He ran this fingers up my thighs slowly, barely touching my skin. I closed my eyes, my back arching slightly, involuntary, and my legs shivered, electricity traveling up my spine. I moaned as he spread me open in the light, just to look at me, look at his little slut, his possession. He shushed me.
I came in waves the night he claimed me, the night he started calling me his. Daddy had made me orgasm so many times before, but this was different. Before, I was cumming for myself, for mutual pleasure. This was different. I was his, my orgasms were his. He watched my pussy flutter, spasm, pound at his touch, knowing that the control belonged to him now.
He smiled at that pussy, remembering, before dipping a finger into my wetness, then trailing it up my naked stomach and to my mouth to suck. He lifted my legs, secure in the spreader bar, up and brushed the tip of his already-hard cock against me softly. I strained against the cuffs that held my arms in place, wanting so badly to touch him, pull him into me.
Daddy saw me straining against the ties and smiled. He shushed my moans again, rubbing himself along my slit. "Be quiet or I’ll gag you," he said, a laugh in his eyes.
Fast-forward a few minutes and I was gagged. Try as I might, I couldn’t hold back the moans, urging him to enter me. The head of his cock was dripping with my juices, playing at the border, refusing to go any deeper. He loves watching me squirm.
"I warned you," he said, his voice twinkling with laughter, as he shoved my own balled-up panties in my mouth. "Be quiet. Let me take you. Don’t orgasm before I tell you to."
I closed my eyes again and concentrated on my breathing. Daddy resumed his position between my legs, rubbing his cock against me, entering every so slightly, shallowly thrusting with just the head. My legs began to shake and I fought to control that building wave as he gently rubbed my clit.
Then, in one swift move, he thrust himself deep and hard within me. My tight pussy squeezed around him and he held there, controlling himself, grasping my hips tightly.
"When I tell you, I want you to cum all over Daddy’s cock, ok?" he commanded, holding still as he flicked my nipples. I nodded.
"Ok?" He pulled the panties out of my mouth.
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Good girl." He rolled them up and shoved them back into my mouth.
He held still inside of me, torturing my longing pussy, and began to rub my clit, rhythmically, building up speed, until I was squirming, pleading with my eyes, needing to cum soooooo badly.
"Now," he said, rubbing my clit even faster.
I exploded all over Daddy’s cock, still hard inside of me. He groaned, feeling me contract around him, my juices gushing, my legs shaking.
"I fucking own you." Still inside me he quickly undid my cuffs and spreader bar, flipping me on my stomach, and began pounding me. "Say it."
"You own me, Daddy."
"Mmm, that’s right I fucking do, you dirty slut. Fuccccck, baby."
I felt him fill me with cum, unable to hold back, owning me completely as my pussy still throbbed around him. He collapsed beside me, holding me tight, and I curled up in his arms, his cock and my pussy both sticky with cum, and the room smelling like sex.
"I’m all yours, Daddy."
"You’re all mine, baby, and I love you."
About Rori
Rori is the founder of Between My Sheets. She works full time as a writer, reviewer, and online educator and can be reached at rori-at-betweenmysheets.com
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