I sit at my vanity and finish putting my hair into a high ponytail. My blonde hair still has the faded pink tips on the end and will go perfectly with the outfit that Daddy has chosen for me to wear tonight. It is our first date meeting face to face and I am a mix of nerves and stomach tingling excitement.
Daddy and I have been talking for some time and his work is finally bringing him to my city. I press soft pink blush into my cheeks and press my lips together. I check my phone. 10 minutes. I stand up and turn to the outfit hanging on the door. A soft pink blouse, a black skirt with over the shoulder straps, long over the knee black socks, and short black kitten heels. I pull on the blouse, the buttons strain over my ample chest as I snap each one closed over a white lacy bra. The black skirt sits around my waist, and I pull the straps over my shoulders. The hem kisses my thighs and leaves a gap between my skirt and socks. A small pale expanse of flesh that lets the imagination run wild. I know that Daddy likes when people look at me. Underneath is a tiny white lace thong that barely covers my waxed mound and already slick privates. I lift my skirt and see the small damp patch spread over the lace.
I step outside just as Daddy pulls up in a shiny black car. I pull my back over my shoulder. He asked me to pack a few things. I will be staying the night with him, and I need brunch clothes. He already told me I would sleep in late. He steps out with a smile and walks around the front to open the door for me. He takes my back and places it in the trunk and turns to me. His finger motions for me to twirl and I wonder why he hasn’t kissed me yet. I twirl and the skirt fans out like a ballerina, revealing more of my thighs.
“Perfect,” he speaks softly and I see him smile. He has spiky stubble and a hard jaw, Daddy’s eyes are soft and gentle but there is a sharp shine there that hints at some of the other things we have discussed. Things that have made me blush and bite my lip as I have touched myself alone at night. Things I have never tried with a man before.
I slip into the front seat and pull at the hem of my skirt until I feel the shoulder straps pinch. When he gets in the driver’s seat, he leans over and I feel my heart skip, open my mouth softly, but he doesn’t kiss me, he grabs the seat belt and clicks it into place.
We drive through the city. There is a band in town I have never heard of that he wants to see. When I googled them, I learned they were pretty big about 20 years ago. I listened to them in my room and tried to imagine what Daddy was like at my age listening to this band. The venue is an older building in the East Village and we park close by and walk hand in hand to the front of the line. We are on the VIP list and I see the bouncer looks at him and then down at me. He raises a brow and I see him trying to figure out our relationship. We walk in and I grab his arm as a waitress brings us to a raised area looking at the stage. It is a closed area with a couch and a table. It is one booth of only four and I feel very seen by the people standing in the pit.
“Wow,” I gasp. “I’ve never been VIP before.” I feel his hands touch my shoulders and it is the first time he has touched me. I feel the pressure from all ten fingers travel and dance through my body. I gasp.
“You deserve it. Tonight, is going to be very special.” His lips kiss my neck, and I can see people notice, the same look on their face as the bouncer. The waitress takes our drink order and returns with an amber liquid in his glass and a tall pink drink for me. I sip it slowly. The lights go down and the crowd goes crazy and the band plays. I clap my hands and stand in the safety of our private area. The crowd gets rowdy, and I wonder if that is the reason that Daddy chose a private booth. The set is amazing and I even join in singing the chorus of their most popular song. This makes Daddy smile and caress my cheek. I blush and touch my cheek.
His lips move close to me and I brace for the kiss that doesn’t come. He moves his mouth to my ear. “Are you wearing everything I asked?” I feel his hand slip over my sock and up my thigh, his fingers pull the hem of my skirt higher.
“Yes Daddy.” I close my eyes. I feel his thick fingers disappear under my skirt. Curve down my thigh, stopping just before he reaches my panties.
“Good.” He pulls away and I notice I am gasping. “Looks like we are getting an encore.”
I collect my thoughts and clap as the band plays the final song. As the lights come up, Daddy holds my hand and guides me through the throng of people.
Outside, he wraps his jacket around me as we walk to the car. He still hasn’t kissed me, but he pulls me close to him. “Are you ready? It’s time to go to the hotel.”
I nod.
“Use your words.” It is a soft warning.
“Yes Daddy.” I say as I slide into the car.
As we drive, he asks me if I liked the show and I answer. The mood is light, but there is a tension in the air, an apprehension of what is to come next. The hotel he is staying in is extravagant and his car is valet away. My heels click on solid marble and we make our way to the elevators. I hear men call his name from the bar. I wonder if they are co-workers.
He smirks. “I think we’ll have a nightcap.” He takes my elbow and he steers us to the bar. I feel the men in suits look at me. Their eyes lingering. Some on my chest. Some on the slip of thigh. He waves the bartender over and we get drinks.
“And who is this young lady?” asks one of the men, he is older, at least in his 50s.
I stand wide eyed and sip my drink. My stomach tenses.
“Lara, this is Chris, TJ, and Marc.” I smile and wave sheepishly. “Turns out she is a big fan of the band.”
The men laugh and the tension breaks. Marc pipes up, “how old were you when they started making music?”
“Old enough to know good music when she hears it!” The men laugh again and I blush.
We stay for one drink and say goodnight. They watch us leave and I can feel their eyes on me again.
In the elevator, he stands behind me and holds my waist. “Did you see the way they looked at you?”
I swallow and gasp as Daddy’s fingers slide between my legs. I watch the numbers on the elevator rise. I moan as his fingers touch the lace over my pussy. I hear him groan as he discovers my wetness. For the third time, he asks if I am ready. The doors of the elevator open and he guides me forward.
The room clicks open and I see my back was brought upstairs. The door clicks shut behind me and I hear the security bolt snap closed. I stand in the room and start to turn.
“Don’t move.” His voice has changed slightly and I freeze. Daddy walks past me to the bed and sits down. “Strip!”
I step out of my heels and slip the straps of my skirt off my shoulders.
“Slower.”
I jump and feel my body become electric. I look at his face and unzip the skirt and it falls to the ground. I step forward and begin unbuttoning my blouse, the pink buttons snap and reveal the matching lacy bra. My hands reach around move to unclasp the bra.
“Stop.” I put my arms to my side, keeping the bra on. “Crawl to me.”
I drop to my knees and feel my breasts move in the lacy bra. I crawl slowly between his knees and kneel. His thumb touches my chin and pulls my face up to look at him. I whimper softly and meet your gaze.
“You’ve made me wait a long time.” His fingers tighten on my jaw. “I don’t like to wait. Take off my belt.”
He leans back in the chair and I move my hands up to unbuckle your belt. My hands skim over his thighs and I feel his manhood stir as the leather belt is pulled from the loops. I know not to touch. I know Daddy will decide when I may touch. My mouth waters. I have been imagining his cock for weeks and I am desperate to touch him. He snaps the belt and I flinch.
“Take out my cock.”
I move to unbutton and pull the stiff cock free from his underwear. He grabs his cock with the hand not holding the belt and begins to rub his cock on my face and lips.
“Open your mouth.” I do so immediately and my mouth if filled and pulled down on his cock. I hear him groan and feel a sharp tug in my hair. Daddy wraps his fist around my ponytail and bobs my head up and down on his cock. I gag and whine. Saliva pools in my mouth and falls onto my chin and breasts as Daddy fucks my mouth. I hold onto his thighs and feel him hold my mouth down, my nose pushing into his groin. Just as I start to panic, and my air runs out my mouth is pulled away. I breath deep and feel him pull me up and over his lap.
My hands touch the floor and my ass is pushed up over his thigh. I can feel his stiff cock, slick and wet with my saliva against my hip. The next sensation is the crack of the belt over both of my cheeks. I squeal and cry out. It hurts. I have never been punished like this before and a second snap lights up my rear. Another lash falls, this time on the crease between my ass and the top of my thighs. I imagine the tiny white lace does nothing to hide my modesty as my legs start to flail. Daddy loops his right leg over my thigh giving a targeted area for his belt.
“Daddy has waited so long to make you his little whore.” The belt strikes over the plumpest part of my ass and I twist slightly. His hand holds my neck to stop my movement. A succession of blows fall and I start to beg.
“I’m sorry Daddy. I’m sorry I made you wait so long. I’m yours. I’m yours.” I feel tears fall into my mouth as I beg and plead. The heat spreads and tingles sharply. He doesn’t stop until I fall limp and submit to the belt. I am sobbing and my body heaves under my tears. It takes a few seconds before I notice his hand caressing my hot welted ass.
“Are you ready to be mine?”
I know there is only one answer to this question. “Yes Daddy.” My voice hitches.
“Get up.”
I stand on wobbly legs. As I turn, I feel his hand hold my mound through the panties. I whine as he feels my wetness and his finger circles my clit. I relish the moment of soft after such a harsh thrashing. My ass pricks and I feel the skin rising. The other hand finds my breast and kneads and pinches my nipples.
“You know what Daddy needs.” His mouth kisses my neck and I feel his teeth on my skin.
In a swift motion, he pushes me on the bed and pries my legs apart. My instinct is to throw my hands up and Daddy slaps my face. The shock stuns me and I feel the leather belt loop around my wrists pulling them together. He pulls me up the bed and ties the belt to the bedpost. I moan and squirm. It all happens so fast and my face stings from the slap.
I watch him as he starts to undress. He is slow and methodical. His tie and shirt are removed and folded over the chair. Then the pants and underwear. My heart is racing. I watch him walk slowly to the bed and position himself between my legs. He grabs my ankles and pulls me down the bed making me squeal. His hands reach up my thighs and pull the, now soaking, thong off my body. His middle and index finger push and spread my lips apart, my eager clit flutters under his touch. I watch as he inspects the effect he has on my body. My wetness clinging between the tips of his fingers. Without warning he grabs my thighs and pushes his cock inside me. I moan and cry out as he begins thrusting the full length inside me. Daddy is thick and my pussy grips him tight. I can hear his legs slap against my ass and the back of my thighs. He pushes my knees back and holds me wide open. Over and over, he pounds into me and I barely catch my breath. His nails graze my stomach, and my bra is ripped upwards to expose my tits. They bounce as he uses me and Daddy slaps and pinches my nipples. Over my moans and the sound of skin on skin I can hear him grunt and moan as his pleasure builds.
“You’re mine. All mine. My perfect little slut.” His voice makes my spine tingle and I blush crimson as his words make me wetter and more aroused. “I can feel how bad you want to cum. You want to cum on Daddy’s cock. Don’t you dare. Whores don’t get to cum on my cock.”
My eyes start to flutter and I feel saliva fall from my mouth. No one has made me feel this way before. I feel myself draw closer to orgasm. “Close. I’m so close.”
As quickly as he entered, I feel him withdraw and move up the bed. He grabs my hair and pushes his cock back in my mouth. I gag and suck and let my tongue hang over my lips. He grunts. Then I taste it. A thick load of cum. I open my eyes enough to see him pump his cock in his hand, spilling his cum into my mouth, covering my lips and face, letting it fall on my chin and mouth. He pants and lets go of my hair before slipping off the bed and into the bathroom. I lay on the bed naked, sore, still tied up, and breathless. I hear the water start to run in the bathroom. My breath slowly returns to normal.
After a few minutes, Daddy returns to untie me and scoops me up in his arms. He carries me to the bathroom and gently lowers me into a warm and soothing bath. The water lights up my belted ass at first, but then I relax. All my tight muscles start to unwind. It is calm and quiet and I lay supported by his hands as he massages and washes my hair. He hums softly while he cares for the body he used so vigorously. His fingers glide over my skin and I feel like I could melt into his touch. I feel the water slip away and the bubbles stick to my skin. Daddy helps me to my feet and wraps a big fluffy towel around me and helps me step out of the tub. I am still a little wobbly but I giggle as he dries my body thoroughly and with special care to the sore parts.
On the bed, he lays a fresh towel and helps me get on my stomach. I can tell I will have bruises on my wrists. He opens his bag and pulls out a bottle of lotion and returns to the bed.
“Tomorrow.” My eyes open as he speaks softly again and a cooling sensation floods my back and my cheeks. He rubs the lotion into my cheeks and I close my eyes again. I feel so tired. “Before we go to brunch, I am going to let you cum. You did so well tonight. Daddy is very pleased.”
I feel myself drifting off to sleep as he massages my body. He still hasn’t kissed me.
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