Chapter 15

I clicked my silver stiletto nailed heeled black leather pumps against the marble floor, each tap echoing through the grand entrance like music. A sweet, sexy, confident rhythm. The kind of sound that would fill this house forever.

Our house, our big modern statement of succes.

Rod’s hand was warm and possessive on my ass, fingers firm as he guided me inside. His presence beside me, solid, commanding, sent a delicious shiver down my spine. I felt so light, so bubbly, so fucking perfect.

“This place is soooo big, Daddy,” I sighed, stretching my arms dramatically. My silky white blouse pulled tight over my tits, the cool leather of my mini skirt hugging my ass just right. “Like, I totally feel so tiny in here.”

Rod smirked, squeezing me. “You are tiny, if it wasn’t for those heels baby.”

I giggled, pressing against him. “Mmm, but I’m your tiny,” I cooed, tilting my head, pouting up at him. Giving him a glance of my wanting little blue eyes under my curled extra long lashes.

I lived for that look he gave me. That flash of pride, of ownership. That deep, silent understanding between us—he was the big, strong man providing for his beautiful little doll. And I adored him for it.

Letting my tongue stud glide my pumped underlip, I soaked in the feeling of him. The way he took up space in this house, in my life.

Everything was so sleek, so modern, so Rod. The deep sofas, the towering windows, the perfect open-plan kitchen. But in the corners, there were touches of me—soft floral arrangements, decorative pillows, little bits of color and warmth that made it ours.

I gasped, reaching for my phone, flipping my camera to selfie mode.

“Say hiii to our fabulous new house, guys!” I giggled, giving my best face to the screen, my long nails trailing my hair as I zoomed in on the marble floors, the pool glistening in the backyard. “Like, oh my god, this is soooo goals!” Secretly anxious how they would take in my thick nipple studs for the first time making me wet in focused anticipation.

Rod chuckled, watching me with his arms crossed. That smirk of his—ugh, it made me wanna drop to my knees. He liked seeing me like this.

Good.

I turned the camera on him, zooming in on his strong, broad frame. “And here’s my big, strong, sexy man!” I purred, my voice dripping with sugary adoration.

He gave me a stern look. I knew I needed to keep it in line with his career, keeping my attention lust inline.

Rod shook his head, smirking. “You just like showing off.”

I giggled, grinding my ass back against him playfully. “Mmm, duh, Daddy. Look at me.” I ran my hands down my curves, my fake tits high and proud, the gleam of my nipple studs teasing through the thin silk. “I’m totally show-off material.”

His grip on my waist tightened.

I bit my lip.

This house. This money. This man. It made me feel small. Safe. So fucking willing to be his perfect little trophy.

We wandered into the kitchen, and I gasped, clapping my hands. “Omg, Daddy, I’m, like, totally gonna make you sooo many cute little breakfasts in here!”

Rod raised an eyebrow. “You don’t cook, baby.”

I pouted, flipping my hair. “Ugh, I know, but, like ... I’ll learn? Or, y’know, I’ll just look super cute sitting on the counter while you cook for me.” I winked, hopping onto the marble island, crossing my leather-clad legs. I loved being a spoiled brat, but I knew my qualities lay somewhere else.

Rod stepped closer, his hands gripping my thighs, sliding up my skirt, his fingers teasing my ass.

“Mmm, yeah,” he murmured, his voice thick. “That sounds more like you.”

I giggled, arching into his touch. “Mmm, Daddy, you know me so well.”

His fingers curled around my waist, tugging me off the counter. “Come on, I wanna show you something.”

Upstairs, the bedroom was breathtaking. Floor-length mirrors, plush bedding, an obscene amount of closet space.

I turned to Rod, my heart swelling, eyes dreamy and wide. “This is, like, the first day of the rest of our life.” I pressed a hand to my chest, my long nails grazing my skin. “I just wanna be sooo good for you, Daddy.”

Rod’s expression darkened just a little.

“Yeah?” he murmured, stepping closer, gripping my jaw, tilting my head up.

I melted.

“Mmm, yeah,” I breathed, my lashes fluttering. “I wanna be, like, the perfect little trophy for you. Make you sooo proud. Make everyone look at me and be, like, ‘Damn, that girl is so hot and so lucky.’”

Rod’s thumb brushed my lips, smearing my gloss slightly.

“You already do that, baby,” he murmured.

I beamed, heart soaring, pressing up to kiss him. Messy, sweet, wet. Tongues rolling. My piercing clicking against his teeth.

His hands slid up, tweaking my nipple studs through the silk, making me gasp.

“Shit, Rod,” I whimpered, clawing at his shoulders.

He chuckled. “Sensitive?”

I nodded quickly, my thighs clenching. I was so wet already.

We moved downstairs, and when I saw it, I squealed.

The stripper pole.

I spun toward Rod, gripping the sleek metal. “Surprise!” I sang, my eyes bright and full of mischief.

Rod arched an eyebrow. “You put this in here?”

I bit my lip, nodding. “Mmmhmm. Welcome to our playroom, Daddy.”

His smirk deepened, and he stepped close, running his hands down my ass, gripping hard, pulling me against him.

I sighed, pressing my body to his, my pussy throbbing in my tight little thong.

“You keep surprising me, baby,” he murmured.

I giggled, nuzzling into his chest, my heart bursting. “Mmm, just wanna be the best for you, Daddy.”

His fingers threaded through my hair, gripping tight.

Fuck, I loved that.

I pressed up, kissing him, hot and desperate. My fake tits crushed against his chest, my Monroe piercing gliding against his lips.

“Mmm, Daddy,” I purred, trailing a manicured nail down his abs, my eyes all soft and innocent. “Can I, like, give you a little housewarming present?”

Rod raised an eyebrow, amused. “What kind of present, Angel?”

I giggled, sliding down slowly, kneeling before him, my hands running up his thighs. “The best kind.”

I unzipped his pants, freeing him, my mouth already watering. I dragged my tongue up his length, moaning sweetly, my pierced tongue rolling against him.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his hands tangling in my hair.

“Mmm, Daddy,” I purred, flicking my eyes up at him, my lips swollen and wet. “I love sucking your cock sooo much. Makes me feel, like, such a good little wifey.”

He groaned, tightening his grip. “Then show me, babygirl.”

I obeyed eagerly, taking him deep, sucking, slurping, moaning, messy and devoted.

His hips jerked, his pleasure undeniable, his groans making my pussy ache.

“Shit, Liz,” he growled. “You’re too fucking good at this.”

I giggled, eyes twinkling up at him. “Mmm, practice makes perfect, Daddy.”

And I planned to get so much better.

That night, as we lay in bed, still tangled together, Rod smirked. “We should throw a housewarming party. A pool party.”

I beamed, wiggling closer. “Omg, yes! I can wear my tiniest bikini and, like, show off for you, Daddy!”

Rod chuckled, pulling me into his arms. “That’s exactly what I was thinking, baby.”

I bit my lip, already picturing it—our perfect, sexy, new life.

And me, shining for my Daddy.

I spun around the stripper pole, giggling as the cold metal pressed against my by pink leather protected thighs, my body flowing effortlessly with the pounding rhythm of the music. My new black nails glittered matching Roxy’s, sharp and perfect, piercing the rosy musk filled air created by my best friend.

She watched me leaning against the bar sipping her stark early afternoon cocktail giving me sweet commands and evaluations, pushing my inner bimbo flush.

Roxy clapped, her heavily tattooed arms covered in glittery bangles jangling with every exaggerated movement. “Omg, Lizzy! You’re, like, getting sooo fuckin’ good at this!” she squealed, her voice high-pitched and bubbly. “Daddy Rod’s gonna totally lose it when you dance like this for him!”

I giggled proudly, sliding gracefully down the pole, my platform heels clicking softly as I landed. “Mmm, you really think so, Roxy? Like, I totally wanna make Daddy, y’know, proud, his pole up and stuff.”

She strutted toward me, hips swaying dramatically, her oversized tits bouncing beneath the sheer, tiny tank top barely containing them. “Babe, trust me. Those new tattoos, your slutty little nipple studs, that gorgeous cock-sucking mouth—omg, you’re legit every guy’s fantasy,” she gushed, twirling a neon pink lock of hair around her finger. “And now with your new moves? Totally fire!”

I blushed and fluttered my lashes, my fake cock cushions pouting up my Monroe piercing. “Mmm, like, totally goals,” I giggled, eyes sparkling as Roxy grabbed my hand, pulling me closer.

“Okay, babe, watch me again,” she purred, tossing her neon hair over her shoulder as she strutted confidently to the pole, wrapping her toned, tattooed thigh around it effortlessly. I watched in awe, chewing my glossy lower lip as she spun seductively, sliding down into a perfect split.

“Ugh, Roxy, you’re sooo perfect at this,” I sighed dreamily. “How’d you, like, get sooo hot and stuff?”

She giggled, winking exaggeratedly. “Babe, it’s all about being, like, totally obsessed with your looks and being hot for your man. Like, honestly, your beauty routine is your new religion, girl.”

I nodded eagerly, touching up my already flawless makeup in the mirrored wall behind us. “Totally! Like, ever since I started working at Monique’s salon, I just looove doing makeup and looking perfect all day extra much. Being hot is sooo fun!”

Roxy squealed, grabbing my face and kissing me deeply, her pierced tongue sliding into my mouth, swirling playfully against mine. My body shivered as her manicured fingers traced down my smooth, lasered pussy, gently flicking my clit piercing, making me gasp softly.

“Mmm, babe, you taste like total perfection,” she whispered, pulling back with a playful smirk. I giggled shyly, still blushing, heart pounding from the naughty thrill of her touch.

“You’re sooo bad, Roxy,” I cooed breathlessly, adjusting my barely-there latex shorts. “Daddy would, like, totally spank me if he saw that.”

She laughed, playfully smacking my ass. “Oh honey, he’d totally thank me for making his hot lil’ wifey even sluttier,” she teased, eyes sparkling mischievously.

I giggled, feeling butterflies in my tummy. Pulling out my phone, I posed cutely against the pole, my full lips pouting sweetly kissing the chrome as I snapped a flirty selfie for Rod.

I quickly sent it, captioned: Thinking about you, Daddy! Can’t wait to show you my new tricks! ??

Roxy leaned over, laughing as she watched. “Omg, so cute! And, like, totally hot,” she praised, playfully squeezing my ass. “Now let’s take one for your Insta—make those thirsty losers worship your perfect life! Convince them this is the perfect fitness routine, in the meantime getting a female following. Your beauty routine their goals, bitch.” Roxy breathed into me with a wicked conspiratory voice.

I giggled excitedly, arching my back, pushing my tits forward, one leg bent seductively, the pole gleaming next to me. “This good, babe?” I asked, my voice sugary sweet.

“Ugh, yesss, Lizzy! You’re like a legit Barbie doll—Daddy’s perfect, expensive little toy, all paid for by you being a trophy bitch on display” she said enthusiastically, snapping several stylized shots. “Post these, and watch your followers explode, babe.”

I squealed happily, scrolling through the pics. “Totally posting now! Omg, being an Insta hottie is like, sooo addictive.”

Roxy laughed, slipping an arm around me, squeezing my waist affectionately. “Babe, just wait until you see how many horny and desperate fans you’ll get. They’ll totally beg for more slutty content. Easy money, hun!”

I giggled dreamily, fluffing my hair and admiring myself in the mirror again. “Like, speaking of money ... I’ve been doing sooo good at the club during lunch shifts. Those sad little guys throw cash at me for just, like, shaking my ass a little! So tomorrow, can we totally go shopping? I wanna spend it all on something hot for Daddy’s pool party.”

Roxy squealed, bouncing excitedly, her tits almost spilling out. “Yasss queen! Let’s blow all that stripper cash! Daddy Rod’s gonna totally flip when he sees his sexy lil’ trophy wife in something new!”

I sighed happily, heart fluttering with excitement, thinking about how proud Rod would be seeing me show off for his friends. “Mmm, totally can’t wait,” I purred, adjusting my skimpy shorts. “I’m gonna be, like, the best lil’ wifey ever, just for Daddy.”

Roxy giggled, her voice bubbly, pulling me back towards the pole. “C’mon, slutty Barbie, let’s practice that sexy spin again. Gotta make Daddy’s jaw totally hit the floor!”

I laughed, gripping the pole tightly, spinning again, feeling hotter and sluttier than ever, exactly like the girl Daddy deserved.

Lounging by the shimmering blue pool, I soaked up the sun, enjoying the feeling of pride and satisfaction our new home brought me. Life felt easy, the stress of work melting away beneath the warm rays. I’d earned this. We’d earned this. And now, Liz was out again, shopping with Roxy—her new favorite pastime, it seemed—preparing for our big housewarming pool party.

I could only imagine the trashy, slutty things Roxy was convincing her to buy, and honestly?

I didn’t mind.

Not one bit.

The sound of heels clicking against the stone tiles made me glance up, and the sight of Liz stole my breath completely. She emerged onto the patio, glowing in the sunlight, her freshly tanned skin glistening, bronzed perfection. Her newly purchased bikini clung to her curves, tiny white ribbons on the sides of her Brazilian bottoms swaying hypnotically as she moved, her angel wing tattoo framed perfectly across her sculpted back. Her tanned tattooed thigh celebrating our love.

“Hey, Daddy,” Liz purred sweetly, her voice soft and sultry as she approached. Her glossy, plump lips curled seductively, playful eyes shining with anticipation.

My pulse quickened. That single word—Daddy—was beginning to feel addictive. It spoke to something primal inside me, pulling me deeper into a role I hadn’t realized I craved.

“Hey, babygirl,” I replied casually, though I felt a rush of possessive desire flood me. I reached out, pulling her into my lap, hands settling comfortably over her round enhanced ass. Her smooth skin felt incredible beneath my palms.

Golden tan, legs for days because of her ever present heels, tits fucking spilling out of the tiniest white and gold-studded bikini I’d ever seen. The little ribbons on the sides of her Brazilian bottoms swayed with each step, her hips rolling slow, deliberate, the glint of her belly piercing catching the light.

She was breathtaking.

“Wow, Liz,” I murmured, my eyes dragging down her curves, devouring every inch of her. “You look incredible.”

Her pouty, glossed lips curled into a dazzling smile as she sauntered over, slow, teasing. “Thanks, Daddy,” she purred, leaning in to press a sweet, sticky kiss to my lips.

I caught her ass in my hands, squeezing, feeling the warmth of her skin, the barely-there material of her bottoms doing absolutely nothing to cover her.

“I wanted to make sure I looked so good for you,” she giggled, batting her thick lashes, her fingers playing with the little gold hoops hanging from her ears.

I smirked, dragging my hand over the curve of her ass, up her back, around to her front, cupping her fake tits, my thumb brushing over the hard little points of her nipple studs, teasing them through the thin material.

Liz shivered, biting her plump, shiny lip, arching into my touch.

“You always do,” I murmured, feeling a surge of possessive heat rise inside me. “But fuck, baby, you really outdid yourself this time.”

Liz giggled, swaying a little, her fingers running down my chest, nails scraping lightly over my stomach.

“Daddy, like, your cock deserves soooo much attention for making me wet all day wanting to be your perfect cock sleeve. I just totally need you to film me this time, ‘kay? I wanna watch how good I make you feel.”

“Omg, Daddy,” she cooed, kneeling gracefully between my legs, her gold jewelry shimmering in the sunlight. “You’re, like, so sweet to give me your big meaty cock.” It was like she had learned porn, she was not only acting, but really made me feel like my dick was the star of the show.

I barely had time to breathe before she was untying my shorts, her long nails sliding under the waistband, pulling me out, licking her lips like she was unwrapping a fucking present.

I exhaled hard, gripping the arms of the lounge chair, watching as Liz wrapped those plump, wet, pornstar lips around my cock, moaning softly like she was tasting something sweet.

“Mmm, Daddy,” she giggled, flicking her tongue piercing along my tip. “Missed your yummy cock so much.”

I let out a low groan as she sucked me deep, her eyes rolling up, her fingers twisting in her blonde hair as she bobbed, moaning, her spit dribbling down my length.

“Fuck, Liz,” I gritted out, my hand fisting in her hair, holding her down for a moment or two controlling her eager mouth, making her gag beautifully before pulling back.

She gasped, panting, giggling, stroking me with her slick hands, her nails gleaming in the sun.

Before I could even protest, her eager mouth enveloped me again, lips sealing tightly around my shaft, her tongue ring rolling deliciously beneath me. I groaned, my head falling back, losing myself in her incredible skill. The sweet, sloppy sounds of her sucking filled the air, mingling with the gentle splashes from the pool and the heat of the afternoon sun.

“Oh fuck, Liz,” I groaned deeply, aiming the phone camera carefully, capturing every filthy moment.

She gazed up at me, eyes sparkling, filled with adoration, pride, and pure sluttiness. Her lips popped off wetly, and she giggled breathlessly, whispering, “Like, Daddy, please paint my slutty face. Make me your perfect pornstar.”

I tightened my grip on her hair, guiding her mouth back onto me, enjoying her enthusiasm as she took me deeper, gagging beautifully, her moans muffled around my cock.

She used every skill she’d learned, her nails lightly scratching my thighs, her tongue piercing flicking expertly, sending bolts of pleasure through me. My dominance surged, pushing aside any lingering suspicions about her recent transformation. I was addicted to this woman—my woman.

As I neared my climax, she gazed up eagerly, lips swollen, eyes wide and desperate. “Please, Daddy,” she begged sweetly, voice dripping with innocent filth. “Paint my slutty face, make me yours.”

My release exploded over her perfect features, coating her glossy lips, dripping down her chin. She giggled softly, eyes glistening as she used her long, obscene nails to scoop up every drop, licking and savoring my release shamelessly.

“Mmm, Daddy tastes soooo good,” she whispered playfully, cleaning me slowly, lovingly, leaving me breathless.

When we finally relaxed together again, she cuddled into my side, tracing lazy circles over my chest. “Daddy, the housewarming party is gonna be, like, so amazing,” she murmured excitedly. “Everyone’s gonna see how lucky I am to have such a sexy, successful man.”

I chuckled softly, stroking her hair. “You’re excited to show off for everyone, aren’t you, babygirl?”

She nodded happily, her eyes dreamy. “Totally! And I can’t wait to take soooo many pics for my Insta! Like, everyone’s gonna be sooo jealous of our perfect life.”

I smirked indulgently, kissing the top of her head. She was so sweet, so eager, my precious little trophy who lived to make me feel like a king.