Taking Control (Mf)(D/s)
They laid in bed, their breath finally slowed from their recent exertion. He laid on his back with her pressed next to him, her naked arm flung across his chest, her fingers playing with him the coarse hair there.
As his lips pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead she felt her body respond in a not so innocent way. That was all it took. A small kiss to get her going again. Even after all the orgasms he’d just given her. She tried to wiggle her body closer to his, their skin sticking together with sweat.
“You alright, little one?”
She looked up to see him grinning down at her. He knew. She rolled her eyes, “Yes, Daddy,” She said through slightly gritted teeth. He chuckled, running a hand down her bare side to her hip, where he squeezed. They both had had a hard week and had gone hard and rough for the first round of fun, now she felt the need to revel in him.