I was getting anxious thinking about it. This handsome stranger. There was something mysterious and raw about him. A darkness that was magnetic. The kind of thing that I knew was so bad but I wanted it anyways. Perhaps it’s the side of me that is instinctively drawn to darkness. The idea of deliberate exposure to this intimidation, taking myself right to the edge and peering over before deciding to jump on. A thought so wildly appealing. It was weeks of amusing flirtation. Sexting. The brief phone calls in the dead of night just to hear each other’s voices. Staying up until the sunrise talking about life and love. Sharing our desires. Confessions. I tell him I seek attention, permission and guidance. I’m craving to be claimed or owned. I love to please and I’m ready to serve. I need a purpose.
He said, “you will call me Daddy when we play”. So assuredly. “If you’re going to submit to me you will need to follow my rules and given tasks. You will be mine and only mine. Do as I say within your limits until you’re ready to fully open up to me. You must be mine! Your purpose will be to serve me. I will be your Daddy. Your almighty. Your everything.”
I had never been propositioned in this way before. I wanted to be owned. To be coveted so dearly. To be in service to my Daddy. To attend to his every sense. My purpose to anticipate his needs and feed his desire. But with this handsome stranger, it could never be. I knew it was just a fantasy. I wanted to live it even for just a little longer. I’d decided to take every moment of this meaningful connection and savor it. Chew on it. Feel it in my mouth. Feel it stabbing my belly from below.
He came to me. Swiftly. Wearing my favorite cologne and dressed in dark jeans and a button up shirt. Dreamy. He was wearing a sexy grin on his face when I opened the door. He saw me. For the first time his eyes bathed me in his devious gaze. Animalistic. As though he would consume me right there in the door way. He stepped into my room and I threw my arms around him embracing him excitedly. Messy and careless. We kissed. Electric. I buried my face in his warm chest and I melt momentarily as we breathe each other in. My soul was starved. Craving a warm embrace. A strong hug. The smell of him dancing in my head. I needed him to take me. Use me. Make me his little slut. Make me want to call him Daddy. Then punish me for the thought.
With little words he gently lowered me onto the bed, taking his time to explore my body with his eyes and hands. Kissing me down my neck. A trail leading to my belly. His tongue began to explore as he forced his fingers into me. Stuffing my pussy and ass with tender paws. I was so wet for him. He tells me in a low deep voice to roll over and I comply. I knew what was coming and I was writhing in anticipation.
He put his hands under my hips and coaxed my ass slightly up into the air pushing my shoulders into the mattress and warning me not to move. Else I’ll be chastised greatly. He stepped away from the bed and the room goes completely quiet for what felt like several minutes. He was just watching me. Studying his prey. Crafting a suspenseful scene. His honey colored eyes exposed my raw imperfect canvas.
Unaware of the time I’d spent in this position, I relaxed into his deep stare. So suddenly a hard smack landed on my cheek. I lunged forward beneath the weight of this fierce spanking. His hand felt like fire. Then another smack. This time much harder. And another. He continued this way for some time. Each time his hands felt heavier and more aggressive. Alternating between the merciless spanking and soft sensual kisses. Rubbing my fiery red cheeks. I did not move nor make a sound. And he continued. The sound of his hands echoing off the walls. Until the room went quiet again and I could no longer feel the heat from his hands bearing on me.
My naked body was getting cold. I began instantly to miss his touch, longing for another swat when he mounted me from behind. Straddling my raised hips between his thighs. He lowered himself onto me and whispered into my ear “I’m your Daddy. There is no other. Tell me baby girl.” I retch on the words for a moment. Struggling for breath under the weight of his request. Contemplating. Searching my heart for an answer to a question I never asked. What then? I could feel his hardened cock rubbing against my burning ass. He grabbed me by the back of my hair and turned my face to his.
Looking into my eyes he commands again, “Tell me”. In a low soft grumble in my ear. He was inside my head now. Choking my will. Blushing and trembling. Wanting. I obeyed. Renouncing all others. I avow he was my Daddy. “Good girl”. I wished in that moment he’d hurt me, a reward for my resignation.
With a kiss on my face he stood up beside me and at once I felt the cold sting of a thick leather belt bearing down on me. Leaving a hot red trail. Broken in its path. Filling the room with silent cies among the echoing sound of lashings. He continued his reward until he was quite satisfied. Occasionally pausing between lashes to caress me and tease me. I felt myself fall into other consciousness. The world around me fading into a distant memory. My alabaster flesh red and broken. Biting my lip to hold back the tears of elation.
He grabbed me by the hips and thrust his cock into me. Impelling alacrity for my duty to please him with my tight holes and hungry enthusiasm. Pounding me hard against the mattress I could only say yes to his every whim. Forcing me to deep throat him. Slobbering all over him. Choking me. Fucking my ass deep. Everything he asks. Yes. Using all of me for his pleasure. Making me his little slut. Making me want to call him Daddy with every part of me. Sending me home with the smell of him swirling in my head, the sounds of him echoing in my ears, the heat of his brutal hand lingering on my cheeks. Savory sweet moments.
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