Author: Daddyslittleangel155

Tease [m/f] [BDSM]

I’ve spent the whole day winding Daddy up.

Teasing, dirty talk, distracting him every time he tries to concentrate… I’ve needed him so bad, ever since he woke me up with his tongue on my clit.

He pulled away as soon as he saw I was awake, of course, but made sure to tease my entrance with his tip before we started our day. He left me drunk with desire, aching for him. Exactly where he wants me.

Which leaves me decidedly *not* where I want to be.

I cuddle him from behind as he stands at the kitchen counter. He strokes the back of my hand with his thumb – and catches them as they creep lower.

“No, princess,” he says warningly.

I bury my face in his shirt to hide my pouting, but somehow, as always, he still knows.

He sighs. “Stop sulking baby, or I’ll teach you a lesson.”

That perks me up, but I try to act sullen. “What kind of lesson?”

“The kind of lesson that you won’t forget quickly,” he says, thumb still caressing my hand as his tightens on my wrist. Read more »

Daddy’s Orders Part 4 [m/f] [BDSM]

Her phone buzzes on her desk.

Her butterflies flit around her stomach. Daddy knows her work schedule. He knows she’s almost due her break.

She forces herself to finish up an email and hit send before she flips it over.

Daddy: Make sure you tell me when your break starts. I have a task for you.

Her: Of course daddy

Warmth floods her body as she wonders what he’ll have her do. The minutes seem to drip by with increasing slowness, but then suddenly, miraculously, she’s free.

Her: I’m on my break now daddy.

A brief pause. Then he responds.

Daddy: Good girl. I want you to go and find a bathroom and lock yourself in one of the stalls. Can you do that?

Her: Yes daddy. Am I allowed to know what you want me to do yet?

Daddy: Patience baby

She moves quickly through the quiet corridors, her heart beating fast. She’s glad she hasn’t bumped into any colleges; she can’t hide the open lust in her eyes. Daddy might not be telling, but she thinks she might know what he wants. Read more »

A Reminder [m/f] [domme]

I walk into the bedroom to find you where I left you, completely naked and tucked up in bed. My core tightens as i remember how I left you – my quivering mess – but your eyes are closed, and I decide not to wake you up. It’d be cruel. I’m sure you’re all worn out.

I’m about to join you in bed when I notice the covers moving subtly.

Oh… so my little one thinks he can touch himself against my express wishes, does he?

We can’t have that.

My hand falls on your mouth as the other yanks the cover away. Your eyes shoot open.

Your hand falls away from your cock too late. Far too late.

“You know I told you not to touch yourself,” I say, looking at you sternly.

You shift uncomfortably under my gaze. Nod.

I drop the covers and absently brush a strand of hair from your forehead.

“Then why are you, honey?” I ask.

I pull my hand away from your mouth.

“I couldn’t get this morning out of my mind, Miss,” you confess. Read more »

Hunger [m/f] [domme]

I’m busy running a game when I feel you slide under the desk. I roll my chair back to give you more space, keeping my eyes trained on the screen. Your arm brushes against my leg as you move closer. You place your hands on my thighs and run them halfway up, then back down again. Then further up. Down. I look down to see you looking up at me, staring at my face, grinning devilishly. You squeeze, just a little.

I smile down at you benevolently and run a hand through your hair. Mouth ‘good boy’ before returning to typing. I struggle to keep the smile from straining when your touch turns insistent, moving beneath my top, skimming the hem of my jeans. Your attempts at seduction are so tempting, timed especially for when you know I’m trying to concentrate. And you call me the tease.

I sigh as you start to play with my waistband. You still. Read more »

Domming You [m/f] [domme]

I’m going to lay you down on the bed, kissing you hungrily, and running my hands down your gorgeous body. I’ll grind my hips into yours, holding you tight. I can feel your cock hardening underneath my teasing. Such a needy, needy little boy. Aren’t you?

Poor baby. I’m going to tease you, run my hands over the warm, bare skin beneath your clothes. But I won’t take them off. Not yet. I stroke my hands over your stomach, flirt with the edge of your boxers, even slide my hands over your hardening cock over your clothes. All that just so I can listen to you whine. It makes me smile. I love how you sound when you sub for me, that soft voice you use, the little catch in your throat when I give you an order and you say ‘Yes Miss.’

I grab the handcuffs from the side of the bed and hold your hands over your head, restraining you. Then I straddle your hips so I know you can see me as I strip off my top slowly. I play with myself over my bra, cupping my boobs, massaging them. I slide my hands to my back and unclasp the bra, revealing my tits for your eager eyes to consume. And from the state of your face, you really really wish it were more than just your eyes. My nipples harden further under the weight of your hunger. Read more »

Daddy’s Orders: Part 2

Her pussy still ached when she woke, pulsing with need. She was tangled in the sheets, on her back. Entirely naked – Daddy wanted her ready after all.

A finger trailed down her chest. Not her own.

A hand brushed up her thigh, brushed over her breasts, down her stomach. She kept her eyes squeezed tight shut, a little smile on her face.

“Good morning daddy. Did you have a ni- nice trip back?” she asked, her voice getting progressively more breathy as he zeroed in on where she needed him most.

“Good morning baby. I did. Did you sleep well?”

She whimpered, back arching as he applied the lightest of touches to her clit.

“N- No daddy.”

He chuckled.

“I did. Do you want to know what I dreamt about?”

She shook her head.

“You,” he breathed into her ear. “You writhing on my cock and fingers, cumming everywhere as I touch you. Licking you all up, until you can’t take it anymore, and then do you know what I did?”

She shook her head again, her chest tight with desire. Read more »

Angel

She curls her arms around him, reaches up on her tip toes and kisses him. He responds in kind, pulling her close so their breath mingles when she pulls away. She can hear her heartbeat in her ears.

His hands play down her body, flirt with the edge of her t-shirt, brush over the skin beneath. He takes it off.

His gaze runs over her mostly bare skin. Every place it touches sends licks of heat to her core.

He kisses her hungrily, hands cupping her breasts and then drifting down to undo her jeans. She moans against his lips as his hand slides beneath the fabric and touches her. Her hips buck into him as she grinds against his hand, needing more. He plays with her pussy, sliding two fingers inside her easily. She’s so wet, even though he’s barely touched her. He returns quickly to playing with her clit, circling and stroking her until she cums onto his hand.

She rests her head against his chest, listening to his heart beat until he lifts her onto the bed and lays her down gently. He unclasps her bra, and undresses her the rest of the way, then steps back so she has a good view as he undresses. Read more »

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Fulfilling Her Needs Part 2:

She dropped down the final bag outside of the front door with a groan, fumbling for her new house keys.

“I’ve got it,” a familiar voice said behind her.

She turned to see Jake just behind her, keys at the ready. She stepped to the side.

“Thanks,” She said.

“Hey, no worries,” He said.

“Could you do me a favour? Would you carry my bag upstairs? It’s the last one and I’m so tired…” She gave him big puppy-dog eyes. He flushed.

“Um. Sure.”

He frowned slightly when he realised how light the bag was, but glanced at her slight frame and shrugged. She followed him up the stairs hiding her grin as best she could, getting to eye up his ass because of her little ploy. As they got onto the landing, Will stuck his head around the door. He must have gotten back whilst she was on her last trip. He followed them both into her room. It was still mostly bare, except for a pile of her stuff and where she’d made her bed. Read more »

Daddy’s Orders

Her phone buzzed.

A text from daddy.

Daddy: You know being a brat doesn’t mean you get your way, don’t you? Send me a picture of your toys.

Her breath quickened. She did as she was told.

Daddy: Good. Take the smaller purple dildo and slide it into your pussy. Make sure you video yourself doing it.

Her: Yes daddy,

She propped her phone up and set it to recording. She wanted to make sure her daddy had a good view as she slowly thrust it into herself.

She ran the tip over her pussy lips, letting it gather up her wetness before she pushed it into her. Then she made sure to stare into the camera and moaned softly as the head stretched her. She maintained pressure and let her hungry little pussy devour it to the base.

She sent the video to him.

Daddy: Such a good little slut, aren’t you? Keep the didlo inside you and get dressed.

Her: But daddy, I can’t stay inside my room all day.

Daddy: I don’t intend for you to. Go about your day as you would normally.’ Read more »

Bad Boy: Part 4

He laid there, exhausted and helpless in the ropes. Another five weeks without being able to cum… he could barely fathom the idea. Another five weeks of rope holding him down, of feeling his skin sticky with their cum but not being able to clean it off. Of being edged so hard he could barely hold himself back from begging them to please, please just let him cum.

The door swung inevitably open. Olivia stepped through. Alone.

“Sarah is busy, so it’s just me today.”

He opened his mouth to ask her why, but she laid her hand over it. “Shhh. Or I’ll make you.”

He glared at her stubbornly and tried to speak through her hand. Sarah was missing a day. Sarah never missed a day.

“Oh, I was going to be nice and give your cock a break, but not if you’re going to have an attitude with me.”

She searched around in Sarah’s toy drawer, one handed, still keeping him quiet with the other. Finally she found what she wanted. She held a dildo up. Read more »