Chapter 1

Kitten was used to her father’s undivided attention being focused on her, but this was just ridiculous.

She didn’t even know what he was so mad about. So what if she was wearing a little cocktail number that barely covered her thong. Or breasts. And dipped the whole way down to her lowerback. It was Kitten’s body, Kitten’s choice.

It had been dumb of her to show up at Risque- her father’s most popular nightclub. It was where all of the hot boys and girls came to for hookups, though, and Kitten had plans.

She’d turned sixteen a few months ago, and with the age came urges, desires, and finally the development of her breasts. Kinda. They weren’t huge, but they were noticeable. Noticeable enough that she realized that she could easily find someone hot enough to lose her virginity to.

Until, of course, Pierce Ricardo showed up and ruined all of her plans.

She had barely been in the nightclub five minutes before he showed up and dragged her upstairs to his office, thunderous.

“What, you think you can prance around my territory dolled up like a slut?” Pierce barked, shoving his wayward daughter through the office door. She caught herself on the arm of the leather couch, unused to the tall heels strapped around her ankles.

“I don’t get what your problem is!” she shot back, heated. “It’s nobody’s business who I sleep with!”

“It’s my business!” Pierce roared. He slammed the door shut and locked it, pocketing the keycard. “My daughter, my business!”

“My body!” Kitten shouted.

He stalked over to her, looming so that she had to tip her head back to maintain eye contact, and jerked her to him with his hands around her waist. “My body,” Pierce hissed and then crashed their mouths together.

Kitten cried out, shocked. Her father’s arms were wrapped around her waist tightly, preventing any chance of escape. Nonetheless, she squirmed in his steel hold, gasping into their shared kissed.

He took advantage of her parted lips and licked inside her mouth. Kitten had never been kissed before, had no frame of reference for how good or bad a kiss could be. This kiss, though? Her toes curled, her eyes slipped shut. She let his tongue pump in and out of her mouth, a crude imitation of fucking.

“What the fuck,” she whispered, when he parted for air.

Pierce pressed his forehead to hers. “Kitten.”

“No seriously, what the fuck,” Kitten’s voice raised in volume again. She shoved his chest, but he was stronger than her. He tangled a hand in her hair and yanked her head back, exposing the pale line of her throat.

“Do you think,” Pierce whispered, lowly, “that you,” he brushed his lips against the hollow of her throat, “can spread your legs for anyone but me?”

“Daddy,” she whimpered, hands clutching his silk shirt as he pressed open mouthed kisses to her neck. “Daddy, stop.”

Pierce groaned. “You run around in skimpy dresses and call me Daddy-” he punctuated this by squeezing an arsecheek in one hand, “-and expect me to not want you.” He began backing her up to his desk across the room and then lifted her onto it. Seated, she was forced to spread her legs.

Kitten stared up at him, eyes wide, lips parted. “You can’t want me,” she said in a small voice. “I’m-”

Pierce laughed, darkly. “My daughter? Sixteen? Trust me,” his voice dipped low as he ran his hands over her bare thighs, “I know. Fuck.” He pushed her skirt up so that her thong was visible. “Jesus.”

He reached over her and rummaged in the drawer on the other side of the desk. “Sixteen,” he mused. “That’s old enough to get pregnant.”

Kitten’s wrists were forced together in front of her. Her father handcuffed them together.

“You can’t do this,” she whimpered. “I’m-you can’t do this.”

He held up the other item he’d pulled from the drawer. It was a large leather ball with straps protruding from it’s sides. Kitten didn’t know what it was.

“Kitten,” he murmured, pupils blown wide. “Who’s going to stop me?”

She parted her lips, not sure what she was going to say next. It didn’t matter because suddenly the leather ball was being stuffed inside her mouth.

A gag.

It was a gag, meant to shut her up because she was going to be making noise in a minute.

She made noise now, whimpering and begging through the leather ball filling her mouth full. Her father paid her no mind, buckling the straps together behind her head. He paused for a moment, hand on her chin, examining his handiwork.

Kitten was bound and gagged, legs spread for her father, who picked her up. Her legs were wrapped around his waist as he walked her over to the massive, vaulted windows showcasing the city skyline. She could see her reflection in the glass as bright and clear as if it was a mirror.

There was a divider about a foot or so above Kitten’s head that separated one panel of glass from the other. It was so thin that she only noticed it now that Pierce was raising her wrists toward it.

Her confusion dissipated when she realized that there was a hook there. The thin chain of the cuffs attached to it, holding Kitten’s arms above her head in an unbreakable hold.

In the reflection she looked thoroughly debauched- hickeys on her neck, mouth drooling around a leather ball, arms pulled up and pushing her breasts out. Breasts that Pierce were taking an apparent interest in.

Kitten whimpered as Pierce cupped them through her silk dress. He groaned low in his throat as he kneaded them.

“Christ,” he spat, “I’ve wanted to touch these every time you came downstairs without a bra on. You fucking tease.” He pulled on the top of her dress so forcefully that the thin straps ripped. She squeaked as he yanked the rest of the dress down to the floor and kicked it away. Before she could make another noise, his hands were on her bare breasts.

He held the white globes in his large, dark hands. They were fully developed and filled his hands, but still smaller than the average size. “Most men like these huge,” he murmured. “But these are perfect, my Kitten.”

Pierce thumbed her nipples. Heat burned the entire way down to Kitten’s cunt. She gasped, arching into his hold.

He massaged one of them clockwise and the other counter-clockwise so that they rubbed up against each other, thumbs still pressing into her nipples. His ministrations became rougher as he watched them rub together.

Unable to quench the burning in her cunt, Kitten pressed her legs together, seeking friction. She shifted gently, as her father molested her breasts, and was awarded with a slap to the arse.

“Mnh!” Kitten grunted into the gag.