Epilogue (Three Years Later)

Epilogue (Three Years Later)

BRYCE

My office door opens. I gaze up, and a vision stands before me.

I hold up my finger to her as I try to concentrate on my phone call, to no avail. “I understand that, but I pay you a large sum of money, and I expect it done.”

Isla smiles as she saunters toward me and sits at the edge of my desk. She opens her legs. No panties. I swallow audibly, worried that my voice might crack.

I desperately try to concentrate on my important business call as I get a view of my girl fucking her pussy. Placing the phone between my ear and shoulder, I grab her by the hips and pull her right to the edge of the desk, gesturing for her to spread her legs wider. I open my desk drawer, pull out a Cuban cigar, and light it.

I take a puff and blow the smoke right up to her cunt as I undo my pants and unleash my cock. “I don’t care, Mikey. He fucked us, and he needs to pay. If you can’t do what I need done, I’ll have to take my business elsewhere.”

Removing the cigar from my mouth, I slide the tip into her cunt and fuck her a few times. Her eyes go wide as I abandon it and pinch her clit. Her head falls back, and I laugh, forgetting I’m talking to an associate on the other line.

“Yes, Mikey, I’m still here. I’m multitasking. There seems to be something soaked and hot on my desk, and it’s distracting.” I pull the cigar out of her pussy, place it back in my mouth, and take a puff.

Isla jumps off my desk and kneels before me. Her hands move up my dick before she closes her mouth around the tip and sucks. A faint smile pulls at her lips. She knows I’m losing all control as she swallows more of my dick, taking me in until I hit the back of her throat.

“I gotta go, Mikey.” I don’t wait for him to answer before ending the call and tossing my phone on the desk.

“That’s it, baby. Suck on Daddy’s cock like a lollipop.” I wrap my hands around Isla’s hair and use it to push and pull her mouth on my dick. “Pull down your dress. I want to see those tits jiggle while I throat fuck my whore.”

Isla tugs her dress down, spilling her large breasts to my hungry eyes. “Fuckin’ beautiful. Pinch your nipples. Daddy likes you in pain.”

I grip her head, and she grabs her nipples. As she tugs, I slam my cock down her throat and hold her still. She gags, but it only encourages me to be rougher. In the last three years, I’ve discovered that my girl likes it rough; rougher than the first time we fucked. Six months ago, she asked me to fuck her while she pretended she didn’t want me to. She wanted it rough, and she wanted me to mark her.

“You need to breathe, slut?”

She nods but continues to pinch her nipples.

I pull her back, and saliva trails down her chin, falling on her tits. I move my hand to my belt buckle, tugging it free. “Hold your tits up.”

I pump my cock into her mouth as she lifts her breasts and presents them to me. “Such a good girl. Spit on them.” She spits, and it lands right on her nipple. “Stay put.”

I wrap the belt around her neck and fasten the buckle, making a makeshift leash. I tug the belt and yank her up by her neck. Once she’s facing me, I hold the belt with one hand and tug her hair with the other hand to turn her around.

She moans as I slam her down on the desk. Isla makes a choking sound as I pull at the belt and line up my cock with her ass. “Did you follow the directions I left?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she pants, her voice restricted by the belt.

“Spread your ass.”

Her pretty red nails pull her ass cheeks apart, and I smile when her butt plug comes into view. My hand goes into my pant pocket, and she jumps when the butt plug vibrates.

“Please, Daddy.”

“What do you need, baby?”

“Please, fuck me like a whore. Spit on me. Fuck all my holes. Mark me with your teeth.”

I tease her pussy with my dick. “You want to be used by Daddy, do you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

My cock slides into her wet pussy. “You’re soaked. Have you been playing with my cunt without my permission?”

She hesitates, and I slap her ass.

“Yes, Daddy. I just missed you so much.”

I step back and yank the belt, forcing her up. “On your back. Daddy now has to punish you.”

She juts her lip out. “Please, Daddy. I promise to be a good girl for you.”

Fuck. She’s getting good at role-playing. I push her back, and she spreads her legs. Her hands glide down her body until they reach her cunt. Isla pulls her lips apart, anticipating what’s about to happen.

Recently we’ve discovered that she likes her pussy slapped, belted, and whipped. Sometimes she gets off so much from it that she comes on the spot. I have to admit that it gets me going, too.

She moans as I bring the tip of the belt down and slap her with it. “You moaning, Rabbit? This is a punishment, not a reward.”

The snap of the belt slapping her wet pussy reverberates in the room. Isla lifts her ass, and I do it again.

“I’ve been so bad, Daddy. I came twice. You told me not to touch your pussy, and I didn’t listen.”

I whack her cunt again, and this time she screams. “You filthy little girl. You didn’t wait for Daddy. Now I’m going to turn this clit red before I force a thick creamy load into your pretty pussy.”

“Yes, Daddy. Please put your cock in me. I feel so empty.”

I hold onto the belt and propel her forward so she can watch us join. “You see your greedy pussy, Rabbit? Watch how we are together, baby. How perfectly we fit. Don’t squirm, sweetheart. You’re my breeding bitch now.” She looks beautiful with tits out and mascara running down her face with my belt around her neck. “You look good getting fucked.” I reach for my phone. “Now smile for the camera,” I snap a picture.

I drop the camera and pull her. “Look at you, getting used. Do you think you’re ready for more?”

She smiles and grabs my throat as I fuck her. “I don’t know, Daddy. Are you ready for more?”

“Be careful, sweetheart. You don’t want me to hurt you.”

Her breathing grows heavy. “I don’t care if it hurts. I just want it. I want you to fill me with cum.”

My thrusts quicken, and I pound into her. “Fuck, Isla. You dirty little slut.”

“Bryce, I’m coming!” she screams as I pump her full of my cum.

I smile as I pull out of her. “I want you to walk around all day with my cum dripping down your legs.”

“Bryce, you can’t be serious. I have classes this afternoon.”

“Good. Those frat guys will know you’re taken.”

She smiles and shakes her head, holding her hand up. “You’re insane. I already let you put a ring on it.”

I shrug. “We already know that.”

I remove the belt around her neck and grab her hand, bringing my lips to the five-carat diamond ring on her ring finger. “You’re so perfect. Isla. I’m still shocked you’re mine.”

She throws her arms around my neck. “I love you.”

“Not as much as I love you. You’re my everything, Isla.”