New Year's Eve, and the air is electric with anticipation. Before the night starts, I am wearing a pink shirt with comfortable shorts, but my short blonde hair styled elegantly. My boyfriend is away, and I'm left to entertain my family and their friends. First entered my father's old friend, Dave, a wrinkled man with white hair, but there's a glint in his eye that sends shivers down my spine.
"Darling, would you be so kind as to show Dave to his room upstairs? He's had a long journey," my father requests, oblivious to the annoyance brewing within me.
Reluctantly, I lead Dave to his room, trying to be a good house guest. He follows me, his eyes never leaving my figure. The door closes behind us, and I turn to face him, something felt off.
"I know about your little secret, princess," Dave says, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Your OnlyFans account."
I gasp, my heart sinking. "How…?"
"Doesn't matter," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "I won't tell your father, but you'll do as I say."
I want to scream, to run, but I'm trapped. I hate the thought of being with him, but I have no choice. He's old, he smells like an old man, but I have to make him happy.
"Fine," I say, my voice shaking. "But this is the last time."
He chuckles, his eyes raking over my body. "We'll see about that."
He steps closer, his hands reaching for my shorts. I stand frozen as he slowly removes it, revealing my lacy lingerie beneath. His eyes widen as he takes in the sight of me, and I can't help but feel a twinge of disgust.
"You're beautiful, princess," he says, his voice thick with desire.
I bite back a retort as he undresses, revealing a body that's seen better days. But my eyes widen as he removes his boxers, revealing a cock that's surprisingly large. I gulp, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Get on the bed, princess," he commands, and I obey, my heart racing.
He climbs onto the bed, his hands exploring my body. I try to ignore the feel of his wrinkled skin against mine, the smell of old man that clings to him. I close my eyes, imagining it's someone else.
He removes my thong and enters me from behind, his large cock stretching me. I gasp, my hands clutching the sheets. He thrusts into me, his rhythm steady and relentless. I try to focus on the pleasure, to ignore the disgust that's gnawing at me.
"Fuck, princess," he groans, his hands gripping my hips. "You feel so good."
I don't respond, my body moving in time with his. I can feel myself nearing the edge, my body betraying me despite my mind's protests.
"I'm going to cum, princess," he warns, and I brace myself.
He pulls out, his cock coated in my juices. He flips me over, his eyes meeting mine. "Open your legs, princess," he commands.
I obey, my heart pounding in my chest. He enters me again, his cock hitting a spot that sends shivers down my spine. He thrusts into me, his pace picking up. I can feel my orgasm building, my body trembling with pleasure.
"Fuck" I moan, my hands gripping his shoulders. "I'm going to cum."
He grins, his eyes dark with desire. "Good girl."
He thrusts into me one last time, his cock pulsing as he cums inside me. I cry out, my body convulsing with pleasure. He collapses on top of me, his breath hot against my neck.
"You're mine now, princess," he whispers, and I want to scream.
But I don't. I lie there, my body spent, my mind racing. I hate what I've done, but I have no choice. I'm trapped, a prisoner in my own body.
"I hate you," I whisper, my voice barely audible.
He chuckles, his breath warm against my ear. "You'll learn to love it, princess. You'll learn to love me."
I close my eyes, tears streaming down my face. I can only hope that he's wrong.
As the night wears on, I find myself in a strange position. I'm trapped, a prisoner to Dave's whims. But as I lie there, his cum still inside me, I realize something. I may hate him, but I can't deny the pleasure he brought me.
