Taking

Author's Note: This story was written in collaboration with StiingRae. She gave me the bones of the story and key scenes and dialog. I then expanded it into a full story.

I pulled the car over to the side of the road just before the little bend so I could check my hair and makeup. I doubled checked the buttons on my coat for the hundredth time. They were still in place like they always were, but I felt so exposed.

This isn't a lie, I lied to myself. It is just a bit of fun. He will love it.

He will. I will. It still felt wrong. I suddenly wondered if he was looking at his phone wondering why I was stopped on his block.

He isn't, I told myself. *He is just fretting a little in his kitchen, and looking for me to pull up so he can come out and greet me without me leaving the car.

He did that. He was sweet like that. He was sweet in a lot of little ways, and she was going to lie to him.

Nope can't stay here forever. Eventually he will notice I am parted on his street. He will come down and see me and worst of all, he will look... bemused. That would be the worst. Time to go lie to the man I love.

I pulled out and let the dozen or so ranch style homes pass by on his sleepy little street and pulled into his driveway. Maybe if I am fast I can get to his door before he opens it. Maybe I can add one more surprise to this day.

But no, I need to take this slow and let it play out, and I have to check my buttons one more time. I have to go over the plan one more time in my head...

...and he was there standing in his doorway and smiling that smile that was mostly eyes and upturned mouth. I love that mouth.

And I check the buttons one more time.

Stop stalling, I tell myself. I want this. It is My Plan after all.

He is halfway to me and has his arms around me. He always talks about missing the way I smell, but that soft musk just makes me want to give up on my plan and drop to my knees and show him how much I missed him.

But I have a plan and I need to stick to it. I know it is going to get harder when he touches me, when he calls me kitten, when I ache to...

And how did I get in the house?

“New coat?” He asked as he got behind me

“You like?” I asked in response, my fingers finally undoing the buttons. They hold it together for a moment longer.

"It's beautiful," he says. "I haven't seen you in anything so long before. Must be nice on these winter days"

"Mhm", I agree as he pulls the coat away and I feel his fingers graze my back. I can tell he has felt my bare skin. He does that thing where he starts the react and then plays along. His fingers start to pull away like I have given then an electric shock and then they are back in place and pulling the coat again.

He drapes the coat over his arm and his eyes are taking me in as I turn around. He has only seen this black teddy in in photos, and there was a time when ne never thought he would see it any other way. He is smiling that smile that is mostly eyes again. He takes far too long to say anything

"Are we staying in?" He finally asks.

"Darling," I bend in and give him a quick darting kiss.

"Do you remember when you said you gave up on plans?" I asked. He nods. He planned too much, he assumed too much. It got in the way. Then he told me he gave up on plans and started paying attention in a way he hadn't before.

"I haven't", I offered him my hand and he took it. I gave it a comforting little squeeze. "Now take me to the bedroom."

He walks me slower than I know he wants to — slower than I want to. It is a dozen steps from the door to the bed and I am counting every one in my head. It takes no time at all, and I want to run just as much as he does.

Then his hand is on the back of my head, his fingers making a fist and pulling back my head. He is kissing me deeply and he lets go of my hair and I am disappointed he isn't pulling my hair so hard it feels like it is going to come out by the root. It is in the small of my back pushing my toward the other hand that is expertly unbuttoning my jeans.

It is a perfect moment, but it isn't the moment I had planned. I shake my head.

I can see his eyes open, filled with confusion, but he is still kissing me, still in that moment where he is in charge. I can use this.

"Stop!" I push him back.

"I...I don't understand" He stammers. "It just seemed that it was what you wanted"

"It wasn't!" I insist and I can see confusion on frustration on his face.

"What do you want?" He asks.

"Fine" I put more exasperation in my voice than I feel. "Can I just show you what I want... for once"

"I'm sorry" he apologized. He always apologizes. He thinks he has taken my agency away again, and he promised never to do that. I can see genuine shame on on his face. It makes me feel horrible, because I am toying with this man like a cat. It is just the only way this can work, if I do it this way. If I take control.

"Please," he nodded, "show me what you want."

I take his wrists and put them by his side, and tap on them like I do when I a playfully telling him I don't want to be sexy. He looks confused and disappointed.

"Keep these here", I tell him.

"Very well" he says.

I unbutton his pants and hook my thumbs into his waistband, I lock eyes with him and drop to my knees, and his pants follow me down. It worked better than expected and his underwear followed with it. I was presented with a facefull of very hard cock that I gave a quick little kiss, and stood back up. He obliged with his arms when I pulled off his shirt, and he was standing nude in front of me.

I push him and he half falls, half sits onto the edge of the bed. He reaches out for me.

"NO," I chide him. "It's my plan"

He is frustrated. He is a Dom, and I am pushing him around and not telling him what I want, and acting like a Dom to him — exactly the thing he doesn't like — but he is still there, still hard, still wanting me. He is going to see what my plan is no matter how confused he gets. He puts his hands back by his sides on the bed.

My fingers work the button on my jeans as I turn around. It takes more wiggles than is strictly needed to pull them down. I hear his breath catch as he catches that glint of purple and chrome. I turn around quickly so he can't get a better view... yet.

I gesture for his hand and he gives it to me. I turn it over and put it in my palm. I step forward and put it on my pussy. His hand it warm against my cunt and I want to hold it in place and grind against it.

"Do you see how wet this is making me?" I ask him.

He looks at me with a question in his eyes and he lightly draws his finger back over my lips. I nod.

Needing no further encouragement, he pulls the thin piece of fabric to the side and pushes one finger into me. As soon as he feels just how ready I an a second finger follows it, and I pull his head back to kiss him. His thumb curls into place over my clit and begins softly circling. This man knows exactly what I want, because he took the time to ask, and watch, and listen. I am being very cruel to someone I love so much.

It would be so easy to cum just like this, so I have to put a stop to it right now, before my head goes out the window and my body just takes over.

I pull his hand away and take it in mine, then the other one fingers intertwined. He easily takes my weight and pulls me up on top of him as he lays back. I am so very wet and ready that as soon as my lips run over his cock and his head finds the opening of my pussy, our hips press together and he is in me. It is my turn for my breath to catch. His cock almost perfectly doesn't fit, and that is without the plug filling my ass. No matter how ready I think I am, it is a stretch, a moment of almost pain, and then he is there, and perfect, and I never want him to be anywhere else.

Between his cock and the plug I feel impossibly full. His thumb is back on my clit, and I am grinding against him. It is only a couple of moments and it hits me in waves. I never cum this quickly, but I have been anticipating this, and far too much of my drive had been one handed edging myself. It had been part of the plan, but I didn't think it would be that fast.

I had also been part of the plan that I would collapse onto him with my face against his neck, but there was no point. I came and there simple was no other place for me to be. My body was covering his and my face was in his neck... where it belonged. His arms were around me and I wanted to melt into him forever.

"Good kitten," he only called me kitten when I was

He was still hard inside me, and petting my hair softly.

"Good kitten," he repeated. "Was that you plan?"

"My plan was to take what I wanted Daddy," I whisper.

"That's a good plan kitten," he sounds almost bemused. He is almost using that baby voice I hate. "And did you take everything you wanted?"

I want to nod. I want to please him and tell him it was perfect. Once again I want to melt into him and give up this charade, but it has to go on a little longer.

"I need you to take my plug out." I lie "It's too much."

"I'm sorry kitten," he apologizes, "I should have thought."

I want to stop him and give him a hundred little kisses and tell him it was perfect. It hurt in just the right way, it filled me in just the right way. I wanted to keep fucking him just like that till he came; it is just that I had something so much better planned. When we are done we will spend at least an hour at aftercare and I will reassure him over and over he did nothing wrong. That I was hiding things from me. It was the only way a man so nice could be so wonderfully cruel to me.

He reaches back and takes the end of the heart shaped plug. His fingers wrap around it and he gives a gentle pull.

"Breath in kitten," he tells me. I already have, but he always tells me.

"OK" he says, and as I breath out he pulls. I feel my ass open and try an pull the plug back in. I am lying, it feels amazing, I tighten around it as the tapered metal pulls out and I am left feeling empty and a little lonely.

"Thank you Daddy," I say as I nuzzle his neck. "Can you put me on my back?"

His arms squeeze me tight to him and he rolls over. I giggle. I didn't mean to, but it made me feel like a little girl. I struggle not to say "Again!"

He is still deep inside me, and I am clenched down on him as he rolls me. His arms slip out from under the bed and slide down to my thighs. He pulls me with him as he stands up leaving me lying at the edge of the bed. His eyes are on me, loving and lustful. It is clear he doesn't know what I want next. He was just uncomfortable with his legs dangling. He begins to pull out of me gently and I shake my head.

"No daddy," I say. He looks confused.

"What do you want kitten?" He asks.

"I want you to take me," I tell him, and bite my lip.

He grabs my ankles and starts to put them on his shoulders. Without even trying his cock slips a little deeper into me. It feels right, but it isn't what I want...

"NO Daddy!" I yell. It startles me how impatient I am. "That ISN'T what I want"

He has no way of knowing what I want so he assumes I want it rougher. His fingers dig into my thighs, his frustration is coming through in his fingertips and the bruises he will leave if I let him. I want them. I need them. I want check on them every day and watch them change color and shape and sent him pictures for him to be proud of.

"Then what in the name of fuck do you want?"

"Quinn" I say his name. That might have been a mistake. It was the ultimate safeword with us, but I wanted to console him. I wanted to tell him he was doing nothing wrong. He was pulling out of me and looking worried. I grabbed his arm and pulled at him till he was all the way in me again.

"No darling," I was soft and loving. I was the way I wanted to be from the start, but I just had to play this little game to work up the nerve. "It's ok. I want you to take me... really take me"

I think he is starting to understand, though the confusion I can see that wicked smile he gets sometimes.

"Take what?" He askes.

"The last thing you haven't taken", I gesture with my eyes to that space between us.

His face is soft and his smile happy. His eyes flick between mine and that same space.

"Really?" He asks.

I nod. He smiles brighter.

"Has this been your game..." he corrects himself, "your plan the whole time, Rae?"

I smile a big smile and wiggle my ass and nod.

"Yes darling," I agree. "Now please be Daddy again, because I need to be kitten."

He bends over to kiss me. I am folded in half and pinned beneath him. I feel happy and under his control and just like I am supposed to be.

"Thank you kitten", he says as he kisses me again.

"Daddy", I think I purr back at him. My eyes are closed, I am happy, it might have been in my head. I don't care.

He has pulled out of me, and my body feels so lonely. I want to pull him back again, but I know what I am supposed to do. I have imagined it so many times. My hands fall to my sides and I pull my cheeks apart.

I feel the head of his cock press against me and I want to chicken out.

NO, I yell at myself. You want this, you finally want to feel that cock in you.

I nod to myself.

I feel something cold and wet fall onto my ass and the head of his cock. Lube. In the moment I had forgotten about that. Forgotten to have some handy and was prepared to just take him no matter how difficult. That wasn't his way of course, so of course he had lube. I just had no idea where it came from, but I hasn't exactly been paying attention.

"Do you remember what to do Kitten?" He asks. I nod. I know he is going to tell me anyway.

"Squeeze kitten", he tells me. I do, I squeeze hard. I know he has told me exactly why, I know it made sense, I know I can't remember a single word of it right now. I just need his cock in me and I trust him implicitly.

"Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze" he says and I feel his cock pressing against my ass. He feels impossibly large against me, and I know there is no way he is ever going to fit.

Suddenly the pressure is gone, he has pulled his cock away and I want it back. I don't care what is going to happen, I need to feel that connection. I need him to force his cock into me no matter how much it hurts.

"Relax kitten," and I feel his hand against my jaw. I nuzzle into it. I make a happy sound of happiness. My whole body unclenches.

And he is in me. Before I can realize, before my body can really feel it, the head of his cock is in me. I feel that wide ridge push into me before my body reacts. He stops.

"Good kitten," he draws out the vowels in 'good'. He feels so big. It feels so good. I don't think I can take anything more.

His thumb runs over my lips and my tongue comes out to greet it.

"Tell me when you can take more", he says as I take his thumb into my mouth to suck it

I nod.

"Use your words," he said with that little grin of his.

"More," I say, "Please," and after a pause I add "Daddy."

His hands wrap around my thighs again. It isn't the big thrust I was anticipating, just slow and steady pressure. His isn't digging his fingers in to bruise me, just distract me as the beautiful cock pushes deeper and deeper. His eyes are locked on mine the whole time. They are filled with love and lust and pride. He is Daddy, and I am more his than I have ever been before.

I am biting his thumb, it doesn't hurt. I just want every bit of connection to him I can have. I feel his other thumb slide down between us, grazing my pussy. I am so very wet. I am probably dripping onto his cock, and that thought makes my cunt tighten. For the first time I feel something he has told me about. That it will feel like he is in me and my cunt will try and squeeze him. It felt more intense because he wasn't there.

Now I know I really am dripping onto the shaft of that thick cock. His finger catches some of it and then rests just over my clit. I start to squirm and get used to the feeling of being more full than I have ever been been, and his thumb over clit as I do.

There is simply no way I can cum like this. It is all too much.

I nod without realizing it, and he takes this as a signal to start fucking me. Its probably good that he did, or I might never have said. His thumb is gone from my mouth and I feel lost without it until I feel it softly pinching and playing with my nipple. Normally when he is Daddy, he would be slapping and spanking and hurting me. He would leave bruises and make my body sting, but now he is so very gentle, and deliberate. I want that pain, but not just yet. This is all so much much, I couldn't take any more than just this.

He is slow and deliberate. I clench on him as he starts to move but that does nothing to stop him. I can feel every ridge and vein. He feels bigger than he ever did in my pussy. Then I feel that big ridge on the head of his cock against my ass. It is pulling against me and I am starting to open like I did for the plug.

He presses back in. Just a little faster this time until he is all the way in. He makes his cock twitch inside me and I squeeze him back.

"Fffaster daddy," I have trouble saying the words. "Just a little faster... please?"

His thumb pets my clit and I feel a shiver though my whole body. I grind back into him as his cock speeds up slowly. I thought it was going to hurt, or be too intense, or something. It just feels good.

I feel that something coiling in me. My ass wiggles against him at the bottom of each stroke and his thumb grinds into my clit. He takes the hint and starts deliberately stroking it as he slowly fucks my ass.

Daddy is fucking my ass, I think and the thought makes me happy.

We are just locked like that, his thumb stroking my clit exactly the same way, his cock pushing into me at a steady pace. It is perfect...

...and I cum. I am shaking and trying to pull away from him, but he pushed deep into me and won't let me go. My cunt is squeezing hard around nothing. My ass squeezes just slightly after around that cock. His thumb is too much, my clit is too sensitive as it throbs with its own heartbeat. I touch his wrist and try and tell him, but I am having trouble with words. He slides his thumb into my pussy though, and it gratefully squeeze onto him.

We stay like that until it isn't agony for him to move inside me. I squeeze him to let him know it is ok, and he starts fucking me again.

"Is Daddy going to cum in my ass?" I ask.

"Kitten," he says leaning down to kiss me. "Daddy is going to take everything"

His fingers dig into my thighs harder than before, and I feel him start to fuck me. Harder and faster like he would take my pussy

"Yes Daddy", I say into his kiss, "I want you to take everything..."