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Caitlyn Kiramman, the youngest CEO of Kiramman enterprises, who spends most of her time running her company, who is feared by her peers, who can make a grown man cry, who could have anything on a flick of her wrist. But here is the thing, none of this makes Caitlyn happy, the power, the lavishing lifestyle, the galas, the parties, nothing can make her happy.
Nothing can make her feel alive the way Vi's cock feels between her legs, she truly feels so happy when she has her Vi's cock buried deep inside her pussy. Right now, she is the happiest person in the world, riding her cock, having her big hand wrapped around her throat as she whispers filthy things to her.
"Such a slut," Vi grunts as she tightens her grip on her princess's throat.
"Only for you daddy, only for you" Caitlyn chokes out as her eyes closes in pure bliss.
The Penthouse is filled with grunts, moans and whimpers as the young CEO, rides her daddy's condom covered cock. Its slick from her abundant wetness. She hates it. She wants to feel her daddy’s cock without any barrier. But her daddy hates it when she is on pill. Rarely Vi would fuck her raw, coming all over body, majority of the times she doesn’t want to take any risk.
"I do not want to accidentally impregnate you, princess" Vi had told her one day when she begged her to fuck her without condom.
"But daddy, I do not care. I am your property, do anything you want,"
"Hush princess, stop being a brat,"
Cait also had a naughty habit of squeezing her daddy’s cock to make her lose control, hoping to feel her daddy's cum deep inside her. Only on special occasions would Vi let her take birth control - and all those times, she had been thoroughly fucked and filled to the brim.
On this particular day, Cait has already come three times, but she is still insatiable. She is always insatiable for her daddy. They have been fucking non-stop for the past two days, with Vi cooking in between and feeding her the most delicious meals. Her daddy enjoys cooking for her, and Cait has always hated outside food.
Her daddy always makes sure she eats well, since Cait has a habit of skipping meals. Every time her daddy cooks for her, she gets on her knees and sucks her dick to show her how much she appreciates it. No one has ever taken care of her like her daddy does; she is eternally grateful to have her in her.
Ever since they started dating, she has been nothing but a horny little slut for her daddy. She could never get enough of her daddy's cock. Even during important conferences, she dreams about it. Her filthy fantasies varies depending on her horniness: sometimes she fantasizes about sucking her daddy; other times, about riding her daddy while she sits in her office chair. She even imagines her daddy bending her over the conference table, fucking her in front of everyone. She keeps a vibrator in her drawer so that whenever she is aroused, she could shove it inside and come screaming her daddy’s name. It is a good thing her office was soundproof; she wouldn't want her employees to know the truth. They have never had sex in the office before, but she plans to change that. She just needs to convince Vi.
"My precious girl. My darling princess," Vi coos, her fingers grazing the tattoo on Caitlyn’s stomach. The words Daddy’s hole are inked there, with an arrow pointing toward her pussy.
Vi still remembered the day Cait had gotten that tattoo out of jealousy, and how shocked she had been when she first saw it. That was the day they finally confessed their love for each other. Vi had eventually gotten a tattoo of her own—"Princess"—on her wrist. Many times, Vi had asked Cait if she wanted to remove her tattoo, but Cait always refused.
"Yours, Daddy. Your personal hole," Cait whispers, already understanding her daddy's inner turmoil. Vi is the kindest and purest soul she has ever met in her entire life.
At first, Vi wasn’t exactly thrilled about this particular kink, but when she realized how much it meant to Cait, she slipped into the role. That is Vi—always taking care of others, always doing things for people. Cait couldn’t help but fall in love with her even more. Together, they have an adventurous sex life, one that is dictated by Cait’s needs and Vi, who does whatever she wants. She is spoiled rotten by her daddy.
Every part of her belongs to her daddy. She loves her tattoo and isn't ashamed of it.
Cait loves getting marked by her daddy. Right now, her body is littered with bite marks, and her ass and hips bore her daddy’s handprints. Earlier, her daddy had bent her over her lap and smacked her until she cried. She had begged for it.
She wants her daddy to leave marks all over her body because when they are busy, she could reminisce about them. When she sits in her chair, she wants to feel the lingering ache. Her daddy always has a sweet spot for her, and when she begs like a good girl, Vi always caves in.
She holds onto her daddy’s abs as she rides her vigorously; this is the most fun she has in a while. The last month is filled with so many meetings, paperwork, and field visits. She misses her daddy and her big cock pounding her relentlessly. She misses choking on her daddy’s cock. Her daddy is busy with her new gym as well, so it is nice that they are finally spending some time together.
"Fuck, I love when you ride my dick. I love watching your tits bounce." Vi grins as she smacks her princess's big tits.
My God, what a glorious pair they are! Vi has always been a boob lover, and she is lucky to have a girlfriend with such a glorious rack. It has quickly become her favourite pastime; whenever she is bored or stressed from work, she would play with her princess’s tits. Even when they are watching a movie, one of her hands would usually be squeezing them.
“Hm daddy. It’s all for you. I am made for your pleasure. I love when you play with my tits daddy” Caitlyn whines. “Please daddy, smack my tits more” She whimpers, pushing her tits out.
“You naughty little brat,” Vi growls, smacking her princess’s tits again. She watches in glee as they bounced from the force. Her tits are already covered in bite marks, and the smack leaves the skin deliciously red—just the way her princess loves it.
“Oh, fuck, Daddy, it feels so good,” Caitlyn moans, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. God, she is such a pain slut; being choked by her daddy and getting smacked around is her dream come true. Luckily, she has four more days of leave, so she is able to rest before heading back to the office. By then, the marks and soreness will be mostly gone.
“Are you close, princess?” Vi asks as she chokes her a little more. She gently applies more pressure; she is being extremely careful.
“Yes, daddy, fuck I am close. Can I come?” Cait begs, as she bounces up and down on her daddy's dick.
“Yes, Princess, you may!” Vi orders as she smacks her princess's tits one last time.
Caitlyn screams out in pleasure she comes drenching her daddy’s cock, some of it spilling all on her daddy's abs.
"Such a messy girl" Vi teases. She releases her hold on her princess throat making her whine in displeasure. Always a needy little brat. She hasn't come yet. "I am so close to cumming. Where do you want it, babygirl?
"I want it in my mouth" Cait pants as she is still recovering from her orgasm.
"Get on your knees, then"
She whimpers when her daddy pulls her cock out; the sudden emptiness is jarring. She already misses the feeling of being completely full.
“You better get down on your knees quickly, or I’ll finish it on the floor,” Vi commands.
“Fuck, fuck, no daddy. Please, no,” Caitlyn babbles. Her cock-drunk mind can’t fathom the idea of her daddy’s precious cum going to waste. She is utterly shameless and knows she would probably end up licking it off the floor if she had to, though she’s afraid her daddy might find that too messy.
She scrambles from the bed to obey, desperate for the taste she’s become addicted to. There are days she spends hours on her knees serving that dick. Her jaw might ache and her throat might stay sore for days, yet she never wants to stop.
She watches, mesmerized, as her daddy removes the condom to stroke herself. It’s massive—ten inches in length and thicker than Cait’s wrist. Even Cait’s hands feel small wrapped around it; she can barely close her fist. She remembers their first time, how it barely fit and how afraid Vi had been of hurting her. But now, she’s adjusted. She is her daddy’s perfect cock-sleeve.
"Always hungry for my cock" Vi smirks as she stands next to Cait. "Open your mouth and stick your tongue out. You better swallow every drop." She orders.
Caitlyn, being a daddy’s girl, obeys quickly. Her daddy places her dick on her tongue, and within a few seconds, Caitlyn tastes the delicious release. She gulps down every single drop as if she’s been starving for months, even though she only sucked her daddy this morning. When her daddy is done, she pulls back.
"Good girl," Vi smiles, slapping her cock against her Princess's face and smearing her cum all over her cheek.
"I wish I could fuck your tits," Vi says, her eyes drinking in the sight before her.
"Please, do."
"I don't have much time. I'm already late, and Sevika is probably pissed at me. Besides, I want to cook breakfast for you."
"Daddy, we can always order."
"No, babygirl. What did I tell you about eating outside food? It’s not good for your health," Vi scolds, slapping her cock against her Princess's face again to chastise her.
"I’m sorry, daddy. I’ll do better," Caitlyn whispers. She has a dazed, happy smile on her face as she gets reprimanded, her daddy's cock feeling warm and heavy against her cheek.
“Fuck, fuck, yes please. I have been such a good girl,” Caitlyn almost drools in excitement. She is such a cock-addicted fool—but only for her daddy. Absolutely no one else can evoke these emotions in her.
“Tap it if it’s too much, okay?” Vi says gently. She doesn't want to hurt her princess.
“Yes, daddy.”
“Good girl.”
Vi groans as she shoves her cock down her princess’s eager mouth. At times like this, she’s grateful that her princess has almost no gag reflex. She still gags a little, but she has been taking her daddy’s dick for almost a year now, so she doesn’t have much trouble anymore. Vi grips Cait’s ponytail, anchoring her as she fucks her mouth roughly.
Tears spill from Caitlyn’s eyes during the intensity of the moment. She finds a sense of release when the boundaries are pushed, appreciating the rare moments of complete surrender.
Vi stares at her princess's tear-stained face as she continues to violate her mouth. The power she holds over her babygirl is such a massive rush; only she can see this side of Cait. This part of Caitlyn belongs to her and her alone. She watches in glee as her princess obediently keeps her mouth open. Vi's balls slap against her princess's chin as she fucks her roughly, her breasts bouncing and slapping against each other. It is, in Vi's eyes, a perfect view.
The muscles in her lower abdomen tighten, and she feels herself getting closer to the edge.
"I think I’m close, babygirl. Take it... take everything," Vi grunts as she spills her load into her princess's wet and eager mouth.
Cait swallows every last drop, refusing to let a single bit go to waste. Once her daddy is finished, she licks her thoroughly, cleaning her with devoted care. A loopy, dazed smile stretches across her face as she nuzzles against her daddy’s length. The view from below her daddy towering over her - is a familiar one; they’ve already taken so many pictures from this exact angle to remember it.
“How do I look, daddy?” Cait giggles, sounding absolutely cock-drunk.
“So perfect. That’s exactly where you belong, Princess,” Vi smiles, reaching down to stroke her hair.
Vi can't help but think how adorable Cait looks in this state. She’s breathtakingly beautiful, which only makes the fact that she has to leave soon sting even more.
“Baby girl, I have to get ready,” Vi says softly, gesturing for Cait to finally sit up.
“But daddy,” Cait whines.
“Don’t be such a brat,” Vi scolds.
Cait huffs, her inner brat flaring up - as it usually does. She isn't ready for the closeness to end, and she certainly doesn’t want her daddy to leave. She lets out a soft, performative whine as Vi hauls her up, though she still clings tight to her daddy’s neck even as she’s hoisted into the air.
“There you go,” Vi coos, her voice dropping into that low, soothing register as she settles Cait gently onto the mattress.
“I’m going to grab the ointment,” Vi says, her tone shifting into a playful command. “Face down, ass up.”
Cait can’t help the smile that tugs at her lips as she watches Vi rummage through the cabinet. Every time she sees this side of her lover—the grounded, attentive caretaker—her heart swells.
The air hits her heated skin before Vi begins to apply the ointment with a gentle, steady hand. Her skin is still a vivid, angry red from the punishment, but as the cool cream meets the sting, Cait lets out a long, contented hum. She’s finally settling, the last of her bratty energy melting away - until Vi gives her a sharp, playful pinch that makes her jump and giggle against the sheets.
“Viii...” Cait drawls, her voice thick with affection as she traces the lines of Vi’s handsome face.
“Yes, baby?” Vi murmurs, her gaze softening.
“I love you,” Cait says. A fresh blush coats her cheeks, the confession feeling just as heavy and sweet as the first time she said it.
“I love you more,” Vi replies, reaching down to playfully bop Cait on the nose. “So cute and cuddly. It’s honestly not fair that I have to leave.”
“Then don’t,” Cait hums, her eyes sparking with a hint of her usual mischief as she opens her arms in an invitation.
Vi chuckles, shaking her head. “Nope. Not falling for that trap again. I know exactly how that ends.”
“You’re no fun, Vi,” Cait huffs, though the smile on her lips gives her away.
“Says you,” Vi teases with a wink before disappearing into the bathroom.
As the sound of the shower begins to hiss, Caitlyn sinks deeper into the pillows, finally letting her body go limp. She feels deliciously sore - a dull, thrumming ache that serves as a constant reminder of who she belongs to. Two days of non stop fucking, and yet, she already misses the warmth of Vi’s skin.
Vi fucked her, fed her, cuddled her and fucked her again.
Cait is going to miss her terribly over the next four days. It’s going to be so lonely without her; she’ll miss the constant warmth of Vi sleeping beside her, holding her protectively in those strong arms.
She already has a plan to keep herself occupied: a day of shopping with Mel. She needs to restock her lingerie; specifically lacy panties, since Vi has ruined most of her current pairs by tearing them. Not that she’s complaining, of course. She sends a quick text to Mel to see if she’s free this weekend.
When a reply doesn’t come immediately, Cait sighs. Mel is likely buried in work.
Fifteen minutes later, Vi emerges from the bathroom. Cait watches her with a dreamy sigh as she pulls on a tank top, her leather jacket, and a pair of tight jeans. She loves that Vi keeps a small stash of clothes in her drawer; whenever the house feels too empty, Cait finds comfort in wearing one of Vi’s hoodies, boxers, or an oversized tank top.
She smiles as Vi approaches the bed.
“I’m going to make breakfast,” Vi whispers, pressing a lingering kiss to Cait’s lips.
“Do you have any idea how awesome you are?” Cait asks softly.
“I know, cupcake, but I wouldn’t mind hearing it again,” Vi teases.
“Then I’ll say it every day.”
Vi walks away with a massive grin on her face.
Half an hour later, breakfast is ready. Vi returns to gently carry Cait to the living room, the latter clinging to her like a koala. Cait loves getting the "princess treatment" from Vi; she is thoroughly spoiled by her lover and enjoys every second of it. To her, Vi is a gentle, protective shield against the world.
Cait settles onto Vi’s lap as she is fed delicious pancakes topped with fresh fruit - strawberries, bananas, and blueberries. Before Vi entered her life, Cait often skipped meals due to her demanding work schedule and had lost a worrying amount of weight. But ever since she met Vi, her lover has made sure she is always well-fed. Now, she is healthier and happier than ever.
“I am going to miss you,” Cait whispers as she buries her face into Vi's neck. She inhales her unique scent that always made her days better. Here in Vi's arms she feels safe and she can face anything. Right now she is not a CEO; It's just Caitlyn.
“Me too Caitlyn,” Vi replies as she kisses her forehead.
They stay like that for a moment before Vi has to leave. She waves Cait goodbye as she puts on her hat. She already knows paparazzi are waiting outside to take photos of her.
Once Vi leaves, Cait is alone in her big mansion. She hears her phone beeping. It’s Mel.
Mel:
I think I may be free this weekend.
What do you have in mind?
Caitlyn:
Just shopping. Planning to purchase some lingerie
Mel:
Oh?
Is daddy taking good care of of you, Caitlyn?
Caitlyn:
Mel? You are not going to let me live that down, aren't you?
Mel:
What? You think I am ever going to forget that night?
Caitlyn groans when she reads Mel’s last message.
That night, they were all out having drinks at a bar. In the middle of the noise and laughter, Cait accidentally spilled her drink down the front of Vi’s shirt.
The table went dead silent. Vi looked at her with wide eyes, her glass frozen halfway to her mouth. Cait’s face turned a violent shade of red; she wished the ground would simply open up and swallow her whole.
“Sprout... why?” Jayce whined, looking profoundly uncomfortable. It was officially the last thing he ever wanted to hear coming from his baby sister.
Mel, on the other hand, just watched the scene unfold with an amused, knowing smile.
Powder made theatrical gagging noises. “Eww, gross! I did not need to hear that! You two are fucking disgusting!”
Beside her, Ekko looked like he was plotting his immediate escape, staring intensely at the floor to avoid eye contact with anyone.
“Daddy, huh? That’s new,” Mylo teased, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“Shut up, Mylo,” Claggor muttered, swatting him hard on the back.
Vi groaned, hiding her face in her hands as the embarrassment finally hit. This was going to be a very long night, and she definitely needed something much stronger than a beer to get through it.
Caitlyn grinned as she replied to Mel.
Caitlyn:
Yes, daddy is taking good care of me.
Mel:
My god, you have become so shameless, Kiramman
Caitlyn couldn't help but laugh after reading Mel's message. It was a fair trade; Mel deserved a little bit of teasing after the "Daddy" incident at the bar.
She was genuinely looking forward to seeing her, though. Between the chaos of the last few days and Vi’s upcoming departure, she really missed spending quiet - or at least less scandalous - time with her best friend.