I have you all to myself. All evening. The way I like it.
Let's play a game.
For this evening, you can only touch my right hand. And I will only touch you with the same hand. No exceptions.
Put on your collar.
At dinner. You can't touch my leg with your foot under the table as you normally would. But I can move the hair behind your ear, and let my thumb gently brush over your lips for you to kiss.
I can squeeze your thigh.
I can grab your ass as we leave and make the waiter stare.
As you unlock the door to the flat, I hold the back of your neck and tell you that I am going to control you all night.
You go to reach behind you to grab at my belt, and stop yourself.
Your cheeks flush when I laugh at you. We haven't even made it inside and you're struggling.
The door closes behind us.
I push you by the throat against the wall. You smile defiantly. Opening your lips slightly.
I release your throat & move my hand up to your face. I let you suck on my thumb as you hold my eye contact. I'm reminded again, how often you manipulate me.
You move your tongue over my thumb as you suck and my dick hardens in utter indignation.
I pull my thumb out and seize at your breast. Your nipple stiffens against my hand and you nod at me. I rip the shirt open, breaking the buttons and I push my hand under your skirt.
Soaked.
I stand over you and my fingers invade your slick and needy cunt. You gasp and laugh when I involuntarily move to kiss you before stopping myself.
Is Daddy struggling with his game, you ask.
Does Daddy want to quit the game, you ask.
What a brat.
I hook my index finger onto your collar and drag you to the bedroom. You slip and skip with the momentum but stay on your feet until my hand rests on your shoulder and pushes you to your knees.
I slide my belt off, unzip my fly and take out my dick.
It throbs just inches from your face and you lick your lips when you see it's glistening at the end.
You move your neck forward, close enough to almost taste it. Looking at it with love and worship.
I remain still. Fists clenched. Dick screaming.
If I grab your head & fuck your face, I lose.
If you lean forward & take the dick you crave so much into your mouth, you lose.
We wait.
Your eyes flit between my dick and my eyes.
You smile.
You sigh.
And your warm breath bathes my needy dick in all your feminine glory.
I almost grip your hair and fuck your submissive slut mouth right then and there, but I manage to regain control.
I hold your throat and lift you to your feet.
You look at me with such innocence. Butter wouldn't melt.
I order you strip and to kneel over the bed.
Your knees on the ground, your ass in the air, your head on the mattress.
I tell you to hold your hands behind your back.
How pretty you look.
The temptation to ditch the game and completely satisfy myself into you while you're in this state is overwhelming.
I resist.
I let you hold that pose for a moment.
Then I gently use my index finger to touch the back of your neck.
And I slowly trace down your spine, marvelling at the curves, seemingly designed specifically for my appetite.
I growl. Just one hand, I remind myself.
I move down to your ass and my finger traces between the cheeks. Then I open my palm and rub your cheek tenderly.
I feel you brace yourself.
I feel you hold your breath.
You know what's next.
SLAP.
I hit your beautifully pure skin and you moan.
SLAP.
I do it again and you moan again. Your skin starts to redden.
SLAP.
Daddy, you say. Your tone is amazing. You mean it as a plea, as a thank you, and as dare.
SLAP.
Your legs shake and your hands brace against the bed before you remember to put them behind your back again.
I'm winning.
My dick pulses and my whole body craves you, but I'm winning.
I move my hand along your kneeling calf and up the back of your thigh.
My fingers curl inside your leg and up to your needy cunt.
I brush against the lips and you rear into my hand in a humiliating act of need.
Daddy, you say again.
This time it's all plea.
I push a finger slowly into you.
Fuck fuck fuck, you say.
Yes yes yes, you say.
Your cunt drenches me and stretches to take her Daddy's finger in deep.
Lie on the bed, I say.
Your rebellion is gone. Trying to win is gone.
You lie on your back and look at me, feeling empty and obsessed.
I tease at your clit and you writhe, trying to force some friction.
I lessen the pressure & change the rhythm and you swear.
Then I ask if you can take two fingers.
You nod, and two of Daddy's large fingers stretch your drenched cunt. My thumb continues to tease at your clit while the fingers increase their speed and change the angle to move in higher, in tandem with the thumb.
Your hands periodically claw at me before you pull them back & make them curl into the duvet instead.
Your hips buck & your toes curl as I finger fuck you faster and harder.
Your neck is red, your eyes are glazed and it's everything I can do not to lower my huge body onto you.
Daddy, you call out as the orgasm starts to crest and then rip through your body.
Your thighs squeeze my hand as I finish you off and that's the moment you lose all control.
You throw your hands at my chest and dig your fingers into the flesh as you come.
You pull my shirt collar and bring my face to yours and kiss me with a hunger that's somehow both anxious and euphoric. You kiss me as if you thought you'd never be allowed to kiss me again.
You gasp into my throat as you come down, and follow it with small, shuddered breaths.
We make eye contact and my other hand holds your cheek.
I want to boast that you lost, but you look so beautiful. So satisfied.
You're the first to speak.
What game shall we play next, Daddy.
