Daddy was a name he earned effortlessly. But he was more than just a Daddy, far more than that.
There were days he touched me roughly, kissed me hard, and fucked me harder. On those days I joked that he was a demon. My Demon Daddy.
There were days he touched me sweet, kissed me soft, and took me with absolute tenderness. On those days, he was an absolute darling. Daddy Darling, my Daddy Darling.
I met DD on an app designed for kinksters and poly folks. We were the former, but not the latter, and both currently single.
DD was a touch outside my comfort zone, being four years my junior. I’d always sought out older men, until I incidentally started meeting younger ones and not being disappointed.
He looked sweet as anything, and I was a sucker for a tall man with good grooming. I messaged him first- another thing outside my comfort zone, and joked that he looked very corruptible.
Famous last words.
He charmed me immediately and having survived a lonely and horny lockdown, any reservations were cast aside quickly. I wanted to see what this boy was about.
Instead I found a man with experience, skill and imagination far beyond his years. But the sexiest thing was his confidence. He knew himself, knew what he offered, knew what he wanted, and knew how to get it.
I awoke in the morning with his bare chest on my back, his arm holding me tight. When he left, I attempted to recall the earlier night; and blushed as he pieced it together for me.
“One image I can’t get out of my head was me pulling you in for a kiss, started with kisses from behind on the neck, then I spun you around and made out, grabbed your hair and pulled you down. Made you beg to suck my cock then face fucked you. I then grabbed your hair again once I was done and made you crawl to the pod.”.
I squealed at the words on my screen. I’d done what? My cheeks grew hot, my blood rushed towards my hips. I needed him.
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The hours we spent, they all blend together, a fever dream from which you wouldn’t want to wake.
I knelt in front of the mirror one morning, naked after a night with him. He crawled , knelt behind me, and kissed my chest and torso as I watched. Electricity coursed through me. I thought of my ancestors- high priestesses engaging in sexual rites, lavished with favours and worshipped with touch.
This is how it felt to be divine.
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qpxvdi/dd_a_freshfaced_incubus_ddlg_pain_praise_chapter