Owning a multi-billion dollar business is not easy, even a man like Dad Sylus gets so stressed. His favorite way to destress is to find you lazily sprawled out on your stomach in bed. Like always.

As you scroll through your phone, he settles behind you. Head resting on your butt, legs trapped under him so you can't crawl away.

"Hey! You're too heavy-!" You whine, trying to move your thighs but you're completely immobilized, "Get offff"

"In a moment, I have a meeting with troublesome men tonight. At this very hour, they plan to ruin us. It will fail but.." He sighs like an eye roll, and you freeze feeling a large warm hand feel up and down the curve of your ass, " You don't really mind if I lay here, right kitten? You make a very good pillow."

So many pet names, whenever Dad Sylus wants your attention and crude affection, which is all the time.

Kitten. Sweetie. Baby. Princess. His voice lures you into his touch every time. Like the way you'd pet a cat, he's careful but so eager.

You relent with a scowl, "Fine..but no snoring."

“Good girl. Now stop moving, pillows don’t squirm.”

You can't believe how scattered you get every time he opens his mouth. Body brimming with heat and you trying to fight the urge to relieve it.

You swear Dad Sylus lives in the walls or something. Always buying you things the minute it comes out of your mouth, regardless if he's around or not. Millions of dollars worth of jewelry left on your bed. New clothes in your closets. His spending habits used to confuse you, but you can interpret the gifts as his way of being nice. So you happily accept each one.

And it doesn't matter what you want or need, Dad Sylus will get it for you with no shame. The charger to your vibrator breaks and the next day you find a mini sex store inside your bedside drawer. A variety of toys with different colors and curves for your pleasure. You wonder if this is something your dad should be giving to you, especially the dildo.

You despise it, the way it looks and feels so realistic in your hands. You're too embarrassed to give it back and fussy that he gave it to you, but you're curious enough one night to give it a try.

And damn your curiosity. It takes one time of slowly easing yourself down on it's thick silicon shaft wet with lube (that he also bought), chewing on your lip as you're touched in places you've never felt before. One time becomes multiple over the course of weeks, months. Your latest gift from Dad Sylus being the only thing that can make you cum the way you want. You're completely addicted to the stretch that leaves you breathless-vibrator be damned.

Dad Sylus has strange habits but that's just the way he is. Like picking out your outfits for a day trip or personally making your meals (despite having chefs on-call). He leaves the door ajar when he showers so you can hear him sing a classic. Pays no mind to your prying eyes and he lets you enter if you need something, even though there are plenty other bathrooms.

It becomes a normal occurrence for you to crawl into his bed when you can't sleep. You forget Dad Sylus ritually sleeps naked, but by the time you're drowning in sheets laced with his scent, it's way too late and you don’t care. You're out like a light to the sounds of his sleepy moans, to your name timid under his breath.

He cuddles you when you roll towards his side of the bed. As if his cock wouldn't be brushing against your thighs all night. Sometimes you join him nude and Dad Sylus complains about how cold you are. He mothers you in his muscles when you try to inch away. Hums a lullaby in his low gravel voice as a way to appease you.

He can't tell if you know what you're doing, but Dad Sylus doesn't mind. He's willing to satiate any desire you might have, except the one that has you mewling his name at night. He's so mean about it but fair enough, considering how highly inappropriate that would be.

So when you "accidentally" brush a hand against his belt and let it linger, he takes your wrist and gives it a kiss. When you try to go for an actual kiss, he distracts you with something shiny and it always works.

Even perched on his lap entertained by the TV, he holds your waist steady in his big hands. He admires your hips and stops the subtle grind of your lower half hoping to provoke him.

Being denied over and over again, no matter what, is infuriating. Especially when you can get anything else you want. But the rejection only makes you bolder, much to his enjoyment.

The idea of giving up doesn't exist in your head. You're entitled and persistent just like the spoiled brat you are, but it's his fault isn't it? He encourages it, Dad Sylus admires the depth of your lust for him and for life. How it grows day by day, never satisfied. You have his avarice, maybe even more than that. And by god is he proud of it.

You're shy to say what's on your mind though, even when it's all over your face. But you're a sly one, crawling to kneel between his legs as you corner him. A mere kitten eyeing him down like a beast.

It's a sight he'll never forget, the curve of your nose and warmth from your blush-stained cheek nuzzling against his growing print. Like an animal that wants food. Absolute perfection.

"I was wondering where you ran off to" He says, looking away from his book. More attentive to how pleased you seem. Like you've won something.

Dad Sylus is a lover of learning. Of teaching you a thing or two. He can't let you get what you want that easily, what kind of lesson would that be?

So he holds your head back with one hand. Gently guides your tongue away from his firming erection and back into your pouty little mouth. Letting you suck on width of his thumb instead.

"Am I on the menu tonight?" He questions, tenderly amused as your mouth hollows. He rubs the wet fleshy inside of your cheek and plays with the flick of your tongue "You already ate your dinner, but you look so hungry.."

"Maybe it wasn’t enough.." You retort, eyes narrowed with his finger still in your mouth, and you lick around it with baited persuasion,

You're joking, obviously, but he looks serious when he says, “That appetite of yours is quite impressive.”

It takes patience, and Dad Sylus considers himself a very patient man. He has to be in order to be so, but you make him reconsider everything.

You exist inside a place intensely buried in his soul that's foreign to him, and it desperately wants to be freed. Surprises come rare to a man that's seen everything. He ponders contemplative but his wicked grin already knows the answer, "Tell me what you're in the mood for kitten. I'm feeling generous tonight."

To Dad Sylus, all the years of stalking you from a distance is worth it when he decides to indulge you. Getting to see your sweet beautiful eyes grow big like saucers. Mouth drooling, thighs squeezing together when he slowly unbuckles his belt in his favorite red arm chair.

Night sky. Roaring rain. Handsome fire behind you.

The flames make the crimson in his eyes alluringly haunting as Dad Sylus pulls out the long heavy cock you've been teasing. Same one you've been creaming around all this time much to your surprise. The only difference is this one is real and leaks against his fist. It's raw and it smells like him. Like a real man.

"Looks familiar doesn't it?" He teases, " But you already knew that. Don't look so surprised."

He strokes himself, up and down in front of your face. A drip of precum falls on your nose and you don't even wipe it. You're only meant to look, hands tucked under your plush calves kneeling before him. No touching.

"Why did you give me that toy daddy?" You ask him, feigning innocence,

You watch the way his head slant to the side mischievously, "I wanted to know what you'd do with it." He goes, without an inch of shame, "I'm glad it was well received."

Your face heats up with the idea of him listening through the cracked door to your bedroom. Him seeing you keep it close to your bed. There's a sense of regret you feel for being so shameless, but he reaches over to caress your face,

"You sound so beautiful pleasuring yourself like that. And when you feel good, I do too ."

"Then.." You offer with a subtle leer, "I should show my gratitude right? For the gift?"

"Sure," A ringed finger curls to draws you in closer, where you can lay your head on his meaty thigh, "But nothing more and nothing less kitten."

He chuckles at your huff and taps his swollen cock head against your pout playfully. Mixes precum with your lip gloss that you immediately lick. It's sweet, just like the soft moan that leaves his throat when you kiss his cock the way you kiss his cheek before breakfast. Lips soft and innocently pressed on his tip. Slow pecks against his shaft but you can't stop your tongue peeking out for another taste.

"Tease.." He sighs pleasantly, cock smearing over your bottom lip,

"You don't like it?" You ask, tasting him on your lips

"Does it seem that way?" He muses, eyes glancing to his cock then to your mouth, "Do it again. Give daddy one of your kisses."

It's sloppy, your mouth covering him in your slipping drool. Wiping every bead of precum that drips from the head with the curl and flick of your tongue.

"Keep going.." He gently urges, a hand smoothing over your hair, "Show me how grateful you are."

The taste of Dad Sylus takes root in your brain, growing an arousal that dampens your panties to ruin. You can't stop yourself from wrapping your lips around the head, feeling it pulse against your tongue as you suck.

"Mm..kitten you're letting greed consume you" He lightly scolds,

But he doesn't make any move to pull out. Rather, he urges deep deep past your lips, eases your jaw to widen like your eyes. Avoiding your teeth as he's snug heavy in your throat. You squeal and gag, trying to pull away on full instinct.

"Don't run..you asked for this," He's quick, puts a hand on the back of your head keeping you still as he slots back in, "You can do it. Just relax and breathe."

Dad Sylus lovingly fucks the path down your throat, feeling how you melt. Your tongue obedient and caresses his length as he strokes himself with it. You feel him and all the dilated blood vessels firm with the wetness of your throat.

"You're a fast learner. No surprise there." He breathes your praises, cock twitching along the gentle suction of your doughy cheeks, "You feel full kitten?"

Air passes through your nose, but your head feels light and fuzzy as you moan weakly nodding your head. You're soaked to tears with your heart racing, inner thighs and your pussy all drenched, like the beads of sweat running down back.

Dad Sylus can almost taste you in his mouth. Your scent, sweeter than ever, makes his cock leak like it's crying down your throat.

For the first time in his life, his patience runs empty. Whether its appropriate or not, whether it's right or wrong, that was never a question. Dad Sylus sets you on the priceless rug in front of the fire. Gifts you the unforgettable sight of him puling off his reading glasses, and undoing his tie with the rest of his clothes.

You pull him impatiently to your lips, arms wrapping hungrily around his neck. A very indulgent kiss that has his lower half grinding needily between your legs, against the wetness that overtakes your panties.

"Ha..what a messy kitten…" He whispers with a mocking tune, fingers rubbing your slit, “I didn’t know you were this sensitive.”

A chair pillow placed under your head as Dad Sylus peels the clothes off your body, mouth immediately on the skin that's exposed to him just like the firelight. Sucking the hardening peaks of your tits, the rise and fall of your stomach when your shirt goes. Leaving bite marks at your hips to kiss down your pubic bone, down to your pussy when your bottoms are pulled below your knees.

"Are you sure is this what you want?" A friendly last warning he offers, before you relationship descends into great darkness, "I won't stop once you get me going. Even if you tell me to."

He's grinning when his hushed words make you squirm like you're trying to hide from him.

"Good," You say with a puff of indignant air, back arching as he nips your inner thigh, "You're not allowed to leave me for the rest of the night. Tomorrow night too. And! The night after that."

"Cute.." He whispers fondly, like your words revive something in him, "You don’t actually hate me do you?"

"…Isn't it obvious?"

An undeniable yes, and Dad Sylus wastes no time with it. The fire behind you can't compare to his gaze bearing into yours. His mouth moves like he's wretched to consume every inch of you swallowed like time is endless.

Your body's been brimming with excitement since you cornered him. You're so sensitive the sound of his lips covered in your arousal, making out slowly with your clit is too much. When he slowly feeds you two thick fingers, your back arches off the carpet in bliss.

"D-ah-daddy.."

"I know kitten" He coos, "Such a tight little thing even though you love fucking that fake cock."

Even so, his fingers and his mouth wreck you in perfect tandem. You're a sweaty, shaking mess like your body is short circuiting, "Feels-s-good-" You croon, "More..please "

The once quiet study is filled with your loud cries as Dad Sylus devours you with no mercy. Even when you thread your fingers through his hair and pull, he groans blissful and pulls against your grip. Stuffs his face while feeding your pussy his fingers, double the size of your own. Rubbing the places you're fragile at so affectionately. He doesn't stop until you're squirting warm into his mouth with nonsense blubbering from your lips.

He's dreamt about this moment for years. He's always been jealous of his own gift to you, and he makes a mental note to get rid of it.

You don't need it anymore, a meager toy would never make you so audacious to get on top. To keep him down as you line his cock between your thighs at your core.

Even with how much confidence you exude, Dad Sylus and his loving hands escape your restraints to smooth out the nervous shivers down your spine.

"Scared?" He asks delicately, kissing behind your ear before whispering, "Don’t rush it.”

The head of his cock pushing in almost melts away inside the second you impale yourself.

"..Good girl" He groans with a faint growl, "Nice and slow.."

The head is enough to have you whimpering, his fake replica never felt this thick " 's so big daddy.." you softly mewl

"Of course it's big I’m your Daddy kitten" He drips back into your ear, while holding your chin with gentle fingers, knowing damn well it's not nearly enough, "I’ll always be too big for you."

You glare at him mocking you and hug his neck, face dug into the crook where his cologne smells the strongest. Dad Sylus holds you like that in his arms. Like your trying to crawl beneath his skin. You shake your head, biting his neck when you sink down a little past the tip, where he gets all thick and veiny.

"Sit on your throne princess" He whispers like a bite to your earlobe, from you squeezing like his cock like he owes you something, dragging up and down shallowly, "That's it..let me in."

You're tempted to go all the way down to settle on his lap, but you want to mess with him. A little. As payback. So you pause.

"Hm..?" a lazy hum rumbles from his throat,

"I can't.." You whisper almost like your out of focus, " Too much-"

Which is so far from the truth, but he takes the bait. For a moment.

"That's alright" He promises with a sarcastic smirk, seeing right through you, "I had a feeling you couldn’t handle it. I’ll just give you the tip, how about that?"

"That's n-not what I meant-"

You try to sink even lower but his grip stops you immediately.

"But you just said it’s too much for you," His words condescending , "And I would never dream of hurting my one and only. No matter how much I want to stretch her little pussy out."

You moan almost impatiently, writhing against massive chest. You hear him chuckle, nipping and kissing at your neck.

"But my thighs are sore.." You snivel, another lie

In response to that, Dad Sylus changes positions. Puts you on your back with him hanging above you, with enough force you can't fight back.

"Better now?" He asks, holding you to his liking before pushing back inside. Barely. His hips give shallow strokes while beaming at the sight of your pouty face, "You're so cute whining like that."

The smugness of his smile makes you quick to get your legs around him with a frown. Just as he taught you in the gym, your thighs give an overwhelming squeeze. Ankles crossed behind his back before he can stop you.

“A-ah..”It buries him immediately, "Christ.." He hisses, "So you were messing with me huh?"

He can't stop it, the way he slides deep with so much ease a pleasurable shudder travels from him into you.

" It's not a good to lie to me baby" He groans, lips flashing a salacious smile. His hips immediately start to reel and push, breaking out of your hold but you don't even care. Thighs wide to accommodate him, "Be good and..take your punishment."

Dad Sylus fucks like you imagined he would. He might be kind to you, he might treat you like a spoiled princess but the strength of his body is barbaric. He grabs your hands trying to touch him and binds them together above your head. So easily done, it knocks the air out of your lungs.

"Daddy s-slow-" You half-beg as he ruts into your sloppy cunt. His quiet office overwhelmed with the lecherous sound of skin smacking, of his growls like your were made to mate with him.

"I gave you slow and you didn't want that." He says, breath fanning your face like an aggressive beast, "I rather give it to you like this kitten-I might as well, you've been grabbing at it for awhile."

Dad Sylus knows that his ruthlessness is what you've been hoping for all this time. You start tearing up, whimpering for him, but he doesn't listen. The hot squeeze of your cunt and the pull of your glassy eyes bring him unfathomable pleasure and it loosens his composure.

He's flipping you over on your knees fucking you full in front of the flames. Your entire body bakes in the heat, dripping in his arms like nectar. He's groping at your chest, selfishly all over your smaller body. Hips digging where he wants to barely thrusting. His cock fits so much better than the toy, knocking on the spots entangled in your stomach that make you quake in his grip. Your twitching cunt flooding him with drooling spasms.

"You take me in so well..so soft and wet.." He whispers against your skin, a hand feeling up where his swollen cock pokes dull through the supple flesh of your stomach, "I'm so proud baby"

“Daddy..” You’re blabbering, his praises always mess you up, “l-love your cock-“ You head tilts back to look up at him, "Love you-smuch daddy-"

Dad Sylus never thought you'd utter those words to him. It lodges his heart like a bullet and travels. Goes to his cock that throbs as you

You feel a hand hold the column of your neck, keeping your gaze on the way his eyes glimmer.

"About time you said it" He says warmly, "You already know I adore you. You belong to me-body and soul-"

“Mhmmhm” You do your best to nod through every mind shattering nudge towards your cervix.

Dad Sylus truly believes you are the same as him. It's why you can pleasure each other so intensely. His fingers squeezing the sides of your throat, teasing the hood of your clit below. Making your eyes flutter back. You clamping down on his length like a vice, milking him as you're about ready to burst around him.

Therefore there's nothing wrong with flooding your womb with his seed, dragging you back into his bullying hips. You own half of him and he possesses half of you. In his eyes, you and him are the same so it only makes sense to leave your sore pussy satisfied and bred. Glistening white slowly oozing to drip onto the carpet as your hole twitches from the after shocks. He pushes it all back in to watch it leak out again.

No one’s aftercare is as good as his. Dad Sylus is a natural. A hot shower then loose clothes and bed. Entangled with him as he kisses the soreness away.

Dad Sylus isn’t willing to share. What kind of man gives away his most prized possession? The idea of it is repulsive. Even when rumors start floating around and suspicions linger, nothing matters but making his girl happy.