The Store Empties

The bell above the door chimed when the last customer left. Dante yanked a handful of my hair, bringing me to my feet.

“We’re finally alone, bitch.”

I trembled at the thought of finally having his undivided attention. With his free hand, he slapped me across the face. The surprise blow caught me so off guard I barely grabbed onto the counter in time to keep myself from falling.

“That’s for making me wait so long to become the slut you were always meant to be.”

My face was hot where he’d struck me. Was he right? Was this my destiny?

I answered my question with a question: who but a slut would get so turned on by his ****?

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I said, bending over to show him my drenched pussy, demonstrating the extent of my remorse. “Fuck me, Daddy. Make me pay for what I did.”

He spanked my ass hard, and I yelped.

“You don’t tell me what to do, bitch,” he growled.

“I’m sorry, Daddy!”

He spanked me again: I collapsed onto the counter. My skirt rode up, leaving my bare, flushed bottom completely exposed.

“You beg. You beg, and you obey,” he continued punishing my ass as he spoke. “You’re a hole. You don’t get to make decisions.”

With each blow, my gasps of pain slowly transformed into moans of pleasure. His derision only added more fuel to the fire in my pussy. I knew what would happen next. It was inevitable.

I was going to beg my high school bully for his cock

“Please, Daddy, I’m begging you to fuck me! I need you inside me, Daddy! Please!”

He groped my ass, “Beg harder.”

“I’m your bitch, Daddy! Please just do what you want! I need your cock, Daddy!”

He grabbed me by the neck and dragged me to my feet.

I looked up at him, batted my eyelashes, “Please fuck me, Daddy.”

He spat in my face.

I almost came from that alone.

“Who do you belong to?” He was squeezing my throat tight.

“You, Daddy,” I sputtered.

He spat in my face again, “And what are you?”

“I’m your bitch. I’m a hole, Daddy.”

He slapped me, “That’s right, bitch, and now I’m gonna use you.”

My heart jumped in excitement.

“Thank you, Daddy!”

With a hand wrapped around my throat, he marched me into the supply closet.