Secret Daddy(24)

The main room had tables and booths and there were people everywhere. Some of the women were wearing so little, I almost felt overdressed. My tits weren’t on display like that woman on the tabletop over on the left when I’d looked that way, a mouth reaching down to suckle on her nipples and yet a few feet away, a meal was being enjoyed as if it were just a normal restaurant. It was a surreal sight.

Room three was very different. Over in the corner was an armchair, hidden in the shadows. All the lights were on this side of the room. Above my head, ropes dangled besides chains. There was a cabinet over by the wall and through the glass door I could see a cane, a whip, dildos of all shapes and sizes, jars of lube, pacifiers, buttplugs, and some things I didn’t even recognise.

I stood under the lights, facing the back wall. Taking a deep breath, I muttered, “I can do this,” before slipping out of my dress.

I was naked underneath it and I shivered despite the warmth of the room. Who was going to come in behind me? What were they going to do to me? It was an impossible question to answer until it happened.

I didn’t have to wait long. I heard the door open behind me and someone crossed to the armchair. I stood in silence, waiting. I could feel their eyes on me. Was it a man or a woman? I had no idea.

The door wasn’t locked. I could turn and run. I didn’t have to go through with this. But feeling their eyes on my body, I couldn’t move. I had to know what was going to happen. I’d regret it forever if I left. I did my best to control my breathing but it soon felt like all the air had left the room and I was gasping at emptiness.

The person stood up after an eternity of looking at my back. They crossed the room slowly, finally coming to stand behind me. All of a sudden, they grabbed my right wrist. It was a man, I could tell by the feel of his hand as he brought my arm up above my head, looping it through one of the ropes dangling from the ceiling.

He did the same with my other hand and in a moment my wrists were tightly bound. I tugged slightly but it was no use. Any hope I had of getting out of here was gone. I was naked and held in place for whoever it was that was stood behind me to do anything to.

A second later, a blindfold was slipped over my eyes, blocking out the light. I could see nothing, my senses on high alert as a face brushed the back of my neck, making me shudder with mingled fear and desire. Who was it? What were they going to do to me? One night, no rules, the words echoed round my head again and again.

The stranger pressed himself to my back, his hands sliding round and grabbing my nipples, tweaking them hard, making me wince with pain whilst bringing them to life at the same time. Was it George? I wanted to ask but he’d warned me not to speak unless spoken to. I hoped it was him. I wanted it to be him. But then a tiny part of my brain liked not knowing.

I’d always had a fantasy of being taken by a complete stranger and if I found out it was George, much as I’d rejoice, that fantasy would die away. Without knowing, I was able to indulge that most secret of desires, to just be used for someone else’s pleasure. The thought made wetness form between my legs. It could be anyone. It could be him. Either thought made me ache with need, lust overcoming my fear.

Soft lips kissed the back of my neck, the hands on my chest becoming rougher, groping my breasts, fingers digging into my flesh. I began squirming in place but all of a sudden the sensation stopped. I barely had time to work out what was happening before a hand slammed down on my ass, the sound of the smack echoing round the room as I let out a pained gasp.

Spanks rained down on me one after another, making me fight to move my body away from them, the sensation just too much to cope with. Just when I was about to beg him to stop, he did, his hands sliding round my hips, settling me down on the ground, my ass burning hot from the spanking, making it impossible to forget what he’d just done.

I did forget though. I forgot the moment his hand slid between my legs. His fingers spread my wetness over my pussy, delving into every fold, stroking his way towards my entrance. When he brushed past my clit, I groaned but I barely had time to register the movement before he was in me, a finger sliding deep into me so far, I lifted onto tiptoes, not knowing how far he was going to penetrate me.

A second finger joined the first a moment later and I could do nothing to stop it. It stretched me and I winced, the fullness turning to pleasure in moments as I widened to accommodate him.

I could hear his breathing in my ear, a hardness digging into my lower back as he began kissing the back of my neck before he yanked his hand free, leaving me feeling emptier than I ever had before. I needed him back in me and I almost begged him as I heard footsteps moving away. Where was he going?