Daddy Said To Stay Away From Girls Like Them

V: Home Invasion

The invitation had been a whisper, a command I couldn’t ignore. “My hole needs more stretching. Come over Saturday at noon.”

I’d canceled everything. My plans, my life, my common sense. I arrived at the penthouse, my heart drumming a frantic rhythm against my ribs as I waited for 35A1 to open.

When Mr. Tega stood in the doorway, my breath hitched. He was chillingly relaxed, dressed only in a white robe and red shorts, his gaze cool and unreadable.

“You came alone?” he asked, his voice devoid of emotion.

“The Mistress asked me to,” I managed, my voice tight.

“She’s waiting upstairs. I’ll be up in a minute.” He stepped aside, leaving me to navigate the silent, opulent hallways. I found her room, knocked once, and was yanked inside before my knuckles could even recoil.

Diana was radiant, wearing the same white robe as her husband, but beneath it, she wore only a violet-ribboned thong that framed her center like a forbidden blossom. She didn't waste a second, shoving me onto the bed and crawling atop me, grinding her p***y against my already throbbing length.

“How’s this for a date?” she purred, lowering herself until her breasts brushed my chest.

I tried to reach for her, to pull her closer, but she slapped my hand away. “Rules, Brian. No touching.” She pulled a pair of handcuffs from beneath the sheets. My blood turned to ice, but as she looked down at me, the fear melted into a dark, intoxicating hunger.

“Your rules, Miss.” I raised my arms. The metallic click of the cuffs locking me to the bed frame echoed in the quiet room. Before I could process the vulnerability, she pulled my shirt over my face, plunging me into total, sensory-deprived darkness.

Then, the torture began.

She swirled her tongue over my sensitive n*****s, then dropped lower, her mouth a freezing-hot shock against my shaft. She was relentless, licking and sucking until I was drowning in a slick pool of her saliva.

The door clicked open. Tega had arrived. My heart hammered, a mixture of shame and primal arousal flooding my veins as I realized he was watching.

Diana didn’t care. She mounted me, descending with agonizing, deliberate care. I groaned, straining against the cuffs, but she silenced me with a sharp, stinging slap across my chest. “Don’t fight me, Brian.”

She began to move. It wasn't just friction; it was a rhythmic, soul-crushing milking. She rode me in slow, agonizing circles, her inner walls clenching around me, squeezing the sanity out of my brain. My stomach knotted with heat as she picked up the pace, her hips slamming against me.

I was at the cliff’s edge, my toenails digging into the mattress. “Miss, I’m so close,” I gasped, the confession torn from me.

She slapped me again, then pulled away abruptly. The sudden, freezing air on my exposed c**k felt like a wound. I bucked, desperate for her, but she moved to her backside. When she settled onto me there, the tightness was nearly lethal. She gripped me, her hips rocking in a slow, torturous grind. I tried to thrust, to meet her, but every time I moved, she crushed me deeper into the bed.

Her moans were the only thing that kept me tethered to reality. She pulled her cheeks apart, slamming down onto me, riding me until I was sure my spine would snap.

“Ohhh,” she shivered, her body shuddering against mine.

I wanted to break the cuffs, to grab her waist and bury myself in her until I was empty, but she was a cruel mistress. She pushed off me, hovering, her fingers sliding over her own wetness. I listened, helpless and blind, as she fingered herself, her p***y pulsing directly over my face.

She climaxed in a violent, torrential wave, drenching my chest and face in her essence, a soft, broken cry escaping her lips.

As she pulled away, the light returned to my eyes, but the heavy, musky scent of our entanglement remained. I heard Tega’s voice, calm and domestic.

“Lunch is ready. You done here?”

“For now,” Diana replied, her voice laced with a devilish, satisfied edge.

I lay there, shackled and spent, wondering if I would ever be able to walk away from this room again.