After so long … Meeting with Daddy again dom M, sub F

They sat at the table in the bar, a nervous tension between them, she was playing with her hair and grinning into her drink. She could smell him sitting so close to her, it was intoxicating. They had been making small talk for a while, she would coyly look at him and blush, and he would smile back knowing the devilish thoughts in her head. She tapped her long red nails on the side of her cocktail glass, intentionally crossing her legs so that her thigh was incredibly close to his chair. He took the opportunity and lightly put his hand on her calf. He felt her body respond, almost flinch, under his touch, and he laughed slightly. She was watching his hand move up her leg, to her knee, where his fingers deftly played with the back of her knee, causing her to squirm slightly in her seat. She was still watching his hand, almost too nervous to look him in the eyes, to betray the composure she was quickly losing. It had been so long since he had been able to touch her, the sensation seemed to be amplified like never before. His hands kept slowly moving up her leg, caressing her thigh, moving towards her hip. He heard her gasp slightly, knowing that how they were sitting, no one else could see his hand, and he knew that excited her. “Look at me,” he growled. She hesitated, and she felt his fingers dig into her thigh, a little painfully, but it made her comply. She looked into his eyes, his body leaning over the table so their faces were so close. “Don’t disobey me, little one,” he whispered. Her eyes were open wide, her mouth slightly open, he could tell her breath had quickened. “Your skin is so soft,” he opined, as he continued to lightly run his hands over her thigh. “You have missed my touch, haven’t you?” he asked, grinning at the arousal so obvious on her face. She just nodded her head in reply. “Uncross your legs,” he demanded. This time she didn’t hesitate. His hands slowly moved towards the crease between her legs and body, he remembered how she would always jump when he touched that area like he was able to send a shock through her. Sure enough, she did, and he laughed. He sighed and let out an almost silent growl, loud enough for only her to hear. He saw a grin tug at the side of her mouth in response to his primal noises. “You HAVE missed this haven’t you?” he teased, as he ran his hands back down her leg and kneaded her calf. She blushed and looked away. He grabbed her chin and turned her head back towards him. “I asked you a question.” She smiled. “I’ve missed this,” she purred back. He grunted and sat back in his chair, devouring her with his eyes. This time she didn’t shy away from his glare, although it always made her just slightly nervous, she relished that feeling.

He opened his wallet and took out the hotel room key. “Before I give you this,” he said, “I want to tell me exactly what you are thinking. Right now.” She finished off the last of her cocktail and leaned in to whisper in his ear. Softly, she replied, “I want you to bend me over this table, fuck me balls deep until you cum and fill me up until I overflow.” She heard his growl, saw his eyes ablaze, he bared his teeth with his devilish grin. “Oh, you are a slut, aren’t you,” he replied. She grinned and grabbed the key. She went to get up from the table, but he roughly grabbed her arm. “You are to go up to the room and sit on the edge of the bed. Do not do anything until I arrive. Understand?” She licked her lips. “Yes Daddy,” she whispered. She got up and walked across the bar towards the elevators, intentionally swaying her hips, exaggerating the movement of her ass. He watched her, in her high heels, that dress that he just wanted to rip off her body so he could consume her.

She sat on the edge of the bed, in almost complete darkness except for one lamp in the corner of the room. She was nervous with anticipation, it having been so long since his touch, his dominance of her. He was making her wait, she knew, building up her suspense, her lust, her hunger. She bit her lip, fidgeting on the edge of the bed when she heard the door unlock. She watched as his silhouette filled the doorway, and he entered the room. Even from the bed she could feel his presence, feel the connection between them. He closed the door and stood there staring at her. “Come here,” he demanded. She got up and walked slowly towards him. She stopped just out of arms reach. “I said. Come. Here. What did I tell you about obeying me?” He growled at her as she took another step towards him. When she was close enough, he pushed her against the wall and greedily kissed her. She responded immediately, pushing her body against his, her fingers entwined in his hair. “Hands by your sides.” She hesitated for a moment but complied. He took a step back and looked at her, grinning as her mouth was still open, expecting the kiss to continue. “You’re a hungry one, aren’t you?” he teased. She opened her eyes, her breath quickened. “Hmm,” he growled as he stepped forward to put all his weight against her, pushing her hard against the wall, one hand around her throat, the other grabbing a fist full of her hair. “Oh yes, you are hungry,” he whispered into her ear as he bit her neck. She moaned at the touch, at the slight pain, at his voice being right in her ear. She felt him push against him, she was trying to arch into his chest, but he had her pinned. He laughed. “Oh, little girl, so hungry, so horny, aren’t you?” His hand tightened around her throat, her eyes wide, staring into his. “Answer me,” he snarled at her. “Yes, I am,” she managed to squeak out, and he laughed, loosening his grip on her neck. “Good girl.”

“Put your arms above your head,” he demanded. She did. “Let’s get this dress off.” He grabbed the hem of her dress and slowly started to lift it up. His eyes noticed how her pale skin glowed in the light. He pulled the dress over her breasts, and up over her neck, but stopped when it was covering her face. Her arms were pinned against the wall and he took this opportunity to explore her body while she couldn’t see what he was doing. As one of his strong hands held the dress and her arms in place, the other lightly traced her chin, down her neck, the front of her chest and stomach, and back to that spot above her thighs that drove her crazy. He heard her breath catch in her throat as his fingers expertly found that spot. “Now. Let’s see, just how horny my little hungry slut is. I can smell how wet you already are. Hmmm.” His fingers moved her lace panties to one side, and he ever so gently touched her. She heard him growl. His fingers played with her folds, sending shivers up her back, moans escaping her. She pressed her hips into his fingers, wanting and needing him. “You are so fucking wet,” she heard him growl. “Fucking hungry little girl.” His fingers kept exploring, and when they touched her clit, her whole body shook, and she moaned louder. “Hmm,” she heard him mutter. “Your nub is so swollen already, you whore.” His fingers moved down to feel her wetness again, and she heard him lick his fingers. “You taste so fucking good.” She was panting, standing there, trying to keep her legs from buckling under her. His fingers felt so incredible on her, she wanted him to completely own her.

He removed her dress and threw it on the ground. He stared into her eyes, their faces almost touching. He watched as his touch had caused her to blush, her heartbeat quicken. Her mouth was open, and he lent in and bit her lip. She sighed, hungrily kissing him back, grabbing his hair and lightly tugging. “Ah, I didn’t give you permission to move your hands, did I?” he said as he grabbed her arms and pressed them back against the wall above her. “Naughty. Now turn around.” She did, her face against the wall. In two swift movements, he removed her bra and tore off her panties. She was now naked, wearing her high heels. “Stay just like that,” he demanded, as she heard him unbutton his shirt. Without warning, he slapped her ass, causing her to jump and yell out in surprise. “Naughty little slut needs some discipline it seems,” he snarled, slapping her other ass cheek. “Oh, look at that nice redness already.” Two more slaps without warning, he relished in her body’s response. “Legs wider,” he demanded as he slapped the inside of her thighs when she didn’t move fast enough. She heard him growl. “Hands behind your back,” he ordered her, and she complied. He used her bra to tie her hands together. He drank her up with his eyes, relishing the redness on her ass, the willingness of her to spread her thighs for him. He pushed himself against her, pressing her back into the wall. His breath in her ear, his tongue toying with her ear lobe, his hands tracing her sides, her hips, her ass. She could feel his hard cock pressed against her back, she sighed at the thought. His hands moved down her thighs, slowly moving towards her clit, so slowly that he knew it was driving her crazy. Laughing he whispered, “are you whimpering, baby girl? You want my hands to touch you so bad, don’t you? Your clit is just begging for attention, isn’t it? My horny sex slave,” he growled and stood back to slap her ass again. “Beg me,” he yelled. He grabbed her hair and yelled it again. “Beg. Me.” Her face was against the wall, but he could hear her muffled begs and whimpers. “Please, I need you to fuck me, I need you to touch me and fill me.” “Please what?” he asked, pulling her hair harder, causing her back to arch. “Please Daddy,” she gasped. He let go of her hair and growled. “Good girl. Now turn around.” She did, and he reached out to play with one of her nipples, teasing it between his thumb and finger. Her eyes were half closed, whimpering. “Look at your legs shaking, trying to hold you up, but my hungry little slut needs Daddy’s attention, doesn’t she?” She looked at him with begging eyes, only able to mutter a “yes”. He laughed. “Sit on the edge of the bed.” She did.

With her arms still tied behind her, he roughly pushed her onto the bed her legs hanging over the edge. His weight on her, he kissed her roughly, a primal, guttural noise escaping him. He bit her chin lightly, her neck, and her nipples. “You like me being rough with you, don’t you?” She nodded her head, eyes closed. He grazed his teeth down her stomach, her hips. “Spread your legs, and put one on my shoulder,” he demanded as he kneeled between her legs. She obliged, and she held her breath. “You are so wet, so ready,” he whispered, his breath teasing her clit. She tried to buck her hips towards him, but he held her down. She heard him laugh. Without warning, his mouth was around her clit, his tongue in circles while he sucked on her. She cried out in surprise, arching her back, her hands behind her back digging into the bedsheet. He felt her thigh tense on his shoulder, his mouth sucking as hard as it could. Her entire body responded to him, it was so arousing. His fingers played with the folds of her pussy, relishing her wetness, her heat. “You want me to fuck that pussy, don’t you little one?” he asked, as he slowly put one finger inside her. “Don’t you, you horny girl?” She whispered a reply, “yes, please, please,” as his mouth kept sucking her clit. He placed another finger inside of her, she was so fucking tight but so ready. He let out a deep growl, feeling the spot as he pushed his fingers against her, feeling her hotness. She cried out again in response as if the pleasure was almost too much. Her back arched, her hips pressing against him, he knew the angle she was looking for and he moved his hand to find it. “You want to cum, don’t you?” he teased, using the thumb on his other finger to trace around her clit, not quite touching it. “You little slut. Good slut,” he said as he kept watching her body writhe in delight.

He put a third finger inside her and she cried out. His mouth was back on her clit, sucking, and now his fingers found a fast rhythm, pushing against her, expertly finding that spot that was driving her wild, her moans surrounding him, her hips bucking against him to his every movement. “Fuck you are so tight,” he whispered, his tongue circling her clit. He felt her clamp onto his fingers even tighter, could hear her breath starting to catch in her throat, her moans becoming more primal, more lustful. She moaned his name. “Are you going to cum now? Cum for me. All over my hand.” She was completely lost in the moment, and he felt her body start to convulse, she pressed her hips down on his hand, and he felt the wave hit her. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she screamed as she came. He felt her wetness spread down his arm, the convulsions on his fingers, the warmth spread through her. He growled into her clit as her whole body tensed up to enjoy the orgasm. He slowed down his pace as she road it out, looking up at her and smiling. He removed his fingers from her and licked them, she could hear him laughing. “Baby girl you taste so fucking good. Look at me.” She was out of breath, but she looked at him. She was flushed, her hair a mess. He watched her pussy as it kept convulsing, she smiled and closed her eyes again. “Good girl. Your wetness is all over my arm. What a hungry, hungry, horny little thing you are.” He started to undo his belt, she opened her eyes to watch him. “Turn over,” he commanded, and she did.

He reached down to untie her arms and helped situate two pillows under her hips. “Mmm, that ass,” he whispered, slapping it fast and without warning. She yelped. She heard him unzip his pants and throw them on the floor. Her head was resting on the mattress, her hands by her sides. She felt him get on the bed and was leaning over her. “Give me your hand. I want you to feel how fucking hard you make me.” She let him grab her hand and he wrapped it around his cock. She could feel it pulsing, it was so hard, so smooth, she lightly grazed her nails on it, her thumb finding some pre-cum on the head and she used the wetness to tease it. He growled as he let her stroke him. He grabbed the belt and lightly swatted her ass with it, causing her to jump. He laughed. “Hmm, you are just my fucktoy, aren’t you? You let me do whatever the fuck I want with you.” He swatted her again, watching her entire body twitch.

He placed her hand back on the bed by her side, pushing her face into the bed. He leaned over to whisper in her ear. “You want this cock inside your dripping, hot cunt don’t you, you fucking slut?” He pulled her hair so that her head turned to one side. “Don’t you,” he yelled. “Yes Daddy, I want you to fuck me, as hard as you can. Please,” she whimpered. He growled again, letting go of her hair. “Fucking little slut,” he whispered to himself as he grabbed the belt again. “Legs as far apart as possible,” he said as he used the belt to swat at her inner thighs until they were wide. She could feel him moving on the bed behind her. Suddenly, his fingers were inside her, scooping up her wetness, making her gasp. He used her hot juices to stroke himself with. “You are going to feel so good wrapped around my cock baby girl,” his voice deep and guttural. He slapped her ass again, and without warning completely entered her, his balls slapping against her clit. She screamed out in surprise, in lust, feeling completely filled. He let out a moan of his own, digging his fingers into her ass. “Fuck, you are so fucking tight. So fucking wet. Mine.” He thrust out and back into her, relishing the feeling of being completely inside of her. Watching her body shake from the sensation, he grabbed her hips roughly, and started to pound into her, fast and hard. Her ass was at such a fucking amazing angle, he could feel the head of his cock push against the inside of her, all the way in and out. Her moans and whimpers let him know he had found that same spot that always drove her crazy. “Oh, fuck,” he whispered in between thrusts, in between her cries and his growls, the sound of her wetness and his balls slapping against her filling the room. He watched as her hands grasp the bedsheets, her knuckles white, her body responding so intensely to him. “Goddamnit, you slut, fucking take my whole cock,” as he continued to thrust in and out of her. He felt her push back into him, grinding into him. “Yes, fuck me back, fuck me,” he snarled, his pace so fast, so rough, he slapped her ass again, and she pushed even more back into him. He could feel his own heat start to build up, she was grinding her pussy on him in circles while his cock kept assaulting her dripping cunt. He dug his fingers into her hips even harder, his growls becoming more animalistic, his pace almost too much for her to bear. “You want me to fill you up, don’t you? Want me to spill into you?” She cried out, “yes, please, please,” her pathetic whimpers excited him even more. He leaned over her, owning her, his entire weight on her as he pounded her. He growled in his ear, she heard his breath quicken, he pulled her hair and bit her ear. She heard him hold his breath and with three more thrusts, she felt his warmth start to fill her up as his grunts and moans filled her ears. She sighed and relished the feeling of his seed spilling into her, his body completely dominating hers, pressing her into the bed. His moans continued until his last convulsion and he sighed.

He pushed himself up off her, and he pulled his cock out of her. “Roll over.” She did, rolling off the pillows and onto her back, looking up at him, watching his cock, cum on the tip, his eyes ablaze, his body sweaty and breathing hard. She took a deep breath to breathe him in. “Legs wide,” he demanded. “I want to watch my cum leak from that well-used pussy of yours.” He saw her smile, close her eyes and giggle to herself as she stretched her arms above her head. “You are mine,” he whispered.

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