Written Submission by @felixculpawriter
Here’s the thing that excites me the most about you, it’s when I think I’ve got you figured out, you surprise me all over again.
Tender kisses on my neck when I know in just a few seconds those exact same lips would pull on my erect nipples, teeth nipping and eliciting dulcet tones from me.
What was that?
Bend and arch for you?
The two words that would bring that knowing smirk on your face.
But of course, you know you dominate me.
Own every inch of me.
Like when you had your hand on my thigh, pushing my dress up as we sat in your truck driving back from the movies. And I knew damn well what I was getting myself into- you pretty much described every dirty detail, fingers dancing on my inner thigh. Warm skin against your fingertips.
“Did you think I was going to let you get away with whispering dirty things in Daddy’s ear during the movie? You’re in for it when we get home, little lady.” Your finger slides against my panties feeling the obvious, wet spot. It went on that way until we got home, the maddening tease of your finger tickling my clit through the lace. It was your turn now, heck it was always your turn. It didn’t matter how independent I am, or the confidence that I tried to exude to the outside world.
When it concerns you, I am simply yours.
That’s how we ended up here, with my wrists bound in handcuffs above me and my dress on the polished wooden floors. Soaked panties strewn across the foot of the bed, scent of my sex faintly permeating the air.
“Daddy please,” My voice contains that pleading tone. “-I want your hard dick in me.”
You shook your head, smirk on your lips tempting me more when you squeezed your shaft for me. “We go at my pace, Kitten. And first we’ve got to punish you-…what were you saying earlier? Something about cumming on my fingers? Show me, love. Hump my fingers.”
I purred as your index finger slid in easily. “More Daddy, please….ah, fuck, yes!” My hips wiggled with your middle finger in me, teasing my sweet spot. You pull both out suddenly and with that same smirk that could make my nipples hard and set my imagination on fire, left a wet spank that resounded around the room. I squeaked and couldn’t help the smile on my face. I often wondered if you enjoyed the noises I made as much as I enjoy listening to yours.
That sharp inhale you take, the way you growled and groaned…I love being the one to get you there.
Then you’re back in me, fingers bringing me close to the edge and thumb titillating my clit that I squirm.
“Close, love? Not yet, nuh-uh. No.”
You leave my pussy begging for your touch. I watch you, eyes wide and filling with lust as you go to our nightstand and take out our favorite wooden box hiding the velvet, drawstring that held our toys.
“Which one shall we use tonight? Do you want to pick?” You hold out the black drawstring.
“Plug me please Daddy.” I murmured pulling again on the handcuffs.
“Ssshh, not tonight sweet girl. Your ass is mine…” You smile and I bite my lip, cheeks flushing with excitement. “This maybe?” You take out the vibrator that you knew could set me off easily.
I purred and moaned when you teased that silicone tip against my sensitive clit, your form enveloping me from behind. Your erection pressing against my ass cheeks made me throw myself back against you each time you slid the vibrator in me.
“What was that Kitten?” You ask voice full of amusement as an incoherent sentence left my lips when you turned on the vibrator filling the room with the familiar hum. I tighten around the vibrator.
“Daddy please, can I cum? Oh fuck, right there.” I struggle feeling you rub my wetness against the little rosebud you were about to claim. “Yes please Daddy…”
“Cum for me.” Your breath hot against my ear and I lose it.
A complete, utter mess for you.
“There it is.” You moan, one hand firmly still sliding the vibrator in and out as you made my ass yours.
My body arches into yours, both trying to escape but enjoying the intense onset of another orgasm.
My fingers struggle useless, wanting to touch your skin, stroke your hair, pull you closer to me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…I love it when you fill me up like this.” I half-whispered, half-gasped.
“Trust me Kitten, we’re just starting.” You say with a growl and hard thrust that send me over the edge of second orgasm. “You’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow.”
I smile and nod.
But of course Daddy, you always do that.
Thank you so much for submitting this amazing story. As you pointed out, which I did not know, it is NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), which is ironic that this is the month I am diving into my first novel. This story you shared with us is hot as fuck. Raising a glass to your Dom for the prompts. ?