“Be mine, tonight?” He asked, his voice raw with hunger. It felt significant and something in his request made me apprehensive, but I couldn’t deny his need. I could never deny him anything.
“I’m always yours,” I said.
“Mmm…thank you, my Sweet.”
He started tender. Exquisitely so. I love when he is tender. He tucked my hair behind my ear then settled his fingers at the base of my neck, gently pulling me into his chest. He kissed the crown of my head, and when I looked up at him, he gently, chastly even, kissed my lips. His kiss hit a longing, discordant note and I searched his eyes for clues.
He seemed tortured, but there was something else. Resolve, maybe? My breath caught and I grasped his hand, twining our fingers together. He brought our hands up to his lips and slowly kissed each of my fingers, lingering at my thumb.
I gasped at the tingle that last kiss shot straight between my legs. He could read the desire plain as day on my face and I saw heat flame in his eyes as his nostrils flared. The hand at the base of my neck twisted into my hair, yanking my head back. His lips crushed against mine as the fire he had been restraining was released. He nibbled my lower lip as my tongue greedily explored his mouth. His hand released mine and slid slowly down my body, gripping firmly the entire way. As he grasped my ass and pulled me tight against him, I reached up and buried both of my hands in his hair.
“Baby girl,” he moaned, “I don’t have it in me to be gentle tonight. I hope that’s ok.”
Not a single bone in my body wanted him to be gentle at that moment. His desperation was palpable.
“Take me, Daddy. Claim me. Don’t let me forget who I belong to. Leave indelible marks on my soul.”
His fingers dug into my ass and his grip on my hair tightened. He kissed me with the ferocity of a hurricane as he walked me back into the wall. He grabbed the bottom of my shirt with both hands and slid it up. He only pulled his mouth from mine long enough to pull it over my head. He continued his assault on my lips as his hands deftly undid the front clasp on my bra.
My tits sprang free and he immediately grabbed them, pushing them up and grazing my nipples with his thumbs as they hardened. Then he rolled them between his thumb and finger, squeezing hard, until I mewled against his lips, then squeezing even harder still.
One hand left its post and I nearly sobbed, I felt so immediately bereft at the loss. He gripped my wrist and brought my hand to his belt. His intent was clear and I began fumbling with the buckle as his hand returned to attacking my tit. He sucked on my tongue as I finished with his belt and moved on to unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks. His cock burst out of his pants, hard and ready. I grasped its velvety softness in my hand and began to stroke.
Groaning, he tore his lips from mine. There was a hard glint in his brown eyes as his hands moved to my shoulders and shoved me down to my knees. His beautiful shaft pressed against my swollen lips and he thrust it into my mouth. My head was pinned between him and the wall that he braced his hands on, looking down at me as he pistoned in and out of my mouth, completely ravaging my face. I could feel tears running down my face as I gagged on his head at the back of my throat.
He smiled down at me, “That’s right, my little fucktoy. Good girl.”
I couldn’t help but smile around his cock. I loved being his. Everything else fades away and all feels right in the world when he takes me. Abruptly, he stopped, pulling out of my mouth. A wail escaped my lips at the suddenness of his withdrawal.
“Don’t worry, my cumslut, you’ll earn Daddy’s cum yet tonight, but I’m not ready to be done with you.”
He pulled me to my feet by my hair, kissed me fiercely, then steered me over to the bed. He pushed me onto the bed so he could pull my leggings off of me, and discovered I wasn’t wearing anything underneath them.
“Mmm” he moaned, “Daddy is gonna make his beautiful girl hurt now.” Then he grabbed my hips and flipped me onto my stomach, bent over the edge of the bed. He rubbed my bare ass with one hand and wound my long hair around his other wrist, gripping the end in his hand. His elbow pushed into the middle of my back as he yanked on my hair, arching my head back towards him. His other hand left my ass and quickly returned with a sharp smack.
I yelped and another smack landed with a crack, echoing off the high ceilings of the room. Smack, yelp, smack, yelp, smack yelp. This continued on for a few minutes, until he stopped and returned to rubbing my now red and flaming hot ass. He released my hair and I slumped onto the bed, breathing heavily, as he soothed the heat in my ass cheeks.
“You know what comes next, my sweet?”
“Yes” I managed to squeak out.
“And you won’t deny me?”
“No,” I muttered weakly into the bed.
“Even if you beg me to stop…”
“I don’t want you to,” I said dutifully. And I meant it.
“Good Girl,” He said, and leaned over me to kiss my shoulder.
His cock pressed up against my dripping pussy and ever so slowly slid inside.
“Ohhhhh” I moaned against the mattress. And he slowly pulled back, then forcefully thrust back in.
“Yes, Daddy!” I couldn’t help but whisper, even though I knew it wouldn’t last. As expected, he gave one last thrust, then slipped out. The sudden emptiness left me destitute.
I felt his cock, now coated in wetness from my pussy, nudge against my ass.
“This is Daddy’s hole” he rasped, then shoved into my tight little asshole with absolutely no mercy. White hot pain stole my breath as a silent scream escaped my throat. I gripped the sheets and coached myself to breathe through the pain. To resist the urge to fight him. I managed to relax my jaw and steel myself, which he noticed immediately.
“None of that, sweet whore. I want to hear your screams, I want you to beg.”
He smacked my ass, hard, to break my focus, gripped my hips, and set a relentless pace. After a minute, or so, of me choking back my sobs, he asked, “Are you ready to beg, my fucktoy?” We both knew I could handle more, so I shook my head.
“Harder, then,” he said, and increased the power behind his thrusts.
I was gasping for air, dragging in big gulps as I could. The pain was almost unbearable. Almost.
“You must love this if you’re not begging me to stop,” he taunted, as my teeth were clenched and my knuckles were white where I gripped the sheets.
“Ready now?” He grunted as he quickly thrust in and out of my ass. One quick shake of my head was all I could manage to let him know I still had a little left to give. One last bit he could take from me.
He didn’t need to say it, I knew. Harder. And he didn’t hold back. He gave everything he had. And I broke. I began to cry, wail even. I couldn’t fight any longer. Not even for him. So I begged. Choking out my words between sobs.
“Please Daddy (gasp), please (sob) cum. Please. Make. It. Stop. (sob) Please. It hurts. So much. (sob) Please.”
He smacked my ass again. “Remember what you said, whore? Not even if you beg…”
I remembered. I tried to fight the wave of despair that threatened. I couldn’t help but sob, “Please.” over and over again. I was desperate for him to cum. Anything for it to end.
His grip on my hips tightened as he gave a final hard thrust and filled my ass with his hot seed. He collapsed onto my back, panting in my ear. He pulled my hair away from my face and nuzzled against my wet cheek.
“Did I go too far, baby girl?” he asked, as is his custom.
“No Daddy, it was perfect, I responded.
“Thank you,” He sighed.
After we cleaned up, we were laying in bed, his head on my chest, me stroking his hair with one hand and gently raking my nails down up and down his back with the other. Many minutes passed in silence, I lost track of how long. The simple moments like that were what I always long for.
Eventually, he let out a sigh. I knew it was coming, whatever I saw in his eyes earlier. “This has to be goodbye, my sweet. It’s time.”
“I know,” I said, as tears silently streamed down my face. It was always headed here. Our story had no other possible ending.
He rose up on his arms to look at me and said, “Tell me you love me, one last time.”
“I love you. Beyond all reason. I always will. Indelible marks on my soul, remember?”
He kissed me as he positioned his body over mine and his hard cock found its way into my pussy. He pulled back to look at me and noticing my confused expression, he said, “I’m making love to my beautiful girl. Indelible marks on my soul, also.”
I always loved it when he was tender.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/dnox2t/he_started_tender_mf