Hot Cocoa (DaddyDom, CNC, Medication)

On cold, winter days, I much preferred to be buried under blankets, or bundled in my pajamas on the couch. Naps were also a high priority. Some days I would read from the “spicy” book list that I shared with my friends, and other days, I would mindlessly watch TV.
Today was more of a reading day, and Daddy was being extremely annoying by attempting to text me every few minutes. My phone was practically vibrating off the couch next to me. Most of the text was about if I had anything to eat, or something to drink, others were more about things that he was going to do to me when he got home.
I barely replied, only sending the quickest responses, or one of the spicy photos that I had already sent him. I knew it would only piss him off, but it was too cold to get up from my bundle of blankets to take any new ones.

The phone rang and I sighed as I answered, “Yes Daddy?”
“You’re cute little ass better be naked when I get home, Babygirl. I’m done playing your games.”
“Daddy it’s soooooo cold in the house. I’ll be an ice sickle by the time you get home!” He chuckled on the other end of the line, “Plus, Daddy, don’t you enjoy wrapping your presents?”
I could almost hear his brain whirring through the phone, “I prepped the coffee station for a hot chocolate, make yourself one, and I will be home in thirty.”
After he hung up, I stood, and moseyed into the kitchen, scuffing my feet the entire way. Sure enough, the small wine fridge that had been repurposed as a coffee fridge, held a mug filled with gourmet hot cocoa shavings. After moving the giant bottle of Daddy’s cold brew out of the way, I was able to pull out the milk to steam for my cocoa.
It took me less than five minutes to prepare my cocoa, wipe up, and settle my happy lil ass back on the couch. I didn’t care that my fingers were burning from the hot cup, I was so happy to be drinking something warm.
I was nearly to the end of the cup when I discovered that there was a slightly funny aftertaste. I set the mug down on the glass end table.

Rapidly, it became harder for me to concentrate and my head struggled to keep upright. My eyes started to droop, and I started to stretch my body out on our couch. Hot cocoa always made me tired, but never this rapidly.
The front door slammed, and I heard Daddy taking off his shoes. I wasn’t able to call out to him, but through my half-lidded eyes, I was able to see him enter the living room.
“Ah, Babygirl, I see that you drank my special concoction. Now I can play with you as much as I want.” He knelt down between my unmovable open legs, and his hands wandered underneath my long sleeves. “You’re mine now, Babygirl.”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11c6air/hot_cocoa_daddydom_cnc_medication