Please be kind to me, this is my first attempt at anything like this.
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I stirred from my sleep when the door slammed, followed by familiar footsteps around the kitchen. I listened intently as he went straight to the liquor cabinet, slammed a glass on the counter, and as I knew from many times watching him do so, he poured himself a glass of whiskey.
"Uh oh," I thought, frozen in bed, "He had a bad day."
I just stayed in bed. I knew he would come find me sooner or later.
I was just drifting in and out of sleep again when I heard him slip in the bedroom door. Fear and anticipation made my stomach churn and my pussy drip while I listened to him take his boots, pants, and shirt off.
I felt him climb into bed with me, and with tenderness in his touch, he pulled me into him, and pressed his hard dick into my lower back. He slid his arm under me and wrapped it around my hips, pressing himself more forcefully onto me, and the other hand slipped slowly up my body, starting at my hip, over my stomach, over my hard nipples, all the way up to wrap that hand around my throat. He kissed my shoulder and gracefully forced his other hand between my legs, finding that sticky sweet spot with almost no resistance.
I shuddered, and instinctively bucked against his hips, immediately and entirely on fire. I whimpered as he rubbed slow circles over my clit, teasing me so cruelly as his grip tightened on my throat.
It felt like an eternity, his fingers slowly driving me over the edge, his fingers tight around my neck, rubbing my butt against his cock, when he bit my shoulder and whispered in my ear: "Are you ready Babygirl? I'm not gonna hold back this time, I need an outlet, and I need you to be a good girl for me."
I whimpered in affirmation, and he released my throat. As I choked and coughed, trying to get my breath back, he squeezed my tit hard, and said "Are you sure, Kitten? You can say no, and I will find another outlet. I won't be hurt."
I gasped at the sudden pain of his grip, and sighed as it blossomed into a dull ache in my tummy, flames further fed by the continuous slow circles he made with his thumb on my swollen button.
I finally managed to pull words out of the soup he'd made from my brain: "Yes, Daddy. I want you to use me, I am yours."
He traced a circle around my nipple with his thumb, then gripped it hard. "Good girl. Now stay still while Daddy gets what he needs."
He pulled away all at once, leaving me gasping and my pussy throbbing.
"Sit up", I heard from behind me, and I immediately obeyed. He draped my favorite pale pink satin scarf over my eyes and tied it firmly behind my head, then pulled something over my head. I struggled to stay still as he pulled and tugged at the fabric over my titties. After some time, he took me by the throat and pulled me to the floor, commanding me to stand. He pulled something else over my head, but this time tugged it past my chest, down to my waist. When he was done, he slid his finger into my wet slit, curling his finger into my g-spot, hitting it rhythmically. A moan escapes my lips and before I know it, I'm on the floor, holding my face.
"Did I ask your opinion, slut?"
Tears welled. I shook my head, only to feel Daddy's hot palm on impact once more.
"Use your words, you dumb whore. I won't ask again."
I hung my head, cheeks burning in embarrassment. I should know better, "No, Daddy, you didn't ask me for my opinion."
"That's a good whore. When are you allowed to share your voice?"
"Only when it's asked for."
"Attagirl. Get up", he said, gripping my hair and forcing me to my feet.
"Whose pussy is this", he growled, forcing his fingers inside me.
"Yours, sir", I said, struggling to keep my pleasure silent.
He turned me around and shoved my face into the mattress, and pulled my hips so that my ass was in the air. "Don't move", he commanded, and left me, ass up, pussy exposed and quivering. I wondered how long I'd be exposed like this, and it was almost long enough to make me worry when I felt his cool, wet fingers swipe up my slit, and then the cool, familiar metal of my favorite princess plug pressed against my hole. I felt the pressure and the small "pop" I knew so well as my asshole adjusted to the plug.
"Stay there", he said once more, and I felt something new being pushed into my pussy. My plug pushed the part of it that was inside me against my g-spot and held it there, while the external piece of it laid on my swollen clit.
All at once he backed off, giving me no instruction or warning, letting my anticipation build until it was burning. A long moment ensued before he landed a loud slap on my ass, which almost caught me off guard enough to yelp. Almost.
"Good girl. I'm going to torture you tonight. Is that acceptable to you?"
"Yes, sir. I am yours to use."
"That's a good answer, Babygirl. If it's too much, let me know."
"Yes, sir."
All at once, the new toy started vibrating. The delicious, intense pleasure built the flames in my tender, sensitive cunt until I thought I could no longer handle it.
I didn't dare ask to cum. Daddy's rule is that every time I ask if I can cum, he adds 30 seconds to a timer that he starts at his will. When he first made this rule, I asked him to allow me to cum so many times I had to wait 20 minutes after he thought I was ready!
I bit my lip until it bled trying to be quiet, I squirmed, I bucked, I couldn't breathe, until Daddy finally placed his hand on the small of my back and said "It's okay, princess. Let it out. Don't cum, but make some noise for Daddy."
