*This one is 3xs longer than usual. Fair warning.*

Silently following behind her, I let her take in the room before saying anything. The room was dimly lit with 4 sconces on each of the four walls. It was the biggest room in the house behind the master bedroom and it was my personal favorite.

I watched as her gaze stopped on a few pieces of furniture. One, in particular, was meant to restrain her wrists high above her head as it stretched her torso while also separating her legs, restraining her ankles while she stood on a platform.

"You like that one," I whispered in her ear in a husky tone, chuckling when her breath caught and she nodded.

I side-stepped around her and moved to the far corner of the room to a single mahogany six-drawered dresser.

"Put those bottles on the nightstand over there," I gestured towards the bed, "and when you're finished, I want you to stand with your back against the door, head down. Can you do that for me?"

I turned to catch the slight nod she gave me.

Opening the second drawer and knowing exactly what I was looking for, I took out a small brand new anal plug with the words 'Daddy's Slut' written in white cursive against a bubble gum pink background.

'Fitting for Genevieve,' I thought with a smirk.

I also took out a small bottle of lube and was suddenly very excited with all these toys sprawled out in front of me and Genevieve was willing to let me use all of them on her, or so she said.

Turning around to see she had done as I'd commanded, I moved over to her, "Hold out your hand," I said in a gentle tone.

She complied without looking up but I could see the small smile on her lips. I place the plug in the palm of her hand and was amused by her reaction.

Chuckling at her gasp, I asked, "Fitting, don't you think?"

I had hoped to get a good reaction and seeing the pink blush tint her cheeks made me unsure of how she felt. Was it an embarrassed blush or an excited but nervous blush?

She hadn't said anything, hadn't even moved, just held the plug in her small hand, examining it.

"Genevieve, look at me," I commanded.

She tilted her head and when her eyes met mine, I could see that her pupils had dilated again.

I continued, "I've been very nice since coming in here, but from this moment on I won't be. You've given me your consent, you know your safe word and so I think we're ready to begin, don't you?"

I saw her open her mouth to speak and I was hoping she would as I would be able to dive right into a punishment but she closed her mouth in a hard line and nodded.

"Very good, Princess. You remembered not to speak out of turn. Daddy's very proud of you," I cooed in a low voice and watched as she fucking beamed, her eyes shining brightly. Such a good little listener, she was.

I took the plug from her hand and smirked as I took a few steps back, "Put your head down and take off that fucking dress."

She complied eagerly and I watched as she slid the zipper down her body and took her arms out of the sleeves. She was left in her white lace thong that was, no doubt, soaked.

"Are you wet for me, princess? You may speak."

"Yes...Daddy," she admitted without lifting her head.

My hard cock was straining against my suit pants; It had been hard since the car ride here but I was going to wait for the right moment to show her what she had in store.

"Fucking slut," I murmured, "Wet for a man you barely know. Wet for an older man, wet for your boss, no less. Such a dirty little fucking slut, but oh so pretty. You're a pretty slut for Daddy, aren't you, Princess," I questioned.

I saw her chest rise and fall at a quickened pace, her bottom lip between her teeth.

She only nodded and I watched as the blush returned and spread across her chest, her nipples already puckered and in need of attention.

"You listen so well, Genevieve. I'm impressed," I praised, running my knuckles down her arm and I'm pleased to see her smile had returned.

She was loving this and so was I.

Who knew that when she walked into my office on Tuesday that by Friday I would have her here in my playroom? Whatever put her in my path knew that she was meant to be here, that much I was sure of.

"On your knees on the bed, Princess, with your face down and your ass up," I commanded.

She quickly walked over to the king-size bed, her heels still on and clicking as she did so before climbing up and getting into position.

"Do you care for these," I asked with my fingers rubbing along the band of her thong.

"No, Daddy," she answered and I couldn't help the twitch of my dick as I heard her small voice.

"Ah ah, Princess. What was that," I question, full-on smirking.

Her body tensed under my hands.

She knew she had fucked up but this time she didn't answer.

"Did you speak before I said you could? Answer me," I asked in a low and threatening voice.

"Yes," she whispered.

I slapped her right ass cheek and she jolted forward, her hands clenched around the comforter.

"What was that," I asked. She had broken the rules twice now and I was ready for her punishment.

"Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry I forgot," her small voice answered.

I slapped the other cheek, a little harder this time, "I didn't ask for an explanation, Genevieve," I said through clenched teeth and listened as she moaned when my hand made contact with her skin again.

I ripped the thong off her body and threw the scrap of fabric onto the floor.

"Fuck, Genevieve," I moaned, massaging and pulling her ass cheeks apart, looking at her soaking pussy and her clenched little hole.

"Your little pussy is so pretty, Princess, and so pink. Daddy's going to have so much fun turning it black and blue."

And with that statement, I watched as her natural lubricant rolled out of her entrance, down to her clitoris, and then even lower.

I drug my finger along its track, stopping before I touched her sensitive little bud.

She whimpered and I watched her puckered little hole clench.

And that reminded me, "Are you ready for this plug? You may answer."

"Yes, Daddy," she moaned.

Fuck, I loved hearing her say that and at this point, I was painfully hard but loved the build-up before the actual event.

I opened the bottle of lube and coated my middle and ring fingers.

Dropping the bottle to the bed, I pressed the pad of my middle finger against her puckered hole, making sure not to push in just yet.

She moaned and more liquid rushed from her pussy, rolling down her sex.

"You're so responsive, baby girl," I praised and gradually pushed my finger into her hole, massaging one of the cheeks and listening to her whimper.

"Relax your muscles, Genevieve. Once you relax it will feel so much better," I coaxed.

I felt her whole body relax and I was able to slip my finger to the knuckle. I pumped my finger slowly in and out of the tiny hole, circling around the muscle to loosen it up. The whole time I listened to her moans and whimpers as she writhed under me, praising and complimenting what a good girl she was.

Once I was sure she was good and ready, I ran the plug through the liquids that soaked her folds. It was more than enough to coat the small plug, I saw, as I pushed it in her loosened hole gently, getting just a bit of resistance.

She moaned and pushed her hips back into me.

Smacking her right ass cheek that was already pink from the first time I spanked it, I growled out a, "Did I say you could move," and watched as she immediately stilled.

I moved the plug in and out of the hole a few times and then left it in, turning it so the words were right side up before slapping her ass again, "Such a pretty picture, Genevieve," I praised and listened as she moaned and felt as her body trembled.

I placed a light kiss to each cheek and then bit them both, feeling her jolt forward before returning back to position.

Backing off the bed, I stood up to look at the full sight before me. Her ass cheeks were bright pink with teeth marks and I did not doubt that those would be bruises by tomorrow.

The plug was nestled between her cheeks and she was breathing heavily.

"Do you want to play on the piece of equipment you were looking at earlier, Genevieve? You may speak freely."

"Fuck yes, Daddy. Please, can I," she begged and I couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm.

"Well, get up and let's go," I chuckled.

She moved off the bed and took a hesitant step.

"You'll get used to the feeling of the plug inside of you. Take your heels off and put them beside the bed before you come over," I command, moving over to the structure.

She complied and came to stand beside me. The only thing left on her body was that fucking 'Slut' choker that I was sure would be the death of me.

"Step up," I commanded and watched as she stepped on to the platform and faced me, already spreading her legs and raising her hands.

I was taken aback and suddenly furious.

Had she done this before? Or was she just eager?

I pushed the thought away and buckled her wrists in the restraints before doing the same to her legs, watching as her body shivered as she pulled against the restraints.

"Have you done this before, Genevieve? You make speak."

My lips were mere inches from one of her erect nipples, my warm breath fanning against it.

"No, Sir," she answered but I saw her hesitate and immediately knew that she had more to say.

"Spit it out," I growled as I stepped back, searching her face.

She cleared her throat and then replied, "This morning, I had a...dream."

She stopped there...as if I knew was that meant.

I grew furious at her lack of detail.

"And...," I gestured for her to continue, my arms crossed over my chest.

"It was about you," she whispered, her cheeks flushed.

She had a dream about me? What did that have to with thi-

"Look at me, Genevieve," I commanded and watched as her eyes met mine.

"Finish," I commanded, leaving no room for argument.

She sucked in a ragged breath, "I had a, a sex dream about you. I woke up on something like this and you..."

I cock an eyebrow, "I what?"

She pressed her lips together and whispered, "You were whipping me...with a riding crop."

My jaw all but hit the floor but I composed my self and moved over to the dresser before pulling out the bottom drawer, the one containing the whips and flogs, and pulled out a riding crop. I moved back over to her and watched her eyes widen as she saw the crop in my hands.

I smirked, "And where did I whip you with this crop at?"

Her chest rose and fell with each quick breath she took but she didn't speak.

"Was it here," I asked as I brought the crop down against the inside of her right thigh.

She gasped but shook her head.

"Hmm, well then...what about this one," I asked as I slapped the crop against the other thigh.

She, again, gasped but shook her head.

I hummed, dragging the crop up to her stomach before slapping it down against the soft flesh, "Here?"

She yelped softly and shook her head.

"Speak freely," I commanded after a moment. I could whip her everywhere and would enjoy it but I wanted to make her dream come true for her.

"My nipples," she breathed out.

My brows rose at her statement before I ran the tip of crop up and around her areolas, not touching her nipples just yet.

"That does sound like something I would do," I admitted openly to her.

It was something I had done before and I quite enjoyed it. The shock factor of it was amazing.

"Tell me, Genevieve. How many wet dreams have you had about me," I suddenly asked.

Her face flushed, "Just the one, Sir."

"Hmm, how many wet dreams would you say you've had ever," I was suddenly feeling jealous of those who have starred in said dreams before me.

"Just the one, Sir," she repeated shyly.

So, I was the first to dominate her and the first to star in a wet dream of hers?

The thought that there was something that was a first for her that was just for me made Dom happy.

I brought the crop down against her left nipple, "Head down," I growled as I tried to get us back on track.

She yelped but complied.

"How many partners have you had, Genevieve? When was the last time you were tested," I asked, wondering whether I would be using a condom or not. I usually had my partners tested before it came to this but things were different with Genevieve...I was different with her.

In this case, protection should be a must but I really wanted to feel her bare pussy against my cock. I wanted no barriers, no layers, nothing separating us.

Genevieve didn't speak as a beautiful red hue settled over her face, neck, and chest again.

"You may speak," I said in a gentle tone.

"None, Sir," she murmured.

The words registered, my body froze, the crop dropped from my hand.

"What," I growled and watched as she flinched but didn't say anything.

"Speak, Genevieve!"

She looked up at me, tears glistening in her eyes as she whispered, "I've not had any partners, Sir. I'm a virgin."

To say I was furious was an understatement.

Dom wanted to fuck her little virgin pussy until it's red and sensitive...and then he wanted to fuck it about ten more times until she was sore and leaking cum--Oh, how he wanted to breed her--

--But me?

I couldn't have her first time to be that. I couldn't have her first time to be with her body battered and bruised, used and abused.

Dom would say that she knew what she was agreeing too, and even if, she had a safe word for a reason...

I knew that was not the way the first time should go.

I turned my back to her.

What was I supposed to do now?

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me you were a virgin, Genevieve," I question through clenched teeth, "Why would you leave that detail out? Why would you parade yourself around my office in those short skirts and dresses, in those low cut blouses and those 'fuck me' heels?"

I felt almost...betrayed in a way. I let her into my life, into Doms' space and she didn't need her first time to be as brutal as he wanted it to be.

To say we were disappointed was far from the truth.

"I wanted you to fuck me, Sir! I wasn't trying to...to trick you or anything! I still want this, I still want you! I need you to use my body for whatever purpose you want! Please, Daddy! I'm begging you!"

I turned back around and saw that the tears had rolled down her cheeks but they weren't the kind of tears Dom wanted.

God, I knew she was young, I knew of and secretly loved the age gap between us, I knew that under the shroud of 'slutty' clothes she wore that she had an innocence about her...but a virgin?

That I wasn't prepared for.

I moved to her and rubbed the tears away with my thumbs, thinking about what I should, could, and would do...not coming up with a good solution.

"I can't do this to you. I can't hurt you as you lose your virginity. Look at me, Princess," I said gently.

She had put her head back down but looked up at me. Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears.

"Please, Dominic," she begged, trying to appease my better nature, "Please, can we finish this?"

I shook my head, "No, Genevieve," I said forcefully as I moved to release her from the restraints. She stood on the platform looking defeated.

"I'm still going to fuck you...just not like this. I don't believe your body is ready for this yet," I said as I helped her down. She was still looking up at me so I watched as she nodded, a slight smile curling her lips.

"Permission to speak, Sir," she whispered.

"Yes," I granted, running my knuckles down the side of her curvy body.

"Can I at least keep the plug in," she asked with a devilish smile.

I growled and picked her up, throwing her over my shoulder.

She yelped but didn't fight it as she clung to my sides.

I gently pushed on the plug as I moved us to the bed before throwing her down and grabbing her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed.

I shrugged off my suit jacket, pulled my button-up out of my pants, and began unbuttoning it.

She propped herself up on her elbows and looked up at me through hooded eyes as I let the shirt fall from my shoulders.

"Like what you see, Princess," I smirked as I began unbuckling my belt before ripping it through the loops in one swift pull.

Genevieve didn't answer but placed her bottom lip between her teeth as her gaze was fixed on my chest and abdomen.

I unbuttoned my pants and pulled both them and my boxer briefs down, standing naked in front of her.

She looked down and her eyes widened, "Shit," she murmured and brought her bottom lip back between her teeth.

I spread her trembling thighs as I fisted my cock, jerking it a few times before nestling myself between her legs, "I'll be gentle," I said as a smirk played on my lips.

At first, anyway.

Looking down, I saw her lubricant had rolled down around the plug and I had to admit that the sight was intoxicating.

With my cock still fisted in my hand, I ran the tip through her folds, pressing against her clitoris a few times, listening to her moans as she moved her hips, trying to get me where she wanted me.

"What do you want, Princess," I asked as I pushed a finger into her, coating it in her liquids and feeling as she clenched around my finger.

I extracted it and rubbed the fluid around the head of my dick, watching as it mixed with the pre-cum already beaded at the tip.

I slapped her pussy hard with the underside of my cock, making her yelp and then blush, "Answer me, Princess. You don't want me to ask twice."

"I want you, Daddy. Please fuck me," she whimpered and I could feel her thighs still trembling.

I growled and leaned forward, putting my hand around her throat, pushing her down on the bed. I look down and with the hand holding my cock I pushed the tip into her entrance, not going any further.

Looking up just in time to see her eyes shut tight, her lips parted as she moaned at the intrusion, she grabbed my forearm, digging her nails in.

"Do you remember your safe word, Genevieve? Answer me," I said, squeezing her throat gently.

"Yes, Daddy," she replied through clenched teeth.

"Do you need to use it," I asked, rubbing my thumb against where it lay on her neck.

"No, Daddy. I just need a moment to get used to you," she murmured breathlessly.

After a moment, her eyes opened and she wrapped her legs around my waist, digging her heels into my ass, pulling my body closer to hers.

I pushed in a little more and listened as she hissed as I broke through the barrier but she never said a word, only panted.