I’m exhausted when we get back to Carson’s house. I feel foolish and silly for running away, but relieved that he came after me.

I was prepared to give it all up for him. Maybe he doesn’t see it this way, but I was willing to walk away from this for his sake, not for mine. I didn’t accept his mother’s money, though I did let her buy me a plane ticket and give me a small amount of money to start over in a new city. I couldn’t show up somewhere with nothing in my pockets again and risk being homeless, so I had to take that much, just a few hundred. But I wasn’t doing it for the money, not even a little bit.

All of the reasons I was going to run away are still valid. I’m still a distraction to him and we’re still in danger from his brother, but now at least I know that he doesn’t care. He wants me here anyway. He didn’t have to come for me, he could easily have just let me leave. But the fact that he came speaks to much more than I could have guessed. I never expected it in a million years, and when he showed up at the terminal, I felt something solidify inside of me and grow roots deep into my core.

I head into my room while he pours drinks out in the kitchen. I slip out of the dress, but before I can put something else on, the door to my room slowly opens.

I look over at him, and I’m wearing only my bra and panties, a matching black pair. He’s not wearing his tie or his jacket, and his sleeves are rolled up over his elbows. He’s holding a single drink in his hand as he looks at me, a small smirk on his face.

I blush slightly. “I’ll be out in a second,” I say.

“I don’t think you will.” He steps into my room and closes the door.

I look at him and cover myself slightly. “I guess you have something else in mind.”

“Hard not to, looking at you right now.”

My blush grows deeper, though I don’t know why. He just has this power over me. He walks into the room and toward me, and I back up until I feel the footboard against the backs of my legs. He stops just in front of me, and I’m breathing deep, excitement coursing through my body.

“You almost ran away from me,” he says softly.

I nod and look away. “I’m sorry.”

“You mean, ‘I’m sorry, daddy.’ Say it.”

“I’m sorry, daddy.”

“Good girl.” He knocks back his drink and then tosses the glass over his shoulder. It hits the ground and then rolls away. “Get down on your knees.”

I stare at him for a second before slowly obeying. He smiles and unbuckles his belt and pulls it out of belt loops of his pants.

“You’ve been bad,” he says. “Very bad. You know that?”

“Yes,” I say. “I’m sorry, daddy.”

“You are sorry. But you still need to be punished.” He turns and walks over to one of the dressers. I watch as he opens it up and takes out a black silk rope. He comes back over to me, a devilish smirk on his face.

“Stay still,” he commands. He takes my wrists and puts them behind my back. I stay still as he ties my wrists together behind me, making sure the rope is tight. I flex but can’t move at all.

“Good,” he whispers. “Perfect.” He steps back and looks at me. “There’s nothing sexier than a woman on her knees, wrists tied behind her back. I can do anything I want to you right now. Do you like that?”

“Yes,” I say honestly, excitement pumping through me.

“Come,” he says, and helps me to my feet. He lifts me up and places me down on the bed. “On your stomach.”

I turn and end up on my stomach, facing the edge of the bed. He grunts and runs his hands down my back, cupping my ass, before sliding his fingers up along my pussy. I groan as he rubs me like that, and I lift my hips so that he can get me more easily.

I close my eyes, pleasure rocking through me. But suddenly he stops, and when I look back up, he brings his belt down on my ass.

He doesn’t hit me hard, but I gasp, surprised. He smirks at me. “You thought this was going to be all fun?” he asks.

I whimper a little. “I didn’t know.”

He unbuttons his pants and pulls them down. His cock is hard as hell as he pulls off his briefs. He strokes himself with one hand and hits me again with the belt with the other, a little bit harder. I gasp at the thwack of the leather on my skin.

He releases the belt and then goes back to rubbing my pussy, mingling pleasure with pain. After a second of that, he smacks me twice more, making me gasp and then making me moan again.

“Good,” he whispers. “Now, open your mouth, little slut.”

I do as he commands. He slides his cock into my mouth, between my lips, and down my throat. I gag slightly, but when I do, he whips me.

I suck his cock, his hips pumping into my mouth. I groan as he whips me again, his cock in my mouth, and pleasure rocks through me. I’m more aroused than I ever have been before. I can’t believe it, but getting my ass whipped by my daddy’s belt turns me on so much, especially with his cock in my mouth.

He releases the belt and pulls his cock from my mouth, rubbing my pussy again. I moan loudly, losing myself in this moment. He grabs my hips and pulls me up onto my knees, feeling my breasts from behind as he removes my bra. He unties my wrists and brings my arms in front of me and above before binding my wrists again and tying them to the bed’s upper canopy.

I’m kneeling with my hands tied above my head as he grabs the belt again. He whips my ass twice.

“Look at your perfect skin,” he says. “All red from my belt. Do you like that, Kylie?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” I moan. “I don’t know what I like right now.”

“Good,” he says. He takes my panties and slides them off of me, leaving me completely naked. “Spread your legs.”

I do as he commands. He gets down on his back and slides himself underneath me, and begins to lick my pussy. I groan, my head tossed back as he works my clit, sucking and licking me, bringing pleasure roaring back, overwhelming the pain, mixing it all in my mind.

After a moment of that, he slides himself further down, until his cock is directly beneath me. I have enough room that I could lower myself down onto him, but I don’t know what I’m allowed to do.

“Good,” he says. “You’re learning.”

I look over my shoulder at him. “I just want to do whatever my daddy tells me.”

“Then ride that fucking cock, girl, and shut your mouth.”

I gasp as he grabs my hips and pulls me down, sliding his cock up and deep inside of me. The pain is less intense this time, and I get used to his size much faster as I begin to writhe and work my hips, riding his cock as he thrusts into me.

It feels incredible to be tied up like this while he fucks me, hips pumping into my pussy. I work down against him, grinding down and riding him, working his big cock. He slaps my ass as I move, my pussy dripping wet, sliding along his thick shaft.

“That’s right,” he groans. “You’re a bad little slut, aren’t you? Riding my fucking cock. You wanted to run away, but now you’re tied up in your room. This is what you deserve.”

“Yes,” I gasp, head tossed back. “I deserve this.”

“Your tight little cunt deserves to get fucked, spread wide, destroyed. You want me to break your little pussy wide open, don’t you?”

“Rip me apart,” I moan, deep and guttural, surprising myself.

He grunts with pleasure and tears into me, fucking me hard. I work back against him, hair spilling down my back, sweat dripping along my body. He suddenly grabs my hips, stopping the pleasure, and pulls out, rolling to the side. He gets up on his knees, unties the ropes from the canopy top, and transfers them to the headboard. He ties me up there, wrists still together. I hold onto it as he pulls my legs open.

I look over my shoulder and watch him take his belt across my ass again. I gasp, pain coming through my mind, but groan as he presses his cock deep inside of me.

“Oh fuck,” I say, confused by the sensation.

He starts fucking me slowly. He whips my ass again which makes me buck back against him harder, wanting more pleasure to counteract the pain. It’s all so intense that I can barely tell the two sensation apart. He whips me again, and again, as he fucks me harder, cock splitting me wide.

I can feel the orgasm working up my spine. I know I can’t stop it even if I tried at this point. He whips me again, pumping deep into me, and I’m ready for the climax, I need it. He fucks me rough, deep, like an animal, and my moans are coming out fast and unreserved.

The orgasm tears through me then. He slaps my ass with the belt one more time, this time hard, just as the orgasm creeps up my spine and crests. The pain and the orgasm mix in my brain and explode through my body, making it so intense that I can barely stand it. I try to squirm away but he doesn’t let me, keeping the pleasure going, ripping into me with his thick cock.

Slowly I can stand the pleasure as it softens in intensity. I look over my shoulder at him, panting and covered in sweat, but he groans and grabs my hair. He rips into me, long and hard thrusts, and groans.

He comes deep inside of my pussy. I gasp as I feel him fill me, moaning to encourage him, wanting every drop of him.

We finish together, and slowly he unties me. We collapse onto the bed and he wraps his arms around me, holding me tight.

“That wasn’t too much?” he asks me.

I shake my head. “Not at all,” I say, and giggle softly. “That last one. Wow.”

He smiles. “I thought you’d like that.”

“I didn’t know it could feel so... intense.”

“I can show you more. A lot more. But I thought that was a good step.”

I kiss his lips softly. “Perfect.”

He holds me tight like that, and I know I made the right decision. I know that running away wasn’t the right thing to do. Running away wouldn’t have solved anything or made it any easier for him, and I would have been depriving both of us of whatever this is.

I’m glad I didn’t get on that plane. I’m thankful that he came for me. And I hope I’ll keep him coming as long as I can.