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Daddy's Little Girl (Alvis Alendran & Andnich)

Her back stiffened, her posture now incredibly....rigid. His fingers had tightened, pulling, enhancing everything she was feeling. Again time stood still, almost eerily so. It felt like everything around her was a house of cards, and the slightest shift in the air would cause it to come tumbling down. She held her breath, unaware she was even doing it, hanging on the every second that ticked away on the round clock perched on the wall by the door. It's silver, slender arm beating it's way around the circle in a rhythm that almost matched her own heartbeat. There were no numbers. Just three silver arms that dictated when the room had to be vacated before she had to hurry off to her next task, her next chore set up by her dictator, by....him. She listened to that sound as she waited, and while it seemed like seconds ticked away rapidly, more so than what actually transpired, it really wasn't that long at all. His voice spoke to her. The words could have been spoken in any tone, and their meaning would have still stuck a chord deep inside of her. She swallowed hard in anticipation, taking in a deep breath of air just as his shaft filled her throat. Her eyes widened, like those of a wild animal caught in a trap. To an extent, she was. She was caught in her own trap. There was no going back. There would be begging him to stop. It would all seem so futile, so defeated to do so. It was literally beneath her. It would have been to admit that perhaps she had bitten off more than she could chew. No. She would never do that.

He pulled back, and her instincts took over. She gulped in air hungrily, starved for it, inhaling the arousing scent that was him mingled with her own salvia that covered his throbbing meat. She wanted to look up to him, to see the look in his eyes. There was a pulling wonder, a desire to know what she would find reflected there. He would give her no chance to do so before his shaft filled her mouth once more. Over and over he plunged deep into her tight throat, stretching her. She began to ache, and even through the dull sensation that was working it's way down her throat, she relished what was happening to her. Her eyes closed, anticipating each time his cock would fill her. It wasn't fast enough. It wasn't deep enough. It wasn't hard enough. The pain was unlike anything she had ever felt, and she was enchanted by the gargling sounds coming from her own throat. Never before had such sounds been created by her own body. It was surreal that this moment was actually happening. Had the need to focus for those brief moments when she could actually breathe, she would have become completely lost in what was happening, but her lungs screamed for air each time his shaft became lodged in her windpipe. Over and over the skin slide past her lips, lips that she now used to shield his cock from her teeth. The sounds became mingled with groans. She could feel changed happening to her body, changes that no man had even been privy to, changed no man had ever been in the room when they happened. She didn't question. She didn't wonder if they were normal. Her erect nipples, tingling as the air touched them, the intense feeling between her legs, it all was all so overpowering. She leaned forward just as he buried himself inside her mouth and held her there, perched on his shaft, forced to take all of him in, giving herself over to him even more. His words, his command, demanded action. She struggled to do so, but her muscles tightened on his shaft, sending her muscles into further depths of pain. It was unreal. For a moment, she was suspended, alive but not breathing. Her lungs began to scream for what they needed, but their demands seemed unimportant. She would stay there, not attempting to pull away him. Her eyes finally had the chance to look up towards him, and what a sight she saw. His body towering over her, making her feel smaller than she had ever felt in her entire life. She liked it. It warmed her body to feel as though she was literally beneath him. Red, wet eyes looked up at him. Her cheeks were streaked, not with tears but from exhaustion from a body that was being pushed to new limits. It was easy to push boundaries when you had never been in a situation where you needed them. They would make her boundaries. He would make her boundaries.

Her hands came up to touch his legs. She could feel the tone, the definition. He truly was a magnificent man. She could not have picked a more perfect specimen. Her hands gently tugged him forward as her face became slightly red. She was trembling, her need for air growing almost impossible to ignore, but not a muscle would move away from him until he deemed her worthy. Her fingers laced in the material that hung loosely, her own silent way of pleading with him, as she looked up to him. She wanted more. She wanted to breathe, to feel more of him, to please him, and she was certain she would have all the chances in the world to do so.
 
There was a momentary pang of thought that perhaps he might show some kind of mercy to her, but in the end, he knew that he couldn't. It wasn't what she'd asked for. She'd wanted to know what pleased a man, and in the absence of other men, he'd have to settle for what pleased him.

And the way she looked and sounded as he worked on her, that pleased him mightily.

He had been about to issue her another command, but she actually beat him to it, casting her gaze up to him, looking at him as he worked on her, as she worked on him. He gave a faint gasp as she follwed the order to swallow, feeling her throat constrict along his length, milking him along, and he knew that the entire mixture of the situation wasn't going to be working in his favour. Young, willing, and not without ability already, while gaining more ability as she went along, as she learned. This was a woman that he could teach, train, mould into the perfect specimen for himself. And what was more, she seemed eager for that kind of direction and education.

As he saw her starting ot turn red, but noted that she didn't even try to break away from him, he gave her a satisfied smile, before having to draw in a long, hissing breath. He pulled from her throat, bringing his cock out of her mouth, a split second before it jerked, spraying his seed across her face in long, ropey strands. She'd been marked now, painted in his colours, and he smiled at the sight.

"Don't wipe it off." He ordered her. While he might have gotten off, his cock was still rock hard and ready. He was entirely too turned on by this whole proceeding to want it to be over. There was still so much left to learn for her, so much left to teach her. "Stand up." He told her, guiding her up with the hand still in her hair. He let her go long enough to have her turn. "Hands against the wall." He kept a hand on her hips, guiding her to bend over some. He wordlessly tapped the inside of her foot with his, a quiet instruction for her to widen her stance, to spread her legs.

She had to know what was coming. It was inevitable. While she might not have done anything like this, he doubted that anyone her age with internet access would be doubting what he intended. Especially when he simply flipped the back of her skirt up over her, exposing her ass to him. He rubbed a hand along her, fingers sliding under the waistband of her panties. A promise, something to build some anticipation.

"Are you ready for this?" He asked her, moving so that he all but crowded over her, his face near to her ear, all of his body kept close to hers, feeling hte heat from her, the heat of himself, both sides able to feel it all, and know what was coming. As he asked her, he was slowly drawing her panties down, off of her, starting to expose her to him completely.
 
Don't wipe it off
Breathe.
The scent. Oh my goodness. It hung heavy, far more than anything she had ever smelled in her life, and it was warm. So....warm. It had been a reflex to close her eyes the moment she saw that first rope spring forth from him, and she had kept them closed the entire time. Still she saw in her mind's eye as each drop claimed her skin. It was seared into her mind as it creamy warmth painted her once pristine face. Her parted lips could almost taste him, almost begging to be bathed in his nectar. As if he had heard her mind's desire, she felt him grant her wish. She drew in her bottom lip tasting the medium in which he was painting his masterpiece. That's what she was like this. His masterpiece. When it ceased, she slowly opened her eyes, feeling his seed on one of her eyelashes. Her cheeks burned ever so slightly from the warmth his body had provided her. Feeling it, seeing it as he began to create his work, tasting it, inhaling it, she was wrapped up this moment. She didn't want to ever wipe it off.

She rose, not without difficulty. Her legs were weak from the excitement of the moment. Her hands reached out, grazing the towers that they were nestled between, using them as best she could, but in the end her body was weak. She could feel it as she was on the verge of trembling. Quickly turning, her hands found the wall, and she was thankful for the support. Even as he silently instructed her to spread her feet apart, she reveled in the strength she found in resting her hands on the wall. Her head lulled back, almost as if she had sipped a drink or two.

His fingers. Was he? Yes! He was....no man had ever!
They were..touching her skin..in forbidden places! She head was still back, resting against his body, his warm, strong body that seemed ominous. His breath. She could hear it. Feel it. Her lips were parted, and her tongue traced them, lapping any of his sweetness that remained. What was left on her face she felt certain would be burned away by the heat that surly resonated from her. She wasn't breathing deep. She was panting. Her head was spinning.

Are you ready for this?
Her eyes closed tighter. Her body was already exspoed to him in more ways than one, and now the thoughts that she dared not speak, the thoughts that she was afraid to have for fear of the rejection that would come if she was wrong were now being proven to be what was to come to pass. This..all of this..what she wanted..it was all going to happen, and it was going to happen right now. The perfect jewel that she had kept for so long was about to be given to someone. No. It was about to be taken. Either way, it was what she wanted, and she knew she was ready.

"Yes," she told him, feeling an instant rush of relief and adrenaline at simply speaking and hearing her reply. "I'm ready. Please," she told him, surprised by the word, and yet spurned to continue. "Take me. I want to feel..you..all of..you..inside me. Make me cum. Make me feel. Make me..yours'. Please." With her last word, she felt her body completely relax against him, as if she were melding into him. Her legs were trembling now, and still she felt lighter than air. This was it. This was the moment she had waited for, and this was the man she had waited for. She was indeed ready.​



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Nervous or not, she was literally asking for it. And he knew that he had her now, she was hooked. He'd have her landed and claimed in a moment more, but that was for then, and this was the now. He let go of her hair, his hand sliding down to reach her neck. He couldn't completely wrap a hand around her neck, but he could get a solid grip on it, fingers going over her throat. There was a firm grip there, not something that applied too much pressure, not yet.

He moved down from her ear a little, letting his damp cock slide along her body. He lifted it to avoid the material of her skirt, before coming back in to nestle it between her legs. He rubbed his length along her slit for a few moments, working along her body, drawing out the moment, letting her know for certain where he was. Edging her along a little more. His free hand moved down her body, reaching her hips, and he massaged her clit as he rubbed along her, wanting her to be at an even higher state of need, wanting her al but babbling for it.

But if he was honest, there wasn't much more he could handle really. He wanted this almost as much as she did, and he was going to stake his claim properly, and with a great deal of enthusiasm. He backed his cock up again, and nestled the head against the entrance to her. He let out a slow breath, and started to push.

He took his time, pushing in a little, letting her body adjust to it, and then kept pushing, drawing out the moment. Her first time, he wanted her to remember every inch of him claiming every inch of her depths for himself. She'd said to make her his, and he intended to make good on that request. Inch by inch he slid into the hot, tight fit of her, until he finally felt himself nestled against her, his hips on her ass, knowing that he'd taken from her something that no one else had ever even had the opportunity to come close to. He ground his hips into her, driving her to new sensations, before he slowly backed out, taking almost as much time as he had getting into her, until only the head remained inside of her.

Then he was finished being subtle.

His hips bucked forward, hammering back into her in a single fast motion, before slapping a hand to her hip to help get the leverage he wanted, and he started to fuck her fast and hard. It was something that men found pleasing. It was exactly what she'd asked for. And he was going to give it to her. As hard as he could.
 
Eyes opened. Wide. Lips parted. Mouth hung open. Sharp breaths. His grip wasn't tight, and yet he had more of a hold on her than anyone had ever had before. He wasn't teasing her. With his body, he was letting her know what she was in store for. She could feel him, hot, moist, rubbing against her, almost pushing inside of her, and yet not doing so. That wasn't the plan. Not yet. No. There would be time for that. This was the time for an idea to be planted in her mind. The touch of his body had to be enough, and it was, for her mind to begin to fathom what this was going to feel like. It was something she had dreamt of. Having been faced with his cock just moments before, she had the image burned into her mind already. She imagined the tip, his length as she felt it caressing her, almost urging her lips to part and draw him deeper into her. Perhaps in her mind, she willed him to do just that, but there was that certain knowledge that this was going to happen.

She felt his touch. Unexpected. He caught her off-guard. A gasp sounded through the room, breaking the silence from her. Her teeth clenched against her bottom lip. Her own touch was one thing, but this? This was different. New. Intense. She wanted to beg him not to stop, and yet with every passing second, every ticking sound coming from the clock on the wall, she wanted more. More. The word was just a whisper in her mind, but quickly it was growing louder in her mind until it became a scream. "More," she whispered to him. Her eyes were glossy, fixated on the wall before her, but she wasn't looking at the smooth paint. She didn't notice every brush stroke. She didn't pay attention to the glossy sheen. The mundane color didn't make any difference. How could it? She wasn't looking at it.

His movements shifted, and she held her breath. She knew it was coming. Her body tensed, bracing for the inevitable. Her fingers scratched against the paint, claiming some of it beneath her nails, until she was resting against her knuckles. She felt him. The tip pressed past her depths, finding solace in a place no other man had ever done so in. "Yes," she whispered. "More." Instantly, as the words were spoken, he obliged. He wasn't stopping. He wasn't slowing down. Even when she felt the pressure, knowing what was about to happen, he didn't slow down. She cried out, her sound mingled with pleasure, as she felt her innocence gone. Her head tilted back. The ceiling came into view. White. Slightly dusty. Certainly not capable of passing the white glove test. Funny. Neither was she anymore.

His hips touched her body. She felt the warmth, the comfort that came with them, and knew he was buried deep within her. He had to be. She felt....full. Her lips were parted even wider now, and her breathing was short, quick. With all of his length deep inside of her, there wasn't room for air. There wasn't room for much of anything else. To get this moment had seemed to take forever. She had felt every inch, every vein, every bit of skin on his cock as he pushed inside her. Now all of her was filled, and as he pushed his hips further into her body, there was no room within her body for the sounds that came from her throat. She wasn't even aware of them until she heard them. Were they human? Were they her own or his? It didn't matter. Now would be a perfect moment for her father to walk in. He would see his little flower picked by....the help. The help. Those words made her groan louder. She loved how they made her feel, to be claimed by the help. Now her father would see her as less than him. Good. Let him see. Maybe someday....he would.

He pulled back, and her sore, newly claimed sex, once again felt every inch. She winced. Her fist clenched tighter. Never before had she felt such pleasure and pain mingled together. It was incredible, and still she wanted...."more," she whispered. His eager body was all too happy to comply, but this time....something was different. She felt her knees weaken as he began to ram his meaty cock into her with abandon. One of her fists, now with white knuckles began to pound the wall with the same vigor as his hips. "Don't stop," she cried out, not caring of the volume in her voice. "Fuck don't stop," she pleaded. Her voice cracked as she cried out, her fist still pounding the wall. It was building within her, and she knew what was going to happen. She was begging for it, the sweet release. There was no way her body was going to take much of this before she felt it, and she couldn't even begin to imagine just how much relief the release would be. It was coming. With every sound she heard from the assaults his cock was giving her now claimed sex, she knew it was coming, barreling closer, with no regard for anything, or anyone around. "Don't stop," she cried out again, her voice falling as she fought to hold out a bit longer. Not yet. No. Not yet. Just a little longer. She wanted this release to be big. She wanted it to be....epic....as epic as he was. "I can't," she told him, knowing that each time the tip of cock touched her inner depths she was one step closer. "I'm gonna," she told him, her voice once again cracking as the waves began to wash over her. She could feel her legs turn to jelly, not sure how she was even staying upright, and yet she was. Maybe it was the sheer momentum of his body pounding into her own that held her up. Whatever it was, she was glad for it. Her fists opened, and her hands rested against the wall as she began to slowly lean forward slightly. "I'm," she panted, unable to finish, but she was sure he had to know. The wet sounds were unable to go unheard. How wet she was had to be noticed. It begged to be noticed. I demanded it, much like she had demanded this.
 
The gasping calls that she managed only spurred him on, drove him to keep working on her, push himself to push her even farther. It had been a long time since he'd been given something even remotely like this, but that previous experience paled to shadows compared to this. Young, desperate, willing in ways that would defy most imagining, and it made her alluring in ways that others never had. It was something he knew that after tasting like this he wasn't going to be able to walk away from. It was going to continue, he knew it now and would later, and he also knew it was going to get dangerous and out of hand likely. That wasn't any excuse to hold back now.

One hand on her hip to keep her going, but the other was free, and he reached out to find that long length of blonde hair the was moving in time with the rough motions that he'd imposed on her. Still, his hand gathered that mane of hair, and held it fast, pulling back on it, jerking her head back as he kept pounding into her. There was a moment of knowing that from what she was saying that she was on the edge of finishing, and knowing that he was right behind her.

But there was the thought of where he might finish. He'd painted her face, marked her as his own, and he knew he could paint her back, maybe even turn her around and paint her chest with his seed, but there was really only one response that really established where they stood.

He let go of her hair, and shifted his arm to wrap around her throat, the inside of his elbow finding her throat, and pulling her tight, restricting her air flow. It pulled her body back into his, her back to his chest, feeling the heat coming off of him, knowing that it made his presence all the more pronounced to her. He could feel himself starting to swell inside of her, knowing that that the smart choice was to pull out, bu that the most enjoyable choice was to paint he inside of her with his seed, to truly mark her as his own.

"Cum for me. Now. Hard as you can." He hissed out to her, his face beside her ear, tightening his grip on her, as he felt himself all but erupting inside of her. He came as hard as he'd ever managed, spraying his seed up inside of her, not one thought given to whether she was protected from that kind of thing. If his actions bred her his legacy, then so be it. There would be no regrets.
 
With her head pulled back, swallowing suddenly became more difficult. Everything was becoming more difficult in fact. She had to remind herself to breathe, to swallow, to stay steady on her feet despite the violent blows he was feeding to her. Over and over she felt her body take in and withstand the full impact of his body. It was a rhythm, a dangerous rhythm. It was one that pulling her closer, and she had allowed those words to leave her mind, her lips, and enter his ears. He knew it. There literally was nothing she was hiding from him. He shifted, and she caught her breath for one moment, one brief moment, and then they seemed to be even closer still. It was impossible, and yet she felt even tighter to him, as if she were melding with his body, literally becoming one. It was impossible, and yet there it was, that feeling so strong, so overpowering. There was no use to fight it. She could feel her lungs burning up precious air at a pace that frightened her, and yet she didn't want him to move. Everything was heightened. She could smell the sweat coming from his body. It was intoxicating. Never before had she openly admitted it, but she loved that smell. A man could lift his arms after working in the hot sun, his body dirty, his skin glistening with perspiration, and she would love the heavy, musky scent that would radiate from his body. That filled the room now, mingled with something else equally as strong. Sex.

She could hear sounds coming from her mouth. They weren't words, and yet she was trying to tell him. Time was running out on her air supply, and time was running out for how much longer she would be able to hold out. It scared her how strong the feeling was. It scared her that she would be doing this in front of him. He would see. He would feel it as her body was clenched by her impending orgasm. Everything had been on display up until this point. There was no point to holding back now. She couldn't even if she wanted to. Some part of her did want to, that part of her that was still untouched in a sense. It was the part of her that was, and probably would always be, afraid of daddy's watchful eye and judgements that he passed. Still if he wanted it to happen, she knew it would happen. If he wanted her to cum, then daddy's judgements would just have to come.

Come.

Cum.

There it was. That word. Heavy. Raspy. He had uttered it, a command that melted into her heart. She wanted it now, more than ever, and her body relented to his will. She felt her muscles tighten and grow hot. It would uncontrollable. It was sweet and unforgiving. There was no shame. There was no holding back. Her sex clamped down on his shaft, and for the first time, she became aware that he too was experiencing the same sweet release. Sweat rolled from her hairline, racing past her temples. She became aware that he hands were no longer on the wall. Her body seemed to be limp and yet suspended, standing upright as her own nectar forced it's way around his shaft and began to drip from her sex. She could feel traces of it racing down her legs. She closed her eyes slowly as the words left her lips. "I'm....cumming." There was no need for them to be spoken. The proof was so clear. She could feel her form resting against his, and she was thankful he was there. Otherwise, she knew the cold, hard floor would be holding instead of the man who had just taken her. "Thank you," she whispered, feeling the last of her air drawing dangerously close. "Amazing," she whispered, her eyes still closed. "Did I....please you?"
 
She was well on her way to being a fantastic slut. That much he knew as he felt her following his order, felt how hard she was getting off on him. The feeling, the look of her, it was all exactly what he'd been hoping to experience when this thing had started. A significant upgrade on what he'd expected to be doing when his boss had brought him here. He thought about simply keeping his pressure up and choking her up completely, but really, that seemed more like a punishment right now, and she'd not done anything that was going to warrant that.

He loosened his hold on her neck, letting her draw a breath.
"You're welcome." He answered, a finger tracing along her cheek. "You did...well. Better than expected, for sure. A little more...practice, a little more training, and you'll be better than good. You'll be spectacular." He murmured to her. "Can you do that? Hm? Can you be willing to push yourself to be a spectacular slut for me?" He left the words hanging there in the air, letting her soak in the words, the meaning, and the very sound of it all, since there was nothing in his tone that brooked a disagreement. It wasn't truly a request, it was a demand, but phrased in a way that insisted that he wanted to hear it from her mouth. A way to make it known, truly, and make it all real.
 
She smiled. It was a smile unlike anything she had ever felt before. It was warm, natural, comfortable....real. He didn't need to tell her she was welcome. It was a treat for her to hear that from him really. It was something that she felt she hadn't earned, but in his eyes, if she had, then she would drink in the kind words from him. Her smile only widened at the mention of more training. She couldn't wait. Her body practically tingled with excitement. Thoughts of what he could have in mind began to race through her mind. She knew full well she wouldn't know for certain until the moment he revealed how he was going to train her exactly. Still, for now she would allow her mind to run wild, conjuring ways to be trained. Those thoughts would keep her body enticed until they would be together again.

She had taken several deep breaths since his had left her throat, but the words he spoke beckoned an answer from her, and she wasn't about to deny him. "Yes," she whispered, almost afraid of the reality the words meant. Those words only further proved how far this was going to go. It wasn't just behind the confines of a closed door to a private room. It was extend beyond these walls. There would be other times, other places, training, and anything else that his mind, his body , desired. She could feel her body slightly tremble. It was all so overwhelming, and she liked it. "I can do that....for you. I want to. I want it more than anything." She could feel the emotions spilling from her, and she feared pushing him away. Biting her bottom lip, she pulled her emotions back in and composed herself.

"I need to.....," she cleared her throat. "I need to....shower. My father....he will be coming to check on you no doubt. He's not a trusting man, but you already know that. Please, tell me that it's alright for me to go shower and change. Please. I'll be sure to wear something you'll find..appealing." She waited, almost holding her breath once more, for his reply. Already she could feel the warm water cascading over her body, almost sealing in his touch. The warmth would be so..relaxing. She was amazed at how tired her muscles were, and with each breath that left her body, she became more aware of just how exhausted she was.
 
Her request was a simple one, wanting to wash the result of her first real session away, and he still felt a moment of desire to refuse her that, to make her stay with the marks of his seed on her face. He also knew such was not practical. Not if they were to achieve any kind of security or anonymity. It would be slightly clearer than blindingly obvious what had happened, and that would spell an ocean of trouble for both of them.

The promise of something appealing to wear caught his attention too. He had the thought that she couldn't really change, since her father would know, but he doubted her father had seen her after their 'conversation' in the hall. She had a blank slate. He ran a finger along her jaw gently, teasingly.
"I'll permit you to shower, and to change. This time. But..." he ran his finger down her neck, gently teasing along her collarbone. "...I will not permit you a bra. Not now, and not until I say otherwise. If you break that order, I think I will...find ways to make you regret doing so." He smiled as he spoke, the words having a light tone to them, conversational, but still serious, no doubt that he was being completely honest with her> He stepped back from her, and gave her ass a firm slap.

"You'd better get moving." He told her, and stepped back to his laptop, tucking himself back into his pants. It'd make for quite a scene if he was checked on and still hanging out. He saw that the latest update needed to be enabled, and got it moving. He had a pleased looking smirk on his face, his mind already moving closer and closer to the idea of what he might do to her next, what else that he could train her up to. He knew in the end, if he had his way, there would be essentially nothing that she wouldn't do for him. And that was a thought that appealed to him a lot.
 
Was he being playful? No. No he was serious, and though she didn't know exactly what he would do, she knew he spoke the truth. Somehow he would make her regret disobeying. Perhaps he would deny her his touch or even being able to catch a glimpse of him. No matter what his punishment might be, it was something she knew she did not want to experience.

With a nod, her body, that was now tired and nearly aching, turned and quickly retreated from the room. She didn't think about trying to compose herself further in any way. So what if father was in the hall and caught a glimpse of her? It would certainly lead to an explosion, one this city had not seen before. It would be epic, a legend, and frankly she didn't care. The only thing that made her steps quicken was the fact she realized she would no longer be permitted to see him.

Once she closed the door behind herself, making her way into her bathroom became even more important. She wanted to see. She had to see what her body looked like carrying the marks of being owned now. His seed, where he had touched her, the skin that covered the muscles that now ached, she had to see it all, and she was not disappointed. Her hand reached to turn on the water, but she could not take her eyes off her own body. She was changed now. Though it would be something no one else would notice or see, she saw it. It was there.

The water felt warm and inviting, better than she had ever remembered it feeling. It somehow seemed new to her. Her hand guided the sponge over her body, leaving behind it a trail of suds and fragrant smells. She was washing away so much, but at the same time, there was so much that would always remain. A finger lightly traced down her throat, taking the same path he had. It didn't feel the same. Of course it wouldn't. It wasn't his hand guided by his intent. It was nothing more than a mere imitation, and she wanted the real thing.

She didn't linger long beneath the rushing water. There were other plans, other things she wanted to do. Dressing would be easy. An almost sheer white blouse. 'No bra,' she reminded herself. 'Good girl.' She was beyond pleased having remembered his words, as if there was a chance she could forget them. Her simple black skirt was short but not nearly short enough. 'I'll have to shop for something a bit more....less,' she thought. It would be easy enough. With father's credit cards that he had showered her with to keep her busy, shopping was always easy. As she slipped her feet back into her heels, she paused by her dresser. There was something there, something that caught her eye, and she made up her mind rather quickly. She picked up the item and threw it in the trash. A smile instantly spread across her face.

There was more resolve in her steps now as she made her way back to the small room. Opening the door, she barely waited before speaking to him. "You're a gambling man. I can tell. So let's up the stakes. Are you..up..for that? If you are, then game on. I just threw out my birth control pills. Do you still want to play?"
 
He was still working on getting the updates in, though with the system he was using, he added in a few other updates of his own choice. She wasn't taking too much time to do what she was intending, but he still took a glance at the feed that led from some of the interior cameras. There was her father, starting to emerge from his den, no doubt on his way to ensure that his daughter wasn't going to do anything to embarrass him. Albert let himself smile at the thought. If her father knew what had transpired in this room he'd likely give himself a coronary over it, adn do everything he could to ruin Albert for daring what he'd already done.

If he was being honest with himself, he fully intended to do it again.

And again.

As often as he might be able to manage it. His laptop pinged, showing that the major update was done, and now the system just needed a few moments to process it all and reorganize itself. He heard the door open, and saw Allison coming in. They had only a few moments before her father might arrive, but she led with something that certainly commanded his attention.

Gambling. Sure. But this? This wasn't a gamble, this was pure unbridled insanity! It made all the sense of standing in a puddle and jabbing a fork in a wall socket.

But she wasn't wrong. He did like to gamble. He did like to play. And he'd only just started playing with her. He felt his face moving into a cocky half smile. He stood up, a quick glance at the screen showing her father righting his suit to make sure he made the right impression when he arrived, in control and in power. That meant he was going to take a little longer than one might otherwise expect. It gave Albert some time to act.

He approached her with that same swagger in his step that he'd had when walking past her father after knowingly aggravating the man, and came up close to her. He leaned close to her, bringing his lips to beside her ear. One hand moved up to roughly grope one of her breasts, feeling through the shirt the distinct lack of a bra, proof she'd done as she was told.
"Just try and stop me." He murmured to her, promise and purpose in those words. He moved back, letting go of her breast, but still taking hte moment to grab her by the neck and pull her to him, taking a hard, fiery kiss from her, all but staking his claim on her again. When he let her go, he ran a hand through her hair, smoothing it out slightly, and nodded to her.

"The game's just getting started for us."
 
She had delivered the words as if she has rehearsed them for a television show with all the confidence an actress should have. Inside was decidedly a different picture. Every ounce of insecurity she ever felt seemed to converge right at that moment, held together by the fabric that was her body. She wanted to shake, to tremble, but her mind would not allow it. As much as she wanted to, she would not because in her eyes he deserved someone that would be strong and radiate a confidence that she wished she had at that moment. Standing there, waiting for him to respond, she had no idea what he would say. Would it be too much? Would he have already changed his mind, having gotten what he wanted already. She had been taught men only want one thing, and it was her idea to give in, to initiate the entire thing, but would he truly be the kind of man that would walk away having satisfied the beast that was within? She watched him move, knowing her answer would soon be given to her.

Each step he took was so self assured, so determined. He didn't have to think about his answer. It was one he already knew, as if it had been engraved into his mind since they first met. She knew that was impossible. No. He was just that certain about what he wanted, but was what he wanted her? His breath was so warm. She closed her eyes, wanting to make the moment linger, wanting to bathe in the feelings that something as simple as he breath brushing her ear as he breathed gave to her. It was a stark contrast, his touch. It was rough, possessive, and yet with as equal purpose as all the other movements he had made. She gasped, bringing her hands to take hold of his wrist. It wasn't an attempt to move him or stop him. Her body craved touching him, and while her mind was sure she didn't think she should, her body's need, desire, to feel him was far stronger. Her grip tightened as he spoke. She could feel the sound she made. It was….beautiful. She was caught in a whirlwind. The moments, the feelings, all happening so fast. It literally took her breath. His lips, his touch, his words, they all her unsteady on her feet. She felt his hand on her head, and then his words were a key opening a lock she didn't know she had within. "Yes," she told him. "The game is just getting started for us, and I can not wait to see your next move. I am skilled at many things, but my favorite thing to do..before today that is..is to dance. I love the movements, how sensual it can be with two bodies so close, performing something that others see one way, but me? I see it a different way. It's a perfect mingling of two bodies making something beautiful. That's what you and I are doing. We are dancing ,making something beautiful, taking each other's hand, and moving to song that only we can hear. I look forward to dancing with you on our own private dance floor behind closed doors. Indeed our game is just beginning. I'm nervous, but I will not, I can not, walk away from this. You have my word. You have….all of me." She gave him smile, feeling her confidence starting to rise. Was it him? Was it this game between them? Did it matter? "I can't wait what the next level of our game will be. I simply can't wait."
 
A dancer was she? Well, that was something that he could certainly appreciate. And something he thought he might be able to really work with given the opportunity. She was certainly all in at this point, committed as hard as one could be, and he knew that there was no way out of this for him now either, not even if he'd wanted to. There was only so much that a man could accept being offered without having to act on it. And this was too much for him, for certain. Frankly, there was a large part of him that wanted to just slam her into the wall and ravage her all over again, and his hand tightened in her hair, threatening, promising, to do something just like that. It was becoming closer and closer to being a reality when his laptop chimed.

He let out a growl, an audible sign of his annoyance. Something that wasn't really human, it was far more primal, and it felt like that emotion that was flaring in him raised the temperature of the room a few degrees by it's presence. Still, he spared a glance at the screen. The updates were done. And on his link into the system showed his boss, her father was coming right for them. Clearly done whatever phone calls he'd needed to do had been done, adn now he was coming back here to make sure that he wasn't destroying the place or doing something nefarious.

Of course he was well behind the eight ball on that aspect, if he only knew!

He let out a faint growl at the fact that his fun was going have to be put aside at this point.
"The next level will be...memorable to say the least." The words were almost primal, a promise, a threat, everything at onnce. He reluctantly let go of her hair, and stepped back from her. "Your father will be here in a few seconds, look tidy for him, but nothing more."

Sure enough, true to form, it was half a minute before her father made it to the door, and opened it, to see what was happening.
"Well?" The man asked. Albert spared him a glance for a moment.
"I've done all I can for now. The subroutines need time to root into the servers, I'll need to give them another look in a few days, run a few more programs." Albert explained. His boss looked like he'd just swallowed a lemon.
"I thought you were able to do this all at once?"
"I thought so too, but some of these servers had older programming than I thought, so I'll need another go at it."
"Fine. How soon?"
"Two days."
"Fine. I'm out of town that day, but I'll make sure that the staff know to expect you." Albert smiled. Better and better.
 
The sound stunned her. Her eyes widened. At first, she really wasn't sure what was the cause. Was it something she had said or done? Everything about his body language prior to that sound, that incredibly arousing sound, one that drew a rush of adrenaline through her veins, had said something entirely different. It had led her to believe that the he too was feeling the same flames she was, that perhaps they could consume him just as they were her, but now?

She took a deep breath as he began to speak, bracing for the worst. It had become a way of life really. Expect and brace for the worst. That way when something good actually happened it was far beyond expectation. Then again, he had already proven to be just that. His words filtered into her ears, and a relief unlike anything she had felt before took over. She couldn't help but smile and nod as he spoke, as if she were some brainless half-wit, but as soon as the word father was spoken, her smile faded slightly. She brushed her hair back with her fingers and made sure her blouse was at least presentable. Her eyes darted over to the door waiting, anticipating the moment the door would fly open, and this part of the world they had created would come crashing to screeching halt.

When the handle turned, she averted her gaze away. She didn't want to see him. Just hearing his voice and feeling his presence would be bad enough. True to every expectation she had about him, his voice chilled her blood. He was her father. This type of reaction wasn't suppose to happen, and yet here they were. The air in the room seemed almost dead as he stood there, nearly barking his words to Albert. Handsome, erotic Albert who had elevated her world to a level her father would certainly not approve of. How could he? Albert was nothing more than a servant, an underling who deserved nothing more than the pay he earned, and yes it was earned. Her father gave nothing away to anyone. Including her.

She could not deny her ears perked at hearing he would be out of town that day. So many more possibilities now came open. The staff would not care. Perhaps they would even leave them alone. Maybe she could even get them to leave the house all together. She could not hide the delight on her face, and stopping the words from leaving her lips was even more difficult. "I can watch over him. He's been a perfect little lap dog doing your work father. I can keep under control. I'll make sure he does everything to satisfaction. You have my word on that. Nothing would delight me more than to make sure he sticks to the task at hand. After all father, as you say, you have to make sure the staff earns their pay and does the job they're suppose to do. Otherwise," she continued, stepping closer to Albert. "What good are they? Please father, tell me I have your blessing to do so. There is no need for the staff to watch him. Your daughter, your heir, will be quite sufficient. I'll see to it he does exactly what he's suppose to. I'll do anything you ask for the next few days father. Anything at all. Just please give me this chance to prove to you," her gaze turning towards her father as she spoke, "that I'm a good daughter."
 
Albert had the moment where he seriously considered doing something when she described him as a 'lap dog'. He restrained himself, but he made the resolution that she was going to pay for that later. And it was very clear that there was going to be a later, probably more than one. His mind was already tracking along on ways that he could make this happen, but his mind snapped back into focus. His boss was here now, and he needed to stay at least partially sharp. He could go over his ideas on how to set the score properly with Allison.

Her father heaved a sigh, and his jaw muscles tensed, as though he was gritting his teeth. He drew in another breath, and let it out, a sign that he was trying to stay reasonable and not simply make his proclamations from on divine heights as he was permitted to do given his position not only with the company, but within his own house. He wanted to simply demand Albert finish his damned task, and Allison stop trying to inject herself into the situation, but at the same time, she was showing some interest, some initiative. For once. He supposed that he could hardly complain that she wasn't doing it at exactly the right time. And besides, she knew what it meant to earn his displeasure. That had happened more than once, and she'd learned well.

"Fine. I'll check in with you when I get home. And the staff." Her father shook his head, and turned from the room, taking his leave.

Albert looked at the screen a moment, seeing the cameras track the man as he left. Once he was far enough down the hall, he turned back to Allison.
"Well well, it seems like we're going to have some time on our hands soon." He observed.
 
She raised her eyebrows as her smile grew. Turning on her heels, she shrugged. "So it would seem so. Gives both of us some time to look forward to it, to plan perhaps. Maybe I'll go out and buy something special to wear for you on daddy's dime. After all, I'm worth it. He'll never know how I look in whatever sexy ensemble I purchase, but you will."

She took a step away from him, hating the distance already. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder, or so I've heard. I wonder what it does for the pussy. I guess I'll find out. You know I think I'll instruct the staff to prepare something that will take them all day to prepare. After all, it sounds like something daddy would do, and I am his heir. I should start acting like it concerning them. Plus there will be no chance of them....interrupting us. Total privacy. Then again," she began, throwing her hands up in the air as a soft laugh caught in her throat. "It might be fun for them to see..me..the daughter of their boss..being taken..owned..by..the help." Quickly shaking her head she added, "No. That can't happen. No. We have to remain a secret. I mean, you're alright with that. Right?"

She didn't wait for him to answer before turning and grabbing the doorknob. "I'll be ready for you, in every possible way you can imagine. I'll see you soon. Don't disappoint me. In fact, I'm certain you can't disappoint me." Turning the doorknob, she couldn't resist looking back and taking another look at him. He was intoxicating. She wanted to rush over to him, leap into his arms, and feel his kiss take her breath away. Restraint and control held her back. It would have been so easy to go to him, to hear his voice telling her exactly what he wanted, and to fulfill his every wish. In time, she hoped to be able to do just that. For now, he was fulfilling hers'.
 
Albert let out a breath as he considered all that she was saying to him. There was a fair bit to unpack there, and he like the waay things were looking. What was more, the next time he came here, after the upgrades were seated, now that he'd seen the servers coding firat hand, he could easily write himself a program to apply all the relevant upgrades without his direct involvement. He'd have the ability to devote his attention to her completely and utterly. With no one else around, he'd have more than a single good chance at her, he'd have an entire day to make things count with her.

As she spoke of being ready for him in every possible way, he had his faint doubts that she'd be as ready as she thought. After all, with an entire day to themselves, he could really dial up his approach, do exactly what he'd said he would before, adn give her a more thorough education on all things that he could do with and to her. He waited for ehr to be at the door, to look back, and then begin to turn the knob to be ready to take her leave of the room before he moved.

His hand caught her wrist on the door knob, and pulled it away. With a certain practiced ease, he spun her around, bringing her hand over her head as though it was all a dance, adn he was twirling his partner. Quietly but firmly, he pinned her hand over her head to the door, and pressed up against her. His mouth found hers, savaging her suddenly and without warning. His free hand hit her breast hard, and squeezed, taking the feel of her for himself. When he broke the kiss, he leaned his forehead on her, keeping htme close but also keeping her where he wanted her.

"When looking for something special to wear, I'm partial to darker shades of crimson. Something to keep in mind pet." He murmured to her. "And we'll keep it quiet...for now. But don't forget, you're off your pills now, and I'm going to fuck you like I own you. Because I do. Don't I pet?" He hissed to her.
 
Her reflection wasn't what held her attention. Her eyes stared straight ahead as if she were taking in the sight of her body adorned in something she hoped he would find pleasing, but the truth was the images in her mind were far more captivating than anything in the mirror. His words played back as she still felt his touch to her wrist as he held her firmly, without hesitation and with purpose. 'I'm going to fuck you like I own you.' If those had been the only words he had spoken to her, it would have been enough. Despite everything else he had said, those were the words that had replayed time and time again in her mind. Those were the words that had kept her wet. It wasn't his tone. It wasn't the intensity she felt coming from him. It was simply the words. They were a promise of what was to come, and she welcomed it with open arms. He was going to tkae her body. He was going to ravage her. He had mentioned her being off her pills. Again she would feel a stirring at the thought of what could possibly happen. With all the fucking she hoped they would do, it was almost inevitable. Almost. Perhaps was the lie she told herself to make it seem riskier. It was risky enough, this was true. If she ever conceived a child, her father would certainly lose his sanity. If she had a child with....the help....he would go completely insane. The thought drew a smile to her lips. If he ever found out about them. If she ever had a child. It was all risky and she was certainly addicted. Besides, if she changed her mind, a child could be taken care of in other ways. Her father didn't have to find out. There were ways around having a child. Albert didn't have to know as well, but then what was the point of throwing away the pills? No. She liked the danger. She liked the possibilities of what could happen. Albert wasn't all she was flirting with.

The kitchen staff had been taken care of. They would be preparing a meal that was so time-consuming for dinner that there wasn't much chance of them catching a glimpse of anything they shouldn't. If they wanted to eat, it was as simple as picking up a phone and telling them what to bring to whatever room they were in. The grounds staff was equally as busy if not sent away. The keys to daddy's favorite automobiles were laid out. Should they decide to take this party on the road, that was
also a possibility.

Everything had been taken care of, right down to the tiniest detail. She moved to dismiss the maid from by the front door, but at the last second, she changed her mind. No. When the doorbell would ring, she wanted the maid to have to answer it. She couldn't help but think, 'That's her job. She's the help.' With a lingering smile and a menacing tone, she turned to the maid. "When the IT guy gets here instruct him to join me by the pool. Fail to send him there, and you're fired. It's not that difficult of a task. I'm sure you can get it right." With that, she quickly retreated out by the pool, where she made herself comfortable. She wanted him to see her as the spoiled, rich brat she had been groomed to be, the one everyone already thought she was. It was an easy role to take up. It felt warm, much like his touch. As she settled down, her smile grew. 'Yes. This will do nicely,' she thought, raising her hands to rest above her head. Her eyes closed, and once again she remembered being pinned to the door. It was a thought that would have to do until he arrived.
 
Work had proven to be...difficult to focus on. Albert was doing what was needed in the office, but the mark of a well run department was that it shouldn't need much actual input from those up top. Orders come down, work goes up, and everyone's happy. That did, unfortunately, leave him with a lot of time for idle thought. Or perhaps fortunately. After all, with the weight of everything that was coming, it wouldn't do to come at this half-baked. He'd need to be able to do this right. He'd made a promise after all. Not in so many words maybe, but there was no mistaking that he was intending to do exactly what he had said he would.

He had prepared a few choice programs to unleash into the house system. Some things that would aid him in what he planned. It was largely simple things, like one to make sure that the security cameras wouldn't be recording anything that was going on once he sent a signal. No sense in Daddy dearest spying on his daughter from the business trip. And he had no doubt he'd try it to. There was simply no way he'd trust her, not really.

At the same time, another program was going to be routing the actual footage to a secured cloud storage, because he might want to go over what happened with Daddy's Little Girl himself later. There was a flicker of concern in his mind about her raising the stakes, but he set that aside. He knew it was dangerous. He knew it was stupid. But then again, more than one of the women he knew had said that they felt sex more powerfully without the pills. He'd rocked her world once, showed her that there was something mighty and intense to aspire towards.

This time, he didn't plan on anything as simple as that.

This time, he was going to absolutely destroy her, body and soul this time, and leave her a ruin for hours after he was done with her. And she'd beg him to do it again.

When the day finally came, he drove his car tot he house, keeping his breathing even as he did so. When he rang the bell, the maid answered politely, informing him that he was needed at the pool. On some level he wanted to rush to it, since he knew what that would lead to.

But he was not here to take orders, especially not from her.
"I'll be there shortly." He told the maid, going back up the stairs instead to the server room. He opened his laptop and got it set up, linking into the network, and quickly added what he needed to the system. The new program for the cameras started running easily, and the main security update started logging. It would take an hour or so to finish, but he wasn't going to wait for it. He lifted his tool bag, knowing that there were certainly tools there, but they had little to do with work. When he emerged back downstairs, the maid was almost visibly sweating, but point tot he back of hte house. He nodded, and advised her to find something else to do, but her secret was safe with him.

Albert emerged from the house to the poolside, and his steps hitched. She was laid out in a very...inviting pose to say the least. There was really only one thing he could do with her laid out like that, sun on her body and sheer outfit, hands together and over her head. He reached into his bag, and withdrew a large zip tie, making a loop, but leaving it mostly open. He approached her, and without a word slipped the tie around her wrists, and pulled, securing her wrists in the hard plastic. Before she could move, his hand landed on her jaw, pinning her head back into the longer she was reclined on. He fixed her with an intense, withering glare.

"Orders? For me? On my arrival no less? You've forgotten so much since my last time here." He hissed to her. "Property doesn't give orders to it's owner. Ever."

"Feel free to struggle against the ties. It won't come loose. It never does." he leaned in, putting his face close to hers. "You have to cut them off. Every time." Releasing her jaw he grabbed the hair at the top of her head, adn pulled her face up to his in an utterly savage kiss that staked a very firm claim on her. It was time for the games to begin.
 
Her thoughts drifted as the warm sun-baked her skin. It felt divine. She hadn't a single care in the world. Only good times were coming. Other people had to work, slaving away in offices or less savory places. They had to work, sweat, and earn everything they had. It was literally handed to her on indeed a silver platter. The world was at her feet. Granted her father had the emotional support and capacity to love that a tree stump would display, but who cares. Even a tree stump had a purpose. It could be burned for warmth, and her father indeed had his purpose as well. He had money, and he had hired Albert.

She didn't even notice when the figure came close. It wasn't until she felt the zip tie and his hand that her eyes opened with a jolt. It was instinct really, the most basic of instincts, that forced her eyes open. In her mind, an intruder was there, and her life was in jeopardy. The soft hum of the music of the outside speakers faded into non-existent background noise as he spoke. She wanted to protest, to explain her actions, but it was clear he was in no mood to hear any sort of explanation. In fact, she began to wonder if it even mattered that she indeed had an excuse. Those thoughts faded, just as the music had when his lips touched hers. It wasn't a gentle, passionate kiss that one would see in a movie. There was something raw about this kiss. He was claiming what was his. He was asserting his dominance, his position of power over her, and yet, amid that, she could feel something else there, burning through. It wasn't a slow burn. It was a quick, intense, hot, raging burn. Her mind grappled with the possibility that it was....anger. Could he really be angry? What exactly did that mean?

She could feel the kiss coming to an end. It was an unsettling feeling, one that compelled her to spill her guts the moment his lips left her own. "I have to keep up appearances with the help. It wasn't an order really. It was a request. I have to treat them that way. They're the help, and I'm not. You understand. Right? I'm sure you do. You're not angry, are you?"
 
Albert gave her a gentle smile for a moment. He let g of her hair, and let his hand start to gently trail down her cheek.
"Oh, of course I understand. They're the help." He cooed, his hand reaching her neck, touching it gently before his hand went rigid, gripping her around the throat. "Of course, I'm considered part of the help, now aren't I? So where does that leave us?" He snarled out. She was a small thing, and he hauled her off of hte lounger, looking around the pool deck for something he could use.

Of course he did understand things perfectly. If she shifted her attitude too far, people would talk, and she needed to maintain appearances. That was a key thing. But it was considered poor form to look a gift horse in the mouth, and in this very simple moment, he had a cast iron reason to just unleash on her. Sometimes real fear or concern could heighten things for a person, and it was time to see how Allison handled that.

"Well?" He demanded, essentially dragging her across the deck. He shifted her around, and swung his free hand, landing it hard across her ass, the loud crack filling the air abuptly. There was a rapidly spreading red spot on her ass, adn he only tightened his grip o the throat, strangling any chance to respond. "Too good to speak to the help are we?" He struck her ass again, the other side, adn then again. He shifted his grip, specifically giving her a chance to draw a breath.

He finished his journey, reaching hte diving board at the pool. It had several steps that led up to it, making it waist high. He shoved her, bending her body over the board. He had her set up so that if she looked down, it was simply the water of the pool. Even if she slipped away, she'd be falling into the water with her hands zip tied. There was an audible pop as he opened his jeans, and shoved them down. All of this aggression had him hard as nails. His hand was ont he back of her neck now, she could speak, but he was holding her in palce.
"Are you ready to feel your first punishment?" He asked her, bumping the head of his cock against her entrance.
 
A sense of relief began to wash over at his gentle touch. His words were soothing. She began to relax, certain things were going to work out. He did understand. There were pretenses, certain actions, certain behaviors that the help expected and was equally expected of her. She couldn't simply take orders from him in front of the help, and she couldn't treat them any less than her own father would. It was all for appearances. That's all, and he understood. It was a feeling, a comfort, that came to a crashing halt when she felt his grip tighten on her throat. Her eyes widen in surprise, in shock. Again she wanted to explain, but as he brought her upwards, that became
less and less of a possibility. Her eyes scanned around. She had no idea what she was looking for. Perhaps she wanted to make sure none of the help noticed. That would open a can of worms. Her father would want to obliterate him, she would face his wraith, and the entire staff would be fired and blackballed. No one would hire them. Most of all, Albert would be gone. Her fun would be gone.

He moved, taking her to a place only he knew. It was clear to her he had a plan, and that frightened her due to their location. The pool deck was far too open. Her feet had footing at times. The rest of the time, she could feel them dragging as he manhandled her. His hand landed on her ass. It was something she had not felt since she was a child. Often she did something that displeased her father. So being thrown across his lap or his bed only to be whipped was something she was accustomed to. Her eyes were wide, filled with a deer in the headlights gaze. Fear swept through her that someone had heard the sound. What if someone came?

When she was able to, she drew a deep breath. As quickly as she did, she let it go with a slew of words thrown together. "That's right. Appearances. You're not the help to me. You're not like them." That was all she was able to get out. She hoped desperately that it would be enough to make him understand. The water came into view as she felt her body unceremoniously thrown about. All she could see was the depths of the water. The water, dark and menacing stared back at her. Her reflection, a simple outlined form, rippled slightly as the breeze caught the surface of the pool. It wasn't until she felt him teasing her that her focus came back. "Pun-Punishment," she quivered, slightly confused. "How can....fucking you be punishment," she asked, wanting to turn and look him so that he could see the smile that was spreading across her face. "Feeling your cock inside of me is punishment? Then yes. I'm ready. Bring it."
 
ALbert smiled at her words, knowing that this here was something she'd looked forward to. She felt much more in control now. She knew what to do with this. But at the same time, he also knew that he might have to flip the script on her in some way. She was getting confident again, complacent. There were thigns that needed to be done first. He leaned forward, all but burying her under his bosy as he slid his cock home inside of her, bottoming out in seconds. He knew this was something she'd likely been craving. And if he was honest, he wasn't much better. He'd had a taste of the good stuff, and now he was going to damn well have his fill.

He pumped his cock into her a half dozen times, hard each time, hard enough to grind her into the board. He knew his cock was well and truly lubed up now, and she was expecting a certain way of going about things with him. He released her neck to seize her hair, fisting his fingers in it to pull on her, dragging her up off the board for a moment.
"You're ready, are you?" He hissed in her ear, his cock still inside of her. "We'll just see about that." He pushed her back onto the board and slid back, his cock popping free of her in a smooth motion. Without a moment of hesitation, he shifted his aim, his cock landing on the entrance to her ass. Without so much as a further warning, Albert bucked his hips and drove his cock past her barrier, and began to sheathe himself in her ass.
 
Her hands were tight, gripping one another in anticipation of what was to come. She had felt him once, but would the actual experience of having his cock deep inside her once more live up to the incredible memory she had burned into her mind? There was no thought that it wouldn't. Only certainty. As he leaned forward, she groaned, not just from the sensation of his hard member opening her up, filling every inch of her depths, but she could feel his body pressing down against her own. The air from her lungs was forced out, and she felt void of everything except him. Somehow her senses seemed heightened now, and the feeling of his cock stretching her felt even more intense than it did the first time. Her mouth hung open as she gasped, taking in a deep breath. He was deep inside her, so much more so than she remembered. The tip of his cock had to be pressing against parts of her body that she couldn't imagine was possible. It was an exquisite feeling. Her legs seemed to be unable of any movement, even if it were possible. Confusion swept through her mind. There was an ache, but it felt divine. She didn't want it to stop. Each movement from his cock as he began to work her body was more pleasing than the one before. Over and over he plunged deep inside her as if that spot he had touched was his target, and he was intent on striking it each and every time. She could feel her clit throbbing, begging to be touched. Her body was already screaming for a release, and
it was one she knew he would certainly propel her into.

She moved with him, feeling the board peel away from her body. The design was now pressed into her skin from the sheer force of his body ravaging hers. She cried out softly, in surprise as well as ecstasy, when he took hold of her hair, but her sounds fell silent at his words. Hanging from them, she dared not breathe, for fear she wouldn't be able to hear him. A smile spread across her face at his words. Before she could reply, her body seemed to fall on the board again. The smile still remained. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words would not come. His cock left her body a gaping, empty vessel. Thoughts of how ready she was quickly changed into those of protest, but even those words would not be spoken. The tip of his cock pressed against her ass, and fear ripped through her. She had no idea what this would feel like. It wasn't something they had discussed. She wasn't sure she would even like it. Her mouth was still open, as the words were just racing thoughts in her mind. She couldn't give life to them by speaking them, and soon enough they would all be silenced. He pushed onwards, pushing past any resistance her body could give. She had tensed, but even that would prove to be no match for him. The sound that came from her seemed inhuman. It resonated in the space they occupied, bouncing from the paved pool deck, ricochetting from the structure that was the poolhouse. For a moment, there was no fear. There was no force that she possessed that would have been able to stop her from crying out from the mix of pleasure and pain that he was inflicting. Certain something had to have ripped, she continued to fill the air with her cries. Over and over they came, flooding from her body as if a floodgate had been opened, and then....it happened. She became aware of the sheer volume of the sounds she was projecting, and fear rose up within her that perhaps someone had heard. What if they came running to see what was wrong? They would find her in this state, being owned, by one they viewed as the help. What would they think? The thoughts the fear had given her lit up her body. Again she seemed to feel everything even more. Her eyes darted towards the door, waiting for someone to emerge. They would see him taking her, fucking her like an animal on the diving board her father took pride in his skills on. Through gritted teeth, she begged him, "Don't stop. Please. Don't stop."
 
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