The door clicks as I gently close it behind me. You barely have time to slip a shoulder out of your coat before you hear me move close. I lean in, right behind your ear, whispering “Baby, today was rough. I need you”.

I see a shiver run down your spine, as your cheeks flush with both desire and need. I can see that you need me too, you’ve had only one thing on your mind the entire time we were out to eat. You barely touched your food, and the two cocktails only made your desire that much stronger.

I watched you as we talked, seeing the way you constantly bite your lip. Your eyes repeatedly slipping down and lingering to where my hands rested. I could trace your thoughts and tell you wanted to know how they felt around your throat. Those gorgeous eyes often glazing over as mind took over.

Back at the Air b&b I gently lick from the base of your neck to your ear, letting my warm breath send more tingles up and down your spine. You can feel the heat radiating off me, my desire nearly palpable. You feel my fingers begin to lightly touch and trace the tattoos on the back of your arms, slowly moving in tantalizing circles, winding around the curves and corners.

At some point my hand has slipped down and is tugging your hip, pulling you up close. That’s when you really blush, as you can feel my desire for you, rock hard and now pressed up against you. You turn your head to look at me, noticing my intense stare, full of need. Meeting my stare, your eyebrow cocks in question, your lips pouring in eager anticipation.

“Daddy please” You whisper, “Let me help you”

A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth as I reach down and undo my belt. My expression melting to relief as you turn and take your place at my feet. Your eyes flick upward, eyebrows raised in question. I nod, giving silent approval for you to begin.

Your hands reach up and begin to unbutton my pants, unzipping quick with just a flick of your wrist. You never once break eye contact, a skill which you have dutifully mastered, knowing that I will only cum when locked eyes with you. It is a part of our contract, an agreed between a Dom and his sub. “Baby will do her best to maintain eye contact as needed by Daddy, until he cums at least once for baby”

As my pants fall down, you lick your lips. Leaning close you begin to kiss my upper thigh. You know I like to be teased, and you want my rapt attention. Just as a breath escapes my lips you soon your mouth and bite my thigh, hard enough to make me gasp. Keeping your eyes locked on mine gives you a clear view as my eyes widen with shock, and pleasure. A deep growl rises from deep in my chest, and my hand shoots onto head, grasping the back of your head and guiding you right to my eagerly awaking cock.

Knowing that you’re being a brat and making me wait to be pleased only makes me harder. Now that I have control of your head, I set the pace and give us both what we want. My bicep flexes as I pull you in. Your eyes begin to water as your mouth opens and your tongue flutters the tip of my cock head. You have me so riled up, that upon your first lick a glob or precum slides right from the spot you just licked. You squeal with excitement. You know you are directly responsible for this and eagerly lick from base to tip, exaggeratedly enjoying it for my pleasure.

The immense pleasure flooding me almost makes me lose control of your head, but before you can free of my control I pull you in again. This time your mouth goes wide as I slip not just my head in, but slowly insert my entire length into your awaiting throat. Once your lips brush my base, a little wicked smile appears to tug at your mouth and pressure quickly mounts as you bite down hard on my cock. I loudly moan, and your mouth stretches as blood fills my already full cock. I almost give in to the sensation building in cascading waves of pleasure, but i snap back to reality; realizing I was breaking a rule. My eyes shoot downward and look into your eyes, your brows furrowed in either concern or anger, possibly both!

I know I won’t last much longer, as you have been teasing me all night, both through texts, naughty pictures, and not letting me cum for 2 days before seeing you (part of our contract). I put one hand around your throat, the other resumes its rightful place at the back of your head. Right before I let me cock back into your mouth, you whisper “please use me daddy, please cum for me”

This is all the motivation I need to begin, quickly thrusting most of the way into your warm mouth. Your moan vibrates all the way down to my cock, and only a few more thrusts have my eyes going wide with pleasure. My breathe quickens and my grip tightens. You can feel my cock swell and you know that I can’t hold it anymore. Your eyes narrow as you use both your hands to pull your self down to the base of my cock again. This sends me over the edge, and my body quivers as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. You can feel my entire cock pulsing with heat as you gleefully dance in place in anticipation of your reward. Swallowing the entire load that you had teased, you lick your lips, and say “thank you daddy!”

I lean down, kiss you deeply, passionately, forcefully. As I pull back, I look deep into your eyes as say: “There’s my good girl”

Daddy has barely recovered from his intense orgasm, his legs nearly collapsing in relief. He quickly moves his hand to my throat, and just like that a warmth deep inside me, flutters back to life. Sometimes I just get lost in the art of sucking Daddy’s cock. I forget all about the outside world and my task becomes my entire world. I know he loves that about me, my complete dedication to any task he has set before me. One day it may be wearing my lovense toy. Daddy picking when and where to turn both it, and thus me, on. The next it might be having to send Daddy a picture every hour on the hour, no matter where I am. I am a dutiful sub and always complete Daddy’s tasks. Well, almost always.

I do occasionally get a wild steak in me, acting up so that Daddy will be forced to punish me. It’s truly my favorite thing in the world. I know he is a gentle man, but when I break the rules he gets so brooding and intense. I cannot help the heat that builds between my legs when his eyes go dark, his brow furrowing and I get a primal fear in my gut. Sometimes if I make him mad enough, he lets out a low growl that makes me want to run in fear. That fear only makes me cum harder. He knows I love being tied up, whipped and being used. Let’s me really get out my own head, which is too busy every minute of every day.

I start at attention realizing I’ve been disassociating again. I sweep my gaze up to meet Daddy’s, but instead of anger, all I see is concern. He knows how busy my mind is, and always does his best to ease the worry and keep me distracted. My eyes tear up in apology, so that he knows I didn’t mean it. He reaches down and lovenly tilts my chin up towards him and says,

“Baby thank you so much for helping take care of me. I needed it so bad.”

“You’re welcome Daddy!” I say back excitedly

“There’s just one more thing I need. Go be a good girl and go to the bedroom. Strip down and lay on the bed. I’ll be right in” Daddy says with unusual intensity the authority appearing in his voice suddenly.

I nod, excited for what may come next, and quickly scamper off to the bedroom. The many layers of clothing only take but a moment to strip off and fling in the hamper on my way through the hallway, depositing each item in its corresponding basket. I’ve made a few mistakes with the baskets before, and it ruined one of Daddy’s favorite shirts. He tied me to the headboard and whipped my ass for over an hour. It was marvelous. I should do that again sometime.

Laying on the bed was fun for a few minutes, but I quickly become bored. I am still wet from sucking Daddy’s cock earlier, so I let one hand wander up and begin rubbing small circles over one of the hardened nipples. The circles starting small and slowly increasing in size, but not speed. Dreadfully slow, just enough to really get my blood pumping. I can feel myself getting slick, so I slide my other hand down and begin to slowly explore my throbbing pussy. I have been hornier than usual today, and teasing Daddy while he was at work didn’t help with that, it only made me hornier!

A loud creak sounds from the opposite side of the room, and I flush sitting up quickly. He looms in the doorway, having collected a few items in his arms, but I barely pay attention. I know I’ve fucked up. I am allowed to touch myself, but only if Daddy gives me permission. This is the first time I’ve slipped up with this, I was just sooo horny. He clears his throat and asks what I am doing, I respond that he knows exactly what I’m doing. He shakes his head, reaches down and grabs a small bag. My audible gulp draws a laugh from him. He tosses the bag to me and barely growls “be set up when I get back little one” before stalking back down the hallway.

When Daddy returns I’m in my usual punishment position, my legs are locked apart by a spreader bar, and my hands are restrained by the under-the-bed set. I’m assuming he is going to want to abuse my ass in some way, so I’m on my knees, face down ass up. Daddy’s favorite! I hear his footsteps booming closer with every step, so I quickly take one last glance in the mirror (Daddy loves to make me watch as he fucks me, and I love it too, though I can’t tell him that!) I decide I look perfect, and close my eyes.

DADDY-

I deliberately slow my pace as I approach the bedroom stopping just short of the bed. I take my time, looking over every single inch of my babies’ perfect body. I do not note a single flaw as my eyes trail her toned legs, take in her ample ass, and sensual back. I cannot believe how lucky I am to have the pleasure of being called Daddy by her. I work hard each and every day to make sure I deserve to call her my Baby. I finally finish the walk to the bedside, slipping a bag by the nightstand and gaze at her, admiring how amazing she looks bound and ready for me.

As I near her, I bring my attention to her ass. I take one hand and lazily drag it along using just the barest touch of my fingernail to drag and create friction as I wind my way around each curve, occasionally changing the pace. Once in a while, to keep her on her toes I will slap her ass full force with my open hand. Each slap leaves behind a complete red imprint of my large hand. I’m going more for shock value and sharp pain, so I keep it to a mild/medium strength. Just enough to leave a good red mark. I don’t want her tapping out too early, not with what I have planned for her.

After 10 or so slaps on her ass, Baby begins her usual whining and whimpering, all a song and dance to rile me up and go harder. I know her tells by now. After each slap she will shriek, then moan, and then buck her hips back at me. She knows how much this turns me on, especially since I can see her panties started to soak through, this must be driving her mad. I love teasing and riling her up until she just can’t take it anymore. I love pushing to see how long it will take to get her to beg me. Not beg me to stop, there is a safe word in place for such circumstances. I am trying to see how far I can push her before she breaks down and begs me to just fuck her. I love holding out, using my hands, mouth and vibrator to make her squirm, moan and cum for me.

I’m not feeling especially patient tonight, and Baby has more than earned a reward for her dedication, so I decide to move forward. I reach down near the headboard, to the bag I had left there earlier. I pull out my favorite tool, the shoehorn. It’s not for the fair hearted, as its flat metal rod causes not only intense sharp pain, but very good red welts wherever contact is made. When I turn to face her, I see her head whip back to facing forward. Good, I love when she knows what is coming. She is already steeling herself for the first smack, so I quickly adjust myself right behind her right hip. I don’t waste any time using one hand to run circles on her left butt cheek, warming it up and getting her nervous. With the shoe horn in my other hand, I make an exaggerated display of winding up. I can see in the mirror opposite us that her eyes have gone wide, not knowing if I am going to swing away. I adjust my grip and lower it, before quickly swinging and landing a sharp smack on her ass. She wasn’t ready for this one, and howls in a delightful tone. Hey legs shake a little as she regains her senses, eyes watering and a nice red bar forming on her ass. I take a couple more quick smacks to both cheeks, quickly reddening them. Baby is squeeling with each smack, curling up and then moaning when I reach out and massage her reddened flesh.

Based on the tears flowing down her face, I can tell she is getting ready to give in and beg. She should be proud, most people only last a hit or two with the shoehorn! I glance down in time to see that her panties are full soaked through now. I get an idea and decide to flex and go with it. I give her a quick sharp smack with the shoehorn, but this time she doesn’t realize it was to hide my intentions. I wind up again and as planned I use two fingers to deftly move her panties to the side, then use one finger to easily slip and touch her entrance. When the shoehorn makes a hard slap on her ass, as predicted she squeals, moans and the backs her ass up to me. This time however my finger is eagerly awaiting her thrust, and my finger plunges deep inside her. Baby moans loudly, her walls clenching my finger like a vice grip. I can tell she’s close, just on the edge, so I tell her

“cum for me baby”

This sends her over the edges and wave after wave of powerful relief flood over her, her whole body goes tense, her toes curling. She just moans over and over again, turning the room into the hottest porn I’ve ever seen. I love nothing more than making my baby cum for me, and she does it so well. I love it when she waits for me to give her permission, and tonight she did so good.

“Daddy?” She whimpers looking back at me with teary eyes.

“Yes baby?” I growl back

“Please daddy, please fuck me”

My entire world lights up with heat and desire at that phrase. Those are the words, that specific phrase is exactly what I am working towards. My goal each and every session is to find a way to make her beg me. Not just to beg me in general, I want her to beg me for one thing, to have me fuck her. I love working her up and getting her wet, making her want me more and more. To give her as much teasing, suspense, pleasure, and pain as she can stand before she inevitably gives in and begs me to end her torture, and give her exactly what she needs. This is a game we play with each other, both sides trying to outlast the other, oddly though the goal for each is the same in the end. It isn’t as much ‘Cat & Mouse’ as we sometimes play, but still is a part of our dynamic. She is such a good girl usually, always willing to see any task I give her to completion. She completes even challenging tasks with an ease that puts most professionals to shame. There are even times where I don’t even have to ask for something, she will just think of it for me and see about taking care of it. This game of ours, this delicate back and forth brings us both immense pleasure, both physically and mentally. I love let her know exactly what I am going to do to her. I will craft a scene, one that I specifically write with her in mind. One that I write bit by bit knowing that she’s going to read it, pleasure herself to it, and then reenact it with me next.