Chapter 6

Olivia's POV

As the elevator doors slid open, I entered a world that made my tiny studio apartment look like a cardboard box. The penthouse was a modern luxury masterpiece with sleek lines and gleaming surfaces.

"It's... wow," I breathed, fighting my urge to gape.

I entered the bedroom, awestruck by its luxury. A huge king bed with silk sheets commanded the room. Floor-to-ceiling windows revealed a stunning cityscape. Plush carpets muffled my footsteps as crystal chandeliers bathed the room in warm light, accentuating sleek furniture and elegant artwork.

I gasped as Christopher revealed a massive walk-in closet brimming with designer clothes.

"Choose whatever you like," He said. "There are plenty of sizes. Just remember, the sexier, the better. That's how Daddy likes it."

"Of course... Daddy."

"I'll give you some privacy. Don't keep me waiting too long."

I rifled through the racks, my fingers brushing against silks and laces I'd only ever dreamed of wearing.

A shimmering emerald bra and panties caught my eye. "Perfect," I murmured, stripping off my modest clothes.

I fastened the lacy bra, feeling surprisingly confident as I admired myself. The panties hugged my curves enticingly. I slipped on a flowing burgundy dress, its off-shoulder style accentuating my figure.

I stepped out of the walk-in closet. Christopher stood by the window, silhouetted against the city lights, swirling a glass of wine.

He turned, his eyes widening as they traveled over me. "Well, well. You look absolutely delectable."

Before I could respond, his lips were on mine. The kiss was hungry, demanding. I kissed him back, trying to match his intensity. His hands gripped my hips, yanking me against him.

I felt his hardness against my stomach and bit my lip, wondering how big it was. Would it even fit? My curiosity was quickly sated as he groped my ass. "Such a perfect ass."

"Daddy," I moaned, my knees weakening at his touch. I was surprised by his boldness but secretly thrilled.

"Mmm, you like that, don't you?" He slapped my ass lightly, making me gasp. "You like it a little rough."

"Yes," I whispered. "I like it when you take control."

"In that case, I think it's time to blow your mind." He spun me around, pressing me against the bed.

He lifted my dress over my head, leaving me naked except for the lingerie. "You're gorgeous."

I shivered as his fingers trailed along my spine, sending goosebumps. "Please, Daddy," I begged hoarsely. "I need you."

"Not yet, baby." His finger traced circles on my lower back, dipping teasingly toward the lace covering my pussy. "Let Daddy taste you first."

I whimpered as he nuzzled my neck, his breath tickling my skin. His mouth traced down my body, kissing my shoulder blades and spine before reaching between my thighs.

I moaned as his tongue flicked over my clit through the lace.

"Such a sweet pussy," he murmured. Then his tongue was on me, licking and sucking through the fabric.

"Please," I whined, my hips bucking involuntarily.

He pulled the panties to the side, baring my swollen pussy to his view. "So wet for me already." His fingers spread me wide as he devoured me hungrily.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I cried out, my body arching off the bed. "Right there, Daddy, don't stop!"

His fingers slipped inside me, curling to hit that magical spot. At the same time, his tongue flicked and teased my clit relentlessly.

"Oh my God, I'm gonna—" My words dissolved into a cry of pleasure as my orgasm ripped through me. My body shook uncontrollably, waves of bliss washing over me.

Christopher licked and sucked me through my climax until I quivered helplessly.

"I can't take anymore," I panted, my body boneless and satisfied.

"Oh, but we're just getting started," he stood, stripping off his clothes with an eagerness that made my core clench.

My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw his cock. It was huge—long and thick, veiny and engorged. "Oh my," I breathed, my mouth watering despite myself.

"You like what you see?" He stroked his shaft slowly, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.

I nodded mutely, unable to form words.

"Come here and show Daddy how much you like it."

I crawled towards him on the bed, my movements like a lioness stalking her prey. "Let me taste you, Daddy," I purred, wrapping my hand around his girth.

I wrapped my lips around his cock, swirling my tongue over the tip. As I took him deeper, tasting his salty sweetness, he rumbled with pleasure.

"Fuck," he groaned, gripping my hair. I bobbed faster, taking him deeper. His hips bucked, fucking my face as I sucked hungrily. His scent and taste drove me wild.

"That mouth's dangerous," he groaned, thrusting faster. "Could make a man addicted."

I hummed, relaxing my throat to take him deeper as my tongue danced.

"Fuck, I'm close—shit." He pulled out of my mouth with a groan, his cock glistening and straining. "We have to slow down, or this will be over too quickly."

"I want to make you feel good."

"Oh, you will," he promised, grabbing a condom from his nightstand and putting it on.

I watched, my breath coming in short gasps as he positioned himself at my entrance.

"You ready?" His eyes held a hint of concern beneath the lust.

"Please, Daddy," I begged, lifting my hips in invitation.

He plunged into me. "Fuck, you're so tight."

I cried out as his thick cock stretched me. The almost-pain felt exquisite.

"Shh, easy, baby," he soothed, smoothing my hair. "Relax and let Daddy take care of you."

I nodded, my body adjusting to his size. Slowly, he began to move, his hips pumping gently.

"Oh God, you feel so good," he groaned, gripping my hips. "You're so tight."

"Move, Daddy," I begged, my nails digging into his arms. "Harder."

He nearly pulled out, then rammed back in. My eyes rolled back as he pounded my pussy harder, thrusting deep and fast. The bed protested loudly, the headboard slamming the wall with each powerful thrust.

"Oh, Daddy, I'm gonna—fuck!" I cried out as my orgasm exploded through me, my body clenching and milking his cock.

"That's it, let go. Come all over Daddy's cock."

The force of my orgasm made my vision go white, my body shaking uncontrollably.

But Christopher wasn't finished. He gripped my hips tighter, his fingers digging into my flesh as he kept thrusting through my climax.

"Oh fuck, you're so tight. I'm not gonna last," he grunted, his cock swelling inside me. "Where do you want Daddy's load?"

"Inside," I moaned, still riding the waves of my orgasm. "Fill me up, Daddy."

His muffled roar signaled release as he filled the condom. He fell onto me, panting against my neck.

"That was incredible," he gasped.

I smiled, satisfied yet slightly guilty. "Yeah, it was."

As we lay there, our hearts slowing and our sweat-slicked bodies entangled, I realized that I had genuinely enjoyed myself despite my initial reservations. Christopher may have been demanding, but he was also attentive and skilled.