The door opens and, for the first time, you stand before me. We have communicated extensively via texts and emails — and a few calls. You blink nervously, uncertain whether I will approve of you in-person. "Hello Daddy." You smile. I notice your full lips painted dark violet. The color of your finger-nails matches your lips. Your eye-shadow is taupe. I imagine my cock-head rubbing your lips, my pre-cum adding gloss to the color, and smile as I inspect you.
The schoolgirl outfit — tight white blouse, short, blue plaid kilt, white socks and black, shiny shoes gives you an appearance of innocence and sensuality. I can see that your nipples are erect and pushing against the white, cotton material of the blouse. You bite your lips as I inspect you. Slightly humiliated, your cheeks flame red. The color suits you.
"Come in."
You heave a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Daddy." I take your elbow and guide you to the lounge. A cold cocktail — a cosmopolitan — from a side table is handed to you. I do not ask what you like, since I know this from our conversations. A flourish of my hand indicates that you should sit on the large, black leather couch. Your kilt rides up and parts along the split. I nod in approval of your plain, white, cotton panties. With you on my left, I sit down. You finish the drink and become more relaxed. My arm slides across your shoulders and draws you closer. With my other hand, I cup your chin, tilt your face and kiss you.
Your lips are cold from the drink, but not unpleasantly so. I take command of your mouth. Forceful lips press on yours. My tongue plunges deep into your moist, succulent mouth. I suck and bite. You resist at the rough treatment not wanting to cede ownership of your mouth. I take you, ignoring your protestations. Soon your tongue and mine twist and coil around each other. Your hand slips inside my unbuttoned shirt. I moan in approval as you play with my nipples.
I start to unbutton your blouse, but lose patience and pull the material roughly. Buttons fly across the room, clattering on the hardwood floor. You moan, "Oh yes, Daddy," as you feel the air conditioning caress your ample tits. Head arched back, you push the nipples into my mouth. Accepting your gift, I suck and bite them. You wince as my teeth worry your sensitive nipples. It is painful. You flinch and cry out. I bite and suck harder. Firm fingers knead the soft yielding flesh of your tits. Fingertips dig into your flesh and you gasp. Soft moans escape your lips as I cover your tits in licks, kisses and bites.
My free hand slides between the split of your kilt and the fabric is pushed aside. My hand rests briefly on your smooth thigh before travelling towards your cunt. Under the panties, your damp mound seeps hon-eyed milk from your cunt. I push your panties into your slit. Your legs spread wider and I push the panties in deeper. I can smell your hot juices as they rise on the warm cunt air to permeate the room. I remove your panties. They're soaked in your juices. I rub them over your face, and lick your face. You purr.
A thick finger rubs along your slippery slit, before plunging inside. Cunt-honey flows as you are finger-fucked. Deep probing, two-fingered thrusts commander your wet cunt. I uncover a slippery, round, pink clit and grasp it between finger and thumb, squeezing and rubbing. You moan. I slap your clit. You moan once more. I slap it harder...faster. I feel your body tense. At the point of your orgasm, I stop. You hiss like a cat in frustration. Your hand goes to your cunt. I grasp your hand and slap your face. You pout and touch your reddening cheek.
"Daddy?"
I smile, take your hand and raise you from the couch. We walk to the stairwell. "Go ahead." You walk in front of me, naked apart from your socks and shoes. I admire your ample arse and how it rolls from side to side as you climb the stairs. Your arse crack is very tempting, but that will come later.
Mid-way up the stairs, you pause and turn. A big smile is on your face, because you know your Daddy has been admiring your body. "Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"My name is Maeve, Daddy." I smile and we proceed.
*
Maeve walks into her Daddy's bedroom. It is large and bright, perfused with the fragrances of an alpha-man — musky and smoky overlaid with stale sweat and cum. The male pheromones set her senses on edge and stimulate the flow of honey from her cunt. "Lie on the bed," he orders in a deep, baritone voice. The idea of disobeying never entered Maeve's mind. A combination of fear, respect, and love as well as the need to be a good girl for her Daddy makes her whisper, "Yes Daddy." She wonders why her voice is so husky. The crisp, white sheets feel good on her naked skin.
He admires her — and for what seems an agonizing period of time. Long, golden-red hair flares on the pillow. Big tits fall and rest on each side of Maeve's chest. He enjoys the sumptuousness of her tits, the swell of her belly and the curve of her cunt mound as it meets the division of her pink. The plump outer labia, waxed as he demanded, are smooth and flushed pink. Her thighs rest against each other and are firm and generous. He loves the dark skin that shadows the top of her thighs, her cunt and the crack of her ass. Her feet remain covered in socks and black shoes. She is not overly tall.
She feels the intensity of his inspection and her skin becomes stippled with goosebumps. It is obvious that she excites her Daddy. This thrills her. His thick cock bulges, hard and throbs within his silk boxers. She reaches out with a trembling hand and strokes hesitantly over the light material.
"Please, Daddy."
He slips out of his shirt and boxers. They are both naked. Her eyes glisten in anticipation. She has desired and worshiped his cock for a long, long time — but only as photos and in her dreams.
Red, leather restraints are buckled on each wrist. She does not resist. Her Daddy is also her Master. Light chains loop through silver rings to a larger ring on the bed's head posts. The padding feels comfortable as the chains are tightened and her arms spreadeagled. A matching red leather collar is slipped behind her neck and buckled. It has an O-ring at the front. Similar restraints are wrapped around her ankles. The chains that hold her thighs firmly apart are connected to a pulley system. She wonders why as she examined herself — restrained, helpless, and exposed. It is then she realizes that she is looking up at a mirror almost the size of the bed.
She feels her cunt warm and wet. The almond and honey smell of her juices radiates, filling the room with her scent. Maeve watches her Daddy as he savors her smell and smiles his approval. His tongue caresses her tits. It is slightly rough — like a cat's tongue. She shivers as he licks across her deep pink-brown nipples, then licks and sucks the bumps of her chocolate-red areolae. His fingers knead the soft flesh of her tits. He wants her to call them tits — not breasts. Daddy's girls have tits... they're sluts. The insistent firm stroke makes her moan. She wants to rub her cunt, but cannot. Daddy's sharp teeth bite into her flesh. She cries out at the pain in her nipples, but wants more.
Daddy obliges. Then he moves his attention to her belly.
*
