Handcuffs. Can you get freaky? How far would you go to please me? Whips and chains, girl are you down with that?

Like a couple of giddy teenagers. That’s what it felt like. In contrast to the distance they had between them on the ride there, Bob and Kayla were all over each other on the ride back to the Chalet. Their driver, who seemed to be the one neckbeard who didn’t actually have a neckbeard, was the shortest one they’d seen so far, and was dressed in a suit and streaming TheBlaze Radio Network, but the couple were so into each other that even Glenn Beck couldn’t kill the mood.

They had to pass through the main lounge on the way to Bob’s suite, and in doing so ran into the other six contestants sipping hot cider while Morgan recounted the tale of Alicia and Cassie’s ‘justice’ to KJ and Darlene. As the two hustled by, Dar caught Kayla’s eye and was rewarded with a thumbs up before she and Bob scampered into the elevator.

It was like that trope from every modern rom-com where the couple hooking up literally falls into the room unable to keep their hands off each other. They feverishly stripped each other’s clothes off, but simultaneously halted. Kayla’s eyes roamed over Bob’s now visible abs, while his just drank her in.

It was he that broke the stalemate, reaching out a hand to caress her cheek. Kayla leaned into his hand as he whispered, “I’ve wanted this for so long…”

They came together again, slower this time, more deliberate. Both of their eyes slid closed as Bob bent to kiss her, gently but firmly, and allowed his hands to finally explore her soft flesh. His hands glided down her neck, her arms, her waist and hips, before finally coming to rest on the ass that he had spent so long staring at.

As he gripped that wonderful cushion he felt her nails gliding down his back and responded by moving his lips from hers to the corner of her mouth before descending along her cheek and jaw to her neck. Kayla tensed up and dug her nails into the small of his back, which he took as encouragement. Her gasp as his lips closed around her left nipple was the most beautiful song he had ever heard.

Still gripping her, he lifted her from her feet at which she squealed and wrapped her legs around his waist, his already rock hard manhood settling into the cleft of her ass between his hands. His lips once more found her neck as he carried her across the sitting area and into the bedroom, finally depositing her on the bed. There he stopped and gazed down at her, her pale white flesh contrasting beautifully with the red Sherpa blanket.

After only a moment he joined her on the bed, spreading her legs as he settled in beside her and began once more to **** her neck. She reached over to touch him, but he swatted her hand away while his own began creeping up her thigh. “Tell me what you want.”

“What I… what?”

“Tell me what you want.” His fingers brushed over her nether lips, teasingly.

“I… I…”

One finger penetrated her dripping snatch. “Tell me what you want.”

Her whole body clenched up and she found herself unable to respond. A second finger joined the first, his broad digits stretching her. He was more insistent this time. “Tell me what you want.”

Kayla let out a cry at this, arching her pelvis to meet his hands. His fingers curled slightly, searching for her g-spot.

Bob had been accused by a lover in college before dropping out of ‘inflicting pleasure’. As much of a pushover as he was out in the world, in the bedroom he was very much the alpha male. “Tell me.”

“Oh God! Please don’t stop!”

Having found his target and elicited his desired response he slowed his ministrations, causing her to whine and grind her hips against him. “And what will you give me to keep going?”

“God! What do you want? What are you doing to me?”

“Ask me to keep going.”

His middle finger brushed her g-spot. “Please keep going!”

He pressed against it. “Ask me to make you cum.”

“Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!”

“Beg for it.”

“God, please don’t stop, Bob! Please make me cum! Please use your hand! Use you cock! Use your mouth…just don’t stop!”

Bob sped up, driving his fingers in and out, stimulating her in ways no one else had. “Ask for permission.”

“God! Please can I cum?”

“Cum for me.” And as if on command she started to. As her pussy contracted on his fingers and she began to spasm, letting out a shriek. A shriek which was soon cut off by one of his big hands clamping over her mouth, and also pinching her nose shut, cutting off her oxygen.

The added fear stimulation, the oxygen deprivation, and the oncoming orgasm all synergized into her whole world exploding into white as her eyes rolled back in her head and her entire body spasmed. The asphyxiation only lasted for a second, but Kayla was flushed red by the time the tremors subsided. Her whole world was one gigantic rush of pleasure, and through the haze two words whispered into her ear caused her an unnatural amount of joy. “Good girl.”

Bob didn’t let her recover for longer than a moment before he once more moved, this time getting on his knees. “Hands and knees.”

It wasn’t a request. His voice was gruff, insistent, and it cut straight to her animal mating instinct, causing her to roll over and present herself before it even registered to her conscious mind that she was doing so. She felt the first blow of his hand against her ass, the sudden spike of pain followed by the warmth of his caress over what she knew would be a raised handprint followed once more by those words. “Tell me what you want.”

Kayla’s words came out without a thought. “Please fuck me!”

No sooner had the words left her lips than she felt the head of his cock brush against the lips of her pussy. She arched her back and pushed her ass up against him but Bob maintained control. “Do you deserve it?”

Tears came to her eyes. Did she? She didn’t know. All she knew was that she wanted it sooooo bad. “I… Bob…”

She felt him pull away. “Well, if you can’t answer…”

“No! No! Please! I don’t deserve it! I don’t deserve your cock! I want it so bad though! I’ll do anything to earn it. I want you to wreck my pussy!”

Bob knew what he wanted. Right now he wanted to be deep inside her. But age had taught him something of patience and long term goals. He brushed his cock against her labia again, grazing her clit. “How will you earn it?”

Kayla tried to process the question with her endorphin flooded brain but found that she couldn’t think of anything beyond offering him her body which she was already doing. “Anything! I’ll do anything!”

There it was. “Call me Daddy.”

That’s all he wanted? Bob had called her ‘Babygirl’ for nearly the entire time he’d know her. A part of her had always been turned on by the older man calling her that, and in her own more introspective moments she could see herself responding in kind. Hell, she’d gotten herself off to thinking of him as Daddy a few times. This was easy! “Please fuck me Daddy!”

“Good girl.” And with that, all eight inches were inside her.

“Yes! Thank you Daddy! Thank you for fucking your Babygirl! Thank you for giving me that dad-dick! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeeee!” She was cumming again, her cunt squeezing him like a hand. As stimulated as he already was, it took a near inhuman effort not to burst himself. Steeling his resolve he continued to thrust, hard and deep until her second orgasm subsided.

Kayla was still feeling the aftershocks when she again heard those two words. “Good girl.”

He managed to last a few more minutes before he hit his limit. “Do you want Daddy’s cum, Babygirl?”

“God yes, Daddy! I want to feel you filling your Babygirl up with your cum!”

“Good girl.” And with those words he let loose feeling her again spasm with a moan and cum around him as he shot his load deep inside her.

(Title: ‘Freaky Girl’ by Shaggy feat. the Kraft)