Authors note: This is a consensual BDSM story. I use the term "Daddy" as a replacement to the terms Master or Sir. This is not an incest story. I hope you like.
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I am kneeling on the bed, knees apart, hands resting on my thighs. I am patiently (not really) waiting on you to come to me. I am already wet with the anticipation of waiting for you. When you finally stroll into the room, my breath catches. My soul cries out to be touched by you, to be owned by you. I know you can see the hunger in my eyes as I watch you walk into the room. You stop and gaze lustily up and down my body. You know I am yours, body and soul, and you just watch me for a few seconds, drawing out my anticipation even more.
"Hello, my baby doll. You are such a good girl waiting so patiently for me," you smirk because you know that I am anything but patient. I feel a rush of heat at the words good girl. When you praise me and tell me I am your good girl, it makes me melt. I live to be your good girl, your good slut. You walk over and run your hand through my hair, gripping it in your fist at the back of my head. You pull my head back and gently kiss my lips. You pull back and stare into my eyes momentarily.
"Are you ready to be my good little slut?"
"Oh, yes Daddy. Please, use me, make me yours," I breathe out in barely more than a whisper. I am so on edge waiting for whatever you will give me. I see the playful gleam in your eyes, and I know I am in for a long night. I love when we play long and hard until I am totally sated.
"Good girl, now on all fours, face down, ass up," you command. I promptly get into position, as the cool air hits my pussy lips, it is obvious how wet I am, and you haven't even touched me. This is what you do to me with just your words and your eyes. Every time you call me your good girl or good slut a new gush of fluid floods my aching pussy. You know me so well and what I need, what I crave.
I am craving this night. I am craving for you to use my body and make me cry out for you. There hasn't been much chance for play lately and the buildup is all but killing me. I feel as though I could cum from a single touch. I shiver slightly, not from the cold, but from the shear anticipation of what is to come. I feel my nipples tighten and my breath comes in short pants. I jump slightly as you run your hand over my bottom.
"Shhh, baby doll. I know you are in need and what you crave. Be patient, you know Daddy always gives you what you need," you soothe me. You continue to rub your hands over my butt and up my back. You want me to be relaxed before we start. Slowly, my breathing evens out and I moan softly. Your rough hands sooth my skin and get it ready for what is to come.
My body slowly relaxes, and I am no longer panting, however, I am still in need of you, of your dominance. One hand leaves my body while the other stills on my back gently holding me to the bed. Your other hand comes down in a stinging slap on my ass. A low moan escapes my throat. I am waiting for more. For you to redden my ass. You begin to rain smacks down on my ass cheeks. Never in the same place twice. You alternate cheeks, slap down on my sit spots, and low in the middle of my ass where it almost connects with my pussy. I moan and wiggle my ass. You slap harder. I know my ass must be a rosy shade of red by now. My pussy is leaking down my thighs as I pant through the delicious painful pleasure of your hand heating up my round globes.
Suddenly, you stop. You begin rubbing your hands over my flaming skin. You dip one finger into the entrance of my soaking wet pussy. "Oh, baby doll, you are so wet and ready for me," you coo at me. I push back a little trying to push your finger in farther. That just earns me another hard slap on my ass. "Patience, little one, you will get what you need...eventually."
I give a frustrated sigh. I want you in me now, but you know my body so well. You know that the buildup is just as important or more so than the actual release. The longer you make me wait, the more you build me up, the more intense the release is. You go back to teasing me. You dip just the tip of your finger in and out of my pussy and slide it up towards my aching clit. You circle it a couple times and then pull away. I let out a groan and sway my hips. My want and need are so great it is all I can do to keep in position.
You step away from me and I hear the clinking sound of your belt buckle. The swish of your belt being pulled through your belt loops sends another flood of juice to my pussy. I love the harsh leather of your belt. The smell of it and the taste when you make me bite down on it. My whole body is vibrating with need. My ass is still smarting from my spanking, but I want more, need more. I hear you wrapping the belt around your hand. You don't double the belt over; you leave the end loose and use it like a lash. I need to feel the leather as it slaps against my skin. I crave the stinging pain as the tip curls around and snaps against me.
You tell me to turn around but keep my same position. This puts my face at level with your hard cock, just waiting to be sucked. Your hand fists in my hair and you tell me to suck your cock. As you slide your smooth hard cock in my mouth, I feel the first slash of the belt across my ass. I moan into your crotch. You push your cock into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat. I make a ring with my lips and suck hard as you pull your cock back out. I swirl my tongue around the tip, savoring the flavor of your skin, the saltiness of your precum. I love having your cock in my mouth, down my throat. I love to please you and give you pleasure. I love your taste and smell, and the way you fuck my mouth.