“Turn around, Lindsay, and raise your skirt. Show my friends your pretty new panties.”

Benjamin Phalen had never been witness to a more beautiful girl than Michael Steele’s nineteen-year-old sugar baby. He had already attended seven of these Tuesday evening gangbang dinners, at which the high brass of Gradiph Pharmaceuticals – the company Ben had been Vice President of for the past three years – would share their female companions, whether it be a mistress, submissive, or prostitute off the street at this BDSM clubhouse. Last week, Tony Dier brought his wife to the festivities, a gorgeous young woman whom he treated as a concubine. Her body was stripped bare, and she was gangbanged amid the dinner plates, her mouth constantly muzzled by an everchanging cock so that her howls of servitude rang softly in the butler’s ears. However, none of the prior seven ladies’ bodily charms came close to approaching Lindsay Anastacio’s in Ben’s estimation.

“Oh, please,” a timid, faint whisper, but as the words emerged Lindsay was already obeying, because if she didn’t, she realized a horrible punishment would ensue. Lindsay lifted the hem of the form-fitting minidress and held it at her waistline, then bent forward, and her taut, sweet bottom jutted outward at the unladylike posture. “Please, Daddy,” she said again, her brow constricting, but with zero hope it would alter tonight’s ultimate outcome. “Four men at once will be too much for me.”

The sight of Michael – or Mike, or better yet, Sammy – with his hand on Lindsay’s upended backside in the seatless panties against the black satin, thigh-high stockings, translucent lace, sizzling young flesh, and spread knees provided an ideal conglomeration and made Ben’s cock surge in his Giorgio Armani suit trousers. Despite her pleas, Ben tilted his head and grinned at the sight of the little apples of her bottom he and his close-knit friends would do nasty, wicked things to tonight.

“Shh, darlin’. Just relax. You know how to do this,” Sammy said. “You’ve been with Uncle Marvin and Uncle Tony before, right? You know what they like. Uncle Jeff and Uncle Ben have been eager to meet you too. Hell, all my friends are eager to meet you.” His lips quirked. “Bend over all the way, now, and push your ass out further.” Sammy nudged the small of her back. “Arch this. Raise that ass the way you know you’re supposed to. There, that’s it. Put your hands on the coffee table now and show everyone what their main course is gonna be tonight.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She hung her head in mortification.

“Don’t you dare have any second thoughts or reservations about this either. Expectations are different. I told you in the summertime when you agreed to our arrangement, our transaction, that the sex would be the easy part.” Sammy placed an assertive hand upon the front of Lindsay’s neck and his gaze turned cold. “It’s everything that goes along with it that gets complicated.” When she cast her eyes downward again and heaved out a gasp, Sammy’s ire intensified. “Look at me when I’m fuckin’ talking to you.” His grip tightened. “In case you’ve somehow forgotten, you belong to me now.”

She puckered her lips. “I … I haven’t forgotten.”

“You’re a possession. You don’t have to understand why I’ve chosen to share you with my friends like this. What’s the problem, anyway? You worked in a Nevada brothel and you’re used to dicking random dicks. It’s nothing new for you.” Sammy gathered the angelic golden hair flowing down Lindsay’s spine, encased in a French braid, and yanked. “You’ll take your spankings and fuckings like a good girl tonight, and you’ll like it.”

Lindsay’s backside squirmed adorably at those words and Sammy gave her no quarter, offering it a hard, open-handed spank. “Open your mouth, slut. I’m going to have a quick face-fuck before your real fun begins.”

Lindsay closed her eyes and once again obeyed, as she must, slacking her jaw and extending her tongue to receive her owner’s blessing. Sammy slipped his khakis and boxers down and sheathed himself inside with a grunt of pleasure.

“She loves sucking dick,” he told the others while holding Lindsay’s head so he could thrust in and out at his leisure. Her gaze shifted toward the four pairs of lecherous eyes elsewhere in the opulent dining room. Humiliating, degrading, shameful, wanton, crass … to freely perform fellatio on her owner with an interested audience present.

How could anyone from her youth possibly believe that her life would one day resort to this?

“Make sure she gets plenty of it tonight, okay? I want more pricks in her than a porcupine.”

“I don’t think that will be a problem,” Tony said.

In the past, Sammy had brought some mighty fine women to the club for such deviance – Ben recalled names such as Scarlett, Mariko, and Olivia, among others – yet Sammy boasted beforehand Lindsay would trump them all.

Sheesh, he wasn’t lying.

Blonde and slender, five-foot-three, rounded beyond girlhood but still slim thanks to her workouts with a private, personal trainer whose only job, according to Sammy, was keeping Lindsay fit and attractive, so his “investment” wouldn’t go to waste. Ben realized that lower-tier employees would never suspect that she belonged, in both body and soul, to the titan of the company – its CEO – whose special assistant she masqueraded as. These people were peasants, Ben thought, and not smart enough to put two and two together. Romance they may suspect, or perhaps that she was Sammy’s daughter given their forty-year difference in age. But the innocence that Lindsay’s blue eyes conveyed would dissuade any notion that she was his bound plaything in a Daddy Dom/little girl relationship.

Ben had heard stories, too, from Tony and Marvin Thomas, of how Sammy would routinely instruct Lindsay to bend over the desk in his high-rise office. He must like her in that position. Ben shrugged one shoulder. Fuck, if she belonged to me, I’d like her in it too. Sammy would ride in and out, sometimes at an even pace, others wild and reckless, but always holding Lindsay’s hips in place and refusing to let her move, making her a stationary receptacle for his cock and its forced pleasure.

Must be nice being the boss, huh?

Once Sammy informed Ben that he was welcome to join the Tuesday night club this past autumn, he already knew from offhanded comments that it had something to do with sex, and in particular the type of sex Ben had yet to try, but badly wanted to – hardcore, dominant sex. Ben heard through the gossip mill that Sammy and his trusted company officers, such Marvin and Jeff Vankirk, among others, were enjoying this type of debauchery with their concubines and Tony, it seemed, was with his wife too.

No fool, Ben readily accepted the offer.

Last week, for example, they laid Megan – Tony’s lovely wife – on her side at one point, with Marvin in front and Sammy behind, and they fucked her simultaneously atop the foldout sofa, both pussy and ass, respectively, while Ben and Jeff took turns thumping her mouth. Megan had never been doubly penetrated down there before, let alone triply invaded, and Ben recalled with fondness the moment he held her head still and thrust deep into the softness of her mouth, only to cry out as his cock jerked and spurted, and she swallowed his seed.

“Thank you, Mr. Phalen,” Megan told him afterward with a sweet, gracious smile.

Sammy formed the club years ago for the purpose of gangbanging young women in a casual setting in order to provide the hierarchy of Gradiph Pharmaceuticals a way to unwind and relieve stress after countless hours of intense, million-dollar decisions, and to help the girls learn their place in the lives of the men who kept them.

Of course, alpha males like these pillars of the corporation could do nothing in a completely casual way. The fucking of a shared girl presented an opportunity for competition just as the boardroom did.

Still, Ben realized he had a great deal to learn before he acquired a concubine of his own. After watching Lindsay accept Sammy’s cock and allow him a furious cadence inside her mouth while continuing to maintain her bent posture, Ben felt assured he would collar a girl one day, too, and perhaps even buy her as Sammy had, if necessary.

But only if I can find one as beautiful as Steele’s.

Not wanting to soil her face before Marvin, Tony, Jeff, and Ben had their turns, despite a rumble bursting through his organs, Sammy withdrew his cock mid-stroke and tucked it back into his khakis. His hand came down hard on Lindsay’s backside without warning, and she cried out the way she always did at the beginning of every spanking. Sammy pelted her repeatedly, covering both cheeks and upper thighs with stinging blows that soon had her hips bucking in place, backside clenching and unclenching.

Ben brought a trio of fingers to his chin and scratched it. The things I could do to that ass. …

“Michael, my man,” Marvin said. “Don’t get carried away and lose sight here, okay? She’s ours tonight. Not yours. Get the hell out of here.”

With an air of reluctance, Sammy gave one final swat and turned toward Marvin. “I suppose you’re right.” Lindsay still maintained her posture, but wept now, softly, grasping her bottom with both hands because she couldn’t help it, rubbing to try to smooth away some of the sting. Sammy held Lindsay’s skirt up with his left hand and patted her backside with his right. He put his finger on the dimple of her rectum and pushed inward so Lindsay, head hung low though her woven French braid remained intact, gave a low whimper. “I just fucked her in the ass last night, and it was awesome as usual.” Sammy’s finger pushed further, and he disregarded her whimpers as they transitioned into additional cries of discomfort.

“Alright, gentlemen,” Sammy continued. “I’ll go now and leave her with you.” This represented an essential aspect of their weekly gatherings: the video feed, set up by the private club hosting the event, would be sent straight to the laptop and/or cell phone of the member who left the girl with his friends. The idea that the owner had surrendered her to them made for greater enjoyment for the group and a more thorough lesson for the girl. Besides, Sammy got to fuck Lindsay every day of the week, and would fuck her tonight, too, even after Ben, Marvin, Jeff, and Tony ravaged her in a four-on-one gangbang.

Lindsay had done some unholy things in her young life, but being verbally chastised and humiliated, and made to give a blowjob to her Master in front of four of his friends, all of whom would soon fuck her, took the cake. She cast a quick and dramatic sad look over at shoulder at Sammy.

“Now be a good girl. Marvin will bring you home to me once everyone is done with you. That won’t be for four or five hours, at least, so I suggest you buckle in. It’s gonna be a long, hellacious ride for you.” Sammy withdrew his finger from her anus and gave her bottom another swat, and Lindsay started to stand up. “No. Stay like that. My friends will tell you how they want you now. You better obey, too; I don’t want to hear any complaints about you. Else, it will be a very long night once you return home.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Her pupils dilated. "Thank you, Daddy.”

He walked through the door and vanished just as the butler came in with the salads.

Ben’s dominant blood pulsed in his veins as he watched Tony stroll up behind Lindsay, place his hands on her wrists, and yank them to the small of her back. The cuffs were exquisite, high-dollar leather. The forty-something Chairman of the Board clicked them together, forbidding Lindsay the range of motion a free person has. Forbidding her from hiding her charms from the group. Shame fell across her face and she swallowed hard.

“Lindsay, my favorite blonde teenaged whore.” Marvin was the elder statesman of the quartet, an African-American to boot, and the one who had the privilege to use her first. “Come here and kneel down, under the table. You’ll suck my cock first.”

“Shouldn’t we get her out of her dress?” Jeff asked.

“Marvin, c’mon man; not under the table!” Tony said. “The rest of us want to see, too, if you’re going to keep her to yourself while we eat.”

“Henry,” Ben said to the butler. “Would you please help this young lady out of her dress?”

The butler transferred the final salad plate from the platter he had put in the corner of the dining hall and said, “Yes, of course, Mr. Phalen.” He went to Lindsay, who had risen and turned around now, looking up at the older, handsome man in his neat white coat.

“Tony,” Marvin said, “you can get down on the floor and watch her do her business, if you want, but she’s doing it under the table so I can properly enjoy my salad. I deserve to have my dick down a girl’s throat while I enjoy a five-star meal at my favorite establishment. And if she’s as good with her mouth as I remember, and swallows like a good bitch should, I’ll pass her to you next.”

Technically, Marvin could keep Lindsay for the entire evening if he so desired according to the gathering’s mostly unwritten rules, as far as Ben could tell. The oldest (always Sammy, of course, at least when he was present) had the choice. The other two – Tony and Jeff, as well as Sammy, and a few other corporate nomads not present tonight for different reasons – had been gangbanging one another’s various trophies for three years and counting. But as the newcomer, Ben rarely questioned the protocol, not wanting to cause a stir.

The others turned to their salads, only looking up at Lindsay’s progress in being stripped down to her seatless panties, thigh-high stockings, and lacey black bra to see where matters stood, but Ben hadn’t tucked in yet. He wanted to watch the unveiling of this girl’s body. The pretty bra that concealed her little breasts accentuated their youthful firmness.

Both ready to please and take punishment, Ben contemplated the real benefits of purchasing a willing concubine like Lindsay. Indeed, she represented a true possession: a treasure a wealthy man like Sammy could display and use, and of course debase, to demonstrate the enjoyment of ownership.

The blue minidress, having been sliced and diced with a pair of shears since Lindsay was still handcuffed, fell in tatters to the floor, and the butler picked it up and disposed of it in a nearby trash bin. Lindsay’s blue eyes were down and her cheeks dusted pink. Ben wondered what it felt like to have a butler at a swanky, high-end BDSM club help make you available for fucking, and his erection grew harder. Will she be sent home naked with welts to Steele? Marvin would assuredly share Lindsay’s mouth, wouldn’t he? The usual tradition was to have the girl suck each man to climax before they laid her on the table.

“Get her tits out of that bra this instant,” Tony said.

“Leave the bra on, though,” Marvin amended, before turning his focus to Lindsay. “Get down on your fuckin’ knees, girl. Get down on your fuckin’ knees. You’ll suck my cock now.”

*

Lindsay’s face burned as she passed underneath the edge of the solid table, the crisp white tablecloth brushing against her hair, then her back, and finally her bottom, shamefully exposed in the seatless black panties. She tried to avoid looking at the butler’s face beforehand, but in the end couldn’t help it. Something in her needed to see whether he would wear an expression of pity for a girl made to wear seatless panties in a private club and forced to show her charms to the alphas who would use her.

Instead of sympathy, she had seen – as she somehow knew she would, and needed to see – jealousy of the millionaires. Lust to be one of the prosperous members of this exclusive group who gathered on a weekly basis to fuck in the dominant style of which the butler clearly yearned to experience. Henry had looked at her, as he released the bra clasp in the center of her chest revealing two of the most exquisite breasts he’d ever seen, only to pull it downward and snap it back together, with a hunger that seemed to say, if there are any crumbs left from this banquet – a wet mouth, a pussy, already well-fucked and offered as an afterthought, a tip, to the hired help – I will happily be one of your gangbangers, girl.

Just as her eyes widened and her jaw dropped in recognition, Lindsay remembered that Mr. Thomas had given instructions for her to fellate him underneath the table. Now, his legs loomed in the dim light beneath the tablecloth, clad in the blue of his business suit. “Hey Tony,” she heard him say. “I scored some courtside seats to the Jazz/Warriors game tomorrow night. Want to go?”

“Yeah, man. I’d love to.”

At least Mr. Thomas denied the idea of letting them all watch, Lindsay thought, as black, calloused hands descended to his lap and shifted the napkin aside. Yet Lindsay realized how false that consolation was, because she could feel before long, they would all be watching one another’s enjoyment of her, and perhaps inviting the butler to watch as well, and even join in.

“I have an inkling to spread some crème brûlée on this girl’s cunt later and have it for dessert,” Mr. Dier said.

Mr. Vankirk spoke up, “Oh, I like that idea. Maybe some whipped cream for me.”

From innocent, small-town high school graduate to legalized prostitute in a Nevada brothel, all the way to submissive sugar baby for a gentleman forty years her senior, Lindsay’s life had changed dramatically since the summer months. She left Happy Ending Ranch after her three-week tour and was living with Sammy in a penthouse loft in the East Bench district of Salt Lake City, driving a brand-new BMW 4 series 440i xDrive convertible, and had a stipend of $20,000 deposited into and spread out over various savings accounts every Friday like clockwork.

The tradeoff? She was Sammy’s sex puppet.

His cunt piece.

“Has she started yet?” Lindsay believed the voice belonged to Mr. Vankirk.

“No,” another man said. Mr. Dier? “You’ll see it in Marvin’s face when she does.”

“I don’t know.” Mr. Phalen: definitely Mr. Phalen, one of the two she hadn’t met until tonight. A shiver raced through Lindsay’s body. “Marvin has a good poker face.”

Then the voice with the most authority, Mr. Thomas, the one directly above her: “Bitch hasn’t started yet. Lindsay, it’s time for you to get to work on my dick, else your sugar daddy will receive a poor report from me of your conduct. And I’ll tan your bitch ass hide myself.”

Lindsay’s face twisted at the threat. She would be punished by Sammy, most assuredly caned, unless everything about tonight was positive. It would be far worse than what any of these men could do to her. Feeling faint, she shuffled forward, hunched over on her knees so she wouldn’t bump her head, and arrived at the spot between Mr. Thomas’s spread thighs.

“Do it, bitch, before we start the night with a spanking of that sweet little ass instead of a nice blowjob.”

Spanking? I want to be spanked. But she couldn’t risk the punishment that would surely come with it. So, Lindsay did as Sammy had taught her: she leaned forward and kissed Mr. Thomas’s trousers as a gesture of respect. “I love cock, sir. Please, may I suck it? I want to suck it so bad.” She nuzzled there, offering plenty more little kisses to show the men to whom her Master had loaned her that serving their vile whims made her happy and grateful. “Please, sir, let me suck your cock.”

“Of course you can,” he said, undoing his zipper and whipping his penis out. “And you will. I want my dick in your mouth. It’s what whores like you are good for.”

“Yes, sir, and thank you, sir.”

Happy and grateful. Those three weeks at the brothel planted seeds and taught Lindsay how important it was that she make herself appear thankful for the gift of a hard, throbbing cock. It was, after all, her job – her livelihood – how she made a living, and right now was no different. Sammy told her earlier that she would entertain four of his friends tonight – no rules, no restrictions – and he would pop a $25,000 bonus into one of her bank accounts.

Daddy still thinks of me as a prostitute.

“There we go,” Mr. Dier said. “How is she, Marvin?”

“Hella fine. Oh, man; that’s some good shit. Real good shit. It don’t get no better than this.” He gave a hearty groan and guided Lindsay’s face up and down over the length of his cock, his fingers wound in her wavy hair, which was starting to become loose from the braid.

“Oh, yes. Ahhhhh, oooooh, so good. Ahh, that’s good. Good shit. Look at me. Suck my balls. Suck my balls, bitch, and then deep-throat me until I come. Do as Uncle Marvin says. Do as Uncle Marvin says and you’ll go home a happy hoe tonight.”

“I’m gonna flood that mouth of hers with cum when it’s my turn,” Mr. Dier proclaimed. “Make her drown in it.”

In due time, Lindsay bobbed her head, feeling her consciousness float above her the way it always seemed to do when she had to devote her mouth this way to a man’s pleasure. Mr. Thomas gave a sharp grunt, as if he was surprised how good Lindsay was at fellatio, and she heard his silverware clatter down to his salad plate above.

“Jesus fucking Christ! Open your mouth, girl. Nice and wide, nice and wide; stick it all the way down. Go down, further … further, I said … right there. Oh, shit!”

Happy and grateful. Any dick inside of me.

Semen spurted into her throat, burning a little, but tasting sweeter than Sammy’s did. I love the taste of Black cock. When she was younger, Lindsay believed all sperm tasted the same. Wasn’t Evie making that up when she claimed each man was different? Lindsay let loose with whimpering noises as Mr. Thomas stroked her cheek and lifted the tablecloth so that suddenly the full light of the room came again to her eyes, and the scents of the food, obscured by the smell of fine tailored suits and the helpless arousal in her seatless panties, drifted to her nose.

“Look at me,” Mr. Thomas said, and Lindsay gazed up into his stern eyes. He snapped a photo with his cell phone, causing Lindsay’s face to crumple in horror, and breath to come harshly through her mouth.

Cum is dripping from my chin! And he took a picture?

“Good slut. Real good slut.” Mr. Thomas reached into his suit pocket and flung a pair of one-hundred-dollar bills toward her. “There, a tip. Your Master says that money motivates you.” He gave her a rather dangerous look. “Now go to the cock on your right and start sucking it. I’ll be fucking you before long here tonight, too, trust me.”

Heat and wetness flooded her pussy at the degradation, and still more when Mr. Thomas pushed Lindsay away and lowered the tablecloth again, enclosing her in this seedy world of serving men in the most shameful way imaginable while they carried on conversations about business, their wives and children, sports, and how thoroughly they would fuck her.

*

Sammy watched the scene from the comfort of his 2019 Alfa Romeo Stelvio Quadrifoglio SUV with one eye, sitting in the parking lot. Truthfully, his other eye, which should have been reviewing the financials for tomorrow’s hostile takeover of a fledgling company, had a difficult time keeping itself from the screen of the laptop he had open to his right, with the sole intention of making sure Lindsay was a good girl for the Tuesday club. The video only showed him the men, though, meaning Lindsay had to be underneath the table.

Of course, that undoubtedly meant she was being a good girl, just as he had trained her to be since their initial meetup at Happy Ending Ranch in July, and her mouth was full of the cocks of men she either barely knew or met for the first time thirty minutes ago. Still, Sammy had the urge to listen to the audio and hear what his friends said, and what noises came from under their china and silverware, where the young concubine served on her knees.

The mere thought of Lindsay could overwhelm Sammy and cause his emotions to go haywire. He growled at the memories from last evening alone. After several minutes of making out and feeling each other up past ten o’clock as hot water cascaded down their bodies in the shower, Sammy bent Lindsay over the bench within. She splayed both hands across the tiled wall and presented her backside to him properly. They had fucked for hours on end throughout the penthouse already, but Sammy had enough in reserve to step behind Lindsay, latch on to her hips, and slide his dick into her rectum.

Her ass is total perfection, tighter than all Hell.

The two lovers moaned once they were joined. Lindsay, thankful for the generosity Sammy had bestowed on her, pressed back as hard as she could and begged him to use her. Within seconds, Sammy seized a fistful of hair, yanked with conviction, and was thrusting away. The brashness, its taboo nature, and the undeniable sense of surrender that went along with this abhorrent act made Lindsay sob in woe and discomfort. Getting fucked in the ass hurt, but she was at a place in her life where that type of pain often transmuted itself into a strange, raw form of pleasure.

Winding his hand tighter in her mane, Sammy pulled Lindsay’s head back so far that it strained her spine. He put his lips close to her ear. “You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you? You deserve to have your ass fucked hard, like a slut, don’t you? Don’t you?”

“Yes!” She rubbed her clitoris frantically and pushed again. “God, yes! Make me your slut!”

Lindsay was the sexiest woman Sammy had ever seen, ever touched, ever pinned up against the wall, and the constant desire to bury his cock inside her was too overwhelming to withstand. He surged ahead, his hips slapping her ass as the whole of Lindsay’s body writhed against his.

Sammy decided to work a half-day yesterday, yet spent all morning talking to his eldest daughter, Carolyn, in his Salt Lake City office anyway. Sammy informed Carolyn he was ready to take the next step and propose to Lindsay. Having the little tart as an unequal wife will make her my property all the much more.

Of his four children, all adults with kids of their own, Carolyn was the only one who wasn’t upset with Sammy (or flat-out condemn him) for leaving their mother and his wife of thirty-nine years in favor of young Lindsay.

Carolyn told Sammy that he didn’t need permission or validation from her or anyone else. “You worry too much about what others say about you and Lindsay, Dad. You need to stop and focus on what you and her want, and what’s best for you.”

Sammy wanted to spend the rest of his life with Lindsay. I can’t wait until the custom-made slave cage I ordered for her finally arrives. He had been so damn preoccupied with all the negativity from his other kids – they were angry about what he had done to their mother and full of doubt as well, claiming the difference in his and Lindsay’s ages was too significant for anything to last long-term – but he wasn’t giving what she and him had built together enough credit. She’s ravenous for my dick.

Indeed, why worry about what others thought when his relationship with Lindsay, though a mere five months old, was as rock-solid and stable as could be? The sky was the limit. Why did Sammy need confirmation when he was assured what he and Lindsay had was so right?

Even if it was vastly different than a typical relationship.

Sammy chuckled at the notion. Lindsay takes care of me and I take care of her. It was mutually beneficial, and Sammy saw nothing wrong with it. This type of steady, long-term arrangement with a working girl was what he had always fantasized about. I may have lost my wife and marriage because of it – the mother of my children, too – but it was a small price to pay.

Lindsay insisted the $20,000 Sammy wired into those bank accounts each week wasn’t necessary. In fact, she hadn’t touched – let alone used – any of the money yet.

What a doll. She claimed the two credit cards Sammy gave her and said to buy whatever she wanted with them, no matter the cost, was more than enough. But I insisted on the weekly allowance. Let that balance pile up and earn interest. Even during a messy divorce, Sammy still had deep pockets, and nothing made him happier than showering prostitutes like Lindsay with his riches. I’ve spoiled her rotten already but am far from done.

The ongoing compensation was inconsequential, a byproduct of their relationship and how they met. I see no reason – if and when we get married – for it to stop. Sammy was intent on keeping the deposits going. She’ll need them one day when I’m gone.

Carolyn had another valid point. Sammy had to follow his heart and do what felt right to him. But little does Carolyn know that I’m following my dick more than anything.

“I know things haven’t been the best between you and Mom these past couple of years, Dad, so I’m not going to hold this against you like Scott, Cassandra, and Marcus do. I have no reason to, and neither should they. You’re my father and I want you to be happy. You deserve it. You’re their father, too, and I wish they’d see things the way I do.”

Of course, Carolyn didn’t know – nor did her siblings – that Lindsay was once a legalized prostitute and that was how Sammy met her.

By paying her for sex.

She still is a prostitute. On the feed, Sammy grinned at Jeff claiming he had wadded those pair of hundred-dollar bills into the top of her left nylon. A nice touch.

Carolyn had always been Sammy’s favorite child and supported him no matter what. Thus, the reason she wasn’t upset he left her mom for another woman. Growing up, Carolyn had been level-headed and wise beyond her years. Full of compassion and understanding, she realized there were two sides to every story.

But if Carolyn knew the truth, Sammy feared he may alienate her too.

I can’t lose Carolyn, so she can never find out. Everyone has their limits. Besides, none of the kids need to know about my whore addiction.

“If being with Lindsay is what you want, and she makes you happy, I can’t speak for the others. But me, personally? I’m all for it.”

Sammy was inching closer, but he wasn’t going to propose to Lindsay. Not yet, but soon. Very, very soon.

Her nineteenth birthday was two weeks ago and Sammy surprised her with a pair of airline tickets and the promise of a week-and-a-half in Hawaii at its most luxurious rental property, Four Seasons Resort Lanai, on the small, secluded island of Lanai. Perhaps during their tropical excursion, which would begin on Friday, Sammy would ask Lindsay to be his bride and he would put the expensive ring he’d purchased back in October on her finger.

Truth be told, and I never thought I’d say this, but she’s evolved into a hell of a lot more than a whore to me.

Sammy closed his eyes and images of Lindsay flooded his mind. They had shared and done so much since moving in together this past August. I abandoned everything for this girl and it’s the best decision I ever made.

Sammy went out with Lindsay five or six nights a week and always had a splendid time. The fact that I’ve been able to keep up with her and not wear myself out is fantastic and makes me feel young again.

There was the September afternoon they went ziplining through a 143-acre park in downtown Salt Lake City. Sammy will never forget the haunted house they visited on Halloween night either. Terrified, Lindsay clung to him for dear life! They tried indoor and outdoor golfing, sport fishing at Strawberry Reservoir, and spent an entire day in Big Cottonwood Canyon. Sammy held Lindsay’s hand and offered encouragement as she received her first-ever tattoo, a butterfly spreading its wings (signifying Lindsay’s newfound sense of freedom) on her lower left abdomen.

They had already been on another trip together too.

Taking a few vacation days in August allowed the perfect opportunity to divert from their emerging routine and do something fun and unique as a couple. It took some convincing on her part, but Lindsay suggested they go someplace for a few days. Work had been rough on Sammy, as had the drama with Barbara, and Lindsay wanted him to have a chance to step away, so to speak, and recharge his batteries.

She proposed they hop on a plane and travel to Washington, D.C. to tour the Smithsonian National Air & Space Museum. It was a tempting idea for Sammy as he was an aviation buff and had always wanted to visit the nation’s capital. This museum, a mecca featuring one of his greatest hobbies and interests, was number one on his bucket list too.

They almost decided to go there, but Sammy asked Lindsay what the one place was she would most like to visit. Her answer? Hawaii, naturally, but such a trip was out of the question since they only had a five-day window for their vacation. If they were to go to Hawaii, Sammy would want to spend at least ten days there, if not a whole two weeks (their upcoming trip would comprise eleven days).

Lindsay’s second choice? Kalispell, Montana.

Sammy had never even heard of Kalispell, Montana. It is a small community located seventy-five miles south of the U.S.-Canadian border with a population of 22,000. Browsing a map, nearby town names include Whitefish, Lost Trail, and Lonepine. Initially, Sammy believed it to be nothing more than a hick town in the middle of nowhere.

Yet, Kalispell has an international airport nearby and, what attracted Lindsay, is it’s considered the gateway to Glacier National Park. She loved the outdoors – hiking, boating, camping, all things nature – and had forever dreamed of one day visiting Glacier National Park. Sammy enjoyed the outdoors as well, so told Lindsay the Smithsonian and Washington, D.C. could wait for another time. They would spend their first vacation in Kalispell.

While he expected to be bored out of his skull for those five days, Sammy discovered Kalispell was the most interesting place he had ever been. It featured mountains laced with trails through lush ecosystems, torrid rivers for rafting and kayaking, vast lakes ideal for boating, and an endless choice of quality restaurants. The locals were friendly and downhome.

Every single day they went hiking and exploring – be it along Highline Trail, Piegan Pass, Iceberg Lake, Virginia Falls, or Herron Park – then they would spend the evenings enjoying local cuisine and later fucking like crazed junkies next to the fireplace in their chalet. The whole experience solidified Sammy’s feelings for Lindsay and made him realize that for the first time in his life, he was happy.

All thanks to her.

Sammy thought about that word for a moment. Before Lindsay popped into his life and knocked him off his feet, Sammy thought he was happy. He had a job he enjoyed and spent plenty of time with the grandkids.

Yet, Sammy now understood he had never been happy. Content, perhaps? Treading water? His life had been on autopilot for the past three (if not four) decades because of his soon-to-be ex-wife. Realizing this and doing something about it proved a long, grueling process.

Sammy didn’t miss Barbara and felt no remorse about leaving her. She’ll get a huge settlement – tens of millions – in the divorce and will be set up for life. The monotony of thirty-nine years of marriage, doing the same boring things day after day, week after week, year after year, had stripped away any remaining positive aspects of their union. It got to the point where I didn’t like being with Barbara anymore. She was never willing to compromise on anything. In the end, we had little in common.

Fuck her, damn her to Hell.

Of course, the root of Sammy’s current euphoria stemmed from the arousal he experienced from the dynamics of his power exchange with Lindsay. He often controlled her like a puppeteer.

Sammy found excitement at the Nevada brothels, too – they were a refuge of sorts – and it was a major reason he kept going back for more. He was fascinated by the young women who worked at them and eventually snagged his soulmate at Happy Ending Ranch.

Being with Lindsay offered Sammy a glimpse of what happiness truly was. He learned that he was never in love with Barbara to begin with. Hell, I thought I was in love with Alana back in the day, too, but now realize I wasn’t.

I’d never been in love until I met Lindsay, period.

She was a part of him now and he aimed to devote every waking moment to her from this point forward. Despite all their differences and the challenges that awaited, Sammy wanted to marry Lindsay, care and provide for her, and help create and raise babies with her. Spend the rest of eternity alongside her.

Was that too much to ask for?

Our sex life is fantastic too.

A strict, no-nonsense CEO of a pharmaceutical juggernaut worth $200 billion, Sammy found himself addicted to the infinite pleasures of being with a tight, hard-bodied teenager whom he could spank, fuck, bind, and whip at his leisure. Sammy’s guidance and discipline had morphed Lindsay into the perfect submissive princess.

He even enjoyed her bratty side and, like she had done earlier in the club, the willingness to occasionally rebel and question his authority. Though I always win in the end.

Best of all, Lindsay swore up and down that she had never been happier and more fulfilled in her whole, entire life. I’m a lucky guy, huh? Says she wouldn’t trade what she has now for anything.

… A small price to pay, indeed.

But certain sacrifices had to be made for this fairytale to become a reality. Lindsay feels guilty for quitting Happy Ending Ranch without any notice after a mere three weeks of working there. Upon exiting so abruptly, Lindsay realized how much she hurt Pamela.

Did I leave Lindsay any choice? Sammy offered her a golden ticket if she would move to Utah and live with him. He had separated from Barbara days earlier and relocated to the shadows of the Wasatch Range, an idyllic preserve where Lindsay could hike and explore to her heart’s content. Sammy chose this East Bench area, in fact, because Lindsay loved everything to do with the outdoors.

Thus, their trip to Kalispell. I would go back to Montana with her in a heartbeat too. No doubt. All she had to do was ask.

If you’re anything like Sammy and enjoy stumbling out into the wilderness with no destination or map, you would love Kalispell as well. Glacier National Park is abundant with wildflowers and pines, striking landscapes, and panoramic views. It’s an amazing spectacle.

There were many more sacrifices too.

Poor baby; her mom and dad all but disowned her once she told them that she was in a relationship with a fifty-nine-year-old man. Lindsay’s father, who was forty-six, couldn’t wrap his head around the concept. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back, too, because her mother threatened Evie a few days earlier, and she fessed up about Lindsay working at the brothel. Her mom blew a gasket and Lindsay hasn’t had any contact with her family since.

The forced separation was catastrophic to her psyche.

“Turn all the way over on your tummy, babygirl,” Sammy said earlier once rousing Lindsay awake at five o’clock. “It’s time for your morning fucking.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Her wrists bound in fuzzy pink cuffs to the matching collar around her neck, Lindsay cleared the morning gravel from her throat and obeyed. The cuffs weren’t uncomfortable anymore as she was accustomed to them by now. To remind Lindsay of her place in their relationship, Sammy often restrained her overnight.

Lindsay propped herself up on her elbows with both hands close to her face. She raised her ass as high as it would go and gave it a tiny shake, taunting her owner.

Oh, she was going to pay for that. Naughty, little brat. Passion flowed throughout Sammy’s veins at the sight of his concubine so vulnerable and inflamed, trying to gift him her charms properly.

"Please fuck me, Daddy. Please, please fuck me."

Without a word, Sammy presented the head of his cock to Lindsay's pussy, grasped her thighs, and spread them to allow the best angle to enter. Lindsay raised her head and again turned her face to gaze back his way. "Oh, Daddy. Make me your whore.”

Sammy pushed inward and began to thump her hard over the bed. “Oh, fuck. Oh, yeah, right there. You’re my good girl. Such a sweet little pussy … good girl. Hmm, that fuckin’ pussy. Oh, yeah.”

Sammy offered a series of potent thrusts that caught Lindsay’s clitoris in all the right ways. He rocked her body as well as her senses. She was tight but took every inch of him regardless. He made sure of it. “Oh, yes. Oh, so good. Look at you. Yes, you’re a little whore. A good, little whore who knows her rightful place.” He gripped the back of her neck with his left hand, drew back with his right, and delivered a sound, solid smack to her upturned backside.

"Oh, Daddy! Daddy!" The heat flared and she bounced with the forceful slap of his hand.

“You like being spanked?”

“Yes! Yes, I do! Please, do it again.”

He followed with three additional swats, each harsher than the one before it. Her foot kicked up involuntarily and walloped his side. Lindsay gasped, grunted, cried out, and pushed her ass into his pelvis yet again, but none of this was done because she wanted her fucking to end. Lindsay knew that Sammy preferred she take her punishments without any resistance – like a good girl should – but right now, how was that possible? His hand felt like a hot brand spanking her.

"This little pussy of yours constantly cries out for my cock, doesn't it?"

Lindsay again nodded, her face buried in the bedding as he his torment continued. Each motion brought a new thrill.

“Oh, you’re such a greedy cunt. So needy too. And entitled. Always been that way, haven’t you? An insatiable little cunt who tends to pout when she doesn’t get what she thinks she deserves.”

The young woman flinched as Sammy peppered her ass with another heavy-handed swat before landing one on the opposite cheek. "Oh, babygirl. I'm gonna put some sperm in your pussy to start our day off right. I know you have an IUD implanted to make sure you won’t get pregnant. But at some point – maybe soon – we’ll have it removed by the doctor and I’ll put a baby in your tummy. I’m not sure exactly when, but the decision will be mine.”

“Oh, yes! Yes! I’d love that.” Lindsay was screaming now, thrashing, as he pumped away. “That feels so good, Daddy. Please, please, spank and fuck me harder!”

"This little cunt has had twenty-nine different cocks in it since the first time I fucked it back in July at the whorehouse. My, oh, my; you were quite a promiscuous dick-taker while in Nevada. Weren’t you, babygirl?” Sammy delivered yet another painful slap to tender flesh and it was already turning red. Lindsay tried to roll her hips away – again on instinct – but the conqueror’s grip he had on her neck anchored her in place.

“I opened your pussy up during our first party, didn’t I? The first night you ever took dick in exchange for money, hmm? Yes, indeed, I opened it more than ever before and it was so tight I came quicker than I wanted to. Little, virtually untouched eighteen-year-old pussies tend to have such an effect on men my age, don’t they? You’re a bit looser now, honey, thanks to all the dick you took over those three weeks, but it’s still like velvet in there. Sweet, incredible, tight velvet. Feels like fucking Heaven."

Lindsay continued to cry out as she was ridden hard. Sammy knew his words were having a profound effect and increasing the ache of her arousal. It was why he wouldn’t shut up. She got off on him talking down to her like this.

That, and the spanking. Lindsay loved being spanked. Sammy had watched her achieve multiple orgasms from being spanked in the past.

“I’ve always wanted a twenty-four/seven bed girl like you to do with as I please.” Lost in his own paradise, Sammy spoke his mind. “I deserve this. Someone who knows I control their mouth and cunt, and especially their ass, and respects me because of it.” Sammy began to blast Lindsay with brutal force as he landed a flurry of slaps across her backside. “You’re a living, breathing sex doll who I can’t get enough of, babygirl. I’m going to keep fucking you every day. Make you suck my dick. Use your incredible little body for my own pleasure. Share you with my friends. And you’ll enjoy every minute of it as much as I will, if not more.”

Lindsay nodded, wailed out thunderous and loud, and the degradation – not to mention the physical sensations – made her pussy implode, and she reveled in the sweet, intense pleasure. She came, crying out, her face looking brighter than the sun.

The thought of the freedoms he had with Lindsay’s body brought Sammy’s passion to its conclusion as well. He gave a grunt as his cock pulsed away inside her and she couldn’t help but to suppress a listless sob at the feeling.

Sammy withdrew, walked to the side, and wrapped a towel around his hips. They had an eventful day ahead of them, first an eight-hour shift at the office, and later tonight he would present her to the bondage club. She’s going to go all modest and piss up a storm when I tell her tonight will be her first true gangbang. Lindsay, her ass twitching, clung to the headboard and gasped in deep, uneasy breaths.

She heard a click from underneath her chin.

Lindsay’s forehead scrunched with hesitation as a silver chain brushed along her cheek. It was her BDSM leash. Sammy held the metal and gave it a tug. “You’ll go on your hands and knees with me to the washroom and give me a scrub down and shower massage. If you do a good job, I may reward you, and eat out your pussy afterward before we go to Gradiph.” He pulled on the leash again and arched his eyebrows. “C’mon, down you go, girl. Down.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Clearly, Lindsay was light years away from her old life in Citronelle and everyone she had known and loved. A year ago, she would’ve never imagined that one day she would be living in Utah – soon to spend the holidays in Hawaii, of all places – and kneeling in skimpy lingerie, much less crawling in skimpy lingerie, and being led around on a leash by a fifty-nine-year-old man.

Her Daddy Dom.

Though exhausted after their vigorous morning ritual and in need of a break, Lindsay’s blush darkened as she slid from the bed to her knees, bent forward, and put her hands on the carpet. She felt the constant friction that the cuffs offered, but relaxed, and went docile. “I’m ready, Daddy.” She gave her hips a shake and barked like a puppy.

Twice.

“Oh, you’re my good girl. Such a good girl.” Sammy’s voice was full of praise as he led his obedient, faithful pet to the adjacent bathroom. “I think I may have an eight-inch snack for you.”

Back in the current moment, in his SUV outside Nightshade Sanctuary in Provo, Utah, Sammy picked up the headset connected to his laptop and placed an earbud into his ear.

“Was she good, Tony?” Jeff Vankirk asked. Sammy noticed that Tony was slumped back at the dinner table, head tilted and eyes closed, which meant he had already come in Lindsay’s mouth.

“So good,” he said, struggling to crook a suave smile.

I hope Tony drowned her in cum like he wanted to.

Lindsay shuffled over to Ben’s chair on her knees, her eyes watering and face flushed. Sammy made certain that she only wore mascara that wouldn’t run, but even at this early point, the hardcore nature of the evening was charmingly noticeable. Above all else, Sammy knew Lindsay had already passed into the zone of subspace as her dazed eyes showed her body throbbed with need. I knew she would have a change of heart after all that initial bitching and moaning earlier today.

“Come here, slut,” Jeff said. “Stand by me and show me that beautiful ass of yours up close.”

(This (and the ensuing gangbang) will continue in part 2 of the chapter ...)