Daddy's Dirty Pet

DAMIEN'S POV

I had never cared much for my wife's expensive lifestyle for once.

Never batted an eye at the big mansions she bought or even the large social parties she threw.

Not even the constant travel with the man that was supposed to be her boss bothered me in the least.

None of it meant anything to me because this was a lavender marriage.

She was in it for my money.

And I needed her as a cover.

She had left for Milan that morning while I was asleep without even a goodbye.

And I watched her expensive automobile drive away through the open french windows with nothing but relief.

She would be fine for two weeks.

And I would finally be alone in this house with the new chef she had hired-Elias.

The twenty-two year old hard working man was handsome in a cute way.

One that refused to fade away even when he tried his best to look serious.

He had bold eyes.

That was the part that interested me the most because he never always looked down whenever I was speaking to him.

Most people cowered.

He did not.

And I wanted him.

Every fibre of my being screamed for him ever since he stepped into this place.

And I knew he wanted me back too.

Knowing as much from the looks he stole when he thought I wasn't paying any attention to him.

Yet I needed to be sure.

I couldn't risk starting something with this man without confirming my stance.

That was the reason I started testing him during the late nights in the kitchen.

And I definitely enjoyed every minute of watching him squirm nervously, all while I stayed entirely calm on the outside.

But with my wife still in the picture, it had been risky to start anything yet.

And she is gone now.

Tonight was mine.

I sought him after dinner, walking into the kitchen while he cleaned up.

He had his back to me.

I hadn't had time to admire his glorious ass.

That same one I wanted to fuck so hard.

And be turned around.

The moment he realized it was me, his shoulders had instantly tensed, just as it was now as I gently pulled away from the kiss.

My right brow lifted.

"Never learned how to kiss?" I asked.

He swallowed audibly.

"I- I- I don't kn-"

He was stammering.

My cock hardened in my pants.

I loved when I made someone I wanted to fuck hard completely speechless.

A smirk curved my lips.

"You look like the sauce you made," I informed him.

The reference was the redness that was swiftly spreading across his cheeks.

His hands flew up to cover them.

"I- you just- I was surprised."

His bold eyes grew rounder.

They reminded me of innocence.

My cock was throbbing now.

"Take off your apron."

Elias blinked.

"Sir?"

"You heard me."

My voice stayed even.

"Take it off."

He reached down to untie the apron and slowly placed it on the counter.

"Your hands are shaking."

I liked that.

He glanced at me, moon-eyed.

But I stepped behind him.

I was instantly pressing my body against his back.

He froze.

Definitely he could feel my arousal.

"I know you have been watching me since you got here," I said quietly.

His breathing quickened.

"I... I didn't mean anything by it."

I laughed softly.

"Don't lie," I said, pressing my hard cock against his firm ass. "I see the way you have been looking at me Elias."

My hand slid up over his hard cock.

"Ohhhh," he moaned.

Fingers trailed up his washboard belly to his chest.

I found one of his erect nipples.

My fingers squeezed gently.

He gasped softly.

"I see you Elias. Every glance."

"Arghh," he moaned.

He sounded so breathless.

"Yes, I did."

I reached around to grip his chin using my other hand.

Then I turned his face toward me.

He looked so horny.

Eyes dark.

Lips parted.

"You want me to fuck you."

It was a fact.

Not a question.

My hands travelled downwards, to cup the thick bulge in his trousers.

His cock jerked in my hands.

"Say it."

He bit back a moan.

"Say it and I will."

He was silent for a few seconds.

Then he whispered.

"Yes, sir."

I heard the surrender in the words.

He wanted this.

"Good boy."

I pushed him forward until his chest was against the stainless-steel counter.

"Place your hands flat on the counter and don't you dare move them."

He did as I asked.

I pulled my silk tie from around my neck and folded it into two.

"Open your mouth."

Elias parted his lips.

The tie was pushed by me into his mouth till it hung between his teeth.

Then I securely tied it behind his head.

"Pretty," I murmured.

A kiss was planted at the groove of his neck.

The small sound he made was muffled by the silk.

A satisfied smirk curved my lips.

"Perfect," I whispered.

Then I ran my hand down his back.

They stopped at his ass.

He let out a muffled moan.

"You belong to me now," I told him. "This pretty little chef is now mine."

My hand came down hard on his right cheek as a resounding spank.

The sound echoed in the quiet kitchen.

Elias jerked against the counter.

A deep moan escaped his lips and through the gag.

I spanked him again and again.

My hands were switching sides until his ass turned bright red under my palm.

Each slap made his body shake.

He liked this.

And I didn't stop till his cock was

"Such a tight little ass," I said.

I leaned in closer until my lips were sitting right against his ear.

"I am going to ruin every inch of you. I will fuck you whenever I want."

His 'yes' was muffled by the tie.

"You will make meals for me during the day and spread your legs for me at night. Do you understand boy?" I demanded.

He nodded fast.

His muffled cries were mixing with my own heavy breathing.

Then I turned him around.

I was immediately greeted by the impressive bulge in his trousers.

A spot was wet.

Precum.

I slowly opened his pants.

Then I pushed them down to his ankles along with his green underwear.

His cock was already hard.

The tip was leaking with precum.

I wrapped my hand around it.

"Nice girth," I mused.

But he didn't reply.

Couldn't do so as he was too engrossed in the pleasure I was giving him.

My hand hit his chest.

His shoulders.

His back.

Repeatedly.

One hand stroked him slowly while I kept spanking him with the other hand.

His moans filled my ears.

And it spurred me on.

My hands drove faster over this cock.

"Arghh, fuck yes!" He breathed.

He was close.

I could feel it.

But I wasn't.

My cock was throbbing.

I needed release too.

"On your knees," I ordered him the moment my hand let go of his fat cock.

He dropped down to the floor without a word.

And he turned to face me.

The sight was intoxicating.

Him kneeling.

Ready.

He knew what I wanted him to do.

"Good boy," I said.

Then I opened the zipper of my pants.

It was filled by my hands pulling out my cock.

It sprung free.

My cock hung heavily between my legs.

"Closer," I said.

He scooted forward until my dick stood thick and heavy in front of his face.

"Take off the tie."

His hands reached behind his head to undo the knot and discord the material.

"Suck it," I commanded.

He leaned forward eagerly.

My heart pounded.

And he took half of my length into his warm mouth.

My eyes closed.

"Fuck!" I groaned.

More of my cock sank into his mouth.

Into his throat.

"Oh, Elias," I moaned.

The sound was thick.

And then he began to bop.

I grunted.

The gag is gone now.

Replaced by my cock.

And he made soft, desperate sounds that pushed me close to the edge.

I held the back of his head with my hands.

This helped me push myself in deeper.

"That's it."

He almost choked.

"Take it all."

His hands gripped my thighs tightly as if in a plea, causing me to slow down.

His mouth was warm.

My cock jerked.

Slowly, I thrust again into his throat.

He grunted.

"You look so good on your knees for me boy," I complimented him.

Elias seems to like it.

He worked harder at my cock, sucking and licking every inch of my joystick.

"Touch yourself too," I said.

He obeyed instantly.

One of his hands immediately wrapped around his own hard cock.

I watched him stroke himself faster and faster as I thrust on deeper.

My control slipped just a little.

"Faster," I growled. "Make yourself come while you suck my cock Elias."

His moans vibrated around my cock.

And I fucked his mouth deeper until I could not hold myself back anymore.

I came hard down his throat with a low groan at the same time Elias shook and spilled his release over his own hand.

He swallowed every bit of my cum while shaking from his own climax.

And I stayed still for a moment, breathing steady as I watched him work.

Then, when he was done, I pulled my cock out and looked down at him.

His body slumped against his legs.

Beautiful.

Used.

By me.

He leaned against the counter when he could move while he was trembling.

His face was flushed.

His lips were swollen.

I fixed my pants calmly.

"You suck good."

I tucked my shirt back in.

"Clean yourself up," I ordered him in the same icy voice I always used.

Then I turned away from him and walked towards the kitchen door.

Suddenly, I halted.

When I whirled around, he was getting to his feet with his back to me.

The way he stood on shaky legs made the corner of my lips lift in a smug smirk.

But it was his ass, still glowing red from the hard spanks my hand had delivered earlier that totally delighted me.

"And Elias?"

He turned to look at me with wide eyes.

Probably thought I had left.

"Do make sure you are ready for breakfast at eight o'clock," I added.

He nodded.

Then I stepped outside the door.

And behind me, Elias leaned on the counter, breathing hard and completely wrecked.

I smiled to myself.

This?

It was only the beginning.