I opened my eyes and looked around the room, the morning light filtering in through a large french window. It took me a moment to remember where I was, but when I did a smile spread across my face. I stretched in the soft bed and felt the luxurious fabric move across my skin just like the previous morning, only this time I knew whose bed I was in and who these sheets belonged to.

Sir, I thought as I lay there thinking about what had happened over the last few days. I’m with him in his house.

I couldn’t believe it was Sir that had kidnapped me and brought me here. I supposed that I should have been angry with him, and scared of what was going to happen to me, but I wasn’t. I was a bit nervous about whether or not I’d be able to please him, but other than that I really didn’t care that he had kidnapped me.

No, that’s not true. I did care. I was glad that he’d done it—that he had made me his. I was tired of my old life—of the idiot boys and the responsibilities—and I was starting to get burnt out on camming. I’d read enough online to know that once the burnout set in, it wasn’t long before most girls just walked away from it. And I didn’t want to think about what I would do if I wasn’t camming, or how I would spend my time. It sounded more lonely and isolating than being kept in a room by a stranger. But I didn’t consider Sir a complete stranger, even though I’d never actually seen him.

If I had to be honest, I preferred my life before college. I didn’t want to leave the hospital where they sent me after my parents died. For months I had my meals prepared for me and my bills payed. I didn’t have to worry about setting and alarm or making it anywhere on time. If I was late for therapy I had an attendant there ushering me down the hall to my doctor’s office. It was so easy. Since I’d been out in the real world, I actually felt like my sense of freedom had decreased. Everything about being on my own felt less free than living where someone else took care of my life for me.

I’d never felt so trapped in my life than when I was hanging out with my boyfriend and his asshole friends while they acted like utter jackasses, making derogatory comments to anyone on Twitch that they thought wasn’t cool enough. Or a girl. But I especially felt trapped when my boyfriend would want me to fuck him. The more I thought about him the more it made my skin crawl to think that I’d even consider letting him be my first.

I wanted the first man who stuck his cock in me to be a real man—a tall, dark, sexy man. I knew I was living in a fantasy world thinking it could be him, because, as far as I knew, Jessica’s dad didn’t even know I existed anymore. Even though he was the head of my department at Westshire and had been my best friend’s dad, I hadn’t seen him or talked to him in over a year. Not since before the accident.

But when I thought about what happened last night with Sir, I felt incredible. Like I was finally where I was supposed to be. And I would never tell Sir this, but it felt like I was with Jessica’s dad—the way I always imagined he would be, anyway. I couldn’t believe how much he smelled like Jessica’s dad, too. I figured it had to be because they were both wealthy men. That was just the way rich men smelled.

While I was masturbating for him—after he bent down so close that his masculine scent practically invaded me—I fell into one of my favorite fantasies. A memory of something I saw that happened between Jessica’s parents that has probably made me hornier than any thought I’ve ever had my whole life. It was something I’d spent hours thinking about, and masturbating to, especially during the long days and nights in the hospital.

We were all on a vacation. Jessica’s parents had a beach house about two hours away and they invited me and my parents there for a week one summer. Our parents didn’t spend a lot of time together, but this one summer we somehow convinced them to take a two week vacation together—all six of us. The house wasn’t super fancy, but it was still something that my parents would never have been able to afford on their own.

It was a two level house that had a lot of windows and a wrap around porch on both stories. From inside the house, the ocean was visible from at least one window of every room. We each had our own bedrooms—even Jessica and I—although we spent the majority of every day together. But at night I slept alone in my own room, watching the shadows that the wind-bent trees made through the windows and listening to the waves crash.

Every room on the second floor—most of them bedrooms—had a large french door that led out onto the upper balcony, and after the sun had gone down and it seemed like everyone was asleep, I went out there to check out the full moon. It lit up the whole sky and a huge, rippling patch of the ocean, reflecting off the waves and lighting up the sandy beach.

While I was out there, I heard some noises coming from one of the rooms that faced the back of the house. I wasn’t sure whose room it was, but I had an idea. I moved silently across the wooden balcony and peered around the corner of the french doors that looked into the room where the noises were coming from. What I saw took my breath away.

Jessica’s parents were half naked, her mother with her skirt pulled up around her waist and no panties on, and her father wearing a white shirt that was unbuttoned and some black slacks. She was bent over the end of the bed with her ass in the air and he was standing behind her, with his massive cock in his hand. I’d seen it in that picture a while back, but looking at it now—with everything around to give it proper perspective—it looked gargantuan. I just stared at it while his hand moved up and down the shaft, his eyes on his wife’s ass.

He grabbed a handful of her hair and he pulled on it, causing her to bend backward and cry out. While still holding his cock in his hand, he let go of her hair and pushed her forward on the bed so that her head was down, but her ass was even higher in the air. Then he brought his right hand down on her ass. Hard.

His cock was sticking out in front of him, and I could have sworn that when he spanked her it got even harder. When she cried out, he grabbed her hair again and spoke directly in her ear. His voice was low, but I could hear what he said. He said ‘Shut up or they’ll all hear you,’ then he asked her if that’s what she wanted—if she wanted everyone to know what a filthy slut she was. She said no with a soft cry in her voice and he continued to spank her.

I stood there and watched as he gave her ten hard smacks on her ass—I know because I counted each one. Then he reached down and felt her pussy. He told her that she was incredibly wet. He said ‘You are a filthy slut, aren’t you?’ Then he pushed her ass forward so that it was spread apart in front of him and he buried his face in between her red ass cheeks. She squirmed around like crazy, gripping the bedspread and moaning.

Then he spoke out loud to her. “Show me. Show me how much you want to come for me.”

Jessica’s mom reached her hand underneath her stomach and when her ass started gyrating slowly I knew she was playing with her clit. He watched her while he gripped his cock again, sliding his hand up and down its massive length. Then, as her body started to convulse, he plunged the whole thing inside her with one hard thrust while she screamed into the down comforter.

I continued to watch as he gripped her hips and pounded into her, his face still glistening with her juices and his incredibly sculpted chest and stomach muscles flexing with each thrust. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of his body and almost got caught watching them. They both cried out when they came, Jessica’s mom collapsing onto the bed. But her dad, after staggering back a couple steps, immediately walked over to the french doors and out onto the balcony.

As soon as I saw him head my way, I ran back around the corner and to my own room, but I was terrified that he’d either heard my footsteps or saw me as I was running away. But he never said a word to me, of course. And didn’t act any differently toward me for the rest of the vacation. He always acted pretty indifferent to me, anyway. I mean, he was always friendly, but never gave me any of the secret looks I’d always tried to will him to give me.

Sometimes I’d stare at him for entirely too long just to see if I could communicate with him somehow—if I could make him look directly at me by just using my mind. But it never worked. And because I rarely saw Jessica’s parents, I didn’t really have many opportunities to test it out. That vacation was one of the few times I actually got to see him for more than the few seconds I was coming or going to Jessica’s room in their regular home.

And if I thought I had a crush on him after seeing the pictures on her mother’s iPad, after that vacation I was done for. He was all I thought about for months. He was part of the reason that I … well, that I was in the hospital for so long.

I figured it really wasn’t so bad for me to close my eyes and pretend that it was really him I was with. I didn’t have to tell anyone. It was my own little secret.

I rolled over on my side and picked up the piece of paper that I’d put on the nightstand after Sir left the room last night. I opened it up and read it to myself for the third time since he put it in my hand.

He didn’t say anything about how long I’d be here or what we’d be doing, although I already knew the answer to that second question. I was here for sex, that was obvious. But would I be some sort of sex slave that he kept alone and in the dark all day and night until he wanted to use me? I wasn’t in a dark room right now, so that probably wasn’t going to be the case. But even if it was, the idea didn’t bother me very much. The idea of giving myself to someone like that actually made my heart skip a beat. But it was a really happy skip.

I jumped when I heard a knock at the door and immediately found the blindfold and tied it around my head.

“I’m ready for you, Sir,” I called out. Within seconds I heard the lock on the door click and I felt a presence in the room. I was incredibly disappointed when, after something was set on the nightstand next to me and a piece of paper was slipped into my hand, I heard the door close and lock again.

I pulled the blindfold off and looked at the note. It told me to enjoy my breakfast and my day. That was it. Nothing more about when he’d be back or when he was going to let me feel his cock. And since I was still so caught up in my fantasy about Jessica’s dad, I couldn’t help wondering how Sir’s cock would compare.