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.
"I know you would. Because you are Daddy's good girl." His thumbs pushed down the straps of my dress. The top of my dress slipped down, sliding against my skin as it revealed my bare chest to him. My nipples started to pebble as he brushed his thumb over them. Circling around them drawing them into stiff peaks. "So fucking beautiful." He took one of my nipples into his warm mouth, swirling his tongue around it, before lightly scraping his teeth over it. While his hand teased the other. I let out a gasp, running a hand through his soft black hair and pressing my chest into him. I wanted more, needed to feel more of him. With a wet pop, he let go of my breast, placing biting kisses onto my skin, as he moved to take the other nipple into his mouth.
"Daddy, please." I begged needily.
"What does my baby need?" He abandoned my nipples, taking to trailing kisses over the swell of my breast, up towards my neck.
"Please Daddy, I need you." I took hold of his hand, pressing it against my thigh and urging his hand to slip under my dress. "I need to feel you." I whimpered.
"Such a needy little thing." Daddy's hand moved higher, squeezing my thigh before slipping between my legs. His fingers gently brushed against my damp panties. "So wet for me." he pushed them aside, before brushing against my slick lips. His teasing continued, as he brushed against my clit, circling it with his thumb as his fingers slipped into my wet heat.
"Daddy!" I gasped as his thick finger filled me. He thrust his finger into me, before adding another two fingers into my core. Stretching my hot walls around him. He was skilled with his fingers, playing me like a well tuned instrument as he brushed against the bundle of nerves deep inside. Drawing me closer to my release.
"Fuck, I love the feel of your pussy around my fingers." He rasped. "I can feel you clench against me. Tightening around me." Daddy started to speed up his thrusts, pulling me closer and closer to the edge of the precipice. Drawing needy moans from me as I writhed against his relentless assault on my pussy. I rocked myself against his fingers, urging my release to build quicker.
"I want you to cum around my fingers, baby. Cum for me." Fire spread through me as I rode his fingers, grinding against his palm. "Cum for me, now." He breathed. It was all I needed. His command sent me spiralling over the edge, as I shattered against his palm.
"Good baby, such a good girl." He purred his praise, before slipping his fingers out of me. I whimpered at the loss . I watched as he licked the slick off his fingers, letting out a low moan. "Fuck, you taste so sweet baby." he brushed his finger against my lips. "Taste yourself." I slowly licked my own slick of his fingers, tasting the mix of myself and his skin on my tongue, keeping eye contact with him as I did.
"I'm gonna fuck you on this sofa, baby." Daddy pushed me backwards gently, moving to cover me with his body. I began to open his shirt, popping the buttons through their buttonholes one at a time, before sliding the shirt over his shoulders. Dropping the material to the floor next to us. Daddy was lean, well built but not too muscular. The dark trail of hair from his belly button, that disappeared under the waistband of his slacks drew my attention to the growing thick length of him, straining against his trousers.
"Your very handsome Daddy." I ran my hand over his flat stomach, he had leaned back allowing me to explore with my hands.
