"Lift your hair kitten" he says in that seductive and demanding tone meant only for me. I shiver as his words caress me, luring me into submission. I raise my eyes to meet his. He is holding the impossibly black fur lined collar in front of me. It's thick, heavy leather is adorned with silver rings strategically placed along it's center, to secure the leash wherever he saw fit. This is my session collar. Even though Daddy and I have used it many times before, it always scared me a little. It meant things were turning serious. Daddy was going to be able to let go and unleash his inner Bear, the primal force inside him he battles with daily. This is as much about surrendering for him as it is for me. Here, he can truly be himself which makes our sessions so much more powerful and intimate. He is a tidal wave of pleasure and pain, crashing over me and demanding my surrender each time.
I don't want to lift my hair just yet. I want to continue looking into those rich hazel eyes, blazing with so much heat and promise. They keep me locked in place for a moment too long.
"Kitten"
His voice is more forceful now but his tone still soft and soothing, wrapping me in a blanket of desire. I shiver again, smile and slowly turn my back to him, lifting my hair. I feel his breath tickling my exposed skin as he wraps the weighted collar around my neck.
"Mmmm" I moan softly as I feel it tighten briefly before he buckles it into place. I'm caged, encased by his ownership. I instinctively lean back against him, sighing as I feel his hands run from the tops of my shoulders and down my arms. I rest my head back on his chest and push my small ass against his growing cock, trying to melt into him. He feels so good.
"Turn around"
I do as he says, turning all too eagerly to face him again. I watch him as he stares intently at the collar, making his final adjustments. He stops to examine, making sure everything is perfect before locking his knowing eyes on me. I whimper, barely audible. This ritual is all too familiar and I drift closer to submitting. It's exactly like this every time. Daddy needs everything to be perfect before we begin.
I watch as he gets on the bed and lays on his back, legs spread, cock throbbing. I stare in awe, as if seeing him for the first time. It always feels like that, brand new. I can feel my mouth start to water as my eyes drift up and down his body before settling on his cock. I know what he's going to ask me and I painstakingly wait for his question, feeling my nipples harden around the barbells and the wetness starting to seep from between my lips.
"Do you want Daddy's cock in your mouth kitten?"
"Yes, please Daddy" I say, trying not to sound as desperate as I feel. I shakily walk to the edge of the bed and crawl forward, settling myself between his legs and placing my hands on his thighs. I slowly run my lips and the tip of my nose up each inner thigh, taking in his smell, gently licking and nibbling as I go. My lips softly slide up and down the sides of his pulsing member, careful not to touch the tip. I want to experience all sensations before finally taking him in my mouth. The smell of his skin is fresh and clean. The heat of his cock against against my lips sets me on fire, want and need ripping through me. His moans encourage more worship from me and I answer by taking the length of him deep into my tight throat.
"Oh Fuck!" he snarls, his hands tangling in my hair, forcing me to stay put until I gag around him. He pulls me off him and I gasp, tears starting to form in my eyes and spit dangling like a lifeline attached to his cock. We lock eyes and I strain against his hands, trying to get close enough to take him in my mouth again. I need to taste him. Now.
He loosens his grip and I hungrily take him into my mouth again, taking him right to the edge of my throat repeatedly. I wrap a hand around his shaft, pull him out of my mouth and spit all over the head of his swollen cock. I repeat this again and again, coating him in spit, making him slick in my hand. I worked at him ferociously, aching to feel his cum spurt into my awaiting mouth and down my throat. His moans and growls soak my pussy, dripping down my thighs. I need this. I need this desperately.
I feel his hands twist in my hair again and pull me up and off him. We lock eyes and he smiles, watching me gasp for air. My eyes give away my disappointment and the sudden emptiness leaves me craving him even more.
"Face down, ass up Kitten"
