This is my first attempt at writing after enjoying this sub for some time, any pointers or observations are welcome and appreciated.
When daddy came home I was in the kitchen working on dishes while I waited for dinner to finish in the oven. I had music playing from the Bluetooth speaker through my phone and was singing and dancing along, I didn’t even hear him come in and neither did the dogs. It was Beast of Burden by The Rolling Stones and I turned to put the mixing bowl I was drying away and saw him standing there watching me. Immediately I felt my face get hot as I blushed and said an embarrassed “hi” with a smile. “Hey baby” he said back and gave a sideways but satisfied smile like he was really enjoying the show I didn’t know had an audience. Even with daddy I’m shy, it took months before I would give him a striptease. I had taken my clothes off in front of him or let him take them off me dozens of times but there was something about stripping carefully for his enjoyment that made me feel both exhilarated and embarrassed. I had never done that before for anyone so I was totally clueless, what if I was terrible at it? I’m sure watching me dance uninhibited of my own volition in the kitchen in jeans and a t-shirt making dinner and cleaning was really a sight for him. Fortunately for him, I would only do that in a place I felt safe and comfortable.
While the dogs greeted him now that he had made his presence known I checked on dinner and turned the music down. When I turned again, he was standing but turned around taking his coat and tie off and rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt. The sight wasn’t helping me cool down in the hot kitchen after dancing; I opened the window behind the sink. He finally asked me what was for dinner, “lasagna” I replied as I busied myself at the sink with the last few utensils still to wash. “Are you sure?” he asks me. Confused, I turn to him but before I can, he’s behind me pinning me to the counter and I can feel his cock stiffening in his pants against my ass. With the little bit of room I have, I grind my ass against it hoping to make him harder. He starts kissing my neck and reaches around me and puts his hand down my pants and discovers how aroused I am. I moan at his touch, the surprise of him on me so quickly turned me on instantly. “You’re so wet for daddy” as he circles my clit with his index finger, I can feel his cock throbbing through our pants I know he loves how much he turns me on. Through my moans, I whimper a reply, “Yes daddy, please, I’ve been so good”, he cuts me off by sticking his index finger that was circling my throbbing, needy clit inside me. My grinding on his cock works two fold as I’m also riding his finger now, he’s still kissing and biting my neck, ears, shoulders, and back. I can’t stop moaning, I don’t even care that the window’s open and we’re right in front of it I need as much of him as I can get right now.
The timer for the oven goes off breaking the trance. He tells me I should get the lasagna out of the oven before it burns but he doesn’t move an inch and as long as he isn’t moving, I don’t stop grinding on him, trying to be as close to him as possible for as long as he lets me. He growls in my ear and pulls my ponytail so my back arches and I’m looking at the ceiling, I yelp and he responds by reminding me if I don’t listen, he’ll punish me. As much as I love that idea, I know letting food burn and ruining a perfectly good meal is not the way to push daddy’s buttons. I straighten, and he steps away from me. I turn around and I can’t help myself, I kiss him deeply. The timer goes off again as a reminder but this time neither of us move. I bring one of my legs up and wrap it around him, I want him as close to me as possible; opening my leg to him allows me to feel his cock again and all it does is make me want him more. As our tongues explore each other’s mouths, the timer gives us yet another reminder. He stops kissing me and takes his hands off my ass and let’s me have a moment in his arms before he moves away and out of the kitchen. I quickly turn the oven and timer off and grab potholders to take the hot lasagna out of the oven and leave it on the stove to cool…I get the feeling it’s not going to be eaten tonight, at least not for a while.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o36aik/daddy_for_dinner_dom_msub_f
Great story! I’m sure it was a lovely lasagna.