Tie Me Up Daddy Read Online Cassandra Dee

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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
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“That one,” I said, nodding my chin at the curvy brunette. “Tell her to come by my office later.”

Miss Lane gave a slight nod of her head.

“Of course, Mr. Channing,” she said deferentially. “Of course, I’ll let Laney know,” she said, before turning away. “Girls! Girls!” she clapped her hands. “Break is over, let’s get started!”

And making my way out the studio, I turned once more at the door. Sure enough, that beautiful female was staring at me, brown eyes wide, before looking away quickly, a flush rising to her cheeks. Shit, she was gorgeous. Those huge tits were barely encased in a pink leotard, her tights smoothed over luscious, thick thighs, complete with a bouncy ass. I couldn’t wait to bounce her up and down my dick, that rump was going to dance for me solo.

Because yeah, that’s what I do. I know it’s dirty, it’s nasty, it’s so fucking wrong. But I often break in new dancers on my fat cock. It’s cold-hearted, it’s taking advantage of sweet, nubile teens before they’ve even settled into the city. I’m trying to stop, I swear, but seeing that curvy brunette this morning made my resolve vanish. I need to taste her, I need to get a look at that sweet cunt and see if she’s as flexible as she appears.

So yeah, I walked back to my office with a stiffie. The recruiting mission had been stellar. I’d seen the new blood, the girls were perfectly suitable, and as usual, my dick had homed in on one. Laney was gorgeous, ripe and nubile, with a big, bouncy ass that was soon gonna be humping up and down, juicing and milking me as the girl cried out in ecstasy.

Satisfied, I went into my office and took a seat. Shit, time to get some work done before that crucial afternoon appointment and buzzing Edna, I leaned forwards.

“No calls,” commanded my voice. “No calls, no emails, no visitors until I’m ready.”

“Certainly Mr. Channing,” replied Edna briskly. “I’ll tell everyone you’re unavailable.”

And with that, I buried myself in work. This stuff was easy, I used to run a billion dollar conglomerate so sitting at the helm of a tiny ballet company was a breeze by comparison. But still, it’s work. There are numbers to run, ticket sales to scrutinize, and bills to be paid. Always bills, call me the chief bill payer. But whatever, this stuff is so simple for me, it’s basically the same business with fewer zeros. With a couple adjustments here and there, NYC Academy was gonna be the premiere dance troupe of the city, bar none.

Suddenly, a soft knock came on the door, and I started, eyes going immediately to the clock. Oh shit. It was three already, I’d worked through lunch, my fingers on the keyboard going so fast they whirred. It was time to get down, and suddenly I couldn’t wait.

“Come,” I commanded.

The door creaked open and my breath caught in my throat. Because Laney was even more beautiful than before. The brunette wore casual warm-ups now, a loose sweater pulled over track pants, feet encased in sneakers. Not exactly the sexiest outfit, but then again, dancers off duty like loose clothes. They spend their lives being scrutinized, so comfy sweats are a must during off-hours.

But shit, baggy clothes can only do so much. Because the sweater couldn’t hide those huge, swinging tits, and the pants only emphasized the width of her hips, chunky thighs that were fleshy yet strong, making my mouth water.

“Hi Mr. Channing,” she murmured, letting herself in. “Am I early?”

“Naw,” I ground out, blue eyes meeting that deep brown. “Just in time. Come and sit,” I said, gesturing to the chair across the desk from me.

With tentative steps, she made her way across the office and dropped into the seat. My eyes trailed every move, dick eating it all up. Because even in these few seconds, the grace of that body had me captivated. She was so tempting, her ass wiggling and swaying, big boobies shaking as she lowered herself into the chair, so different from most of the ballerinas I knew, tiny A cups at the max. Did Laney know? Did Laney know how she was nothing like the others? My dick jerked reflexively, hard as a mast inside my pants.

But there was no sense in freaking out the poor girl. This chick was eighteen for crying out loud, barely legal, and new to the city. There was no sense in pulling out my stiffie right away and forcing her to suck it. So instead, I went in easy.

“Tell me, what brings you to NYC?” I asked casually, steepling my hands. “Is it the bright lights? The promise of a ballet career? The applause from the audience?”

Laney’s face lit from within, breaking into a gorgeous smile.


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