I don’t have anything particularly witty or kitschy to say in introduction of this post. I have had an overwhelming fantasy take over my mind for the last twenty-four hours that is begging to be released in some way, and the only way I know how is through writing. I hope you enjoy, and if not, I at least hope it allows you to glimpse a bit further into this corner of my mind.
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“Welcome home, baby girl.” His voice rumbles through my body, and I sigh, letting my stress and worry drift away until I can no longer reach it. I immediately bow my head. “Mm, that’s my good girl.” His fingertips graze over my neck, and I tremble. “Let’s get you collared, shall we? Would you like that, little one?” All I can do is nod. My eyes are heavy as I trail after him, following obediently into the bedroom. There, in the center of the room, I see the St. Andrew’s Cross, standing proud and domineering. I peer further, and on the edge of the bed, I see Daddy’s flogger. It’s black and made fully of leather. It holds eighteen strands, each eighteen delicious inches long and half an inch wide, cut at an angle on the ends for additional, glorious bite. I bite my lip, thinking of the last time Daddy had lain into me with it, and how I had screamed and begged for what seemed like hours. I clench my legs together, a bone deep arousal coursing straight to my lower belly and pooling between my thighs.
“Daddy?” I ask, needing to know… “Was I good?” My mouth is parted, breaths drawing in quick and shallow. He stalks across the room, soft, black lace collar dangling from his hands. The air gets caught in my lungs as he reaches forward and locks it around my neck. It feels heavenly. “Thank you Daddy,” I breathe out. My skin finally feels like it is wrapped snugly over my bones, and I feel more grounded than I ever could outside of this room, uncollared, not close to him.
“You’re very welcome, young lady.” He hums appreciatively as he tilts my head back, exposing the long, pale expanse of my throat. “And to answer your question, yes. You have been a very good girl. And good girls deserve a treat, don’t they princess?” His voice raises as he finished, words enunciated and sharp. I feel the command shoot through my, from my head to my toes.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Mm, that’s my good girl.” He cards his fingers through my hair, and when they reach the base of my skull, he tugs. “Now that you are collared, I need you to undress for me. Can you do that for your Daddy, little one?” I nod once, staring just a second longer into his eyes, seeing the hunger hidden there. I reach down and unzip my dress, letting it fall from my body in a puddle on the floor. Goosebumps break out on my legs and my stomach, and I reach to push my bra straps off my shoulders. Reaching back, I unclasp it one notch at a time, and it falls to the floor as well. My breasts sit upon my chest, nipples pebbled in the cool air. I bend down to retrieve the clothes, walking silently to the chair in the corner of the room. Folding the clothes neatly and laying them down, I feel Daddy come up behind me and kiss my neck.. “Such a good girl for me. Can you get into position for me?
“Yes Daddy,” I moan out. I walk over to the cross and stand with my arms out wide, feet spread along the base. He comes over and quickly locks my wrists, ankles, and waist to the structure. He pulls out a blindfold from his back pocket, waving it in front of my face.
“How about we hide those gorgeous eyes of yours, keep you in your head today, angel?” I can do nothing but nod, letting my eyes slip close as the smooth fabric is slipped over them. I can hear him walk around me in a full circle, and I can’t help but feel like prey laid out on a platter to be feasted upon. He stops, and I can’t breathe. I feel strung out with anticipation, and then I feel the light tendrils trailing across my back and my shoulders. I gasp, flinching slightly at the touch before settling down with a long, shaky exhale. “Where should I mark up your pretty skin, princess? Your shoulders maybe?” I feel the light glide move up over my shoulders, and I drop my head with a breathy moan. “No, I don’t think so. Perhaps over your thighs, that way you’ll feel me with every step you take.” Shifting down my back, over my as, and to my sensitive thighs, the rub of the leather strands making my already weak legs shake. “No, not there either, I don’t think. What about this ass of yours? It always looks so deliciously ruined when I beat it to a pretty pink.” I hear him let out a slow breath, and then the soft strands are gone, replaced with a rough hand gripping one round globe of my ass tightly. “I think I’ll save this ass for my hands, later. That leaves your back, little girl. Can you take it?”
“Yes Daddy,” I force out, my whole body begging to be lit on fire. I can hear him chuckle at my obvious desperation, but he doesn’t say anything. I wait for the first strike, but I am never ready for the initial sting of it. I gasp, pushing up onto my toes as I feel the pain flood across my skin. Slowly, one after the other, he strikes across my back, never landing in one spot twice in a row. The pace increases until I am screaming with the brutal rhythm. It hurts so good, and I am flooded with mind-numbing endorphins. Pain becomes pleasure, pleasure becomes pain, and I can’t distinguish between the two anymore. Each repeated thud rocks me forward, and I curl my toes against the sensations. My mind goes, and I am only aware of the blaze of my skin. All of a sudden the thuds cease, and I am floating.
“Mm, you’re doing so good for Daddy.” I hear him speaking as if he was far away, an echo of a whisper. I force out a desperate whine when two fingers push inside of me, pleasure singing up my insides. “And you’re so wet for me, my pet. Mm, I’m going to fuck you so good once I’m finished.” I can hear the promise in the distance, and then the strikes come again. They are impossibly faster, harder, and I scream. I can’t control what I am saying, desperate pleas tumbling out of my lips like a waterfall of pure desperation. I shout for my Daddy, beg for something I can’t even name. It could have been seconds, or it could have been hours before the thuds slow down. Then it is just one or two every minute before they stop completely. I am slumped over on the cross, having given up on holding myself upright. Sobs bounce off the walls and the endorphins flood my system.
“Please Daddy, please fuck me! I’ve been so good! I need it, please, fill me up and make me feel so good. I need the stretch, I need you to make me yours!” I beg desperately, unable to control any of the words slipping past my lips. He swiftly releases me from the restraints, catching me as I nearly fall to the floor. A bottle of water is brought to my lips, and I take slow, short sips to keep from choking. Once I have finished half of the bottle, I have stopped crying, but that ache is still their, demanding to be satisfied. “Please Daddy, I want you,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around him and kissing him with all the energy and passion I can scrape from my body. His arms wrap around me and I know he will take care of me.
“Mm of course, baby girl. I can’t wait to fuck that tight, wet pussy of yours.” He squeezes my hips and helps me stand. “Now get on the bed for me, let me see what I’ve done to you.” I scramble onto the bed and get on my knees, laying my arms and chest down on the mattress. My back arches, ass and pussy on full display for Daddy to gaze at his leisure. The soft thud of his boots on the hardwood floor come creepingly closer. “Look at you. You’re obscene, baby.” His hands come up and knead my ass. I breathe out sharply, feeling the remnants of pain at the base of my spine. Unprompted, a tongue drags its way through my folds, and I shout. “Always so delicious princess, I could spend a whole day just taking you apart with my tongue,” he warns, “but that’s for another time. Right now, I need to fuck you like the perfect slut you are.”
“Yes Daddy, please!” I shout, scooting back to get him closer. The bed dips where he kneels behind me, and I crane my neck back to see. He has stripped from his shirt, but his pants are still on. They are zipped open and pulled down just enough for his cock to spring free. I feel my mouth water at the sight, begging to get a taste, but I know that’s not when I need right now. His hand comes to my hip, and he enters me in one long stroke. I moan out long and pitiful, loving the stretch and burn of him.
“Always so tight for me baby, I’m gonna fucking wreck you.” With that promise, he sets a violent pace, fucking into me deep and fast, hips flush against each other, skin slapping against skin. All too quickly I feel that tight coil tugging in my stomach, and the tears are back. Wetness drips down my cheek and I can’t help but beg.
“Please Daddy, please can I come?” My legs tremble incessantly.
“Yeah, baby. You wanna come? Go ahead and come,” he allows, slapping my ass once, twice, continuing his utterly devastating pace. I feel the heat flood my lower stomach, and I am right there, and it feels so good, but I can’t come. Something stops me and I cry out.
“Daddy, please! Tell me, tell me to come!”
“I know what you need, don’t worry. I want you to do as you are fucking told, and fucking come for your Daddy. Right now.” As he says this, and his voice drops low and sharp, I scream as pleasure floods every cell in my body. I collapse in a trembling heap, shocks rocking through me as I cum. My moans slowly fade until it is a slow drag of sound.
“Thank you Daddy,” I say softly once I have regained my breath. I look up and see him stroking himself slowly, eyes ravenous. I crawl forward, and lay on my back, head hanging off the edge of the bed with his cock right above my face. “Come on, Daddy, put my mouth to good use.” He groans and then his cock is shoved down my throat as far as it can go. With no preamble, he fucks my face without mercy, grunts and groans growing louder and mixing with the sloppy, wet sounds of my mouth. I moan at the feeling of being used for his pleasure, tongue lapping out any chance it gets. After a few short minutes, he grunts and stops above me, shoving his cock as deep inside my mouth as he can and comes. I swallow because it's the only thing I can do. He pulls out slowly, and the taste of him bursts on my tongue. I leave a sloppy kiss on the tip as I chase every last drop.
“You’re so fucking good, baby girl.” He growls out, panting from exertion and satisfaction.
“Only for you Daddy.” I lay down with him and burrow into his side. I tuck my head into his neck, kissing his skin lightly as he wraps himself around me.
“I should clean us up.” He says, eyes still closed and making no move to get up. I giggle, holding him tighter.
“Later, now just stay here with me, please Daddy?”
“Okay baby girl, whatever you wish.”