The rain was unexpected. Catching us both off guard, as we left the cab and rushed towards his apartment. It was late. Not a soul was around, leaving the street quiet, as I waited for him to unlock the front door before he ushered me inside.
"Sorry, baby." His voice was deep and rich, but had a playful edge to it. As he spoke, it washed over me sending a shiver down my spine. "Come let's get you warmed up, hm." His hand rested on my lower back, directing me towards the neat and stylishly decorated modern living room. I sat on the soft, placed at the most optimal distance from the large fireplace that Tom began to light. His outfit he wore for our date was impeccable. Well tailored black slacks that clung to him like a second skin, and a crisp white shirt that over the course of the night had its sleeves rolled up. He looked like he walked out of a high fashion magazine, rather than the cocktail bar we had spent the evening on our third date.
I had met Tom online. Like most people my age do know days. Technology and social media was a fucking wonder, for people like me, that found dating to be awkward. We talked for a bit, mostly about our hobbies and our lives. It was so easy to talk to him, so I felt comfortable to share more when he asked about past relationships. There were not many on my end. It's not that I'm unattractive. It's just.. I have interests that cause people to have two reactions. They ever get a bit weirded out, or they get really, really creepy. But Tom. When he found out I wanted a Daddy. Someone to take control of our most intimate time, dominate in a firm but caring way. Well.. we set up a date soon after.
"Nice and warm?" Tom flashed me a smile, before moving to stand in front of me. "How about some drinks? I may have a bit of a home bar in my kitchen."
"Sounds wonderful." I started to get up, only for him to stop me.
"No, no. Stay. I'll get them." With that he headed towards the kitchen. I could hear the soft sound of cabinets being opened, only to be replaced with the soft clinking of glasses.
Taking a slow breath, I settled back onto the sofa. Trying to calm my nerves. It did not take him long to return. I raised an eyebrow at the two rock tumblers of what looked like cola in his large hands.
"Just some rum and coke for now. We can get adventurous.. Another time." He sat next to me, handing me a drink.
"So there's going to be a next time?" I asked as I sipped my drink.
"Only if you are a good girl." He grinned at me over his glass, and I felt my cheeks grow warm. "Before we do anything, ground rules. If you're not happy with anything that we do, you say "Red". Soon as you say it, we stop. But I want you to use it if you're not happy with what's going on. I won't be disappointed. I just want to make sure you are safe."
"Of course." I took another sip of my drink, before placing it on the small side table next to where I sat.
"Good." He polished off his drink in one go, before placing the empty glass on the coffee table. "You have been a good girl for me tonight, haven't you, baby?"
"Yes." I felt my mouth go dry as I saw his eyes darkened with lust.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Daddy." I bit my lip slightly, watching his eyes dart down to them.
Daddy moved closer, stretching out one arm over the back of the sofa, while the other hovered over my bare thigh. Ever so slightly did his hand graze my leg, the slight touch sending sparks to dance over my skin. He had been doing this all night, teasing me with ghosting touches that did not satiate my desire to feel his skin against mine.
"May I kiss you, baby girl?" He muttered into my ear. This close the heady scent of him, rich Sandalwood and Cedar, washed over me. Filling my lungs as I breathed him in. It was the same aftershave he wore on our first date. The one I had admitted to him a few weeks ago, had been haunting me as I went about my daily routines.
I nodded slowly, to be rewarded with the soft press of his lips against mine. It was not our first kiss, that had happened when he dropped me off at my flat on our last date. Since then I wanted nothing more than to feel his lips against mine. The slight tickle of his stubble against my skin as he moved his lips against mine. I melted into him, letting out a quiet moan as I clutched the front of his shirt. His hand finally touched the skin of my thigh, pushing up the edge of my pale pink dress, as it moved higher.
"Fuck, your gorgious baby." Daddy groaned against my lips, only to pull away. Leaving me pouting at the loss of him. "Oh don't worry, there's more to come." He chuckled, his eyes roaming over my body. I had chosen the pale pink shift dress especially for him. I loved how it clung to every curve of my body, the low cut neckline showing my perky breast to his hungry gaze.
"Do you know how hard it was not to bend you over the table in that bar and fuck you for all to see. How hard it was not to pull you into my lap in the back of the cab and take you, see if I could make you cum before we got home."He thumbed the thin straps that held my dress up at the shoulders. "Bet you would like that, huh baby. Bet you would let let Daddy fuck you, where ever he wanted."
The thought of him using me how and when he wanted made me weak at the knees. "Y-yes Daddy." I stuttered, feeling flustered from his teasing.
