Andie closed her eyes in rapture as Eric's mouth closed around her breast. His hot tongue circled the tender bud until it hardened to a pebble between his teeth. He nipped, shocking a gasp from Andie. His hands smoothed up and down the length of her bare back, occasionally dipping beneath the skirt of her dress to cup her tender bottom.

When his hands returned to her breasts, he squeezed them firmly in his palms before pinching the nipples. He rolled them between thumb and forefinger, drawing little shocks from Andie's belly.

Eric's mouth traveled up the hollow of her throat and up the curve of her neck until he found the sensitive place behind her ear. He nipped her there, hard, and Andie cried. He didn't acknowledge her expression of pain. Instead, he turned her jaw and repeated the action behind her other ear. This time, Andie bit her lip and swallowed her cry.

Eric scraped his teeth down the side of her neck and while he was momentarily destracted by kissing the freckled skin of her shoulder, Andie used her free hands to unfasten the buttons of Eric's shirt. She couldn't get it off his shoulders, but she could part it and bare his chest to her view.

"Where are your manners, Andie? Did I give you permission to do that?" he breathed against her skin.

"Did I need permission to do that?" she countered, and Eric's hand immediately found its way in her hair. It held her firmly in place just as she tried to descend on his neck to deliver her own nips to his skin.

"Yes," he told her easily. "If you had asked me nicely, then I would have said yes."

"Can I unbutton your shirt?" Andie asked quickly, her question void of any sweetness. She was impatient to see him, to feel him, and taste him. She didn't want to wait for permission. She wanted to rip his clothes from his body and beg him to take her before she exploded.

"Well, that was lousy." Eric shook his head, his eyes hardening, his expression genuinely displeased. "You can do better than that, can't you, little girl? Or should I tip you back over my knee for another reminder of how to properly address me?"

Eric's fist tightened in Andie's hair and the pain in her scalp stung tears in her eyes. Her heart thrummed excitedly in her chest and her breath hitched in her throat.

"N-no, sir... I'm sorry."

He hummed and nodded his head once as if he were entertaining the idea of her apology without truly accepting it.

"Go on, then."

Andie swallowed. "M-may I please unbutton your shirt...Daddy?"

"Again, please. I could barely hear you."

"May I please unbutton your shirt, Daddy?"

Eric smiled. "Better. But do you think I should reward you for that little stunt? I don't think so..." He shook his head, his eyes never leaving hers, and Andie felt herself shrink beneath his scorning tone. "What do you think? Should I give you what you want? Hmm?" He dipped his head to capture her eyes when she tried to look away.

"No, Daddy..." she replied softly

"And why not?" He pressed, testing her.

"Because... I was... bad?"

"You were a little naughty, yes," Eric agreed with another nod. "But you can be more specific than that, can't you?"

"I unbuttoned your shirt without permission, and then I didn't address you properly."

"That's right." His hand released her hair and gently cupped her throat. "Kneel on the floor."

She obeyed immediately, scrambling from his lap to kneel on the floor at his feet. She watched him stand, his shirt open and showing his deliciously hard abdomen, before he walked across the room towards a series of drawers built into the wall. He opened the second drawer from the top and pulled out something small and discreet. Andie strained to see.

When he returned, the thing he'd gone to collect hung loosely between his fingers. Andie felt confused as Eric returned to his place in the chair, and her big curious eyes drifted up to his, but his expression gave nothing away.

Between Eric's thumb and forefinger, he held a black ribbon.

"For your wrists," he explained, his tone patient, his eyes black. "To keep your hands behind your back."

Andie frowned from her place at his feet.

"But... I want to touch you."

Eric smiled. He smiled a kind of smile that he might reserve for somebody he pitied.

"I know."

Without further word, he gathered her back into his lap, but not without removing her dress from her hips, and entirely baring herself to him.

Naked and overstimulated, Andie tremored in his lap as he gently captured her wrists behind her, and restrained them neatly at the small of her back.

"Ah..." he sighed as he relaxed back in his chair to get a full view of her. "What a pretty girl."

A hot blush scorched up Andie's neck and flooded her cheeks. She tried to look away, tugging restlessly at her binds, but Eric held her chin in place with his hand and kissed her mouth.

She felt so vulnerable as she sat naked astride him while he remained fully clothed. There was something so deliciously sinful about the way the denim of his jeans rubbed against her tender backside and the throbbing place between her legs. It brought her awareness to nothing but the sensations that tormented her lower half, and the more she focused on it, the more she felt herself sink into the girl that she assumed was long gone by now-the submissive inside her waking up after a long sleep, to kneel at Eric's feet, and do anything and everything he asked of her.

She couldn't wait another second.

"Sir?" she breathed as soon as he released her mouth.

He hummed, acknowledging her just enough while he dipped his head to swirl his tongue around one of her peaking nipples. Andie's eyes nearly rolled back in her head.

"Please... make love to me now? Please?"

"Aww... Is my horny little girl so desperate to be fucked?"

"Yes..." she whined. If she were with anyone else she may have felt aboslutely humiliated at how pathetic and needy she sounded as she all but begged to be fucked. But the humilation that she felt with Eric only turned her on more. She couldn't get enough of his patronizing tone or his degrading attitude. It fueled her and she felt enlivened by it.

"Please," she urged when he returned to suckling on her breasts, cupping them in his massive hands and massaging them deeply. A low moan escaped her.

He seemed content ignoring her pleas, and Andie felt her desperation escalate.

"Daddy, please!" she cried, feeling nearly on the verge of tears. "Please, I want it so badly. Please fuck me, Daddy, please!"

Whether it was the use of the title he had taken such a liking to, or the pathetic tears of her begging, Eric's former leisurely pace reached its end, and within seconds, he had the button and zipper of his jeans undone just enough to free his cock.

Andie barely had a moment to gawk at his size, and just as much time to wonder how he might fit inside of her before his hands had cupped beneath her arms and lifted her forward.

She gasped. Her breath froze in her throat.

Eric held her directly above him, steadying the tip of his cock at her entrance before easing her down. He filled her slowly, stretching her, paralyzing her.

Behind her back, Andie's hands clenched into fists. Her eyes shut firmly and her mouth opened wide in ecstacy, shock, and pain.

Pain.

It's supposed to hurt, she told herself.

But, Eric couldn't know.

So, she leaned forward, swallowing a gulp of air as she hid her face in Eric's neck. Tears squeezed from behind her eyelids, chasing each other down her cheeks as Eric continued to inch inside of her.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, she wanted to tell him in a pitifully weak voice that would have him withdraw immediately. But she swallowed her complaints, determined to finally see this through. At last-she had him, and he had her, just the way it was always meant to be.

Eric released a deep breath of air once he was fully seated inside of her.

"Christ, you're tight."

Andie winced as he adjusted his hips.

"S-sorry," she breathed in reply.

Eric tugged her back, grinning devilishly as he smoothed the hair away from her face with his hands. "I wasn't complaining." His hands paused as they ran into the damp streak left by her tears. Immediately, his grin was gone, and his brow furrowed together in such deep concern, that for a moment, Andie's dominant was gone.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Andie responded breathlessly with a quick shake of her head. But Eric looked very unconvinced. "I just..." she sniffed in an attempt to compose her wavering voice. "I've just wanted this for so long."

Eric seemed to relax some, sighing as his hands resumed their petting of Andie's hair.

"So have I, sweetheart. So have I. It doesn't hurt?"

"No," she answered. And it really didn't. Their brief conversation allowed her to adjust around him, and the pain she had felt was nearly gone. "It feels...good."

Eric smiled. "Good." It was a patient smile and full of understanding and...dare she say...love?

But the pleasantry of his smile faded and made way for something darker. As soon as he had made sure she was OK, his dominance returned. Andie watched the transition of the man she adored as his eyes darkened and he looked upon her with something more feral in his eyes.

And then his hands were cupped beneath her arms once again, and he was lifting her. Andie held her breath as Eric eased her up until his hard cock was almost entirely gone from her throbbing depths. When all but the head was in, his grip on her tightened, and he dropped her firmly.

A cry tore from her throat as Eric's cock slammed into her. He seated himself deeply and held her there for a moment while she gasped and moaned, before repeating the process. He did it several times, igniting a delicious flame in Andie's belly each time, and after just a minute of her very first sexual experience, she felt like she could cum for the fourth time that night.

Limbs trembling, breath shuddering, and eyes fluttering shut, Andie gasped as Eric lifted her just enough so he could pound in and out of her. Cries erupted from her chest and tears spilled from her eyes at the shocking impact in which he fucked her.

It was rough, and dirty, and animalistic, and she loved every second of it.

"Please!" she squealed, her hands clenched into fists behind her back.

"Beg," he grunted hoarsly.

"Please," she cried, her chest shuddering with sobs.

"Not until I give you permission. Do you hear me, little girl? Do not come until I tell you to."

Andie's cries escalated. She couldn't do that. She knew that she wasn't experienced enough to hold back an impending orgasm. But Eric didn't know that. Could she fool him?

An orgasm loomed just around the corner and Andie attempted to hold it off by holding her breath. But if anything, that slammed her even faster into the orgasm. Within seconds of Eric's firm warning, Andie was filling the room with her screams of ecstacy.

"Bad girl," Eric growled savagely in her ear as he crushed her to him. He fucked her barbarically, punishing her with the speed and force at which he fucked her. She shouldn't have taken pleasure in it, but just as Eric found his release, so did she; coming for the fifth time that night.

A roar tore from his chest while a series of cries escaped her. He held her in place with one muscled arm wrapped across her back and his free hand tangling in her hair.

Breathless, Andie sagged in Eric's arms, and despite being just as exhausted, he held her up; the flat of his hand smoothing up and down her bare back, and his lips kissing her flushed cheek.

He didn't have to say anything; neither of them did. All he did was kiss her, pet her, hold her... And she nearly cried, certain that she had never felt so happy in her entire life.