I always thought I was the dominant type. 110%, without a shadow of a doubt, the type to take control, to be on top. Till I wasn't. But that is a story for another time. This one, is just my imagination running wild.

"Hnnghhh. Mmmmphhhhh!" I cry desperately as my hips buck in the air, my abdomen and thighs gleaming with sweat. "MMmmmmmmm," I can't hold back the low, needy moan as her finger tips lightly circle the sensitive head of my her cock. Even in the dim lighting, she would be able to see the wetness oozing out of the tip, liberally coating the purple helmet and her digit before flowing down the hard shaft along a bulging vein, pooling around the black silicon ring wrapped around the base. It was her "collar", marking me as hers. Keeping her fleshy toy hard while also choking the two balls below, keeping them easily accessible for her to play with.

"Hrinhehhhh, heaallhhh (princess, please)," my needy voice is muffled by her panties that she's stuffed into my mouth but not before getting them nice and wet with her juices earlier on. She knew how much of a turn on the taste of her sweet pussy is for me. She only giggled happily at my begging, clearly enjoying herself. In some ways, that was enough for me. All I want is to satisfy my princess.

I feel her weight shift off my chest. Opening my eyes, I see her get up before positioning herself over my pelvis. Her calves come to rest on either side of my hips and she wiggles her dripping slit over her cock, teasing me. "Hmmmm? What was that, daddy?" she asks innocently. She pulls the panties out of my mouth, "who do you belong to?" "Uurghhhh... Princess... You, princess. I belong to youuu," I pant. She smiles widely, looking down at my helpless form, wrists bound above to the head of the beach chair we were on.

The cool, salty breeze kissing our skin. Waves crashing softly in the background. We were far enough from the nearest chalets, blocked from view by a clump of trees. But even then, it was still such a turn on. After dinner, my princess had grabbed my hand and led me in this direction. I'd just gone along with it thinking she wanted a nice walk on the moonlit beach. That was till she pushed me onto one of the chairs, took the sash off from around her waist and secured my wrists where they've been till now. She'd taken her time teasing, playing with her me, her toy, at her own leisure, edging me over and over I'd forgotten how many times now. All the while, using me to bring her to orgasm after orgasm from sitting on my face to riding on her cock. I'd lost track of time long ago.

"Mmmm. That's right, daddy. Allll minneeee," she moaned deeply as she sinks down. Her hard cock slides in easily with how wet we both are. Soon, she is riding me hard to another explosive orgasm. She drops her weight down hard on my lap as she shuddered. "Mmmphhh. P-princessss," I close my eyes tightly, willing my orgasm away. The clenching of her little cunt, warm and wet wrapped around her repeatedly edged cock is almost too much. I'm not sure how much more I can take.

I feel her weight lift off my pelvis and I open my eyes to look at her. Has she had enough? I feel my heart sink. I'd hoped she would finally let me cum. Then, she pauses, looking down at me. Bending over slightly, she touches the black ring around her throbbing cock and full balls. She kneels between my legs, taking her cock into her mouth, slowly sucking on it. With how sensitive I am, it doesn't take long for her to bring me close again.

Suddenly, I feel the ring tighten as her fingers find their way under it and she pulls it off. I stare at her with eyes wide. The rule is I'm not allowed to cum while the ring is on. She smiles sweetly at me before sinking all the way back down onto her cock. I feel her lips wrap firmly around the rim of the head, her soft tongue circling the sensitive tip just how she knows I like it. All I manage is a gasp, "princess." But she knows me so well. Her mouth slides all the way down, taking me to the base. I feel her throat squeezing me and I throw my head back in silent bliss. My vision blurs as the first load flies down her throat, followed quickly by a second and a third, and a fourth. All the while, she keeps swallowing, milking out every drop I have to give. The last thing I remember are her eyes staring up at be from between my thighs before I black out.

When I came to, my vision was filled with the look of my concerned princess. "Daddy... are you okay?" I stare at her for a few moments, brain still foggy. Then I burst out laughing. Realising my arms had been unties, I wrap them around her. "Much more than okay," I whisper in her ear.