tags: ddlg, edging, masturbation, oral, creampie
It was the dead of night and rain hammered little Scarlet’s widow, as thunder illuminated her surrounding room. Colouring books, crayons, and a literal mountain of stuffies all consolidated into a pink landscape before her, floodlit with each incoming flash. In the eye of this hub of innocence, she lay restlessly in her bed and she stirred. Her phone charger was all the way downstairs and her phone was dead. Daddy was out late with some unforeseen work today, leaving her on her lonesome. She hated lightning, it always shook her back to the scariest moments of her childhood when irrational fears gripped you and careened you to bed with a true adult for safety. But now, in this moment, her Daddy was not here, and just thinking of him was not enough to put her at ease. She hugged her giant teddy close and imagined it was him. However, this had unfortunate unforeseen consequences- she imagined his firm chest and all-encompassing grasp, and she began not only yearning for his protection, but yearning for him sexually. It was his rule that she needed permission from her Daddy to touch her princess parts. They belonged to him and he was to oversee all their uses. And Scarlet was typically a good obedient girl, to always follow this rule in the past. She enjoyed that she fully belonged to him, and prided herself on it. But in this moment of fear and desperation, she had not a way to contact him, and instead was imagining her Teddy to be him. Her princess parts tingled, begging for attention. Without her consent, her hips began to pivot, as she rubbed her princess parts against her teddy. Her cotton unicorn panties soon had a wet spot welling up in them and Scarlet realized she needed to touch herself right away. She was a bad, awful girl, and imagined how Daddy would punish her when he found out, but it only turned her on more- She yearned for his firm-handed discipline. Sometimes he would spank her so hard she would cry and welts would form. Sometimes he would put his toy in her and make her cum relentlessly in public. In the dark of her room, she begged for it all now, as with one hand she rubbed her clit, and with the other, her little asshole. She just wanted her Daddy to embrace her and be inside her in as many ways as possible. She climaxed hard, soaking the sheets, her teddy and her fingers all at once. Washing her over as well, was a palpable sense of guilt. She had broken the rule and would accept whatever came to her. The following morning, she was truthful to her Daddy and let him know.
Daddy was not happy to hear the news. She could have been a big girl and gone downstairs, despite the scary lightning, and charged her phone. Or she could have shown restraint. Either way, even though her princess parts belonged to Daddy that night in her dreams, that’s not the story her fingers told. She bent over, expecting her inevitable spanking. But, he did not spank her. “Your punishment is simple, little one,” he told her calmly. “If you believe you can touch your princess parts without Daddy’s permission, then perhaps Daddy will revoke his permission. For the next week, you will be a chaste little girl, and you will learn to appreciate your Daddy’s permission. No cummies for you for the next seven days.” A week without any sexual satisfaction? This seemed hard, even impossible for Scarlet. But, she realized she was in the wrong and accepted her punishment, even giving him the obligatory, “thank you, Daddy.” He patted her head and gave it a little kiss.
They had a wonderful date day- they went down to the candy store and Daddy bought her a zillion different flavours of candy. They went to the park, and he pushed her on the swings. They lay under a tree and just chatted. Daddy never got truly angry at her over breaking the rules. He knew deep down she was a good girl, and once she was accepting her punishment, all his sternness would evaporate and part. When they arrived home, they cuddled until bedtime. This is usually when it would be playtime and Daddy would have Scarlet. But instead, Daddy just gave her a goodnight kiss and they went to bed. Scarlet’s mind was racing so fast, she had trouble sleeping. She wasn’t used to this. She managed to sleep but awoke in the night to feel her juices flowing down her leg and to see Daddy’s sleeping boner there before her. Unbeknownst to her, she had been rubbing herself against it in her sleep. She felt the strong urge to touch it, to awake her Daddy but knew it wouldn’t be right, that she needed to be a chaste little girl for him. So she drifted back to sleep, and dreamed of their love.
As the week progressed, things did not get easier for Scarlet. The littlest things Daddy did became enough to make her change her panties. He would just kiss her lightly upon her neck, or nibble her ear, or just call her, “Sweetheart,” and she would catch herself rubbing her thighs together, in need of satisfaction. She was a good girl though, and never gave in- at least not fully. The technicality of the punishment was that Scarlet’s right to cummies was revoked, which still meant that other things were not off the table. On the third day, Scarlet awoke to Daddy between her legs, licking her clit through her panties. She was so sensitive, she felt like she would burst. But, she suppressed it, as she had not the permission to cum. He kissed her all over and she ached massively. He began to finger her and her body temperature rose through the roof and she felt herself racing towards the sky- then Daddy would stop and edge Scarlet to oblivion. This continued for a good hour, until she was so wet she was sure there wasn’t any juice left in her. She couldn’t even control her arms anymore; Daddy had them constantly restrained as when they were free, they sprinted to her clit to put her out of her lustful misery. “I’m going to fuck you now baby, and remember, no cummies. You understand?” She understood and accepted her fate. He pinned both of her arms down and began to fuck her from above. As impossible as it sounds, she suppressed her orgasm for her Daddy. In doing so, it built up so high, that every single pulse of his cock in her gave her shudders. When he finally emptied his balls in her, filling her with his fertile cum, she could feel the warmth of it, as well as every little twitch. As usual, she gave him a “Thank you, Daddy,” and even licked up the cum that had leaked out. She was happy to just be used by her Daddy to help pleasure him and knew that when she finally did cum, once her punishment was over, it would feel magical, ad it would be with her Daddy inside her.
Daddy enjoyed the times when they would cum in unison, and secretly couldn’t wait to have that again with her. But he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed this newfound desperation in her. He could make her tremble now with the slightest touch. Even when she was in jeans, if he just lightly caressed her thigh, her knees would buckle now. The way she sucked his cock now was as if it held the meaning of life within it. He could see how much his girl wanted him sexually, and it made him in turn, want her more. And Scarlet truly wanted to make it all up to her Daddy. She would fuck her Daddy, riding him like a horsee, just happy to be his little fucktoy angel for a few days. She would give her pussy, ass and mouth to him, and secretly loved how he fucked her without concern, always inseminating her, then forcing her to mop up the leaked juices with her tongue.
Scarlet awoke to her Daddy fucking her- not an unusual occurrence. At first she lay in a heavenly haze until she realized what day it was- day 8. Her punishment was now over. He rubbed her clits and he pistoned in and out of her and it was less than a minute before she was begging, “Daddy, can I cum now, pwease?” She was ready to give into sweet release when he responded with a, “No, you’re going to wait for Daddy, sweetheart.” He pulled out of her and she greedily sucked him. In turn he began to fuck her face, using her pretty little mouth for his abject satisfaction.
He re-entered her pussy, this time with her facedown in the pillow, with one hand over her mouth, containing her moans and screams. His other hand firmly gripped her neck and choked her. Scarlet couldn’t breathe but she could feel Daddy picking up pace, building to orgasm, and she felt her body mirroring him. “Cum with me, Baby,” he whispered in her ear. It was fireworks, nuclear bombs, planetary explosion between, them, forcing the bed to physically move inches, scraping the floor. They were both sweating and panting now and Scarlet could finally breathe. She turns her head, and Daddy’s there waiting. “You were such a good, obedient little girl this week, and I’m proud of you,” he told her. He put her head to his chest and enveloped her. She held to her heart what she seeked now, as they basked in their post-coitus love. She vowed to never seek cummies without his permission again. Did she actually follow that vow? Well, that’s another story.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/imfvzd/ddlg_erotica_no_cummies_for_scarlet