tip even further back as pleasure blooms.

“Ride Daddy’s cock,” he instructs, and I get to work. I put my arms around his neck, gripping the back of the couch, and start to move my hips. I go slow at first but get faster and faster, gliding up and down his big dick as he kisses my neck and teases my breasts.

I love riding his cock with one nipple between his lips. He bites down softly and teases with his tongue as I glide along him, faster and faster. He gets so deep inside that I can barely stand it, but I don’t slow down. I don’t stop moving my hips, my back and ass working over and over, the muscles tense and flexing.

I’m moaning loud but it’s all stifled by the panties. Every groan, moan, pant, gasp is stifled, and it just comes out a jumbled mess. I don’t care, though. He’s Daddy and he loves it anyway.

I ride him faster, my breasts in his hands, his hips moving along in rhythm with me. I can feel the orgasm rising inside of me, rising faster and faster, building in my core as he grinds against me while I ride his huge dick. I need more of him, need it so badly I can barely stop myself from trembling as he slaps my ass and squeezes.

He pushes me down suddenly and holds me there. I go to move but he stops me. “Not yet,” he says, smirking. “You’re too close.”

I moan, glaring at him. He pulls me off and pushes me back down onto the couch on my back. He kneels in front of me, spreading my legs wide and slowly pushes his cock deep inside again.

He strokes in and out slowly, working my clit with his thumb. “You don’t get to choose when or where you come, Hazel,” he says softly. “You don’t know it yet, but I control that part of your life now. I’m your Daddy, and if I say you don’t come yet, you don’t come. You’d better get used to controlling yourself around me.”

I moan and nod. He starts to fuck me faster, thumb working my clit, cock sinking deep inside. I move my hips, groaning, wanting more. I’d beg, I’d say his name, but the panties are still between my lips.

He fucks me faster, moving in and out, rocking deep inside of me. I groan and move my hips along with him. He grabs the rope between my wrists and pulls on it, pulling me tighter against him as he grinds into my pussy.

It feels so fucking good. When he uses my wrists to add pressure to his cock, it’s incredible. He alternates pulling and loosening with each thrust, getting just the right amount of pressure on my pussy and clit, moving in a slow rhythm at first.

But he gets faster. He keeps pulling and loosening, fucking me in and out, my breasts pressed together between my elbows. He goes faster, faster, eyes shining with lust and I keep saying his name through the panties, oh fuck Daddy, oh fuck Mason, but he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t slow down.

Now I know I can’t help it. I’m so close. There’s no stopping it. As I get near, he rips the panties from my lips.

“Oh, fuck, Daddy,” I moan loudly.

“Come for me, dirty Hazel,” he commands.

The orgasm rips through me as he pulls me tight against him. I roll my hips, grinding my clit against him as he moves his cock along with me. I come hard, his big dick filling me up. It’s overwhelming, intense, too intense.

And just as it’s ending, he grabs my hips and fucks me hard. There’s no mercy or anything gentle in him. He fucks me rough and deep, exactly how he wants it. I can see he’s going to come and I move my hips, begging his name, oh, fucking Daddy.

I feel him come inside of me. I feel him fill me with his cum and I love every single grunt he makes, every drop inside of me. He’s sweating, I’m sweating, and oh, fuck, I’m dizzy with orgasm and pleasure and him.

My big Daddy.

We lie together on the couch for a while. I don’t know how long. He unties my wrists almost right away, letting the silk rope drop to the ground. I kiss him softly and he spoons me, holding my body tight against his.

After some time, he pulls away. I watch him get dressed.

“Better get back out there,” he says finally as he adjusts his cuffs. “Rogers might get suspicious.”

I smile at him. I wish I could stay here forever, but he’s right.

I get dressed, but I leave my panties, spit-soaked, on the floor.