Chapter 2
I let out a sigh of relief as I slid into the back of my Town Car and motioned to Michael, my driver, to pull out into the early evening traffic.
"Your mother called again," said Tanya, my PA, scaring the shit out of me as she continued scrolling through her Blackberry without bothering to even glance in my direction.
"Tanya, how many times have I told you not to hijack my car?" I asked, and she looked at me with one eyebrow arched in condescension. Tanya was beautiful - you'd have to be blind to miss it - with long, strawberry blonde hair and tight body. We had been friends since she came from Russia as a college exchange student.
She also preferred pussy, so I had never even contemplated going there.
She usually acted like a bitch, but she kept me in line and didn't judge me for my strange quirks, so I couldn't really complain.
"Can you honestly tell me that if I was not here right now, that you would have called your mother? She's been blowing up your phone for the last week and I understand that you're trying to avoid her, but for my sake, call her. I'm running out of excuses as to why you can't get to the phone." I sighed, knowing that this day would come, and pulled my Blackberry out of my pocket to dial my mother's number.
"Edward, it's about time you called," she scolded once she picked up.
"Hello to you, too, mother," I said dryly, but she ignored me and charged on.
"I understand that you're busy and all, but I'm your mother. Don't I deserve at least a few minutes of your time?" she asked haughtily.
"Of course, Mother." I sighed and loosened my tie. It was better to indulge her than to try and explain that I was very busy...you know, being Senator and all. "How have you been?"
"I am glad you asked," she gushed, immediately making me wish I hadn't asked. "I had lunch with Congressman Stanley's wife today. You know, they have such a lovely daughter, and she's around your age and single, though I can't understand why. She's such a well-mannered and pretty girl." I withheld a groan, and fought against the instinct to slam my head against the window.
This was why I avoided my mother. She had somehow gotten it into her head that she needed to find me a wife to give her grandchildren. She couldn't understand why such a handsome, successful man like myself hadn't already been snatched up - her words, not mine. If only she knew, I thought wryly.
Don't get me wrong, I had been in relationships. I was just never able to stick it out for over a year, let alone, pledge myself to live the rest of my life with the woman in question. The women that my mother threw at me were socialites and daughters of political figures. Women who would lie like a cold fish beneath me and hardly participated when I fucked them.
Sure, sex wasn't the basis of a relationship, but it wasn't something I was willing to go without just because they felt it was more of an obligation than a pleasurable way to spend the afternoon.
I ended up thinking that it was more me that was the problem than the women.
I wanted complete and utter control and that was something that they weren't willing to give me. They were independent women who liked to shop and have lunch with their friends, not wait at my beck and call.
I wanted someone who would listen to my every word and place every decision in my hands. I wanted someone to have complete faith and trust in me to deal with everything, someone who, no matter what they were doing, would immediately drop it if I asked them to.
Someone who, if they disobeyed me, I could punish in any way I saw fit. But most of all, I wanted someone who would writhe and scream out when I fucked them, someone who would beg for me to put my cock in their mouth and would let me fuck them everywhere and anywhere I pleased. Was that really so wrong?
According to some people, yes, it was sick and twisted, and fuck if those people weren't the kind that I spent all my days around.
Tanya had finally stepped in, growing tired of my brooding and sullen moods, and asked me what was stuck up my ass - her words. After swearing her to secrecy, I had told her everything, and instead of slapping me around the head and calling my chauvinistic, she had given me the address of a sex therapist.
After blocking out all reasons that Tanya would have such information, I had gone and spoken to Dr. Brandon, a small, dark haired woman with elfin features. She had listened, taken notes, and given me some websites to look at, stating that it was something that I had to dig into, to find the exact avenue that the desire stirred from.
I ended up researching BDSM, D/s, S and M, bondage, and all kinds of different sexually deviant types of relationships. It was only when I stumbled upon a video where a man with a naked woman bent over his lap as he spanked her and she cried out 'Daddy' that I found my 'avenue.'
At first, I was disgusted with myself for wanting something like that, but after tentatively telling Dr. Brandon - all the while hoping she wouldn't have me carted off for pedophilia - she had been quick to reassure me that it wasn't a child I wanted, but a woman pretending to be one.
It was called Age Play, and she informed that it was a more common fetish than what I would think. There were many different degrees of Age Play, and I found myself with my pants around my ankles, stroking my cock as I researched them.
I scrolled through galleries of pictures of women, their tits spilling over the fabric of their tight, short, cute dresses as they bent over to show their asses. Women who were chewing innocently on the ends of ponytails as they fingered themselves. Women in stockings, corsets, and garters, as they lay over their Daddy's lap to take their punishment.
I knew then and there that was what I wanted. I wanted to be someone's Daddy.
I wasn't under some delusion that I didn't - eventually - want to settle down and maybe have kids, but I had to find a woman who could love all of me, every dirty, deviant part of me, not just the pretty parts.
"Edward, are you even listening to me?" my mother demanded as I tuned back into what she was saying.
"Of course I am, Mother," I soothed, "I have to go now, the Mayor just walked in. Say hi to Dad for me." I ignored her cries of protest and ended the call, leaning back into my seat with a sigh.
"I can't believe you used Mayor Cheney as your scapegoat," Tanya said, a smirk playing on her lips, telling me that she had enjoyed every minute of my pain - nothing unusual there.
"What else did you expect me to do? I don't need to know the gossip of every person in the state," I grumbled.
"Yeah, but knowing your mother, she's already planning on taking the Mayor's wife out for lunch to see if you were lying." Tanya snickered.
"I'll cross that bridge when I come to it," I informed her and nearly died with relief as we pulled up to one of my apartments that I had dotted around the city.
I had bought them when I had first realized that while I knew what kind of fetish I had harboured, I actually needed to find someone to go along with that without outing me to the public. My apartments gave me the necessary anonymity without alerting anyone to my whereabouts and to who I spent that time with. It wouldn't exactly look good for the Senator to be a sexual deviant.
Enter Tanya, who - for reasons I refuse to ask about - had contacts with some Escort companies in the area.
It took me a while to be comfortable in my role of "Daddy" but with the necessary pushes, I found that I could ease into it without the worry that I would mess up or take things too far. I found my limits and I found confidence, not only in myself, but in my capabilities.
My first girl, Heidi, was a small, blonde girl from Switzerland. She would dress in clichéd Swiss outfits with cloggs, so I dubbed her "my little Swiss girl." The girl had a heart of gold and the patience of Ghandi while I got all my shit worked out.
Sadly, she got engaged to some old, rich German guy and left the company.
After her, was Lauren. She had perfectly teased, wavy blonde hair and grey eyes that seemed to shift with her mood. She was a rebellious one, loved a good spanking, and taught me the ways of anal sex. I dubbed her 'my little hellion.'
Her load ended up getting too heavy, so she had to drop me.
Then, there was Maggie. Her parents were Irish immigrants, which explained her flaming red hair and pale skin. Hearing her call me daddy in that accent...it got me so hard. She was an energetic one. Always liked to keep moving and wouldn't stop talking when she was horny, which was more often than not. Thankfully, she liked sucking cock, a lot, no matter what I was doing or how hard - or soft- I was. It was like a fucking pacifier to her. I dubbed her 'my little cock-slut.'
Her boyfriend got her pregnant, and her parents forced her to marry him.
Which led me to my current girl, Isabella. Big, doe eyes and chestnut hair. She loved to tease me, either with her clothes or with her actions. She knew how to keep me on my toes and called me Papi, bringing back my summers in Italy with the wine and the sun. She could switch from innocent and naïve, to sinfully dirty in less than two seconds, all while being the epitome of my little girl. I dubbed her 'Bellezza.'
It was an Italian term of endearment meaning Beauty. I had decided that seeing as she deviated from the norm with Papi, I was allowed to myself, plus, she fit the name.
The car pulled up outside my building and I turned to Tanya.
"As much as I have enjoyed talking to you..." I said, trailing off as I gripped the door handle.
She rolled her eyes at me. "Get out, you kinky bastard."
I smirked at her and ducked out of the car. We both knew who was up in that apartment getting ready for my arrival. I subtly rearranged my growing erection behind the still open car door at that thought.
I closed the door behind me and watched as my town car drove off. I looked around to see if any reporters had tailed me in hopes of getting a scandalous photo or even a good story from me.
Once I was sure the coast was clear, I made my way over to the door. The doorman tipped his hat at me. "Senator," he said formally, and I gave a quick smile and a nod. It wouldn't do me any good to be rude, no matter how impatient I was.
I hurried to the elevators and pressed the up button. I found my foot tapping against the polished, tile doors as I waited. When the elevator finally arrived with a ding, I wasted absolutely no time stepping into it and hitting the top button for the penthouse suite.
The doors lingered before slowly shutting, and I leaned against the far wall as I watched the floors go past until it reached the top floor. I stepped out, my key already in my hand, and walked purposefully to my front door. I slid the key in, and opened the door before walking in and closing the door behind me.
"Bellezza," I called out and suddenly, popping out nowhere, I felt her body press into mine.
"I missed you, Papi," she said sweetly, and I was quick to return the sentiment.
I felt my whole body relax as she wrapped her arms around my neck and planted a kiss on my cheek. She took a few steps back, clasping her hands behind her back, and swaying to and fro on her feet.
"Do you like my dress, Papi? I picked it out just for you."
My tongue flicked out and ran over my bottom lip as I took her in. She was wearing a navy blue and white striped sailor dress with a low neckline, that showed off her tits nicely, and a white sash around her waist with a big bow. The bodice was tight and the skirt of it poofed out and had layers of ruffles underneath it. Her blue garters led to white stockings, and her feet were encased in navy blue pumps that matched the ribbons in her hair.
"You look absolutely delicious, Bellezza. Why don't you come here so I can fully appreciate you?" I purred.
She shook her head, causing her pigtails to sway with the movement. Her teeth dug into the skin of her lip coyly as her eyes sparkled. I raised an eyebrow, wondering what game she was playing.
"Come here," I said more sternly, beckoning her with a curl of my finger.
She shook her head again, trying to suppress a smile. "No," she said simply before turning and running down the hall. Oh, so she wanted to play? Game on. I ran after her through the apartment and caught her just outside the bedroom door.
She squealed as my arms wrapped around her waist, and I picked her up off the ground. I growled playfully as she kicked her legs out in mock protest, and I threw her on the bed. She giggled as she bounced up and down, the tops of her tits jiggling with the movement.
"You've been a bad, bad little girl, haven't you?" I growled, climbing on top of her.
She shook her head furiously, a cheeky grin on her lips. "Uh uh, I've been a good girl."
"Really?" I chuckled, "Because I don't think you have. Maybe you should prove it to me."
Her brows furrowed in contemplation, and her bottom lip jutted out adorably.
"What should I do?" she asked, looking up at me expectantly.
I moved off the bed and stood up. "Hmmm, well, you can start by saying hello properly."
She let out another squeal as I gripped her ankle and pulled her toward me so that her legs were on either side of me. With quick fingers, I flicked open the button of my slacks and pulled them, along my boxers, down my legs.
My erection sprung free, and I wrapped a hand around it, stroking it lightly, my hot flesh throbbing against my palm. "My cock missed you, Bellezza, and he's sad that you ignored him."
She let out a sad, little noise, her lips pouting, and replaced my hands with hers. "I'm sorry, cock. I missed you, too," she murmured, rubbing her thumb over the engorged, leaking tip.
"Papi," she asked, looking up at me. "Can I suck your cock to show him just how much I missed him?"
I nodded and stroked her hair. "I think that would be best," I said solemnly, and she quickly scrambled to her knees on the floor. She placed a sweet kiss on the tip before starting to lick me like a lollipop. I watched, mesmerized, as her tongue worked over my swollen, dark red skin, lapping and wrapping it around me.
She opened her mouth, her plump lips parting, and started suckling on the tip.
I hissed at the suction she was giving me and balled my hands into fists beside me. As much as I wanted to fuck her mouth, I loved it when she took her time, paying attention to every inch of me and drawing it out.
"Huhhmm, yes. My cock loves that. Uh huh, take a little more, little one. That's it, just like that," I instructed, as she slid more of me between her lips. She looked up at me and I nearly lost it, right then and there. Her wide, trusting eyes stared up at me, her thick, black eyelashes framing them and casting shadows against her cheeks. Her innocence was so dirty when you saw the way she sucked on my cock, so eager and willing.
She started bobbing her head, taking more of me with each pass, until I felt the swollen head nudge the back of her throat. I groaned loudly as a burst of pleasure washed over me and my balls tightened.
"I'm close," I warned, and she doubled her efforts, so eager to bring me to orgasm. I reveled in the little wet noises her mouth made as she sucked and slurped on me, loving how much effort she was putting into this.
"I want you to swallow every last drop of what my cock gives you," I told her sternly, and she nodded as much as she could, telling me that she heard and would obey me.
My cock brushed the back of her throat again, and I slammed my hips into her face, unable to hold back any longer as my hands forced her to take all of me into her mouth.
I swore loudly as her throat constricted around me as she gagged and my cock pulsed, spilling my seed in long, powerful spurts. She struggled to swallow as she choked, and I watched as my cum dribbled out from between her lips and down her chin
I backed up a little, and she gulped down the cum she hadn't managed to swallow yet. She sucked on my cock a little, cleaning me up before she leaned back on her haunches and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked up at me, obviously pleased with herself as she licked any residual cum off of her lips.
"Has your cock forgiven me, Papi?" she asked, tilting her head to the side and gazing at me imploringly.
"Yes, he has," I told her as I pulled my slacks and boxers back up. "But you haven't proven to me that you're a good little girl, Bellezza. Good girls don't tease their Papi's with such revealing outfits." I moved my hand down to squeeze one of those plump tits, nearly spilling from the bodice of her dress, to prove my point. She mewled as I dipped my fingers under the top of her dress and twisted her nipple lightly.
"Please, Papi," she whimpered. "Teach me how to be good."
I sighed and gave her a stern look. "Well, for starters, that dress has to go."
She stood up, and her hands quickly scrambled to the zipper at the back. She arched forward, pushing those supple tits out, as she pulled the zipper down in one swift move. The dress slid down her body and gathered at her feet, revealing the navy blue corset that sat beneath her perky tits, lifting them up further. Attached to the corset were blue garters that held her stockings up. Her panties were white lace and transparent.
I stroked my chin as I looked her over hungrily. "Hmmm, lose those panties," I instructed, moving back to sit down on the stuffed armchair in the corner. I folded one leg over the other, resting my ankle on my knee, and leaned back to enjoy the show.
I watched as she unclipped her garters and shimmied her panties down her legs before clipping them back into place. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, rolling it around my teeth as I stared at the glistening, pink, bare flesh between her legs.
Isabella was, by far, the wettest girl I had ever been with. While other women I had been with had been wet when I fucked them, Isabella positively dripped, her pussy juices trailing down her thighs and over my cock and balls.
"Turn around and place your hands flat on the bed," I demanded, and she didn't hesitate to twist around and lean over, sticking the ample, pale skin of her ass in the air.
I wanted to bite it like it was the ripe flesh of a peach.
I felt my desire stirring as images of how I could turn that ass a shade darker entered my mind.
"Spread your legs nice and wide," I said gruffly, and my eyes refused to leave the swollen lips of her pussy as they parted, showing me more of her gorgeous body.
"Will this help me to be a good girl?" she asked innocently, as I palmed my cock through my slacks, hoping to revive it.
"Yes, Bellezza, by the time I'm done with you will be such a good little girl," I practically purred.
I stood up and strolled lazily over towards her, anticipation running through my veins as I ran my hands over her ass, cupping the full cheeks, before slipping my hand down to her pussy. She mewled and bucked against me as I stroked her folds before dipping inside and groaning at the feel of her hot, slick skin.
I ran my fingers over her, making sure to avoid her clit as I teased her mercilessly. She wiggled, trying to get me to touch her how she wanted, and I brought my hand down on her ass. Not too hard, but hard enough to make the blood rise to the surface of her skin to tinge it with a lovely pink hue.
"Ah ah," I warned her, showing her that I was in control of her pleasure and I would give it as I saw fit. "It's not nice to be teased, now is it, little girl?"
She whimpered as I took my hand away from her completely and I chuckled before offering her my fingers.
"Suck," I ordered, and she wrapped her lips around my fingers and licked up her pussy juices off my fingers. I groaned at the wet heat and felt my renewed erection press against the zipper of my slacks. I took my hand away reluctantly and took a step back.
"Kneel on the bed facing away from the headboard," I instructed as I bent down to retrieve her panties from the floor. I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face as my plan started to form in my mind. By the time I was done with her, she would know the exact definition of the word 'tease.'
I rubbed my thumb over the lace in my hand, anticipation surging through me, and moved to the nightstand to take out some necessary items.
"Close your eyes and open your mouth nice and wide," I told her, as I moved to stand at the end of the bed, facing her. She obeyed me without question, and I reveled in the power she gave me by following my every word. I balled up her panties and shoved them into her mouth. Her eyelids twitched, but she kept them closed like a good girl.
I knew her limits, and she had readily informed me that if she was uncomfortable with anything and I refused to stop, she could incapacitate me within seconds and had absolutely no qualms doing so.
I loosened my silk tie and slipped it from around my neck, as I walked silently around the bed. I took her wrists in my hands and pulled them behind her, winding my tie around them in a secure knot. I placed a knee on the bed beside her and whispered in her ear. "You look so good like this, Bellezza. Bound and gagged, waiting for relief."
I pulled back, taking the small bullet vibrator I had in my hand and inserted it into her pussy. She gasped and immediately clenched down around it. I ran my hands over her thighs before heading up over her corset to her plump tits. I tugged and twisted at her nipples, enjoying her muffled noises of pleasure.
"Do you want to be a good girl?" I asked, and she nodded furiously, her eyes clenched shut tightly.
"Then I'm going to have to teach you patience and obedience."
I palmed the remote in my hand, sliding my fingers over its plastic casing. "I want you to stay like this, on your knees, until I say otherwise. Do you understand?"
She nodded again, her chest heaving with each breath.
"Good," I murmured and turned to toward the door. "Oh, and don't cum." I switched the bullet on and her body jerked as the vibrations started going through her. She let out a muffled scream, and I chuckled before walking out of the room.
I unbuttoned the top three buttons of my shirt as I walked into the living room and headed for my liqueur cabinet. I poured myself a glass of bourbon, adding three cubes of ice, and switched the vibrator off to give her some time to cool down.
I rolled my sleeves up to my elbows before picking up my drink and taking a sip. I closed my eyes as I let the alcohol both soothe and burn my throat on its way down.
"Absolutely delicious," I murmured to myself as I switched the vibrator back on and heard a muffled grunt from the other room. I strolled back into the bedroom, my drink in one hand and the vibrator remote in the other, and took up my position in the chair I had vacated earlier. I watched her with great interest, reading her body's reactions and switching the vibrator off whenever she got close to orgasming.
I swirled my bourbon around the glass, listening to the ice clink together before checking my watch. I continued to push her to orgasm only to bring her back down, for close to ten minutes. By looking at the sweaty, panting mess she had become and the tears of frustration running down her cheeks, I could guess that she had enough for today. I would have to save the real torture for a day when my body felt less needy for her to be wrapped around my cock.
I stood, placing my empty glass on the small desk in the corner, and switched the vibrator off for the last time. I undressed quietly before climbing on the bed and kneeling behind her.
"You may move," I informed her, and she sagged back, sitting on her feet, relief apparent in her demeanour. If only she knew what I still had for her.
"You did very well, Bellezza, but you need to pass one more test. I want you to sit on my cock, and I want you to give Papi the relief he needs. When, and only when, you have brought me relief, you may cum. Am I clear?"
She nodded weakly and I smiled. I reached into the nightstand for a condom and slipped it on with skilled fingers. I lay back, my legs stretched out, and leaned up on my elbows.
"I'm waiting," I said impatiently, and she shuffled backwards, trying to keep her balance as she moved up my body, her back to me. Her fingers shook as they grasped my cock and angled me towards her pussy.
I groaned at the sheer heat and wetness of her as she slowly sank down on me.
"That's it, Bellezza, bounce on Papi's cock," I encouraged through clenched teeth.
She placed her bound hands on my stomach to give herself a bit of leverage, before she lifted herself up before sinking back down on me. She arched her back and started a fast, hard rhythm.
My hips lifted up, greeting every one of her thrusts as she rode me hard, her muffled grunts sounding almost feral. I sat up, pressing my front into her back, and grasped onto her hips, helping her move faster over me. I could feel her walls spasming around me, and I reached around her and twisted her nipples harshly and painfully, knowing that the pain would help the orgasm that was threatening to build ebb away.
She screamed through the panties in her mouth and sobbed tearlessly from frustration.
"You're doing really well, little girl," I soothed. "Ride Papi's cock good and hard, and I'll let you cum."
Her efforts redoubled with my words, and she bounced on me like I was a fucking trampoline, her pussy enveloping and squeezing me each time. I let my head fall back and a groan fell from my lips. She felt so good, and there was no denying that each clench and squeeze of her pussy pushed me that much closer to the edge.
I reached up and pulled the panties out of her mouth. She gasped, dragging in so much air that she nearly choked on it.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she whimpered out, and I brought her down harder on me, willing her to just make me cum.
"As soon as I cum, you cum, so just fucking make me cum," I spat out between my teeth.
"I'm trying," she whined out, thrusting down harder to punctuate her statement.
I could feel it inching its way up my spine and through my legs. It churned its way through my stomach, twisting and churning through my veins, teetering on the edge of oblivion. "So close," I grunted. "So fucking close."
And then it hit me.
It came crashing down around us like the Niagara Falls: loud, powerful, and so, so wet.
I know that somewhere between my roars of pleasure, I growled at her to cum. Her walls collapsed around me, grasping me like a boa constrictor does its prey. It was mercilessly tight, trying to squeeze every last drop from my body.
I can't tell how it lasted, or how long we lay there afterwards, gasping for breath, because I didn't count. Who would? It could have lasted hours or under a minute. I just wasn't in the right mind to be able to tell the difference. I swore that a few brain cells got knocked loose by the strength of my release.
It was freeing to not think about my job, my problems, and my life.
Now who the fuck would want to give up something like that?
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