*These characters & this story are based on real, consenting adults in a Dom-Sub/ Daddy-Middle BDSM relationship ship.*
Part 2
"Trust me."
My tongue slips out over my bottom lip and I softly run my front teeth over the small scar there; my nervous tick.
Trust him. I can do that. I do trust him. Don't I?
Well he's never cheated on me, and that's a first. He's never lied to me really in the entirety of our whole relationship. He takes care of me. He cares for me. He does what I need. And that's really the reason why we fell into these roles in the first place. Me, the broken-hearted mess. And him, the stronger of us, my own true-blue hero. Yes, we'd had our more-than-fair-share of fights and hang ups, but I've never once not trusted him.
I glance at him and his eyes burn into mine but not in reprimand. It's emotion there, just beneath the surface, and I know this is a step for us. I take a deep breath, look him in the eye and let it out slowly as I close my eyes. I do trust him.
I feel the heat from him before I hear it when he steps closer, feel his breath on my face as he takes my hands in his. He pulls them out gently until I'm in a 'T' stance. He then smooths his hands down my arms from my fingertips to my shoulders. I feel nothing for a split second, then his fingers trace over my palms and the undersides of my arms. I tense as he gets to my underarms because I really don't want to laugh but I'm too sensitive there.
Instead he walks around me so that he's facing my back and runs a finger down my spine to the dimples right above my ass.
"You know what these are for, right?" He murmurs in my ear while tracing circles around them and I shake my head no.
"They're thumb rests." He presses his thumb pads into my back and exhale through my nose, trying to keep a straight face. I want to be serious about this and I can't tell if he's just having fun testing me or he's just trying to loosen me up. His thumbs press a little more firmly into my back and a little moan-sigh escapes me. His fingers wrap around my hips and squeeze briefly before he continues lower.
I make my spine a little straighter when he gets to my ass. He curls his fingers under each cheek to squeeze there as well. I feel his chest against my back and then his stubble on my neck. His breath on my ear makes me shudder and I feel it in my lower stomach when he whispers, "Spread your legs for Daddy."
I bite my lip again and resist the urge to turn around. I want to feel his lips on mine, but this is an endurance thing and I want to prove I can do it.
I slide my feet out and he runs his hands along the underside of my arms out to my wrists and lifts them up to cross behind my head so I'm holding my elbows. I fix my posture and stick my chest out more. He notices, I think, because he chuckles low in his throat.
He cups each of my breasts and weighs them, squeezing hard and slow, and I squirm. Okay, maybe I can't do this. I'm already almost falling all over myself right now, what am I going to do when he does more?
I gasp when he pinches and rolls my nipples in his fingers while he kisses my neck. Ugh, this is torture. I've always loved being restrained and tied up; it's a huge relief to me to have my ability to control a situation taken away.
But this is different. I'm restrained, but only by my will and his. I could fall on my knees as any moment and fight any of this, and I suppose that's where the test really falls. Whether or not I can give him complete control, willingly, without being forced to.
His hands are back on my hips, done with their detour, and making their way lower. I grit my teeth and force my arms to stay still, force myself to breath evenly.
He places his foot between my legs, and I feel his hard on brush against the top of my ass. He nudges my feet further apart. I take a large breath and let it out slowly, if not somewhat shakily. He's kissing my shoulder and my neck again and resting one hand on my hip and the other right above my clit.
"You doing okay?"
I feel almost dizzy, but I nod my head. It's all he needs to dip his hand and his middle finger finds my clit and starts rubbing it in slow circles. I arch my back and push my chest out moaning softly. His other hand comes back up to cup my left breast and I bite my lips again. He matches the speed of his circles with matching ones on my nipple and I resist the urge to look down or turn my head. Stay still.
The circles become more insistent and I'm painfully aware of how wet he's making me. I want to be obedient but I'm starting to lose it a little. "Daddy..."
"Shh." It's a hard shush, no room for argument. I sigh and slump my shoulders turning my attention back to focusing on breathing. In, out. In, out. In, out.
I feel him slip a finger inside me and I feel myself clench around him. Then there's two. Then three. I feel myself get wetter as he stretches me and uses his thumb to keep rubbing my clit. I feel the roughness of his fingers and it feels so good. Oh my God stay still.
I feel his stubble on my leg and jump a little, trying to resist the want to clamp my legs shut and pull away. Breathe.
I feel him lick my clit and I moan. I can feel it in my toes. He withdraws his fingers and takes a hold of both my thighs and pushes them further apart. I shift my feet to accommodate him. He reaches back and grabs my ass. Tilting my hips forward. I hold my breath as he slowly starts licking my pussy. I squeeze my eyes shut and try and stay still.
I start counting in my head. I get to ten and he starts licking harder. I automatically look down and reach out to put my hand on his head, then I stop and pull back before he notices. I back up and try to keep counting, I'm starting to ache all over. My clit is throbbing and i let out a loud moan, unable to contain it anymore.
"Daddy..."
SMACK!
