XP from /r/SluttyConfessions
I woke up the next morning to a simple message: a phone number. Smiling, I ran through the events of the night prior and gently touched my neck where he had bitten. No bruise, but a sweet, dull ache that let me know I hadn’t dreamed it at all. Feeling suddenly shy, I texted the number given and waited to find out what Daddy had in mind next. “You’re amazing,” he told me. “Can’t wait to see you again.” We quickly made plans for the weekend. This time we’d be meeting at his place, and suddenly, the stakes seemed higher.
The drive to his place went by in a flash as I listened to music and wondered what might be in store for me. What would he want from me, and what would I be willing to give? How would I react to being with him the first time? The nerves got the best of me and I had to take some deep breaths before I called him to say I was almost there. As before, the hug dispelled my worries and the kiss said more than just hello.
We settled onto the bed and he positioned me where he wanted me, gently bringing me close and nuzzling the back of my neck while we watched a show and laughed together. I knew he was establishing the relative safety of the space, but I still had no idea what was to come and my mind raced with possibilities.
There’s a delicious feeling when the energy changes; when the kiss feels more charged, when you realize that you’re about to be completely taken. When a lover slowly strips your clothes away, piece by piece, while you wait breathlessly for their next move. When you feel both empowered and ready to submit, desired and desiring. When you don’t know if the next touch will be a caress or a slap across the face, that feeling is even more heightened. I lay on his bed, exposed and vulnerable, but trusting that my Daddy would treat his girl well.
How to describe the feeling of being completely taken? Of a mouth tasting me, of hands filling me, and all the while breathing harder and harder? I couldn’t believe the sensations rising in my body and felt my own hands reaching out blindly to touch anything – the muscular arms, the wide back – nails clenching down at times and unable to stay still.
I came like I had been struck by lightning, too fast to even tell him what was happening. Was I still his good girl? Had I made a mistake? As he got off of the bed I was dizzy with my orgasm but craving more. I worked to slow my breathing, even as I heard him return. He settled himself behind me, grabbed my hips, maneuvered my body exactly where he wanted it, and with an excruciating slowness I finally felt him enter me. My pussy had been thoroughly explored with his tongue and now I could feel every inch of him filling me. Daddy wasn’t content to let me enjoy the slow fucking for long, though, and he ordered me, “on your knees.” I couldn’t help but stop and kiss him, taking a chance that he wouldn’t mind my small disobedience. On my knees in front of him I waited.
I was rewarded with an open palm smack to my ass, loud enough for me to hear and sharp enough to make me take a quick breath. Another followed, and another, always followed with a firm press or squeeze, always letting me know Daddy was in control and would take care of me. After the last one landed I must have made a sound because I heard his voice ask – gently, but firmly – “Can you take one more?” Yes. The answer is always yes. The last one landed and I knew I had passed that test.
He moved in front of me while I was still on my knees and grabbed my chin so that I was looking into his eyes. “It’s time to suck my cock” he said, and I was rewarded with a short slap to my cheek. I should have said Yes, Daddy, but I was still too excited to be on my best behavior. I couldn’t wait to have his cock in my mouth and feel it hitting the back of my throat. Couldn’t wait to feel hands pulling my hair, pushing my face down, and letting me choke until I could hardly breathe. I knew I didn’t want to stop until I could taste him again, until I was gagging on him, until I would wake up with a slight tenderness and reminder that he had been there. When he came I felt flushed with pride that I had again pleased him.
He touched me and slapped me and spanked me and used me until I couldn’t see straight. I begged him to please fuck me, and he did, so hard and deep that it was overwhelming. By the end of the night I was completely spent and satisfied and completely, utterly under his spell…and patiently waiting to be told what would happen the next time.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a5p6vi/who_says_you_have_to_wait_until_the_third_date_my