Fifty Five
Ayden
Two nights later, I decided to go out for a drink. I needed to find a place I’d never been to before. I wanted to keep my nose clean as Father Marcus said.
As I came upon a cigar bar in Soho, I decided if ever there was a place that didn’t match the old me, this was it. Walking inside, the cigar smoke was so thick it stung my eyes. I’d never been to a cigar bar before, but I figured if I was going to start making changes for the better than avoiding my old haunts was a good idea.
Taking a seat at the bar, I ordered a Macallan 25. As I sipped it, I wondered why Ash loved this scotch so much. It was nice and smooth, but I preferred something with more of a bite to it. Glancing about me, I second-guessed my choice of donning an Italian suit like Ash’s. I felt stiff and uncomfortable in it. I loosened the top buttons and slipped out of the suit jacket.
Sighing, I sipped the scotch.
A gorgeous brunette let out a shriek. “Ash!” She cried waving her arms over her head. The petite brunette raced across the bar towards me. She was gorgeous to put it mildly. Her tits were huge and jiggled as she ran. Her nipples were clearly defined through her tight white dress which highlighted her amazing curves. Her heels were high and I marveled at her ability to run in them.
“Ash, you never called me.” The brunette’s full pink lips turned down in a pout. I had no idea who she was, but I was definitely interested in finding out.
As she eased in next to me at the bar, she gazed at me closely. Finally, it dawned on her I wasn’t Ash. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I thought you were someone else.” Her face reddened with embarrassment.
Chuckling, I caught her hand. She was even more beautiful up close. I could smell her sweet perfume. “Don’t worry, baby. I don’t mind. A beautiful woman like you can call me anything you like as long as you call me.” I winked at her.
She grinned widely eying my muscular frame in the tight button down shirt.
Hell, I don’t know how Ash stood these rigid clothes. I wanted nothing more than to strip everything off at that moment and then strip the lovely woman next to me. “So, what is your name?” I swirled the rest of my scotch in my glass. Fuck this, I was going to order Jack and Coke next time.
“Sasha. I’m so sorry. I thought you were an old friend of mine. You look so much like him. I guess with all the smoke in here I thought you were him. I’m sorry I bothered you.” Sasha gathered her purse and stood up.
I stared down at her long, sexy legs. I imagined how they would feel wrapped around my waist. Her tits heaved against the tight fabric of her dress. She had a fantastic figure. Her long brown hair was swept to the side and cascaded across one bare shoulder.
As if I needed any further evidence that Ash had excellent taste in women.
“Good to meet you, Sasha. Can I get you a drink?” I knew I was supposed to be good. Her body was definitely an occasion to sin. God, how I wanted this woman. I wanted to strip her nude and bend her right over the bar. I could imagine her tits jiggling as I fucked her good and hard.
“Sure. So, what’s your name?” She batted her baby brown eyes at me. Her lashes were decorated heavily with mascara.
“I’m Ayden.” I finished my Macallan and ordered a Jack and Coke for us both.
I studied her as we exchanged small talk. As she turned away for a moment, I noticed she had a small tattoo of a ram’s head on her back. On her left wrist were the words ‘Daddy’s Princess’ tattooed in scrawling script. Both wrists had some light reddening as if she’d been bound recently.
Just who was her daddy? And why was he binding her wrists?
Had it been Ash?
She kept crossing and uncrossing her long legs, so I could easily see up her dress. Several times, I caught glimpses of her sweet pussy so I knew she was wearing any panties.
Definitely Ash’s type.
And mine.
“I just can’t get over it. You look so much like him.” Sasha smiled as she moved closer to me.
Damn it, I couldn’t stand these fucking suit pants! My cock was so hard it felt as though it would break off inside them. “Well, pretty Sasha, just how do you know this Ash? Is he your ‘Daddy’?” I gestured to her tattoo.
She blushed and looked down. “No, he’s not. I mean, we had a brief fling, but nothing serious.”
Grinning at her, I sensed she was looking for a new daddy.
And I desperately needed a new princess.
I ran my fingertips lightly over the tattoo.
“Interesting. So, were you out looking for your daddy?”
She held her breath as I continued to trace my fingers over her wrist. She shivered slightly. “Maybe.” She winked at me.
God, I loved it when they acted coy. I knew she wanted to get fucked and I wanted to be the one to do it. “Maybe I’m looking too.” I smirked at her. My cock was so hard I couldn’t stand it. I didn’t even know if I could make it outside with her without stripping her down.
“Well, then, Ayden, maybe it’s fate that we met.”
I felt the huge, black abyss Marcus had warned me about opening up, calling my name. I smiled at her as I moved my hand to her firm thigh. Slowly, I ran my hand up her leg until I could feel the heat from her pussy. My fingers were mere inches from her wet cunt.
I was on the edge.
“So, sweet Sasha, are you a naughty girl?” I whispered as my fingers probed ever higher. She was dripping wet.
She nodded biting her lip. Her body leaned in even closer to me.
My lips brushed her ear. “Good. Because I love punishing a naughty little girl. Daddy needs to teach Princess some manners.” I breathed the words into her ear. I felt her tense as I slipped my finger right up her pussy, curling inside of her. She was as tight and wet as I’d anticipated, clenching my finger.
A slight moan escaped her lips as I fingered her good and hard right on the barstool.
“Maybe we should go into the back,” she murmured as I felt her pussy clench around my finger. She was so close to coming.
But I wouldn’t let that happen yet. “You’re right, Princess, we should. But right now, I want you to tell me how much you love my finger inside your hungry little pussy.”
“I love you finger fucking my pussy,” Sasha whispered her eyes half closed.
“Good. Now when I take my finger out of your pussy I want you to suck it clean, Princess. Taste yourself on me.” Quickly, I eased my finger from her drenched with her juices.
Eagerly, she opened her mouth as I slid my finger in. As ordered, she sucked my finger long and hard making my cock jealous.
I felt lust for her burning inside me.
This was the type of girl Marcus had warned me about.
The kind of girl who would lead me down a dangerous, deadly path.
But one I desperately longed to go down.
“Sasha, say hello to your new daddy.” With that, I pulled her off the barstool into my arms.
As soon as we got outside, we were all over each other. But I didn’t want to just fuck her randomly in the parking lot. I wanted to take her where I could begin training her immediately. I could tell from the submissive way she’d reacted to me that she needed a new daddy as much as I needed a new princess.
I opened the door to my Mercedes and she hopped inside.
She studied my profile as I drove the short distance back to my apartment.
“Well, Sasha, what do you think? You’ve been studying me since we left.” I gunned the engine as we sat at the stoplight. The night was unusually warm for this time of year and it made me even more anxious to rip this damned button down shirt off.
Finally, I could take it no longer. I threw the car into park and ripped the shirt right off my body.
Sasha gasped in amazement when she saw how well defined I was and my arms covered in different tattoos. “Wow,” she whispered reaching out to caress my hard muscles.
“Sorry, I just couldn’t stand that fucking shirt a minute longer!” I rolled down the window allowing the cool air to caress my exposed flesh.
“You’re sure not who I thought you were.”
“You mean Ash?”
She nodded.
“You know why you mistook me for him, don’t you?”
She shook her head still running her fingers over my right bicep.
“He’s my brother.”
I laughed at her stunned expression.
“What?”
I nodded. It was the first time I’d ever said that aloud to anyone other than Ash and Amber.
“Yep. The great Ashton Blackthorne is my older brother. Can you believe?” I laughed.
“Ash is your brother? That explains a lot. You two look a lot alike. I’m sure you heard that all the time growing up.” Sasha snuggled in next to me.
“Not really. I just met him.”
Sasha looked puzzled. “What?”
I shook my head pulling my car into a parking space. “Princess, it’s a boring story, really. Let’s just talk about you and me, okay?” With that, my lips found hers. She moaned and I felt her melting into me.
This was going to be one hot night indeed.
I headed her into my place.
The door burst open as we fell against it. I spun Sasha around and pushed her dress up to her waist. Her pussy was completely shaved just the way I loved it.
She ran her hands over my bulging muscles making me shiver with delight. Her nails were long and manicured to perfection. She dug her nails into my back as I caressed her. Eagerly, she unzipped my pants and my aching cock burst out. She moaned as she gripped my cock firmly squeezing it so a bit of pre-cum glistened at the tip.
This girl was hot and good to go. I couldn’t wait to sink my cock inside her.
Gripping her tight firm ass, I picked her up propping her back against the wall. I wrenched her dress down exposing her breasts. I buried my face between her breasts kissing her, inhaling the sweet scent of her body. Her long hair fell across my face as my tongue lapped at her breasts.
My cock seized with desire and I could take it no longer. I thumbed her swollen clit for a moment making her drip with need. Finally, I eased her tight pussy down upon my hard, throbbing cock.
“Oh my God,” she moaned loudly as her fingers knotted into my hair.
Bouncing her slight frame upon my hard dick, my hands dug into the flesh of her ass. As I pounded her harder and harder, she threw her arms against the wall her hands sliding down as she melted deeper into me. “Such a good princess,” I murmured as I spun her around while still inside her. Pulling her off my cock, I threw her to the wooden floor.
Sasha jumped in surprise, but eagerly climbed to her knees grabbing my cock in her hands. Her juices glistened on it as she ran her tongue up and down my shaft.
“You like how you taste, Princess? Get used to it.” I growled as I wound her long hair around my fist.
She took my cock all the way down as if she were accustomed to blowing guys with impressive length. “Yes.” The words muffled by my cock in her mouth.
Immediately, I jerked her head back and peered down into her face. “Yes what?” I demanded.
“Yes, Sir.”
“No, Princess, it’s Daddy to you.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s better. Now finish me off.” I instructed keeping my hands atop her head as she continued taking me down her throat using a long, slurping motion. I closed my eyes briefly reveling in the pleasure her mouth was giving me.
Expertly, Sasha took my cock deep into her throat making gagging sounds as I inched my hips forward reaching further down her throat.
I could feel my cock hitting the back of her mouth making me even harder.
As she pulled away, a long string of saliva extended from the tip of my cock to her lips. She licked them as she gazed up at me with her gorgeous baby brown eyes. She gave me a saucy wink as she cupped my balls with her left hand before sucking the head of my cock.
Pressure was building within me and I felt myself close to coming. I wanted to see if my new princess could handle my load.
Instantly, I lurched forward as I kept my hands wound tightly in her silky brown hair. I exploded deep within her throat. Overwhelmed by the amount of cum I dumped down her throat, Sasha gagged attempting to pull away.
Anticipating her reaction at how much I’d come, I held her fast to my cock. “Swallow it, Princess, every last drop,” I commanded.
I watched as she struggled to swallow. Finally, I allowed her to pull away.
Huge globs of come and saliva poured from her mouth as she gasped for air.
“Very good, Princess. Now see the mess you made. I want you to use your fingers to scoop the rest of that up and lick your fingers clean.” I gestured to the small puddle of sticky substance on the floor.
Hungrily, she looked up at me. She looked so wanton, so sexy kneeling there like that. Her legs were spread wide and her delicious pussy was dripping wet. Her tits hung full and lush with her nipples erect. “Yes, Daddy.” She leaned forward giving me an excellent view of her tight ass. Deliberately, she touched her fingers to the come on the floor and held them to her mouth. Slowly, she kept her eyes locked with mine as she sucked the come from her fingertips. She reached up to place her hands on my muscled thighs. She tossed her head back to remove the hair from her eyes. Her little pink tongue flicked out to get the tiny bit of come from the corner of her mouth. “Please, Daddy, can I have some more?”
I had been right.
Sasha would be the perfect princess for me.