Us, curled up together in bed, naked and relaxed. The kind of cuddling reserved for mornings that stretch out as long as you want. Spooning, you behind me, absentmindedly running your hand along my side.
“What are you thinking daddy” I ask, curious.
“Just about how soft you are, how good you feel under my hand.”
“Good in what way?” I nearly purr.
You take a single finger and trace it down my side, gently, over the folds and rolls and firmness of my body.
“It feels good to just touch you. Soft like that.” One finger becomes your whole hand, gently gripping the flesh of my hip. “Firm enough for me to hold onto”
One finger again, trailing up my body, gently brushing my nipple as you do. “Stiff, I see” you chuckle as you kiss my neck. “And you’re tender, babygirl, soft just for me.”
I shiver, enjoying this but wanting more. “Yes daddy, for you.”
You roll me to my back, a twinkle of trouble in your eyes. “Don’t move. I want you to enjoy this and feel everything I’m going to do to you. You want to see what I was thinking? I’m going to show you.” You say, firm but teasing.
I whimper, not knowing what’s coming but knowing I will enjoy it. Daddy wouldn’t hurt me. Much. Usually.
“Close your eyes and keep them that way Kitten” You spread my legs, my wetness becoming obvious, but you say nothing about it.
Your hands are on me again, just the right amount of pressure as you rub them down my chest
“I was thinking I like how I know this relaxes you and this,” you slap across my tits, causing me to breathe sharply, “turns you on”.
“Yes Daddy you’re right”
You pinch my nipples, hard, rolling one in each hand, tugging on the barbell they each have.
“How you like it when I hurt you.”
I moan, my back arched, enjoying.
“Now stay”, you command “right there, eyes closed. I’ll be right back”
It seems like forever, but maybe it is just a minute, and you’re back. I feel a few things drop into the bed but I can’t tell what they are. You straddle, kiss me deeply and smile. “There’s more that I was thinking.”
“What else?” I’m antsy now to be in your mind, to see what comes next.
“I was thinking,” and then I feel the tip of the knife gently run down my body, “how tender your skin is, how even this will leave a trail, and how strong too. You won’t bleed”.
I try not to move, breathing deeply. You trace back up, a little harder. “How pale you are, how easy it is to leave my mark.” I nod in agreement. “D, right here. Daddy’s property” as you draw on my left boob.
“Do you know what else is Daddy’s, my girl?”
“Show me” I ask, nearly begging.
You grab my hair, shoving your dick in my mouth. “That throat. Mine to use whenever I want”
I wasn’t expecting that. Eyes still closed, I gag on your dick. “Yes daddy” I try and say, though with you fucking my face it comes out more as a moan.
“Good girl”, you pull out, leaving a trail of spit down my face.
“So soft” you nibble down my body, stopping any time I move at all. “Now I told you to be still. Do you want this or not?”
“Please, I’m trying!” I beg.
Harder now you bite, down my stomach and inside my left thigh. I want to pull your face over into my wetness so bad but I’m trying so hard.
“So soft that I know later this will be bruised,” you bite just a little harder, “and yet so good that I know you’ll be proud of it.”
“Yes sir, thank you.” I’m needy now. “Please can I feel your mouth on me?”
“Oh Kitten I thought it already was. I distinctly remember the taste of your skin.”
“That’s not what I mean.” I pout.
“Then you’ll have to tell me exactly what you mean. Use your words.”
You know this kind of thing makes me bashful. I know that’s exactly why you’re doing it, you like seeing me blush and squirm.
“Please will you…you know.”
“Know what, exactly?”
I open my eyes and look down at you, nervous. “Can I have your mouth on my…”
You kiss my thigh “here?” Then my belly “here? Is this where you want my mouth?”
I push your head down, greedy, hoping you’ll get the point.
“Now I told you not to move. You were being so good. It’s a shame you can’t listen.” One single lick across my hard clit, it feels like electricity running through me, “because you were so close to getting what you wanted.” You laugh, mischievous.
“Please? I promise to be good. I just…please?”
“You still haven’t told me what you want, so I can’t decide if you should have it.” You’re enjoying this, I can tell.
“I want you to”*gulp*”i want you to eat my pussy, suck my clit, I want my wetness on your face” I whisper, my voice small and needy.
“Like this?” First one stroke from your tongue, so gently I almost don’t feel it. “Or this?” You take my clit in your mouth, sucking and flicking your tongue across it.
“Yes. Like that. Just like…”
Without thinking I’ve got my hand on your head again. You pull it off, and your mouth off of me with it. “It seems you can’t listen when you’re distracted,” you slap my tits “so now I’m just going to do what I want. You had your chance.” Read more »