I feel something tugging at me, pulling at me, but I don’t know what it is. I’m afraid of it, but it also feels good. I try to struggle and run, but I can’t.

Slowly, I wake up from my dream, the embers of it still alight in my mind. I’m confused, because the weak morning light is barely creeping in through the windows.

I try to adjust myself, but I can’t. I realize with a moment of panic that my wrists are bound to the headboard of the bed.

My eyes shoot open as fear and panic race through me. I struggle, but the binds are tight, expertly tied.

“It’s okay. Don’t fight it.”

I turn my head and see Carson standing next to my bed, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, his muscular body intense in the weak morning light.

“Carson?” I ask. “What’s going on?”

“I had a rough night,” he says softly, leaning over me.

“What happened? Why am I tied up?”

“I decided to take my frustrations out on you.” He kisses my neck softly. “I’m sorry if I frightened you.”

“I was dreaming,” I say. “A nightmare, I think.”

“You’re awake now.” He reaches down and lifts my shirt up over my breasts before kissing my chest and teasing my nipples with his tongue.

“I can feel that,” I say, fear slowly subsiding, replaced by excitement. The adrenaline from the momentary shock is still lingering in my body, but as I begin to feel aroused, that adrenaline only heightens the desire.

His lips tease my nipples, his teeth biting them softly, as his other hand slowly moves down between my legs. I squirm slightly as he finds my pussy and slowly begins to rub me.

“What am I going to do with you?” he asks, still slowly rubbing my pussy.

“I don’t know,” I say, biting my lip. “This is a good start, though.”

He smirks. “You like this?”

“You scared me at first.”

“I know. That was intentional. You can feel it, can’t you?”

“What?” I ask.

He slips his hand underneath my shorts and my panties before sliding two fingers deep inside of me. “The fear,” he says.

I gasp and moan slightly. “And adrenaline,” I say.

“That’s right. That’s what I want you to feel.” He presses his fingers deeper, sending waves of pleasure cascading through my body.

I want to move and squirm but I can’t. The ropes tying me to the bed are perfectly tight, holding me in place, which only intensifies the feeling.

He reaches up with his other hand and takes me by the hair, pulling my chin back. He continues sliding his fingers in and out of my pussy, fucking me with his fingers, as he kisses my lips, my hair tight in his fist. Pleasure and pain wrack my body as I struggle and squirm slightly, pressing against my bonds, trying to test my limits.

He pulls back slightly, smirking at me. “You’re struggling,” he says.

“A little,” I admit.

“Are you trying to get away from me?” He presses his fingers deep inside of me.

“No,” I gasp. “I want to feel how tight they are.”

He smirks at me, that delicious grin. “I thought so. You like being tied up, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I say, surprising myself. “I didn’t know until—ah.” He cuts me short by pressing his fingers deep again.

“I want you to like it,” he says. “But I also want you to be nervous. Nothing makes this sweeter than a little uncertainty.”

“You don’t make me nervous.” I say, gasping at the pleasure. “Not even a little bit.”

He laughs softly. “Good,” he says, and then pulls his fingers from my pussy, making the pleasure stop. I groan and look at him, annoyed. “But you should be worried that I’ll make this stop. I can take it away any time I want.” He grabs my hair and looks into my eyes. “I’m your daddy. I’m in control. Do you understand that?”

“Yes,” I say, “I understand. You’re my daddy.”

“Good girl,” he says, releasing my hair. He walks down to the end of the bed and looks at me. I’m half naked, with just some dripping wet panties, and my shirt pulled up over my breasts. My pink nipples are hard as hell and my wrists are tied to the headboard. I watch him watching me and I can’t help but notice his hard cock straining against the fabric of his cotton boxer briefs.

He gets up onto the bed and comes toward me. He takes my legs and spreads them wide, pressing his mouth down against the soaked through fabric of my panties.

“Delicious,” he says, and then he tears them off.

“Carson!” I gasp. It hurts a little bit, but mostly it’s surprising. He rips the cotton like it’s nothing. “I liked those,” I complain.

He tosses them aside. “They’re mine, just like everything else about you is mine. If I want to destroy them, I’ll destroy them.”

I pout, not really caring about the panties. The thrill reinvigorates again, gets stronger in my core, as he slowly kisses up my inner thigh. I gasp when his mouth finally finds my wet pussy. He begins to suck me and lick me gently, teasing me with his mouth, pressing one finger inside of my pussy.

I groan and want to squirm and move but I’m stuck tight. He keeps at it, licking gently, sucking gently, nibbling at my pussy, teasing me, working me, pushing me closer to my limits.

“Please,” I moan, losing myself in the moment. “I can’t take it, Carson.”

“What’s my name?” he asks.

“Daddy,” I groan. “God, please. Give me what I want.”

He pulls back but idly slips two fingers inside of me, almost as an afterthought. “What do you want?” he asks.

“You know,” I groan. “Don’t make me say it.”

“Say it,” he commands, watching my face.

“Your cock,” I groan. “Please. Just fuck me.”

“Such an impatient girl.” He slides up along me, pressing his cock between my legs, the cotton fabric between us. He puts one hand on my throat, holding me there. “You should wait until I tell you that you’re ready.”

“Yes, daddy,” I gasp as he tightens his grip slightly, grinding his cock against my puss.

He releases my throat then rolls over onto his side. I watch as he slides his boxer briefs off, revealing his thick, hard cock. He moves back down between my legs, spreading them wide, and presses his cock against my soaking pussy, teasing my entrance.

“This is what you want?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say, almost a whisper. My legs are spread wide and I’m so exposed, but I want it so badly, the exquisite pain of his cock filling my tight little pussy.

Without another word, he thrusts himself deep inside of me. I toss my head back and gasp as the pain fills me, sharp and tight. He slides back and thrusts in again, hands on my hips, and the pain slowly begins to melt into an intense pleasure that I can barely describe.

I’ve never been fucked like this before. He rocks into me, sliding his big cock in and out of my tight little cunt and I’m losing it, absolutely losing it. I grip onto the ties around my wrists and throw my head back, not afraid to moan loud, not ashamed of anything.

He leans forward over me, supporting himself with one hand, and takes my throat in the other. He fucks me deep, rough, not cutting off my air but holding me there. It sends a thrill through me, knowing that he could choke me if he wanted to, but he doesn’t. He fucks me rough, deep, and I grind my hips up against him, getting friction against my clit.

He moves back and fucks me deep, his free hand on my breasts, teasing my nipples as the hand around my throat tightens ever so slightly. I groan, rocking in against him, and he releases my throat to tease my breasts with both hands. When he’s finished, he moves back, hooking my legs over his shoulders and thrusts deep inside me, getting even deeper.

“When I’m finished fucking this tight little cunt, I’m going to come on your pretty little face,” he says. “And you’ll thank me for it.”

“Yes, daddy,” I moan.

“That’s right. You want to be my little cum slut, don’t you? You’ll suck my cock and swallow every fucking drop because you’ll do anything for me.”

“That’s right,” I moan. I love the way he talks to me. It’s so fucking filthy and wrong, and no man has ever said these things to me before.

“Good,” he groans. “I want to taste your little cunt juice, and kiss your mouth when I’m finished so you can taste it too.” He fucks me deeper, harder, not holding back. “I want to press you up against the glass out there and let the whole fucking city see your perfect fucking tits while I work your tight little cunt from behind. I’ll grab your hair and make you stare back at that, and they’ll all know how much of a slut you are for me.”

I can feel the orgasm building inside of me as his words get dirtier and dirtier. I don’t say a word because I don’t want to break the spell. I need him to keep fucking me and keep talking dirty, I’m so close.

“I’ll put a leash around your throat, tie your hands behind your back, and parade you around my office. Show everyone what the boss is fucking. And if you’re good, I’ll let you suck my cock on the conference room table, but only if you deserve it. Do you deserve it, Kylie?”

“Yes,” I moan, gasping. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

“Come for me, my little slut. Go ahead, come on my big fucking cock.”

I feel it burst through my mind, the orgasm overtaking me like fire. It tears me into pieces, destroys any semblance of negativity, and washes over me like cool clean water. My whole body tenses and spasms, but he doesn’t let up and doesn’t hold back. He keeps rocking into my pussy with his big fat cock, slamming deep into me.

Slowly, my orgasm passes, and he’s still slowly sliding in and out. When it’s through, he pulls himself out of my pussy and moves up the bed toward my mouth, stroking himself.

“Suck my cock,” he orders, and I turn my head and open my mouth. He presses his thick cock between my lips, holding my hair, and fucks my mouth.

He’s so big but I let him fuck my face. I suppress gags as best I can as he presses himself deep into my throat, groaning, and I love the way he fucks my mouth like this. He groans and grunts his pleasure as I roll my tongue around his cock, tasting my own pussy mixed with him. I love it, can’t get enough of it, as he pushes me all the way down.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Suck that cock, girl.” I move back, sliding along his shaft.

And then he groans and comes. He bursts into my mouth and throat, but I don’t stop. I swallow every single drop of him, letting it slide down my throat, and I keep going. He groans, holding onto my hair, and I lick him up, cleaning every inch of him.

When he’s finished, he unties my wrists and collapses onto the bed. I curl up next to him, hands on his muscular chest, feeling so content and sexy.

We lay like that for a few minutes, and a smile breaks across my face when I realize that he’s asleep.

I consider waking him, but decide against it. I know he’s been dealing with a lot of stress lately, and I don’t need to make it any worse. He needs some decent sleep, and I’m glad that I could help. I let myself calm and drift, and eventually I fall asleep next to him.