I’m buzzing with nervous energy as we step out of the cab in front of an old Victorian-style building about ten minutes from campus in a sleepy little neighborhood.

“Apartment?” I say softly.

Jason pays the fare and grins at me. “Well, house.”

“You live here?”

He nods as the cab speeds away. He walks toward the front steps and looks over his shoulder.

“You coming?”

I follow him up onto the front porch. There’s a turret-style tower to the left, with more peaks to this roof than I thought possible. It looks like the kind of house you’d read about in a fantasy novel where some kids get lost in a giant coat closet.

Or maybe a house from a horror movie.

We step in through the front door. “I figured I’d buy this place when I came here,” he says. “Believe it or not, there aren’t many apartments. Plus, I like having the space.”

Inside, it’s nothing at all like I expected. I thought it would be all dark old wood and peeling wallpaper, but instead… it’s shockingly modern.

He flicks a switch and it fills with light. The downstairs is wide open, with only a single staircase in the middle to break it up. He grins at me.

“I did some work to it, obviously,” he says.

“It’s beautiful,” I manage.

“Most of the floors are original,” he says, steering me toward the back. There’s a living room, an eating space with a big wooden table, and a beautiful new kitchen.

We stop in the kitchen and he opens a bottle of wine. “There are seven fireplaces, all original. There are some original lighting fixtures, original windows, stuff like that. I tried to keep as much of the original charm while updating the place to make it actually livable.”

“I think you did a good job.”

He laughs. “It’s easy when you have more money than you know what to do with.” He pours me a drink. “Have some.”

I take a sip. Already the memory of running into those professors is starting to fade.

But it makes no sense. I mean, the way he’s reacting to it.

Getting caught by people he works with is basically the worst-case scenario. That’s what he’s so worried about. I mean, it’s what I’m afraid of, too.

But he doesn’t seem to care about these guys, and I don’t understand why. He says they’re all corrupt assholes, but still…

“Jason,” I say after taking a big, long drink. He frowns and stops talking about the house. “What are we going to do?”

He sighs and sips his wine. “Don’t worry, okay?”

“How am I supposed to do that? We just got caught.”

“Not exactly,” he says slowly. “And those guys…”

“You keep doing this. Why does it matter who caught us?”

“They can be bought.”

That stops me up short. “Bought?”

“Right. Bought.” He takes a deep breath. “I’m going to bribe the shit out of them.”

“Bribe them,” I repeat, shaking my head. “You’re insane. That’s, like, gangster movie stuff.”

“Not really,” he says. “You’d be surprised how often it happens. I mean, these guys are regional professors in a small school. They don’t make that much money. I offer them, I don’t know, half a million each to keep their mouths shut? They’ll do it.”

I stare at him, eyes wide. “How much?”

“You think a million would be better?” He frowns a little. “You’re probably right. A million always impresses people.”

“Jason!”

He blinks, surprised. “What?”

“That’s so much money!”

He hesitates a second and laughs. “Right, sorry. I’m rich as hell, remember? Throwing a few million at this problem isn’t a big deal for me.”

I shake my head, putting my glass down. “No, no way. I can’t… I won’t…”

I start to back away from him. I can feel panic starting to rise.

He’s going to pay three million dollars to keep these guys quiet, all because of me. He’s willing to do that, to lose so much money, for nothing.

Here I am, in this man’s house, all alone with him, and I’m doing this to him. I’m making him pay that much money.

I can’t let someone do that for me. I mean, I just… I can’t.

“Clara, hold on.”

I shake my head, not sure what to say. I go to turn away, but he’s faster. He steps around the island and comes to me, grabs my wrist, and pulls me against him.

I stumble up against his chest. Fear, desire, confusion, it all wars inside of me.

“Clara,” he says softly. “It’s okay. It really is.”

“I can’t let you spend that kind of money. I mean, on me? It’s crazy.”

“Clara, really. I promise… this isn’t a big deal.”

“Big deal? You’re talking about three million dollars.”

“I’m worth billions,” I say softly. “Three million… it’s a drop in the bucket.”

I stare at him, eyes wide, but I can start to see the truth.

For him, three million is like… thirty of my dollars. Just in terms of proportion. Thirty dollars would be a very mild annoyance at worst, if I had to pay someone off with that.

He’s just on a whole new level.

I bite my lip and look away. “I don’t know,” I say finally.

“I told you I’d take care of you, didn’t I?” he asks softly. “I’m your Daddy now, remember?”

I look back at him again. His beautiful eyes stare down at me, and I see something there, something that sparks inside of me.

Possessiveness. Control. Desire.

“Yes,” I say softly. “You said that.”

“That’s right. I told you I’d make sure you’re taken care of, and I meant it. If I have to bribe some asshole professors, so what? I want you, Clara. And I get what I want.”

He kisses me then, hard enough that I can’t argue, even if I wanted to.

Truth is, I don’t want to argue. Not at all.

I want to kiss him. That’s all I ever want when I’m around him.

I let him lead me back toward the staircase. He holds my hand as we move up to the second floor. It’s a little warmer up here, and the floorboards creak as we move down the hall toward the back of the house.

We step into the master bedroom. I have to stop myself from gasping.

It’s practically half the house. There’s a huge bed, a couch, a television, basically a whole living room. There’s even a little reading area, a little library, off in the corner.

And the bed… it’s enormous, four posts, hanging canopy. Exactly the sort of thing you’d expect from a room like this.

“Come here,” he says softly, leading me toward the bed. There’s a plush rug on the floor and he stops me there, kissing me again softly. “I want you to understand something.”

“What?” I whisper, feeling dazed with excitement.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, so long as you give me whatever I want.”

I hesitate a moment, letting his words sink in.

“What do you want?” I ask him.

He steps away from me. “Undress.”

I stare, not sure if I heard him correctly. But slowly, comprehension dawns.

I take off my sweater. He watches, eyes never leaving my body. I unhook my bra and let it drop to the floor.

There’s something exciting about a man staring at you as you undress. I’ve never experienced it before, not really, not like this. He’s doing nothing but watching me, admiring my body, staring as I slowly take my clothes off.

His gaze never wavers. But I can see the hunger in his eyes.

Slowly, I take off my jeans. I bend over, feeling a little shy, a little exposed, and I take off my panties.

I stand in front of him, completely naked. His room is surprisingly warm, and my heart’s beating fast. I don’t think I could be cold right now even if I tried.

I hug myself, covering my breasts. He shakes his head. “Arms at your sides.”

I hesitate, but obey. He walks around me, admiring my body.

“This is what I want,” he says finally. “I want you naked, obeying my every whim.” He steps in front of me, hand in my hair. He holds it tight, pulls back, tips my chin up toward him. “I’m not the kind of man that holds back, Clara,” he whispers.

I feel a thrill run through my skin.

He releases my hair, steps back. “Get on your knees.”

I don’t hesitate this time. I get down onto my knees, onto the surprisingly soft rug. He slowly unbuttons his shirt, letting it drop open. I stare at his muscular body, eyes drinking him in hungrily.

He takes off his pants next, leaving himself in only a pair of black boxer briefs. I can see the outline of his big cock, hard and pressing against the cotton. I stare, biting my lip, hands loose at my sides.

He takes off his briefs. He holds his cock in one hand, slowly stroking himself.

I’m breathing fast now, barely able to control myself. This is one of the most erotic moments of my life, and he’s barely touched me yet. All he needs to do is look at my body, drink in my skin, show me how much he wants me, and I’m all his.

The thought is startling, but not surprising. I already knew the truth.

I’m all his.

He’s my Daddy.

I watch as he steps closer, cock in his hand still. He reaches down, takes my hair, tips my head back. He kisses my softly.

“Show me what you think of your Daddy,” he whispers in my ear.

I take his cock with both hands. I look up at him, stroking slowly at first. His eyes burn with intense desire.

I take him between my lips, sliding his cock as far as I can into my mouth. I savor his taste, sucking him slowly, licking around his tip. He groans, grabs my hair.

I slide further down. I feel myself gag. He groans, I pull back, he pushes me down. I gag again. I suck him faster, sliding my hand along his shaft. He’s so big, so intense. I can barely handle him.

I get his cock nice and wet. I don’t hold back. I can feel myself moaning, almost like it’s from some kind of distance, like my body is someone else’s. I can feel the moans escaping my chest as I suck him faster, my breasts bouncing, my hands on his big shaft.

He groans, pulls my hair, pulls his cock out. He leans over, kisses my lips. “Perfect,” he whispers. “Fucking perfect.”

I pull back as he brings me to my feet. I stumble back and run into his bed, eyes wide. He drops to his knees, pushing me down, pinning me there and spreading my legs wide.

I gasp as his tongue finds my pussy. He licks me, lapping me up, sliding all over my skin. I groan as he pushes two fingers deep inside of my pussy. I arch my body, writhe my hips, pleasure spreading all over, every inch of my skin.

I can barely control myself. It’s like this moment was made for me.

I grasp his hair, hold it tight. He fucks my pussy with his fingers, licking my clit, eating me up. I roll my hips, pleasure rocking through my skin.

He pulls back, stands up, and kisses me. I sit up, pressing my body against his, taking his cock in my hand. I stroke him fast, needing it badly, losing myself to desire.

He groans softly. “You’re so fucking sexy, you know that, Clara?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I say. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”

He groans, pulls my hair. I gasp as he kisses my back, my breasts. He bites a nipple, teases me, pulls me up to my feet.

I groan as he turns me around, pushes me down again.

“That’s right, you’ll be whatever I want,” he says. He spanks my ass, nice and hard. “You’ll do whatever I want. Give me whatever I want. Because you know what’s good for you.”

“What’s good for me, Daddy?”

“Me,” he says, eyes wicked and intense.

He spanks me again before grabbing my ass and spreading it wide. He drops down, licks me top to bottom, before teasing my pussy with his cock.

I groan as he sinks himself inside of me. I look over my shoulder, staring at him like I can barely handle his size. Truth is, I barely can, even after feeling it already.

He slowly strokes in and out of me, but I’m not patient enough for that. I start to move my hips, riding back and forth along his length. He grunts, slaps my ass, squeezes it. I’m going to have a bruise and that only makes me feel more excited.

He starts to fuck me harder, holding onto my hips. He grabs my hair in one fist, pulling it back, hip in his other palm. He grips my waist, holds me there, pins me down and fucks me.

It’s like I’m his, completely and utterly. All I have to do is give myself up to him, let him fuck me however he wants, and I’ll get the pleasure I so desperately need.

This is what he means. This is what it means for him to be my Daddy, for him to take care of me.

He fucks me rough, faster, deeper. I roll my hips and back against him, bucking and wild. I’m sweating slightly, but I don’t care about that.

He pulls me back against him, whispers in my ear. “Every inch of your tight pussy feels like fucking heaven,” he says softly. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

“Tell me,” I groan.

“You get me hard every time I see you. I just think about this tight cunt and I’m so fucking hard I can barely walk. Every day, I dream about fucking you, making you scream, making you beg. You drive me wild, Clara.”

“Oh, god, Jason. Fuck me, Daddy.”

He pushes me down, thrusts into me, merciless and intense. I ride back along his huge shaft, taking him deep, feeling nothing but intense pleasure and need and desire for him.

I can feel it building inside of me, but he’s not giving it to me just yet. He pulls back, turns me over onto my back. He spreads my legs wide and pushes inside of me as he leans over and kisses my lips.

I groan into his kiss as he grinds his cock deep inside of me. I can feel bliss as he writhes against my clit, cock buried inside my pussy. I moan as he pulls back, fucking me faster.

I moan, losing myself in the moment. I’m his, completely and fully, without any reservations. Anything else disappears, any of the stress, the worry, the fear.

All of my hesitations are gone.

There’s only Jason, his body against mine. That’s all I want from him, just his flesh, his blood, his desire. His cock inside of me, pushing me to my limits, spreading me apart, driving me wild.

I can feel him building inside of me. It’s pleasure, intense and deep and sparing nothing. Every inch of my body burns with it, yearning for him, burning for him.

I gasp as he bites my nipple, pulls back and smirks.

“Not yet,” he whispers, almost as if he can sense the growing orgasm. “Not yet, Clara. You’re not ready for it yet.”

He slides back and pulls me off the bed. I stumble toward him as he kisses me, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me against his naked body. I should be cold but instead there’s sweat on my skin, heat in my breath.

He lowers me to my knees again and steps away. There’s a large dresser nearby that he opens. I sit there on my knees, throbbing with him, aching for more. I can’t believe he stopped.

“You’ve been good, Clara,” he says softly, taking something from the drawer. He carries it over to me, draped in his hands.

It’s a black scarf.

“You’ve been very good,” he repeats. “Having you around… it makes me feel something I haven’t felt in a long time. I want to give that feeling to you, too. Do you want that?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“How badly?” He bends forward, the scarf dangling in front of my eyes. I realize that it’s not a scarf.

It’s a silk blindfold.

“Badly,” I whisper.

“You’ll have to do something for me. You’ll have to go past your normal limits. Can you do that, Clara?”

“Yes,” I whisper, practically moaning for him. “Yes, please.”

“Good.” He gets behind me and wraps the blindfold around my face. “Very good.”

Darkness. The world goes black. But… not entirely.

I can still hear him breathing near me. I can feel his body, sense his skin near mine. He lifts me up to my feet again, leads me back to the bed, places me down again softly. He pushes me back, presses me down on the comforter.

I feel him spread my legs.

I’m not sure what to expect. But nothing happens. Not at first. I think he’s about to touch me, tease me, give me something more, but…

Nothing. I wait for him, but nothing.

And then something. His lips against my skin, against my nipples. He’s kissing my chest as his hand sides down between my legs.

He teases my pussy, my aching pussy. I groan as he rubs my clit, drops to his knees, starts to lick me again.

This time, there’s a new intensity. It’s like we’re moving on a new level now, a new plane of existence. I’ve left my body behind and I’m following him…

Somewhere. I don’t know where.

But it’s incredible.

“Not being able to see changes things,” he says softly. “If you can get past the fear, the discomfort, the distrust… if you can give yourself to me.”

“I can,” I groan.

“I believe you.” His fingers slip inside of me, caressing my pussy. “I know you can, Clara. It’s why I’m doing this.”

I groan, rolling my hips. I feel so good I can barely control myself. Pleasure blossoms, rolls along my skin, up through my hips. I want to kiss him, touch him, but I can’t see.

I gasp as he moves his fingers out. I feel his body against mine, my legs getting spread wide.

I feel his cock teasing my pussy before he slides himself inside of me.

I gasp. It’s like the first time. Pleasure, pain, intensity, desire. I roll my hips, pushing back against him.

“That’s right, Clara. Come back against me. Use your whole body, let yourself feel it all.”

I gasp as his cock pushes hard inside of me. He bites my shoulder, my breasts, my nipples, my lips. I roll my hips as he starts to fuck me again.

It’s like we’re picking up right where we left off. It’s like he didn’t stop to blindfold me at all.

I’m right there, right on the precipice. I can feel that orgasm inside of me, begging to get released. But he’s unrelenting.

“Stringing you along, teasing you, keeping you just on the edge,” he whispers in my ear, “that’s what you need, Clara. It’ll teach you discipline. And you need discipline. You need a Daddy to make you stronger.”

“Please,” I moan. “Just let me come. I need it so badly.”

“Not yet, little Clara, but soon.”

He pulls back, slides out from inside of me. I feel him grab my hips, roll me over, press my face against a pillow, my ass in the air.

I’m so exposed. I’m blindfolded, totally unable to see a thing, and my pussy is up in the air, my ass spread wide open. I’m dripping wet and he could do anything to me, absolutely anything.

And I want him to. I want it all, whatever he can dream up. I want him to fuck me in ways I’ve never pictured before. I want every sensation he can bring to bear and then some.

I feel his hands on my ass as his tongue licks me, top to bottom. I groan, wiggling my hips. He licks my ass, focusing there, licking all around. I groan, surprised at how good it feels as he pulls back.

“Relax, Clara,” he whispers, mouth surprisingly close to my ear.

I feel his cock press against my ass. I bite my lip, tense up. He slaps my ass. “Relax,” he says again.

I do as he says. I relax myself, calming my muscles, top to bottom. Finally, I feel him slide his huge cock inside of my ass.

I groan. I can’t see a thing as he fills me from behind. I’ve never had a man inside of my ass before and this feels…

Good. Surprisingly good.

Shockingly good.

And dirty. And wrong. And messed up.

And that makes it feel so much better.

He starts to fuck my ass. Slowly at first, but getting faster. Not rough, not too hard. He doesn’t hurt me, not any more than he has to.

But I work my hips. I stay calm, relaxed, letting myself flow with the moment.

And it feels good. He’s right. As soon as I truly let go of myself, pleasure blooms all over my skin.

“That’s right, Clara,” he whispers, almost a moan. “That’s right. I knew you were special, but this… god damn, this is beyond special. You feel so fucking good.” He spanks me, nice and hard. I let out an involuntary gasp, followed by a deep moan.

“You can do whatever you want, Daddy,” I say, practically drooling the words. “You can fuck me however you want. I want you to have everything.”

“I want you to have everything,” he says back to me. “Every inch of this cock. Every bit of pleasure. You need it, Clara. I can feel how tense you are.”

I groan. “I’m so tense, Daddy.”

“Let me take care of you then.”

He fucks me harder. I groan, rolling my hips. He reaches around and starts to work my clit as he thrusts his cock in and out, sliding deep into my ass and pulling back, pleasure and pain and intense desire all warring inside of me.

I feel him pull out of my ass. I groan, but he doesn’t relent, rubbing my clit faster. I roll my hips, pushing back against him. I feel his cock teasing my pussy and I need it so badly I can barely breathe.

He sinks his cock into my pussy. I take him deep, gasping out, breathing his name. “Daddy,” I moan.

He fucks me hard then. He fucks me hard and rough, pushing my boundaries. He continues to work my clit but he doesn’t stop fucking me, his cock pounding into my tight pussy, making my whole body shake with desire.

I know I can’t take much more. I’m close to my limits, to my breaking point. I know I need to come and there’s nothing that’s going to stop me now, not with his cock sunk deep inside my pussy, his hands on my body, his fingers on my clit.

“Go ahead,” he whispers, like he’s reading my mind. “Come for me.”

I feel it build, start to peak, and just as I start to reach that point…

He pulls off the blindfold.

The world comes rushing back. The pillows, the comforter, the room. Jason, his body tense, his face beautiful.

I come hard.

Light rushes in at the corners of my vision. Pleasure rocks my whole body as I come, every muscle tensing. I shake, spasm, unable to stop myself.

I come hard and Jason fucks me rough through it. He fucks me deep, his hands rough on my hips, keeping me in place, keeping me sliding up and down his cock.

“Fuck,” he groans. “God damn. Bounce on my cock, girl. I’m close.”

I do as he says, working my hips, sliding back and forth, up and down. I slide along his cock, letting my body do the thinking. I groan, my orgasm just starting to pass. I’m barely coming to my senses when he grips my hips.

I feel him fill me. I feel him come inside of me, deep and intense. His groans, his moans, they drive me wild. I need more, so much more. It hits me all at once.

I need this man, my Daddy.

“Fuck, girl,” he gasps. He collapses onto the bed, pulling me on top of him. I nuzzle up against his chest, breathing heavily.

I’m sweating more than I realized. I’m out of breath.

I feel spent, amazing.

“What time is it?” I manage to ask him.

He laughs softly. “Late,” he says.

“How long…?”

“I don’t know,” he admits. “A while.”

“Wow.” I laugh stupidly.

He kisses my hair. “You’re not going anywhere, you know that?”

I look up at him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he says, his face serious. “I’m cooking you breakfast. But for now, though…” He kisses my lips softly. “I’m still hungry for dessert.”

I laugh and kiss him back. I feel comfortable, incredible. If he wants me to stay the night, well…

I’ll stay as many nights as he wants.