His To Control

Once they were done, William tucked his arousal back into his pants. “Don’t you want to play more?” she asked.

“Sweetheart, I’ll play more when we get to the club.”

“Okay.” She followed him out as he paid for the expensive clothing. He placed them in the trunk of his car before opening her door. The price of the clothing scared her. “William, I can’t pay you back for the clothes,” she said.

“I know. They’re a gift, Daisy. I don’t want any money for them. If I hear you mention it again, I’ll take you over my knee right now and spank your ass.”

Daisy was tempted just to feel his hand punishing her ass. Instead, she got into the car. The rest of the day was spent running errands. William went into several bars and started talking to some scary looking men. Daisy stayed by his side, loving the possessive way he touched her hand or caressed her neck. Each touch felt like a brand of ownership.  She was totally his to control, and she loved it.

They stopped for some lunch before William hit a few other places. When night had begun to fall, William drove them back to his club. She was tired and horny. Daisy wanted to get home so that William would f**k her. She was desperate. It was all she could think about.

“Are you all right?” he asked. He placed a hand on her thigh making it harder for her to concentrate.

“I need you, William. I’m f**king wet with need,” she said.

He chuckled. “Lift your skirt up,” he said.

“What?”

“You heard me. Lift your skirt up, and open your thighs as wide as they can go.” She glanced around to make sure no one could see her. “No one can see, Daisy. We’re all alone on this big stretch of road.”

She lifted her skirt up exposing her thighs for him. “Lean the chair back.” Daisy did as he instructed, easing the seat back.

“Now, touch yourself.”

****

William found a spot that was secluded amongst plenty of trees. He pulled up and stopped the car, turning towards Daisy as her pretty fingers teased her slit open. Damn, he wanted to f**k her so damn bad. The day had been a nightmare for him. He’d spent most of it with an erection he couldn’t get rid of. She was insatiable and clearly didn’t know her own appeal.

Her protection was his primary concern. He checked to make sure they couldn’t be seen. William had placed one of the bags he’d gotten from Yvette in the back seat. He grabbed the first dildo he could find, and then he leaned over and took her. Daisy opened her eyes as his fingers ran through her slit.

“What if we get caught?” she asked.

“Who cares? You’re desperate, Daisy. Open you lips.” He pressed the tip of the dildo inside her mouth. “After I’ve made you come, I want you to suck my dick.”

She moaned, her ni**les hardening against the shirt she wore. Her saliva coated the dildo, and then he pressed it against her cl*t rubbing the nub. “Now, ease forward. I’m going to f**k you with this.”

Daisy eased forward, and he pushed the fake c**k up inside her. She cried out, her h*ps meeting the c**k all the way. He pulled it out and slammed it inside her.

“You want it, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” she said.

He thumbed her cl*t as he pumped the dildo inside her. Her whole body was shaking. Her ni**les looked tight against the fabric of her shirt.

William knew she was getting close as her breathing started to deepen along with her h*ps thrusting up.

“I’m going to come,” she said. Then with a scream that was music to him, she cl**axed, riding the c**k and his hand. She was so wild with her red hair cascading around her face. All he wished was that she was totally na**d so he could kiss each breast.

When the pleasure subsided, William released his zipper and pulled out his c**k for her to suck. Without any instruction, she leaned over the seat and took the head of him between her lips. William moaned, his fingers sinking in the length of her hair. Considering she was a newbie, her lips were like sin.

He watched his c**k disappear inside her mouth. She sucked him hard and then swirled the tip with her mouth. Her little moans vibrated up his length, driving him closer and closer to the edge of his own control.

William took over, using the grip on her hair to build up speed. He forced her to take him deeper. Her fingers tightened around his pants. He didn’t care. She opened her lips and took more of him. It was hot and what he needed.

“I’m going to come, Daisy. Pull off if you don’t want it in your mouth.”

She continued sucking him.

He closed his eyes as his release pumped into her mouth. William felt her swallowing down his cum. It was the perfect ending to his day.

After his release left him, his hold on her hair eased. He watched as she licked her lips, her eyes glazed over with desire.

“We need to get home,” he said.

He put his now flaccid c**k away and pulled onto the main stretch of road.

“I enjoyed that,” she said.

William pulled up outside the club forty minutes later. He was desperate for her again. There was so much he wanted to do to her.

He grabbed their packages, and together they moved into the main foyer of the club. William stopped as he saw what greeted him. He should have known after that morning a few days ago. Tracy McAllister stood with a gun pointed at David and Paul Steer. Peter and Edward were on the ground with their eyes closed. It looked like they were sleeping. Daisy gasped.

“Mom,” she said.

Tracy aimed the gun at her.

“What is going on?” William asked.

“I can’t let you do it. I wasted my life waiting for him to come back, and now you’re going to leave me to be happy. Fuck that. You’ll be dead before I let that happen,” Tracy said.

“We came when Tracy called us asking to meet us at the club. It seems she came to the club under false pretences.  She offered your boys a drink that was laced with some kind of sleeping drug. She then aimed a gun at us. I don’t want to be shot at,” Paul said. The oldest Steer brother sounded bored with the whole situation. William didn’t blame him.

Tracy was screwing up everyone’s life. His heart was pounding as she aimed that gun at her daughter.

“The stupid bastards thought I wanted to wait around to apologise to her. I offered them a drink, and they took it like the weak bastards they are,” Tracy said. “I realised how weak and pathetic the letter I sent looked. I knew I had to do something.”

“The letter was sent by you? Why would you try to kill your own daughter?” William asked.