Chapter 1: The First Touch
You’re standing at the edge of the crowded bar, your petite frame barely noticeable among the sea of bodies, but your big, lush tits strain against the tight fabric of your dress, drawing eyes you pretend not to notice. The garter tattoo on your thigh peeks out from under the hem, a secret rebellion against the virginal innocence you’ve clung to for so long. You sip your drink, nervous energy buzzing through you, when he walks in—Ruben, the man who’s about to unravel your entire world.
He’s older, rugged, with a thick beard framing a smirk that promises trouble. His Portuguese accent curls around every word like a caress as he approaches, his broad shoulders and ex-footballer physique commanding the room. He’s a manager now, a man used to control, and the way his dark eyes lock onto you feels like a predator sizing up prey. But you’re not some shrinking violet; you tilt your chin up, meeting his gaze with a defiance that only makes his grin widen.
“Well, well, little one,” he purrs, voice low and dripping with intent. “You look like a sweet thing who’s never been touched. Am I right?”
Your cheeks flush, but you fire back, sharp as a blade. “And you look like a man who thinks he can have anything he wants. Am I right?”
Ruben laughs, a deep, throaty sound that sends a shiver down your spine. “Oh, I like that mouth on you. But let’s see how clever it is when it’s begging for me. Call me Daddy, and we’ll get started.”
Your breath catches, a mix of shock and something hotter, darker, stirring in your core. “I’m not some toy for you to play with,” you snap, though your voice wavers just enough to betray you.
“Aren’t you?” He steps closer, his cologne wrapping around you like a trap. His hand brushes your arm, a featherlight touch that ignites a fire you didn’t know you had. “I see it in your eyes, Nicola. You’re curious. Hungry. You want to be corrupted, don’t you? You want Daddy to show you how dirty you can be.”
You should walk away. You should slap him. But instead, your lips part, and against every ounce of better judgment, you whisper, “Maybe I do. But you’ll have to work for it… Daddy.”
His eyes darken, a growl rumbling in his chest. “Oh, I’ll work for it, little girl. And when I’m done, you’ll be my needy little fuckdoll, dripping for me, begging for every filthy word I throw at you.”
He leans in, his breath hot against your ear. “Tonight, I’m taking you somewhere special. A place where good girls like you learn to be whores for men like me. You’ll dress the part—stockings, heels, a skirt so short I can see that pretty pussy of yours with one glance. And you’ll love every second of it.”
Your heart races, a mix of fear and raw, aching desire. You’ve never felt this before—this pull, this need. You’re wet already, you can feel it, the heat pooling between your thighs as his words sink in. Ruben’s hand slides to your lower back, guiding you toward the door, and you know this is just the beginning. The sex club awaits, and with it, a night where your innocence will be shattered, where you’ll learn just how hard his cock can get for you, how much you’ll crave to be on your knees giving him the sloppiest blowjob of his life, sweating and panting as he makes you his.
But for now, as you step into the cool night air, his grip firm on you, all you can think is how much you want him to push you further, to make you beg, to make you cum under his command. And you know, deep down, you’re already his.
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