Daddy Dom Has Me for Breafast

*Fuck.* I hadn't stepped inside this room in forever. What once was an office is now a dumping ground for everything I don't want to think twice about. I'd completely forgotten how much shit I actually own.. And immediately swelled with frustration.

I make my way to my kitchen, because there is absolutely *no way* I'm going to figure this shit out without at least a few gallons of coffee. That's when I hear the shower turn on, coinciding with a 'ping!' on my phone. I grabbed it from my back pocket and read the notification quickly in anticipation.

*Come join me babygirl*

Exactly what I thought it would be. I feel a light bounce in my step as I walk to the master bathroom. It'll take a while for my french press to be ready anyway.

He already had music playing on our waterproof speaker, with only our shower lamp and a candle on the counter for light. The song was slow, romantic, and incredibly sexy. Tingles ran through my body as I thought through what might happen in the next hour.

I let my pajamas fall to the floor, do a quick brush through my 'I just woke up' hair, and stepped carefully into the shower. He turned around to greet me and gave me a smile, then a quick kiss.

"I'm glad you could join me baby," he said, and handed me the removable shower head. "I've already done my hair so I could help you with yours."

I feel grateful as he takes my shoulders and turns me around so my back is to him. I take a deep breath because damn, this is really what I needed -- to get pampered in a relaxing atmosphere. When he starts to wash my hair, I let my head tip back.

"Does that feel good, princess?"

My eyes automatically close as he massages shampoo into my scalp. "Mmm, it feels so good," I say back, my mind feeling all fuzzy.

He chuckled a little. "Good."

After he was done with my hair, it was time to wash his body. I grabbed the bar of soap he insists on using and rubbed it in between my hands, getting it nice and sudsy.

He smirked. "You do that so well babygirl."

I roll my eyes but can't help blushing at the same time. "Ready?" I ask, putting the soap down. He nodded and I put my hands on his chest, rubbing the front part of him all over in small circular motions.

I looked into his eyes as my fingers lingered on his chest. *Damn it's getting hot in here.*

Sensing that I was admiring his muscles, he pulled me in by my waist, my wet body colliding with his.

"You need some soap too," he said. I gasped in surprise when I felt both his hands smack my ass, making me fall forward. His hard dick was pressing against me now. "You're such a dirty little slut," he growled against my ear. I nearly melted right then and there.

My pussy was throbbing, begging to be touched. My hips gravitated towards him as I whined in frustration. I needed him to fuck me. *Hard.*

All he did was chuckle and smirk. "Not yet baby," his sweet voice teased me. "You need to be patient," he whispered.

Ever since he found out that my ears are.. well, *sensitive*, he's relentlessly used it to frustrate me. Not that I'm complaining. I love being teased, especially by him. Something about his dark brown curls and deep brown eyes.

He turned and pumped some soap into his hands, knowing I prefer my own delicate body wash that makes me smell like a rose. Then he directly started to massage my breasts. He's always loved my boobs, claiming they were "the perfect size to hold", not too big or too small, apparently. I liked them too, but wouldn't mind being bigger.

He was taking his time, massaging them slow, deliberately charging every passing moment with sexual tension.

My eyes flirted with his before they wandered down to his lips. *Kiss me. Please just kiss me already.*

I felt tingles rush through my body as he pinched my nipples, slightly twisting them between his fingers. *Fuuuuuck.* The waiting was excruciating but I knew it would be worth it in the end. So I waited, knowing I'll be rewarded if I'm a good girl, and let him play with my breast, first with his fingers and then his tongue. He gave attention to each one, sucking and squeezing.

A moan escaped my mouth, making my eyelids flutter close.

Then, he kissed me.

It was a grab-my-face, hungry and assertive kind of kiss. A kiss that kept going as my mind melted away.

He pushed me into the shower wall, took the water and hosed me down with it. From his eyes I could tell he knew exactly what he wanted to do with me. He turned off the water and lowered himself to the tub floor.

Kneeling, he admired my bare pussy, *'mmmmm'ing* in satisfaction as his tongue slowly reached my lips, delicately exploring all of me. I sighed, partly because it felt so good but mainly because I *needed more.* I played with his wet hair, and I couldn't help it -- I grabbed the back of his head and brought him closer to me. I heard him laugh at my frustration before his soft licking turned into firm sucking and occasional flicking of my clit. His mouth was a seasoned slut, his tongue incredibly talented.

*Holy shit.* I didn't want him to stop. His brown eyes were looking up at me as he sloppily ate me out, hungry to see me writhe with pleasure.

I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling of his warm tongue repeatedly licking my clit.

"Fuuuuuuuck," I moaned as my legs began to shake.

He pulled away from me and swiftly picked me up, my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck. His face was smothered by my breast, but he didn't seem to mind. He started to kiss them as he set me down on the bed, his lips gently making their way down my body, back to the previous position he was in before.

Inches away from my pussy he stops to stare at me with a raised brow. I know he's testing my patience, but every part of me doesn't care right now. I didn't let myself move, but I wasn't able to hold in a pathetic whimper. *I had to have him.*

His wicked (but hot as *fuck*) laugh made me even more frustrated. I groaned and gripped the sheets to stop me from grabbing his face. It might've been okay in the shower, but I know I couldn't step out of line here. When we're in bed, daddy's in charge.

"Can you be a good girl now and let me fuck you nice and slow?" He asked. The way he talked to me made my stomach flip.

I nodded way too eagerly in response. "Yes daddy," I begged, "please fuck me."

He smirked before going down on me again. Immediately my hips buck forward and my eyes instinctively close.

"You feel so goooood.." I groaned.

His fingers tease my opening. I could feel him moan as he sucked my clit and plunged a finger into me. My own moaning drowned out his. *Fuuuuuuuck.*

He knew the exact spot to curl his finger into. His mouth kept fucking me as he slipped another finger in.

I gasped, tightening my grip on the sheets beneath me. "Yeah just like that.."

Damn he felt good. "Just like that daddy.."

I couldn't stop myself from grinding against his tongue. He pulled away, a look of disapproval on his face.

"Now you know you weren't supposed to do that babygirl," he said, and put his finger in his mouth, sucking it slowly. I felt tingling everywhere. He was *so hot* and I was craving the climax I was so close to.

Remaining eye contact he sucked the other finger clean. "Hmm now what am I going to do with you?" He asked, his eyes trailing all over my naked body.

I squirmed under his gaze but remained silent, which prompted a smile from him.

"I think you can wait for your reward until tonight." He stated, trailing his fingertips down my stomach and slowly across the inside of thigh.

"But..." I stopped myself from saying anything more. I knew I messed up, and there's something inside me that loves how diligent he is in his control over me.

He got up and started putting clothes on, leaving me flustered and naked on the bed.

"Don't forget that you've been wanting to clean the office," he said as he buckled his belt. "I'll give you an extra treat if you do some work in there today." Then he smiled, leaned over and gave my forehead a tender kiss.

"I have to go princess. I love you."

My chest felt warm and my body bubbled with joy. "I love you too daddy."

I guess I'll just have to wait for tonight.