I didn’t plan it carefully. I just acted.
That was the problem. After the night with the fishnets and the three anonymous loads still inside of me while my father fucked me, something in my head stopped working the way it used to. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way he sounded when he was angry with me. The way his hand felt when he spanked me. The way he talked while he was inside me, like he was disgusted and hard at the same time.
So the next afternoon I skipped my last class and took an Uber to the building where he worked, a tall skyscraper.
Everyone there knew me. I had been coming to the office since I was a kid. The receptionist smiled when she saw me and waved me through without calling up. The security guy in the elevator just nodded. By the time I reached his floor, my heart was already beating too fast. He’s the CEO so he actually has a floor just for his office and a few direct workers, it’s crazy.
His private office was empty like I was expecting since I checked his schedule for the day. The door was unlocked. The whole place smelled like leather, expensive cologne, and the faint leftover scent of his presence. Floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over the city. A long dark sofa sat against one wall. His desk was massive and clean.
I closed the blackout curtains.
I had brought the same handcuffs from the first night. I stripped down to nothing except for slutty jockstraps, oiled my ass thoroughly, and pushed a thick black plug into my hole until it seated deep. Then I cuffed my wrists behind my back, climbed onto the sofa, and got on my knees with my chest down and my ass up facing the door. Waiting.
The plug kept me open and full. Every small movement made me feel it. I stayed like that for almost half an hour I guess, listening to the muffled sounds of the company outside, my forehead pressed against the cool leather. I could see the door from the space of my open legs.
When the door handle finally turned, I didn’t move.
My father stepped in, already loosening his tie, phone pressed between his shoulder and ear. He was mid-sentence, rough harsh voice.
“—no, tell them I want the revised numbers before—”
He stopped.
The door clicked shut behind him. For a second there was complete silence. Then I heard the soft sound of him ending the call without another word.
“What the fuck.”
His voice was low and dangerous.
I stayed exactly where I was, ass up, plug visible between my cheeks, wrists locked behind my back. I heard him walk closer. His shoes stopped right behind me.
“You came to my office,” he said slowly. “Are you out of your mind, David?”
I swallowed.
“I wanted—”
“Shut up.”
He walked around me. I heard the heavy sound of the door locking. Then the rest of the blinds being closed one by one until the room dimmed. When he came back, he stood over me for a long moment without touching me.
He made a quick phone call and instructed to not be disturbed in his office since he’s in a private meeting.
“You really are a fucking problem,” he muttered. “I don’t know what to do with you.”
“Fuck me, daddy… please, I need you.”
The first slap landed hard across my right ass cheek. The sound cracked through the quiet office. I jerked forward against the sofa. The second slap hit the left side just as hard. Then he started in earnest — open-handed, heavy, steady spanks that made my skin burn and forced small sounds out of my throat. He didn’t rush. He took his time, alternating sides, sometimes hitting lower, sometimes catching the base of the plug and driving it deeper inside me.
“You think this is a game?” Slap. “You think you can show up at my company with a plug in your ass and handcuffs on?” Slap. “In my office? What do you want? That people find out you’re a hungry cockslut?”
He stopped only long enough to unbuckle his belt. The sound of the leather sliding free made my stomach tighten. The first strike of the belt was sharper than his hand. I bit down on the leather cushion to stay quiet. He gave me six measured hits, each one landing with a precise, angry crack, before tossing the belt onto the desk.
I was breathing hard. My ass felt hot and swollen. My penis was hard as marble inside the jockstraps The plug was still buried inside me. The pain was pure pleasure to me.
My father grabbed the base of it and pulled it out in one slow, deliberate motion. I felt myself stay open. A second later I heard his zipper. He didn’t undress. He just freed his cock, already thick and hard, and rubbed the head against my used hole.
“You came here to get fucked,” he said flatly. “So that’s what you’re going to get.”
He pushed in with one long thrust.
The stretch forced a broken sound out of me. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He started fucking me in deep, powerful strokes, hands locked on my hips, using the full weight of his body. The sofa creaked under us. Every thrust drove me forward into the cushions.
Suddenly his phone rang. He answered it without pulling out.
“Yes.” His voice was almost steady. Almost. “No, push the meeting to Thursday… I’m in the middle of something.” A short pause while he kept fucking me in slower, deeper strokes. “Tell them I’ll do lunch on Friday. The usual place.” Another thrust, harder. “Yes. Confirm it.”
He ended the call and tossed the phone onto the sofa next to my head. Then he grabbed my cuffed wrists and used them for leverage, pulling me back onto his cock with every stroke.
“You wanted this bad enough to come to my office,” he growled. “Then take it properly.”
He fucked me harder. I moaned as quiet as I could. The wet sound of it filled the room. My hole was already sore from the plug and from the previous nights, and he used that to punish me, driving in deep enough that I felt every inch of him. Another call came in. He answered it the same way — calm voice, business words — while his hips kept moving in steady, punishing rhythm.
“Schedule the dinner for next week… no, make it private… yes, just the three of us.” He exhaled sharply through his nose as he bottomed out again. “I’ll confirm the time later.”
When he hung up the second time, his control slipped a little. He leaned over me, one hand pressing between my shoulder blades, and started fucking me with short, brutal strokes. The anger was back in his voice.
“My own son,” he muttered. “Showing up at my company with a plug in his ass, waiting on my Italian sofa like a whore. You really don’t know when to stop, do you?”
I could only moan into the leather. I was in heaven.
“You’re going to take my cum,” he said, breath rougher now. “Right here in my office. And then you’re going to walk out of this building with it still inside you. Understood?”
“Yes, Dad—”
He fucked me through the last stretch with hard, deep strokes until his rhythm broke. He buried himself all the way in, gripped my hips tight, and came with a low, angry sound, pulsing thick and hot inside me. I felt every spurt. He kept grinding through it, forcing the load as deep as it would go, while I came untouched onto the sofa beneath me, hole clenching around him.
For a few seconds the only sound in the office was our breathing.
Then he pulled out slowly. I felt his cum immediately begin to leak down my balls and onto the leather. He stood there behind me for a moment, still mostly dressed, cock wet, looking down at the mess he had made.
He unlocked the handcuffs without saying anything. My shoulders ached when my arms came free. I stayed on the sofa, open and dripping, while he tucked himself back into his pants and adjusted his tie.
“Get dressed,” he said finally, voice flat again. “And get out of my office. I have another meeting in ten minutes.”
I pushed myself up on shaky arms. He watched me pull my clothes back on without offering any help.
When I reached the door, he spoke one more time.
“David.”
I looked back.
“Next time you decide to pull something like this,” he said, eyes cold, “make sure you’re ready for the consequences. Because I will not be gentle.”
I nodded once and left.
The elevator ride down felt longer than usual. Every step reminded me of my red spanked buttocks. By the time I reached the street, I could still feel him inside me — thick, heavy, and unmistakable.
And I already knew I was going to do something even worse next time. I really wanna test my grumpy dad.
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