I was furious. Not with Ashley, but with myself for allowing myself to be so obvious. In my plans and fantasies, this all went off perfectly—with Ashley having no idea who I was. But the reality of the situation was that I had executed this plan very poorly. I’d left evidence in her room, I’d run into the cops while I was trying to retrieve it, and I’d somehow let Ashley know who I was.

I was a dean at her school, but more importantly, I was her best friend’s dad. And I’d kidnapped her, spied on her, and now I was holding her as a goddamned sex slave. What I was doing was beyond wrong. It was immoral and illegal and highly unprofessional. I needed to have my head examined. But when I walked into that room and saw her sitting on that bed in the neglige I’d bought for her I lost every shred of control. That was the problem, I had absolutely no control when it came to Ashley. I was consumed by her.

As I put my clothes on in the living room I struggled with what I was going to do next. I had gone back and forth for weeks about whether or not I would keep her or if I would ultimately let her go. But the thing was, I didn’t just bring her here for myself, although that’s how things seemed to be playing out. I brought her here for her benefit too. I wanted so badly to keep her from harming herself again and this was the only way I could think to do it.

I couldn’t justify keeping her captive and isolated forever if it were just for my needs, but keeping her from hurting herself—that was important. Surely anyone would be able to see that. But I knew that wasn’t the case at all. If anyone knew about what I’d done I’d go straight to jail. No one would view me as Ashley’s savior, because I was her captor. I was harming her.

Not to mention that, if Samantha ever recovered and came home, I had no idea how I would conceal Ashley. How could my wife and I possibly live a normal life with a goddamned girl hidden away in our house? There was no way Samantha would understand why I had to keep Ashley here, and then I’d have two potentially suicidal women on my hands.

But none of that mattered now because the cops found me in Ashley’s room and she knew who I was. There didn’t seem to be any way I could keep her here. But that had been the plan all along. That I’d keep her here without her knowing anything about who I was. But now that she knew, everything was ruined. I had no idea what I was going to do.

After a couple of drinks I decided to go in and talk to her. I opened her bedroom door and walked in, but was confused when I saw the surprised look on her face. She sat up on the bed and stared at me with her mouth open like she was in shock.

“Ashley, we need to talk.”

“It is you,” she said, staring at me with wide eyes. “I didn’t … how did you … I don’t … It’s really you!”

Ashley crawled across the bed, her naked body so incredibly cute and sexy at the same time. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her, but the words she was saying didn’t make sense. “Are you saying you didn’t know it was me?” I moved closer to the bed, wanting to grab her and push her back down on her stomach so that her ass was offered up to me, but I had to tear my eyes away from that incredible body of hers and focus. “But you said my name.”

She was standing now, but not moving toward me. She looked a bit scared, like she had done something wrong—her delicate fingers threading a bit of hair in between her pink lips. “I … I didn’t know. I mean, I wanted it to be you, I fantasized that it was you … but I didn’t know.”

“What do you mean you wanted it to be me?”

“Well, you … I mean, Sir reminded me so much of you, that I just sort of … pictured you.”

“You mean, all through the camming sessions? Even after I kidnapped you? All this time you’ve wanted it to be me?”

Ashley’s face turned red and she squirmed around a bit, twisting her feet and looking down at the ground and looking infinitely more fuckable in the process. If that was even possible.

“Well, I …” she started, but looked almost in tears because of her embarrassment. As if she were the one who had done something wrong. “I’ve always wanted it to be you, Drake.” Her words came out so softly they were almost unintelligible. “Always.”

I moved closer to her and put my arms around her. I could feel her trembling under my touch. “Ashley,” I said as I buried my face in her soft, golden hair while my hands moved across the soft skin of her back, then further to her plump ass cheeks.

“I didn’t think that it was even possible—that you would be interested in me, your daughter’s friend. I always felt so inferior compared to Jessica’s mom. She’s so sophisticated and beautiful and I’m nothing like her at all.”

“I wouldn’t want you to be like her, Ashley. You’re absolutely perfect,” I said, pulling her head away and looking into the sweetest eyes I’d ever seen. Eyes that I’d wanted to look into ever since I brought her here. I’d seen them on camera, but there was whole world between us then. Now there were here right in front of me and everything inside me melted. I brushed her hair back and lowered my lips to her forehead, closing my eyes and allowing the feelings that I had for her to fill me.

“Do you really think that? Even after everything—” she asked.

“Shh.” I brought my lips down her cheek and then to her jaw, and just before I kissed her lips I moved my hands up so that they held her head back. “I’ve always thought that you were perfect, Ashley.” When my lips finally touched hers, I felt her body melt against mine. I moved my hands down and cupped her perfect ass with one, while I supported her back with the other. She moved backward effortlessly, her body bending with every movement of mine.

With her head thrown back and her neck exposed to me, I trailed kisses down her jaw. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I growled as my lips moved lower and lower, now at the sexy dip in between her collar bones. My hand was still holding one of her ass cheeks and I gripped it hard, pressing her stomach into my throbbing cock.

I heard sexy little moans escape from her mouth with each touch of my lips and each step as I pushed her backward across the room and onto the bed. But when I started to get on top of her she stopped me. Her eyes looked up into mine and I thought I was going to loose it right then. “I meant what I said. I want you inside me. I want you to be my first … Sir.”

“You can call me Drake, if you’d like.”

“Really? I’ve never called you that before,” she said with a shy smile.

“Well, you just did about a half hour ago.”

“Oh, yeah. I guess I did.” Ashley laughed, then a completely serious look came over her face. “I want you to be my first, Drake. If that’s what you want.”

I could barely breathe. It was all I’d thought about for so long that I swear to god it had already happened at least a hundred times. A thousand. I wanted nothing more than to watch her beautiful face as I slid my cock into her tight, little pussy, but now that it was actually happening I couldn’t do it. Not yet, anyway. There were other things I wanted first. To work my way up to the main event so that we were both exploding from anticipation when it came. And when I came inside her.

What I wanted right now was to see her lips wrapped around my cock. “I will,” I said, my eyes burning into hers. “You’d better fucking believe I’ll be the first inside you. ”

“But not today? Not right now?” she asked, her eyes so sad it almost broke my heart.

“I promise you, it will be worth the wait,” I said, dropping my lips to hers and letting them linger until the tension filled my body and threatened to shoot right out of my cock.

I stood up and took off my shirt, then let my pants drop to the floor, and there it was. What I’d been waiting for. The look on her face when she saw what was coming to her. What belonged to her.

“Oh my God,” she said, her eyes glued to the massive rod jutting out in front of her. “It’s so huge.”

The innocence in those words was priceless. Even with all her cam girl experience and her telling me that she would do anything for me—no matter how nasty or filthy it was—I knew she had very little real world experience and I doubted that she’d seen anything like it before.

“Are you ready for this?” I asked, a smile curling up at the side of my mouth. I couldn’t wait to see how much of me she could swallow—then train her to take it all down her throat. Inch by fucking inch. She was going to be a perfect little submissive.

She surprised me by sliding off the bed and getting on her knees in front of me. “Yes, Sir. I’m ready.”

As much as I’d thought about watching my cock disappear into her virgin pussy, sliding my cock in between those perfect, pink lips while those blue eyes gazed up at me was a close second. But right now, as those lips parted and those eyes stared up at me, it seemed like the most important thing in the world.

I placed one hand on top of Ashley’s head and the other around my cock, my index finger and my thumb not even touching. My hand slid down to the side of her head and I caressed her cheek while her eyes examined the massive head of my cock.

“Eyes up here, sweet pea.”

The clear sea blue of her eyes was immediately visible. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“I know,” I smiled.

I traced those pink lips with the head of my cock, watching the skin drag across the silvery gloss she always wore. Her lips always looked like they were ready to be invaded.

I sucked my breath in when her tiny tongue slithered out of her mouth and flicked across my sensitive skin. Then, as Ashley’s mouth opened and her tongue swirled around to the bottom, I inserted the head into the space she made for me. But there was no way she could have anticipated what was coming—even with her eyes wide open. I watched her eyes grow wider as she strained to fit just the head into her mouth. When the ridge was past her lips they closed down around the shaft, but there was a good three-quarters of my cock still visible.

“That’s it, Ashley, take it nice and slow.”

Her eyes were still trained on mine, almost closing each time I thrust into her mouth, but then opening up again when I pulled out a little, sending me dangerously close to the edge.

“Fuck, your lips are so perfect,” I growled as I gripped the hair on either side of her head, sending my cock in a bit further with each thrust. Ashley’s cheeks were puffing out and her lips were stretched wide but she did everything she could to let me in deeper. I felt her tongue flatten out against the bottom of my shaft, which I knew was a trick girls used to stop the gag reflex. I almost came right there and then from the knowledge that she wanted to please me so much that she was pushing herself.

Tears started to form in her eyes as my cock slid a bit further down her throat. I was too far gone now. I wasn’t the man who wanted to protect her anymore—the one who would die before he saw her hurt. Now I was the man who was seconds from cramming his cock as far down Ashley’s throat as he could, no matter how many tears she shed.

I became hypnotized by her eyes and the movement of my cock in and out of her mouth. I watched every single movement of hers with utter amazement: the blink of her lids, the twitch of her head, the tears and saliva running down her face. Before I knew it, my cock was halfway inside her mouth. That sight and those beautiful eyes still looking up at me was all it took to send me over the edge.

My body shook as my load shot straight into Ashley’s mouth. I could feel her throat close around me with each swallow, the muscles slowly milking the last drop out of my quivering cock.