“Daddy, please leave marks?”
*Ok, baby, the usual spots?*
“Yes. Please.”
***
It had been too long since I had left Daddy’s house with the marks that serve as my secret reminder, and I wanted them badly. Almost as badly as I wanted him, but this time we had the whole evening stretching before us and I wasn’t surprised that he was taking his time to torture me.
I had finally worked up the nerve to ask for what I wanted, but before I was granted my wish Daddy pulled my panties off and studied me. A smirk appeared as he considered his options and his thumb played across my bottom lip before he used it to open my jaw. In one swift move he stuffed my panties in my mouth, my eyes wide with shock. He bit and licked his way down my body while I shivered slightly in anticipation. His teeth grazed my inner thigh and a finger lightly flicked across my clit, just the way I love. When Daddy goes down on me I can’t focus on anything beyond the feel of his tongue on my pussy and his face between my thighs. My moans were muffled by the makeshift gag in my mouth, and my breathing came faster and faster as the buzzing, lightning feeling struck me. My hands gripped his head and I couldn’t stop my hips from moving, desperate for the feeling to continue.