Calling her the second time with the same result, you rang the bell one more time. The door opened wide as a lady almost your height greeted you with a wide smile, “Welcome to the Roger’s residence! Bella said that you would be coming by. I can take your bag for you,” she inched to grab the bag but you stopped her in her tracks.

“Oh no that’s okay! You really don’t have to do that,” you didn’t know how comfortable you felt about ordering someone around and she had already been so welcoming in the short time that you had known her.

The lady, who, you assumed is the maid smiled brightly as she slowly grabbed your bag anyway, “It would be no problem, we treat all our guests like royalty. Please step inside it must be so humid out here,” she pointed out, draping the bag strap over her shoulder. You nodded in agreement as you stepped past her, hearing the door close..

“so...,” looking at her not even knowing her name. She walked past you, stopping as your voice died. She could see the confusion on your face, “I’m so sorry I didn’t get your name. Didn’t mean to be rude.”

Her eyes lit up as she held your bag with one hand, “It’s Paola ma’am and you aren’t rude at all. Actually, you have been nicer to me in 2 minutes than the rest of Bella’s friends,” she said as a small smile met her lips. Okay, so the rest of her friends are assholes… figures.

Walking around the large mansion, you noticed the very high floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the backyard, laced with a fully decorated patio and large pool. There looked to be a smaller house outside, more than likely a guest house of some sort. Paola began to give you a full tour of the house, showing you the kitchen and letting you know that you could have whatever you wanted. Then taking you to the living area that held a luxurious sectional that looked comfortable enough to sleep on. There were various paintings and plants on either side of an elegant fireplace with a very wide flat screen tv high above it.

You couldn’t help but noticed that Bella was still not here and she said that she would be. She never called you back and you were starting to worry, “Um.. Paola? Is Bella even here?” you questioned as she set your bag down into the room that you would be staying in. you looked around the large living area, seeing that it was twice the size of your own dorm room. In the middle sat a California king bed adorned with rose gold satin sheets and a large screen tv mounted directly in front of it. The en-suite was on the right and you had your very own walk-in closet.

Even though you would only be staying here for a week, you knew that you would miss it as soon as you left. This room was fit for a princess and who were you to deny the hospitality. Paola looked up at the gold clock in your room, scrunching up her face, “Well I haven’t seen her since this morning. She did call and say that you would be stopping by”

You shook your head at Paola, just as confused as her, “That’s odd, she said that she would be here when I got here,” you said genuinely. Surely she wouldn’t leave you in a house all by yourself. Would she? Paola left you to get situated in the room, letting you know that dinner would be ready in three hours. You unpacked your bag, setting the clothes in the different drawers as you took some out to get yourself a shower before eating.

The hours went by and no sign of Bella, getting more worried, you dialed her number again as you got the voicemail one more time, “Bella! Are you okay? I’m at your house which is huge by the way. Gimme a call whore,” you say as you hang up the phone. You opted to wear a snug pair of shorts and a t-shirt, making it out of your room and into the kitchen. The smells of tomato and basil called to you as you saw Paola mixing a medium pot of sauce and pasta.

She looked up at you beaming as she seasoned the sauce at the same time, “Happy you got comfortable, any word from Miss Bella?” she asked as she walked over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water for you. She sat it in front of you, going back to the stove to check on the garlic rolls.

Taking a large sip, you shook your head as the smell of garlic made you salivate, “Still getting the voicemail. Everything smells so good in here,” you compliment, scrolling through your phone as you open up Instagram. As you are scrolling, you hear the door open. You look in the direction of the front room, hopping off the stool as you made your way to the front room, “It’s about time you made it! I was starting to get…” the person in front of you was not Bella, “worried…” you said slowly.

There stood a man, way taller than you, broad shoulders, and a tailored suit that fit him just right. He did have the matching blue eyes that Bella had as his brown locks were neatly slicked to the back. He donned a neatly trimmed beard and you were just close enough to smell his intoxicating cologne. He looked down at you in a tell-tale smirk, “Worried about me huh? I would be flattered if I knew who you were, pippi (Lovely girl in Italian).” His voice sounded just like velvet and him looking like a Greek God made it no better.

You placed your hands behind your back, staring up at the tall figure of a man. Giving him your name you start fidgeting with your fingers, “I’m a friend of Bella’s. She told me she would be here but I haven’t seen her yet,” chewing on the inside of your cheek as you never break eye contact. His brow furrows at you, pulling his cufflinks loose from his jacket.

He pulls it off of him, giving you a better look at his figure. His arms were thick, not too muscular but enough to know that the gym never missed him. His shoulders were more defined as he cracked his neck from left to right. Bringing his sight back to you as he gave you a small smile, “Seems like my bambina (child in Italian) lied. I dropped her and the rest of her friends at the airport this morning. They should be in Cancun by now,” he informed you.

That little bitch!

The heat rose to your face as the look of embarrassment washed over your facial features. You brought your eyes to the shiny tiled floor, not wanting to let the man see your hurt. You straightened your shoulders, holding your head up, “Oh… she didn’t tell me that. Who might you be, my manners are so bad,” you say as you try your best not to let your emotions show. You honestly wanted to take a flight and throw her in the damn ocean.

He walked closer to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. The closer he gets the taller he seems, “I’m Bella’s father, a shame I’ve never seen you before. Name is Mr. Rogers but you can call me Steve, pippi,” he says apologetically. He wasn’t too happy that Bella lied to you but he couldn’t help but be captivated at how beautiful you were. Your anger could be felt from a mile away and something in him didn’t want to see a pretty thing like you hurt.

Your eyes widen at the man standing over you. He is her father?! This man was definitely the epitome of a total DILF. No. Bad thoughts. You can’t think that way of her dad! But he was so sexy… You could see some features of her in him and just knew that he indeed was telling the truth, “I’m so sorry Mr. Rogers. Had I known I wouldn’t have even come. I’ll… go get my stuff and just head back to the dorms.”

The last thing he wanted you to was to leave. After all, it was Bella who lied to you and he was going to have a good talk with her when she got back, “No worries pippi! How long were you staying?” he asked still resting his hand on your shoulder. His grip tightened slightly at the thought of you having to leave.

Looking up at up through your lashes, you gave a small smile, “well it was supposed to be the entire week, for spring break and all. I don’t want to intrude, Mr. Rogers,” he tutted at you walking past you to take a seat at the island. He patted at the stool next to him motioning for you to sit. Letting out a deep sigh, you took a seat next to him. He gave you small smile before looking over at Paola and back at you.

He called her over to stand in front of you two as she turned to look at the both of you, “Make sure that she has the best care this week. She won’t lift a finger unless she wants to. I’ll deal with my little bambina when she gets back,” he instructed as Paola gladly nodded and went about finishing up the last touches of dinner.

You began to protest, not wanting to cause any trouble, “Please Mr. Roger’s its really no tr-”

He cut you off before you could finish, placing his finger under your chin bringing your sight up to him. Your doe eyes were going to be the death of him and he couldn’t just let you leave without getting to know you, “Steve… and I won’t hear another thing about it. You deserve a break from the campus too. I’m not always around but when I am, I don’t mind keeping you company. How’s that sound pippi? Want me to keep you entertained?” he smirked as you melted under his touch.

This man was intoxicating and you didn’t know how you were going to survive the entire week. He did say that he wouldn’t be around that much so maybe you would get a break from ogling at him the entire time. You gulp suddenly, never breaking your gaze from him, “Yes, Sir. I mean, Yes Steve, thank you for having me,” a bulge was forming in Steve’s pants the minute you said “Sir”. He was definitely going to have fun with you this week.

He clapped his hands together beaming at you, “Then it settles it! Anything you want, just ask and it’s yours. I’m going to head up and finish some work before dinner. Make yourself at home pippi,” he says patting you on the back as he leaves making his way down the hall. You look over at Paola her smile never wavering from yours. She leaves the kitchen, heading to the dining room as you hear the familiar clinking of silverware.

Getting up from your seat, you enter into the room occupied by a grand table, covered with a black and gold runner in the middle. You watch as she takes the silverware from the designated drawer, “Need any help? I really don’t mind,” she looks at you appreciatively, taking out the right about of forks and knives.

Before she could decline, Steve pops his head into the opening of the room, “Not a finger pippi or do I have to spank you already,” he playfully warns as a smile creeps on his face. He looks over at Paola who gives him a small tsk before bringing his sight back to you. You couldn’t help the sudden rush of heat meeting between your thighs at the thought of his large hands connecting to your ass cheeks.

The thought alone made you stammer as you answer, “No Si-, Steve. I’ll just wait in the front room,” you say, scurrying past him to sit on the plush sectional.

You took your phone, wanting to contact Bella again just to say how fucked up she was. But she knew what she did and didn’t even care. There was no point in even talking to her anymore at this point. You would have left, had Steve not insisted on you staying. There was honestly no use in trying to gain any forgiveness from his daughter because she turned out to be a snake. It hurt because you really trusted her and in turn, she treated you as if you were a toy. You kind of regretted even telling her some secrets or even getting close to her because this is how it all turned out.

Dinner was nothing short of delicious, you never really had real Italian food and you could tell it was so much different than the Americanized version. Steve didn’t come out and it didn’t really bother you at all. You really didn’t know him and you were sure whatever work he was doing was really important. You asked Paola if it would be okay to bring him a plate and she graciously made it for you, giving you a small glass of wine to top it off.

Tiptoeing quietly down the hall, you stopped in front of the door, standing still as you heard his booming voice talking to someone. When it sounded like he took a break, you soundly knocked on the door, hoping he would answer, “Come in,” he said from behind the door. As soon as he saw you poke your head through the door, the hard exterior of his face softening, pulling a smile at the corners of his lips. He beckoned you to come closer with his hand, “Hi there pippi, everything okay?”

Opening the door fully, he could see the plate of food and drink in your hands. Raising both slightly you spoke in a small voice, “Just didn’t want you to be hungry is all,” you say as you closed the door, walking over to him. He straightened up in his seat, rolling his sleeves up as you could now see the light covering of hair over his arms. His eyes danced over every curve of your body as you walked over to him placing both plate and wine on the desk.

He captured the apex of your chin between his thumbs before you straightened back up, bringing his cerulean eyes to yours, “Thank you pippi, you didn’t have to. Unless you just wanted to see me?” he gave a small smirk looking over you before letting you go. This man had to know what he was doing, right? Was he really flirting with you right now?

The latter was definitely correct, you did want to see more of him. He was that fine and you wanted to be in his presence as much as he would let you. Giving him a small smile, “It’s just… just didn’t see it for dinner sir… thought you could use some food while you worked. From the sounds of it… you’re working pretty hard,” you say looking down at the carpet.

Steve remembers the previous call a minute ago.

One of his men slipped up and let a target get away. But the matter was being handled as usual. He leaned back against his chair placing his hands behind his head, “So you heard that huh, pippi? Nothing to worry that pretty head of yours,” he cooed as you looked back up at him in his relaxed state. He looked good like this. His shirt halfway opened so you could take a glimpse at the peeking tattoos, sleeves rolled up to show off his muscular arms, and his shoes lying on the side of his chair.

Whatever he did was not your business and you were just happy to keep your eyes on him. You sat in the office with him talking about school and what you wanted to do afterward. He gained respect for you because he could see that you were more than just a beautiful girl and wanted nothing more than to get to know you and maybe even keep you if you were up for it.

The weekend went by fairly quickly as you spent most of your time either in your room or in the living area as you kept Paola company. Steve was gone for most of the day until you heard him shuffling to his room late at night. You wondered just what kind of work he did but it was best that you didn’t. There were different visitors who looked like they didn’t do normal work and honestly looked a little dangerous.

You were well into the middle of the week as you felt like having a night dip in the pool. Slipping on your bikini and flip-flops, you grabbed a towel as you made it out into the hallway. A door opened as steam rolled out, thinking that it was just Paola. What met your eyes was a very naked Steve with an ass to die for. You stopped in your tracks as he smoothed the towel over his face, turning around.

The universe had to be playing a sick trick on you because there was no way every part of him was perfect. His dick swung perfectly between his legs, a vein running up the underside. It glistened in the light as you observed his length and how thick he was. With every movement, it bobbed in the air and you let out a low moan that was loud enough for Steve to hear. He turned around to see you frozen looking over him.

“You okay there pippi?” As if he didn’t just catch you staring at his dick! He had to admit that little sound you made, had him wanting you to make it again. He wrapped the towel around his waist, water still falling down his chest. Your head popped up from where it was, looking at him with wide eyes.

Clutching your towel, you knew you were found out, “Sorry Steve! I didn’t mean… I… You’re home early,” you blurted out as you took a minute to catch your breath. He really was a work of damn art.

He gave a small chuckle, running his fingers through his hair, “Work was easy today sweetheart, thought I’d actually enjoy my home for once,” he joked, not even fully paying attention to the small bikini hugging your curves. Now it was his time to stare, “Going for a swim?” he nodded over at you. His eyes dragged over each every part of you causing the heat to rush to your face.

Wrapping your fingers around the soft cotton of the towel, eyes still downcasted, “Ye-ah, kinda didn’t want to spend my night in the room. If that’s okay?” you say, looking up at him. He walked over to you, lifting your chin to meet his face.

Looking over your frame once more, his voice lowered, “anything you want sweetheart,” catching his bottom lip between his teeth, “might come join you and keep you company. Would you like that?” lacing his around your waist to bring you closer. He was all muscle and you wanted to touch every part of him. This is was wrong right? You couldn’t be this close to Bella’s dad like this...

Fuck her.

Your eyes darkened with desire, as you gave Steve a knowing smirk, “Whatever you want Steve,” pressing your lips to his cheek as your pull from his grasp, walking away as you swayed your hips all the way down the hall. If he wanted to keep you company, you couldn’t deny the man in his own house. Steve watched as you paced down the hall, grabbing at his hard cock through the towel. Chuckling lightly as he shook his head as he headed into his room to change into some swimming trunks.

The water felt just right on the warm night. The night illuminated by the stars and full moon, you had to take a look at the beautiful sight. Being distracted by the sky, you never knew that Steve came into the water. Not until you felt a pair of thick arms wrapped around you, “Hi sweetheart,” dipping his head down to press his lips to your cheek, “couldn’t pass up the chance to be alone with you.” Stiffening in his grasp, his chest shook from light laughter, “Relax pippi, you’re safe.”

That turned you on more than it should, “Just scared me is all,” you say still staring out at the sky. A hum radiated in his throat as he brought his hands up sliding over your belly. You look down to see fresh bruises on his knuckles, placing your fingertips over them, “rough day?” laying your head against his solid chest. You still didn’t know what he did but something in you felt safe either way.

Steve took a slow inhale through his nose, letting it out slowly, “maybe for the other guy sweetheart. Like being here so far?” he asks, placing his nose in the sea of your thick curls. He basked in the sweet scent of your hair rubbing his fingers over your smooth skin. The act causing your body to react. Fuck, you wanted him to touch you in other places. It was evident he wanted to. You could feel his hardness slotted right between your cheeks and he was trying so hard not to push against you.

You nodded as you leaned your head slightly, dipping your fingers in his brown locks. Pulling lightly a low growl passing from his lips. You let your tongue pass over your plump lips, rolling your hips against his. His grip tightening around you, ghosting a hand over your neck, “You don’t know what you’re asking for sweetheart,” groaning as he pushes his covered dick against your ass.

Letting out a breathy moan, you double your efforts, pushing your hand between the dancing bodies, gripping his dick in your hands, “Whatever you want Steve…” you didn’t have to tell him twice before you were free from your bikini top, one hand pulling and tweaking your nipples with the other pressing lightly against your throat.

Steve swirled his tongue at your sweet spots, making you mewl from the contact. His tongue was soft and warm, making you soak your panties all at the same time. You turn your head towards him as he dipped down to slot his lips over yours, sliding his tongue over yours drinking in your essence hungrily.

Steve pulled and twisted one nipple to hardness before lightly smacking it, you arching your back at the contact. Doing the same to the other, he began swallowing the noises you made not taking his mouth from yours. He released his hand from your throat, pushing it past the band of your panties to dip his fingers in your drench folds. Pulling his lips from yours, groaning against your mouth, “Fuck sweetheart, you’re soaked. Need to taste you,” he says turning you to face him as he lifts you out the water and onto the ledge.

He tore your bottoms in half, throwing them in whatever direction as he pulled your legs over his shoulders, pulling you to his face. His eyes stared up at yours as he dipped down licking his flat tongue up and down your folds, collecting all your juices on his tongue. Moaning loudly from your taste he attached his lips to yours sucking like a starved man, grabbing your hands to place them on his head

Wrapping his arms around your thighs holding you in place, he sucks your clit into his mouth, running the tip of his tongue across the sensitive nerves. You brace yourself with one hand, pulling his hair with the other, “Ste-ve!” you gasp out as he brings shock after shock of pleasure between your legs. Your legs begin to shake as you clench your thighs around his head, pulling away.

He yanks you back, eliciting another growl as he smacks the inside of your thigh, “Don’t run from me pippi, let me make you feel good,” spreading your thighs as he pushes two fingers in your throbbing hole, attaching his lips back on your clit before pumping in and out of you. You grip his hair once more rolling your hips against his face.

“Oooh fuck Steve! Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you scream out as he shakes his head from side to side bringing to the brink. You feel a pressure building in your core, at the curl of his fingers hitting a spot you never knew you had. Bucking your hips violently, he holds you in place pushing down on your pelvis. The cocky fucker knew what was about to happen, smirking in between your legs.

Pulling his fingers out, you whine at the loss as you hear his voice, “look at me sweetheart. Need to see you come apart,” pushing his fingers back in your leaky hole. You keep your eyes on his deep blues as he hits that spot again, sucking noisily. The shiver in your spine was the first indicator, the pressure building as he bumped against your spot over and again. With a flick of his wrist, you came undone, singing his name over and over. The dam broke, making steve dip lower as you squirted in his mouth. He pressed his thumb to your clit strumming as he rode the high with you.

Your legs shook at his shoulders as another orgasm rocked your body, Steve pulling you close to drink up every drop, “Steve! Yesyesyesyes!” you held onto his hair, releasing your grip as your high came down. You laid flat down as steve lightly kissed at your inner thighs, carefully pulling you back in the water to wrap your legs around his waist.

Grasping his face in your hands, you pressed your lips to his, lightly kissing the edges and down his jaw. He gripped your ass softly walking to the stairs, taking careful steps out of the water. Walking over to the large table, he places you on the edge, ridding himself of his trunks, his dick slapping against his stomach. The tip red and wet with dripping pre-cum. You reach out wrapping your fingers around the girth stroking him as he groans at your touch, “You keep doing that and I won’t last sweetheart.”

You gripped his hair in the other hand, bringing him closer between your legs and your hand dropped from his length. He brought the swollen tip to your entrance, pushing in slowly. The stretch was a delicious burn and you wanted more. Bucking your hips impatiently, warranted another pop to your skin. You whine as he withdrew, thrusting back in as he punched the air out of you.

“Shit, pippi. Tightest pussy I’ve ever been in,” he grunts, sliding in out at a steady pace, bottoming out each time. You dig your nails into his biceps, his hands keeping both legs open. Steve dips lower capturing your nipples in his mouth, alternating between the pair causing you to throw your head back as he continues to slam his hips between your legs. Feeling his lips crawl up to the crook of your neck, you wrap your arms around his neck holding as he continues dragging his dick in and out, making you feel every inch.

Steve sucks bruise after bruise on your neck, growling between each one, “Pussy’s incredible sweetheart, molding to my dick like she was made for me,” groaning against the shell of your ear as his breath falters. You clench around his dick, coating his dick with your creamy juices, “Shit, pippi grip me just like that, fuck.”

He lifts you from the table, body in the air as he slams you down forcefully, your body shaking in his arms, “Oh shit! Steve. You’re gonna make me come!” you scream out as he brings your hips down hard against his thighs as he balls slap against your ass, your eyes rolling back as he hits your spot over and over again.

Widening his stance, he hits your spot in a different angle, making you drag your nails down your back, “Yes daddy! fuck!, “ whimpering from the overstimulation. Steve still suddenly, looking into your eyes.

Lifting you up slightly, “Say it again pippi…” He slams you down again

“Daddy!”

Slams you down once more. “Again!”

“Daddy!” you squeak out.

He cracks his hand against your ass before slamming you back down repeatedly cause spurt after spurt of your juice hit his abs, “Oh pippi I think you’re close. Can feel the pretty pussy crying for me,” bringing you back down to the table as he keeps his thrusts steady. He presses two fingers to your clit rubbing in circles, thrusting upwards at your g-spot.

You drag your nails down his back, feeling your core tightened rapidly, gripping onto him tightly. His thrust getting sloppy as he crashes his lips to yours swiping his tongue over yours before pulling away, “Come for me sweetheart, milk Daddy’s dick. Fuckin do it,” he coaxes you rubbing faster as your arch your back, feeling the gush cover your lips, table and down Steve’s dick, “That’s my good girl! Oh fuck!,” Steve shouts painting your walls with rope after rope of his thick load.

He snaps his hips harder pumping more into you as another orgasm crashes over you, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Steve presses his lips to the column of your neck basking in the high you two created, “My good girl,” pressing his lips to yours, “did so good for me,” he says pressing a kiss to your forehead. You open your eyes looking up at him as he gives you a tired smile, “there she is,” he says as he places a small kiss to your nose.

The rest of the week was spent in his bed, the kitchen, the bathroom… damn near any surface Steve could get you on.

“That’s it pippi make Daddy’s dick creamy,” he cracks a hand over the globes of your ass, “such a beautiful little slut you are.”

Gripping your hair as he takes you over the couch, slamming into your repeatedly. He had successfully pulled four orgasms from you already and working on the fifth before you squeaked out.

“Oh! Too much Daddy I can’t,” He slapped you on your ass again, snaking a hand down as he rubbed your clit in fast circles, causing you to squirt down the back of the leather couch and floor.

He chuckled down at you keeping his same pace, “What’s the matter pippi? Thought daddy’s pussy couldn’t come anymore?”

That caused for him to pull out 2 more orgasms before coating your ass with his cum.

It was the day for Bella to come back and Steve sent someone to go pick her up. He would have done it himself but he was too busy balls deep in you over his desk.

By the time she made in the house, she could hear your screams throughout the house, making it up to his office. She made it just in time to see her father painting your face with his cum. Rope after rope covered your lips and tongue dripping down to your chest as you looked up at him, his hand at the back of your neck.

“Papà!! What the hell?!” the look on her face was priceless.

He looks away from your face to his daughter’s, “Welcome home bambina! I got real acquainted with your friend here. Might be your stepmom if she keeps this up,” he smirked over at her.

Her face was as red as a tomato, folding her arms as she looked over at you. You gave her a small smile, “Hi Bella! Your dad kept me occupied since, ya know, you left me here,” pushing some of his come in your mouth. Steve let out a low moan at the nasty act.

He looked over at Bella his smile falling, “Do we lie in this house bambina?”

“No papà,” she said rolling her eyes.

He did a fake tsk at her attitude, “That’s right. So since you decided to treat your only friend like she was trash, I had to rectify that. Isn’t that right my precious pippi?” he coos over at you, pushing more come in your mouth with his thumb as you swirl your tongue over the thick digit.

You nod happily and say, “Yes daddy,” with his thumb still in your mouth.

He looks back at Bella, giving her a hard stare, “Now bambina, I think an apology is needed don’t you think?” The look he gave her made her know he wasn’t playing, “But, 'I’m sorry’ won’t work cause you won’t mean it. Gonna send you back to your dorm and you can pack her stuff and bring it here.”

Bella began to protest as you looked up at him with wide eyes, “papà!! That’s not fai-”

The club was hot and steamy. The bass of the music roared through the floors. Strobe lights skipped across the tendrils of smoke that filled the room.

Cameron’s hands were tight on your hips, keeping your ass pressed against him so you could sway in rhythm to the music. His breath is hot on your neck, trying his best not to get too ahead of himself out on the floor.

He could if he wanted to, he’s already seen lone wolf Doms eyeing you, he could show them that after all this time, he got the girl. You never knew it, but Cameron always noticed when a guy’s eyes lingered on you for too long at a mixer.

He sees it even more now and it makes him feral. So he could, he could get ahead of himself right here and let others know.

But he’ll save that for when you’re ready.

Tonight, you two were at the very club you met at and right across the way, there were subs tied up and put on display for their Doms to please and people to see. These are the exhibitionists and it sets a fire off in the pit of your stomach.

Most of the time, people reserved rooms and sections to have some privacy but still want to feel the rush of knowing people are around indulging in the same way.

There were plenty of mock rooms.

An office setting.

A lingerie store dressing room.

Dungeons.

Movie theatre rooms.

Laundromats.

So many different vibes for many different people.

The most favored are the library rooms. It’s on your list to try.

However, Cameron reserved the back parking lot, filled with cars and mannequins to give that feeling of being watched. To give the exhilaration of public sex but in a controlled environment.

A couple drinks, dances and stolen kisses later you’re ready to head out. You were ready to feel Cameron as he hasn’t touched you all week to prepare for this.

“You nervous?” Cam asks under the creaking of the back door, “There’s a few other couples out here but we’re all spread out.”

He easily maneuvered you between the cars to get to his, the word “RESERVED” freshly painted on the pavement.

You lean against the hood of the car, breath shaky when you think about what you two are about to do. You two have grown since your Come to Jesus meeting many months ago and he’s worked with you so you could work up the courage to fully participate in the culture of the club.

“Only a little.” Your lips twitch in a smirk, “Just glad it’s your car, for a sense of safety and familiarity.”

Cameron steps close, so close his hips have you pinned to the hood of the car.

“Am I not already a sense of safety and familiarity for you, Bunny?” His voice had gone low, his Dominant demeanor clicking into place.

“You know that’s not what I mean, baby,” a small pout decorated your face while you lean back on the car, using your leg to slide up Cameron’s and wrap around his waist.

He looks down to see your pretty pink panties under your mini dress and he can already feel his dick twitching.

“That night you told me you said my name and that you wanted me, a part of me wanted to sit you in my lap right then and there and fuck you like you deserved.”

Cameron smirks at your little hiccup, his words catching you off guard. Life has been so good with him lately. He takes care of you in and out of the bedroom and he’s not afraid to let others know you’re locked in.

“So we’re here to recreate it” he runs his thumb runs over your bottom lip.

The declaration changes the tone completely.

“We’re gonna smoke one while you sit in my lap then I’m gonna fuck you until you’re crying.”

His gentle touch on you was a complete contrast to his words. His lips are ghosting over yours but he pulls away, pulling you off the hood of the car to turn you around and spank your ass.

“You like the sound of that, Bunny? Hmmm?”

“I love the sound of that, Sir.” You peek at him over your shoulder just in time for him to see your eyes roll when he smacks your ass again. The warmth of the impact had a one way ticket straight to your pussy.

“Gonna make… such a pretty mess for you, baby.” Your tone was low and your head already felt dizzy, subspace was approaching fast.

Cameron pulls away from you, to open the door on the passenger side.

“Show me.” He nods his head toward the car.

Your heels are a soft click clack symphony against the pavement on your way over to him.

“Can I get a kiss first?” You bat your eyelashes and pout once again to get him to give in.

He makes a satisfied noise before stepping in and putting his hand on the back of your neck to bring you forward so he can taste you on his tongue.

His lips frame yours so perfectly and the sound of your lips smacking against his has your body vibrating. A deep growl rumbles in his chest when he feels your fists ball in his shirt.

“Get in the car, Bunny.” A sharp inhale to control himself.

You listen to his command without so much as a peep. You can hear your own heart pounding in your chest, your eyes glued to him walking across the front of the car to his side.

When he locks the door, he sits there for a beat, staring out at the red club sign illuminating the parking lot.

“What’s your shade, baby?” He asks, digging in the console to pull out a blunt he rolled before leaving.

“Bubblegum.” Sure and concise is your answer. It’s a little nerve wracking knowing someone in a few cars over could see you but this is a controlled setting and it eases your tinge of anxiety that’s flowing through your veins right now.

“Good. Come sit in my lap then.” He slides his seat back effortlessly, patting his thigh and the blunt in his mouth, “Wanna feel you.”

It took a little effort with your thick thighs but he got you in a comfortable position, making sure to buck his hips just to hear that cute little gasp when his dick nudges your clit just right.

Cam takes the blunt out of his own mouth and puts it between your lips, letting go when you’ve got a good grip on it.

“Deep inhale, Bunny. I got you.” He flicks the lighter until the tip burns bright with your inhale, “Good girl.”

His praise makes your heart skip a beat, especially while you try to hold the smoke in your lungs for as long as you can. You hold the hot blunt between your index and thumb, careful not to get any ash on him or the upholstery.

“Hold it. Relax. You got this.” Cameron’s hand makes its way on the back of your neck again to pull you close, his lips grazing yours, “Now let it out.”

When you exhale, he’s breathing in the smoke, shotgunning it. It’s quite poetic actually, the symbolism in this.

It’s your turn to hold it to his lips now. While he inhales, his hands grip your hips and he starts rolling his, twitching at the pleasure that runs through his body.

He holds the smoke in, just as you did, pulling you close again to give the smoke back to you.

With each pass of the blunt, you two get more touchy. He’s already slipped the strap of your dress off your shoulder, rolling your nipple under his thumb.

“Keep smoking, baby.” He pulls you as close as you two can get without you burning him and he sucks your nipple between his plush lips.

“Fuck, Cam.” A soft whimper fills the car, “Just like that.”

You hold his head there, your own head falling back between hits and your hips still rocking against his bulge. The feeling of his warm, wet mouth on your sensitive buds is driving you to the precipice.

You reach to put the blunt out in an ashtray that he keeps in the cup holder, once your hands are free, you go at him like you’ve been starved.

You’re so hungry for him all the time, even more so that he’s yours now.

The car is hazy and your eyes are half-lidded while your nails dig into his shoulders. You’re still going and with his mouth suckling at your chest, you could cum just like this.

And he knows it.

“It’s okay. Give it to me” he mumbles against your skin, immediately going back to tugging at the reactive flesh.

“Fuckfuckfuck!!”

He holds you tight as the convulsions take over your body, but you can’t stop grinding on him. It feels too good and you feel so gushy in your panties.

“That’s it, Bunny. Oh, you’re so good for me, baby.” He coos.

You’re staring at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath.

“You’re okay. You’re okay.”

There’s a dopey grin shared between you two when you finally look back down at him and his eyes are bright with surprise.

“That was a fast one. Didn’t know I’d set you off just by sucking on your nipples.”

Despite having been together for a few months, you two are still learning so much about each other and Cameron feels like he struck gold every time he discovers something new.

Sure you two have done nipple play before but it’s usually a little here and there. So, the fact that you just came in his lap strictly from dry humping and him kissing, biting and sucking all over your nipples is something he’ll keep stored in his memory bank.

“Touch me, please,” whining, you take his hand in yours so he can feel exactly what he did to you.

“Oh my fucking God.” He swears beneath his breath, it’s a sharp inhale that cuts through the tension. His fingers are in your panties, swirling the mess you’ve made for him. His eyes are so heavy but even between the slits of his eyelids, you can tell how bad he wants this.

“You’re so perfect.” When he licks his lips, they shine in the red light, making his lips look more delicious than they already are. His other hand holds your cheek and yours lean into his touch, moaning into his palm just when his fingertips brush against your slick bud.

“God made me just for you, baby.” Your voice is so sweet and tender, a representation of just how soft and delicate he makes you feel. It’s a sign of safety and vulnerability, he basks in that fact.

“Did he?” He keeps circling your clit to see your twitching reactions.

He swallows thickly when you take his thumb in your mouth, a mellow pull compared to his hungry draw on your chest just a few moments ago.

“Mhm” your intoxicated hum travels down his arm, setting him off.

“Even to sin so beautifully for me?” He sports a lopsided grin, fuck does he look so delicious. His fresh hair cut sharpens his features and despite the two of you behind high, you can tell his eyes are heavy because he’s intoxicated off you.

“Yes, Sir.” You say around his appendage before taking it out and kissing all over his hand and wrist.

“Need your dick, baby. Wanna make a pretty mess like I promised.”

The faint thumping of the club music can be heard beneath your words. A sudden honk of a car a few rows back catches your attention, it’s also accompanied by a high pitched, pornographic moan that causes Cameron to chuckle.

“Sounds like someone’s getting it good,” he sighs dramatically, pulling your dress up above your hips and flipping you over so you’re now in his spot. Before you can even comprehend what’s happening, he pulls the lever to lay the seat down flat so he can hover over you.

“You want me to give it to you like that, Bunny?” He whispers, undoing his pants to make his bulge more visible and God damn did it make your mouth water and your pussy ache.

“Better.”

“Hmm?” An inquisitive purr leaves him.

“Want you to give it to me better,” you paw at him, just wanting him inside you already, “Can you do that, baby? Can you give it to me better?”

You pull your panties all the way off, maneuvering your legs in the tight space to flick them on the passenger side.

Cameron is staring you down like a hawk, his mouth drops when you open your legs wide for him to see your shiny slick coating your pussy and the inside of your thighs.

A masterpiece created by his favorite artist.

Your teeth tug at your bottom lip when you feel him slap his fat tip against your swollen clit.

“I will put you through the floorboards of this car, Bunny.”

He would certainly do his best to make it happen if you asked.

He’s leaning in close to kiss you again, taking his time to memorize your taste as if this is the only time he’ll be able to.

“Eyes on me like a good girl, okay?”

“Uh huh!” A feeble attempt at a nod disintegrates when he pushes the tip in and leaves it there to stroke the rest of him with his own hand.

“Can’t believe I make your pussy this messy.”

“S’all for you, Sir. It’s always been all for you.” Rolling your hips to feel him deeper, “Show me how you wanted to give it to me that night.”

His body shudders as the night replays in his head. He remembers being filled with rage that you were left like that by some putz claiming a title he takes seriously. He remembers the sad look in your eyes but each time you looked at him, your gaze changed to an aura of safety.

Cameron remembers pulling your bottom lip from between your teeth, your emotions getting the best of you as you spilled a truth you’ve been living in silence.

“I said your name.” echoed in his brain.

As if you read his mind, you say it to egg him on.

“During my last scene I… I said your name.” A sugary tune while you look at him through your dark lashes.

You know he needs more. You can see it in his posture, he needs you to keep talking.

“Ever since the day I met you, Cam. I have tried to replicate that feeling over and over again.”

“Yes.” He whispers, growling due to his dick throbbing in his own hands just from your voice.

“I tried to make it tangible but…”

He’s played that conversation over and over in his head. In the darkness of the car, his eyes look almost black when he finally connects his stare with yours.

As if guided by instinct, he finishes your sentence just as he did that very night.

“No one can make you feel the way I do.”

Before another word is said, he bottoms out. Snapping his hips to be flush against yours. Your moan fills the car as it takes you by surprise.

He forces another moan out of you when he retracts his hips to snap them in again.

“I make you feel safe.” He recalls his words as if he had them on a loop since that moment, “So fucking safe.”

Your toes curl against your shoes, kicking the steering at the same time he picks up his pace.

“You’re never gonna lose me.” He hisses, head lolling to the side at the feeling of you wrapped around him.

“And I’m always gonna be your Bunny?” A drawn out whine rings in his ears like church bells signaling his salvation.

“Fuck yes.” It’s definitive and there’s no room for doubt, “You’re always gonna be my Bunny, baby. Always.”

He’s already overstimulated by you. You feel beyond satisfying and when you moan like this, he knows it’s all him.

His hand’s grip on your chin is firm so his lips can move against yours with ease. You’re bracing yourself against the door and the other seat, you’re clenching around him and it’s making him go even faster.

“H-H-Hardeeeerrr!” Your back arches into his chest, lips still against his. You chant it over and over and the force of his hips have your lungs fighting for air.

Cameron pulls himself up to look down at your pussy swallowing him whole. He lifts his shirt up to clear his view and you audibly gasp when you see the sheen of sweat coating his stomach.

“This my pussy, Bunny?” His jaw is slack, choking on his own whimper when you clench down on him again.

“It’s your pussy, baby. It’s always gonna be yours. Take it, show me it’s yours. Please please please!”

You don’t even notice until now that your cheeks are damp, always the crier when he digs deep and shows you exactly who he is.

“You’re so fucking pretty. Oh my God, look at you.” His lashes flutter while his eyes roll deep in the back of his head.

The squelching is obscene and you feel yourself dripping all the way down to your ass. You’ll worry later about cleaning up the mess on the seat. His tip is hitting the nerve endings near your cervix and the pleasure is addicting.

So addicting you’re shaking your head because it feels unreal.

“What you shakin ya head for?”

“Too much!” You look at him with tear filled eyes and it causes him to slow his motions, “No, no, no, no don’t stop, I need it.”

“What’s your shade, baby?” His large hands are now framing your cheeks, he loves to invoke this sort of emotions out of you but it doesn’t mean he won’t check in.

“Bubblegum. I promise! I want it like that, I need it to be too much!”

A wildfire burns in your dark eyes and he can’t fight it, he has to deliver.

His mouth is back on your nipples while he drives his dick deep into you. Your hand slaps the foggy window when you practically scream for him. Your moans and sobs mix together, gripping the thin bar of the head rest so tight you might break it.

“My God I’m so fucking obsessed with you.” His lips are covered in his saliva from making a mess of your chest, “That fucking pussy is gripping me so good.”

Your lungs ache from holding your breath involuntarily. He’s hitting every nerve, every spot, every sense and it’s so euphoric it feels like you’re about to die, but in the best way possible.

No noise comes from you now. Your back is arched to the sky and your eyes are rolled so far back you know they’ll ache in the morning.

“Gimme that nut, Bunny.” Cameron is close himself, his dick is swimming in the wetness that your pussy has created and it sends shivers down his spine that it’s all for him.

“Let it out, baby. Forget about anyone else, it's just us, let it out. Let me hear y-“

“Huuuhhhnnnggg fuuuuuck!” Your hands tried to slow his hips down but he wasn’t having it, you were gonna take it like you promised you could.

“Don’t run away. Just breathe, take it and breathe.”

Breathing was hard to do right now, all things considered. Especially when the force of his thrusts are forcing the air out of you and you can’t catch it.

“I caaaaaaan’t” the hot tears coat your cheeks and it makes your pussy flutter when he licks one off your lips, “Too good, too good, too good!”

One of his hands held your face and the other went to your clit, a gentle but decent pressure to help bring you over the edge.

“Drown my dick, Bunny. C’mon don’t be scared. I got you. D-don’t I always? Make a mess for me, baby. P-please?”

Your eyes are fighting to stay open but his eyes are so captivating. Yes, he’s your Dom but he gets so soft and needy for you despite fucking you within an inch of your life.

His fingers are so slippery against your clit and his own hips are faltering. Both of you are too close to even try and quiet the sounds your body can’t contain.

Your heels clank against the stereo, involuntarily spasms causing the erratic movements in your limbs.

Cameron’s core is burning, the build up of not touching you all week is finally taking its toll.

“Need you so bad.”

This time, those words come from Cameron. If he could, he'd crawl in your skin and live there just as you would for him.

“I prayed for this. I wished for this. I need you so fucking bad!”

“I’m right here, baby.”

Something clicked between you two as an intense orgasm hit you both like a tsunami. Eye contact wasn’t broken for a single moment, sweaty foreheads are touching and moans are being let out into each other’s mouths.

“F-fuck, Cam!” You feel wetness spatter on your thighs and up onto your breasts from his brutal thrusts. You two have been trying to get you to squirt, wondering if you even could since you’re such a creamer.

It surprises both of you and turns the heat up to 1000.

“G-God… oh my God! My Bunny, fuck!!” Cameron’s arms felt like jelly, his body betraying him while trying to stay upright and not crash down on you.

Each time with you is otherworldly and it blows your minds more than the last time.

“Just breathe with me.” You sniffle and whisper, giving him a calm kiss to level himself a bit.

“That, that was-,”

“Something else.” You finish for him and share a shit eating grin.

With tired bodies, you two separate and look down to see the mess of white cream and a large wet spot. Droplets of your arousal decorate his steering wheel like glitter.

“Such a pretty mess” he mumbles, recalling your words.

Cameron carefully grabbed some wipes out of the glove compartment to clean up your soaking pussy and glistening thighs, making sure to be gentle and keep you comfortable. Shortly after, he’s cleaning himself and getting dressed as well as helping you get put back together.

“You okay, baby?” You question him. His eyes flit quicker than normal and even with the night shading the car, you can tell.

“I’m just so grateful you’re mine.” His nose brushes against your cheek, “I don’t know where I’d be if you didn’t tell me you wanted me.”

You softly purr at his words of affirmation, feeling the heat of the moment spread across your skin.

“You’re telling me.” A soft chuckle shakes in your chest, “I’m glad to be your Bunny.”

A long, drawn out kiss between you two is shared. Slow and so much tongue, fuck, you’ll never get over the taste of him. When you two finally pull apart (before you end up going for round two), Cameron opens the door and climbs out to help you up. He gives you a hug, wanting to hold you properly, just needing to feel your body pressed against his again.

“Let’s get you home,” he whispers, knowing you’re worn out just as much as he is. Thankfully, the club isn’t too far from his place.

“Maybe one day we can put on a show? Let everyone know I’m yours?” Your tone is feathery and inquisitive. Tonight has given you so much adrenaline and confidence, you’re ready fully immerse yourself into the club culture.

Cameron leans over you through the passenger door to buckle you in and give you one more kiss before shutting your door and taking you home.

He buckles in with a deep grin on his face.

“You ain’t said nothing but a word,” he glances at you, “Put on a show or not, they know you’re Bunny.”

He starts the car and is carefully pulling out of his parking spot to leave the club. His hand snakes between your thighs to add a fleeting, pleasurable pressure to your clit to let you know whose it is.

“And ain’t shit changing about that.”

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