Killian had always considered himself a demisexual. Sure, he had his mandatory casual encounters in college. That’s where he learned that not only was he incapable of genuinely enjoying no strings attached sex, but he craved to be nurturing and gentle with the right submissive woman. While he wouldn’t compare himself to an Abercrombie and Fitch model, he often caught women checking him out when he wasn’t sequestered in his office, inundated by work.
He loved his job, despite the long, arduous hours spent there. What he didn’t love was not having the time to meet women. And given his particular tastes in BDSM, he knew that meeting the right baby girl was going to be extremely difficult. After some disappointing first dates from prospective submissive women that he had met on FetLife, he deleted his account and decided to contact the escort agency.
Hence the present situation at hand. He found it rather ironic that he had never felt such a palpable, electric attraction until now. The moment he had set his eyes on Isabella, he felt his composure disintegrating, surrendering to her otherworldly, seductive allure. And when she was in the bathtub and felt how swollen her little clit had become, he had found it so difficult to take away his hand from her arousal, knowing how turned on she had become.
But he knew, deep down inside, that if he had sex with her, it would feel even worse knowing that he had paid for it. It would be emotionless sex based on primal, animalistic needs that were being met only because he had paid her to be there.
All of these thoughts swirled through his head as he towel dried Bella’s petite, thin body. Thankfully, he was able to shift his focus from her sensual aura to her sweet, gentle demeanor, which thankfully made his painful erection go away. It didn’t take long for him to dry her body with the black cotton towel and he was tempted to scoop her up in his arms to carry her to the couch. Instead, he placed a pink silky robe on her and gave her a pair of pink fuzzy slippers, which looked perfect on her and truly made her look like a sweet, adorable baby girl.
“You look so beautiful in pink,” he said. “Do you like the robe and slippers I bought you?”
“I adore them. Thank you so much, daddy.”
She went on her tiptoes and kissed his left clean-shaven cheek. Killian smiled and fought the urge to kiss her on the lips. Every time she addressed him as daddy, he felt his chest tighten and his stomach flip. Which was quickly followed by the sobering reminder that she was an escort and she was only here for the money.
“You’re welcome,” he stiffly said. “Let’s go to the couch now. I will brush your hair while you sit on my lap.”
They walked to the sofa in complete silence. Once he sat on the couch, Isabella carefully settled herself on his lap and surprised him when she gently caressed his cheek, forcing his attention on her. The concerned expression on her beautiful face proved to Killian that she was picking up on his discomfort; there was no way of hiding it from her.
“You look so sad, daddy.”
Killian sighed. “Daddy is very, very tired. He helps out a lot of people but it’s very draining on him, physically and emotionally.”
The last thing he expected was for her to slip off the robe and slippers, all without getting off his lap. He sucked in his breath as his gaze drank in her gorgeous, petite figure; she truly was the perfect rendering of what Killian visualized when he would fantasize about his baby girl. She was completely natural, with small, perky A cup breasts, a sexy, tight ass, and smooth alabaster skin. Staring at her supple skin was torture; he imagined her lying down on the living room floor with her legs spread apart, giving him the perfect visual for him to furiously masturbate so that he could come all over her porcelain, sexy body…
“Perhaps your baby girl can help by giving you a nude massage? Have you ever had one, daddy?”
He shivered as he shook his head and thread his fingers through her long, inky black hair. “No, I haven’t, little one. I fear that I do not have any sort of massage lotion on me.”
“Mm. I do.” She giggled as she squirmed on his lap, forcing him to bite his lower lip. “I would love to massage you all over with my soft, small hands. Will you allow me that pleasure?”
“Perhaps. Only after I have brushed your hair.”
“Okay!” she cheerily said.
She’s so good at this, Killian thought to himself as he tried his best ignore the incessant arousal in between his legs. I wonder if she truly is a submissive baby girl at heart? He shoved this gnawing question away and instead extended his right hand toward the coffee table to pick up the Victorian porcelain top hair brush that was adorned with the image of violets.
“It’s beautiful,” she said as she admired the vintage hair comb. “So you’re a daddy with refined taste. Intelligent, hard working and compassionate.” She returned the hair comb to him and frowned. “I don’t understand…never mind.” Her cheeks flushed profusely and she shook her head. “I apologize. It’s none of my business to make such an inquiry. Not to mention unprofessional.”
“I don’t mind you asking questions, little one.” He ran his fingers through her hair, threading the silky strands that were so soft to the touch. “I’m an open book. Ask away.”
Bella sighed. “It’s against my company’s policy to ask such intrusive questions.” She paused and sighed in contentment. “Your fingers feel so good through my hair.”
Killian smiled. “I’m happy you like it. I’m going to brush your hair now with the comb, okay?”
She nodded. “Okay, daddy.”
The next five minutes were spent in comfortable, enjoyable silence with Killian gently brushing Isabella’s long, straight hair. She was such a good girl and remained completely still. It was complete torture, though, to have her sitting on his lap completely naked; he knew that she could feel his straining, pulsating erection poking her ass. Killian hadn’t been planning on touching Isabella in such a sensual manner, but he couldn’t help himself; after parting her hair to the side to expose her bare neck, he kissed the soft, sensitive area between her shoulder blades, which elicited a sharp gasp from Bella. He closed his eyes as he inhaled her feminine, intoxicating scent that was mixed with the rose body wash he had just used on her.
“Daddy, your lips are so soft,” she said in a barely contained whisper. “They feel so good on me.”
Killian suppressed a growl as his cock twitched underneath her tiny weight. They would feel even more amazing on your taut nipples and puffy clit, he almost said out loud. But he restrained himself from saying anything lewd. Instead, he planted a final kiss on her spine and cleared his throat.
“I am happy you like them, little one. If you still wish to perform a massage on me, I’d be more than happy to accept that offer.”
“Mm. I would love that. I recommend performing the massage on the bed. Is that okay?”
“Certainly. Let’s go to my bedroom.”
Excitement thrummed through him at the thought of such a beautiful woman performing a massage on him. He couldn’t deny the fact that his body was extremely tense and sore from the countless hours of sitting at his desk. He couldn’t even remember the last time a woman had touched him; he was always so immersed in his work, waking up early and staying late at the office. When they finally reached his bedroom, he closed the door after Isabella sauntered in, completely naked except for the small pink fuzzy pocketbook that hung from her right shoulder. He avidly watched her as she slowly meandered around the average sized bedroom, taking note of the furniture, bookcases, and photographs that adorned the walls.
“I love your bedroom,” she said as she set the pocketbook on his king size mattress. “I love the grey walls and black and white furniture. It works so perfectly. My roommate hates anything minimalistic so everything in our apartment is bright and loud.”
“Thank you,” he said as he slowly approached her. “It’s an acquired taste that not very many people like, let alone appreciate.” His heart thundered in his chest as he cleared his throat. “So, um, how do we go about doing this? I’ve never gotten a massage before, especially from such a sexy, beautiful woman.”
She turned to him and grinned devilishly. “Thank you for the compliment. It’s quite simple, really. You get undressed and lie down on the bed and I pour massage oil on my hands and go to work on your body.”
“Oh.” Killian’s fair cheeks flushed at the thought of her soft, small hands wandering slick oil all over his taut body. “Would it be okay if I kept my boxers on?”
“Of course, daddy. Whatever makes you comfortable.”
Thankfully, he had taken a shower before she arrived so he was all clean for her underneath his suit. After taking off his shoes, suit jacket, dress shirt, slacks and socks and neatly folding them on the black dresser, he took a deep breath and was about to lie down on the mattress when she stopped him, placing her hand on his right wrist.
“Wow,” she whispered. “Give me a minute to appreciate the view, daddy. I didn’t think you could get sexier with that suit on but it turns out I’m wrong.”
Killian almost forgot to breathe as she eye fucked him with her ocean blue eyes. He tried his best to focus on just her aquamarine eyes but her body was far too tantalizing; his cock strained painfully against his boxer briefs as he drank in the image of her smooth, porcelain body. She giggled before a tiny smirk grew on her face and she hopped on the bed.
“Okay,” she said. “Time to lie down on the bed and relax. I wish we had some candles and incense to set the mood.”
“I have a sandalwood candle right on my nightstand. There’s a lighter right next to it. Feel free to turn it on.”
Killian lied down on the black comforter face down and rested his face on his arms as he patiently waited for Isabella to turn on the candle and join him on the bed. He heard the sound of a zipper opening before the mattress shifted slightly and Bella straddled him, forcing a shudder from him when she lightly caressed his firm, sinewy back with her fingertips. Feeling her bare labia on him made his cock jerk underneath him, forcing him to grip the comforter in sexual frustration.
“So sensitive,” she said. “You’re so wound up. My poor daddy. I’ll take care of that for you.”
Killian nervously gulped as he heard the sound of the oil being squirted out of the bottle. A gasp escaped him when he felt her warm, slick hands caressing his rigid, tense back muscles. It was such a foreign sensation to him, but one that he was quickly becoming accustomed to and enjoying. Her hands felt like liquid silk on his sore muscles and within less than a minute, he found himself dozing off, completely relaxed without a worry in his hectic mind. His eyes snapped open, though, when he felt her satin soft lips on the back of his neck.
“Wake up, sleepy head,” she whispered against his skin. “You have to flip over.”
Killian groggily nodded and after Isabella hopped off him, he flipped over onto his back. He was so relaxed that he had completely forgotten about his erection, which was straining against his black boxer briefs, making it impossible to miss. Isabella giggled and without warning, straddled him, forcing him to gasp and shiver when he felt the warmth emanating from her pink, wet folds.
“You work too much, daddy,” she said in a soft, gentle tone. “You need to make time for yourself. Your body is so haggard and wound up. I can feel literally every muscle in your body screaming for rest.”
He was rendered speechless as she shimmied her way down his body and crossed her legs before she took his left foot and placed it on her lap. He intently watched as she poured a few drops of massage oil on her palm and slowly began to massage his tired foot. He sighed in contentment upon feeling her skilled hands kneading the sensitive skin until she reached his toes, where she massaged each one. Lust encapsulated him once again and when she switched to his right foot, he couldn’t deny the heavy swelling in his balls and the pre-cum that was leaking from him, staining his boxer briefs.
“Daddy has such sexy feet,” she said. “I would suck his toes if he let me.”
Killian had never fantasized about a woman sucking his toes, but the mere thought of Isabella sucking and licking his toes forced even more pre-cum to ooze out of his cock. “That would be lovely.”
“Mm.” Her diamond blue eyes glimmered with excitement as she set his foot down and began to massage his right calf. “I’ve never done that before. But I’ve always fantasized of doing it with the right guy.”
“What other things have you fantasized about, baby doll?”
She giggled and blushed. “Too many to list. Guess you have to find out, huh?”
Killian grinned, enjoying her cute, playful demeanor. “What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve done for a client?”
Her cheerful expression turned somber for a few fleeting moments. “Hard to say. Being in the business for this long, it’s difficult for me to discern now whether something is vanilla or kinky.” The smile returned to her face as she began to massage his left calf. “Although I will say that dressing up as a baby girl for a younger man tops the cake so far.”
He was about to reply to her statement when her right hand grazed his erection, forcing him to violently shudder. Tendrils of white-hot pleasure shot through his entire body and goosebumps formed on his skin. Isabella noticed his visceral reaction and a knowing smile grew on her face.
“Daddy hasn’t been touched in a long time, it seems.”
Killian gulped. “Correct. It’s been almost five years.”
Her head snapped up to him as her palm continued to graze his long, thick shaft through his boxers. “Five years?”
He moaned and thrust his hips upward. “Yes.”
“And I’m not supposed to have sex with you tonight?” She pouted as she rubbed his heavy, full balls. “It might be wrong, but that just makes me want you more…”
“Please,” he said in a tremulous voice. “Continue with the massage, baby girl.”
A sexy grin grew on her lips. “A prostate massage?”
His eyes rolled back and he groaned. “Are you a sadist? Because you are torturing me, my little Belle.”
“I’m not into inflicting pain. I love giving pleasure, though. I gave a man the hottest orgasm ever with my finger up his ass while I jerked him off. I’ve never seen a guy orgasm so hard. His cum was everywhere.”
Her words alone were going to make him come. Even though her hands were now on his flat abdomen and chest, his cock was still throbbing and leaking so much pre-cum. Despite the ardent lust that was radiating throughout his body, he fought it off and focused on her small, warm hands on his upper torso. Once she was done, he expected her to hop off and leave, so he was genuinely surprised when she kissed the corner of his mouth and then nuzzled his neck.
“Thank you for letting me massage you, daddy,” she said. “I hope you enjoyed it.”
The sincerity in her voice made his chest clench. He unconsciously wrapped his left arm around her and pulled him close to her until her tiny, petite body was pressed tightly against him.
“How much more do you need for you to sleep with me? Like actual sleep. No sex.”
She shook her head. “There is no additional cost for that. You already paid enough for my visit. I already feel guilty as it is, taking your money without even having sex with you.”
“I’m paying for your time. If it wasn’t for the money, you wouldn’t be here, correct?”
Isabella’s pensive expression and lack of reply surprised him. Perhaps his suspicion was correct and they did have genuine chemistry. That gnawing speculation was made even stronger when she yawned and nuzzled his neck.
“I’m sleepy. Is it bedtime yet, daddy?”