Walking through the door, the blue tint of the light in the lounge I see you draped over the couch, one exposed leg, naked draped over the edge.
The sound of my keys on the hall table cause you to stir in your sleep as your hand appears from under the blanket, covering your forehead as your face turns into the cushion, subconsciously shielding you from the commotion through the doorway. I'm much later than anticipated, the meeting had dragged on, so by default I'd already forgiven you for not being in position ready for use when I got home before I'd even walked through the door.
Undoing my tie, loosening the top button of my shirt as I pull it through from around my neck, toying with the fabric between thumb and forefinger I watch you sleep as I reminisce of the times I've used it to bind your hands as I've used you, wrapped in my fingers as a tool to pull you closer to me and you take me into your mouth deeper.
You stir once more twisting and turning in the blanket, gathering it between your thighs as your naked ass is is revealed by the blue night light. Walking over to you, trying unsuccessfully to to separate the blanket from you I concede and pick up your limp body together with the blanket, your hair partly falling to the side, partly matted against your forehead sticking with sweat.
Walking you to our room rolling you sideways as I pry the blanket from you, laying you on your side you moan, half in frustration, half in comfort knowing daddy's finally home.
As your leg lifts higher towards your chest I notice glistening in the night light from the wet trail down your inner thigh, released by the pressure of my arms firmly gripping your body as I lifted it.
A now familiar sight to me and no longer a surprise, if anything a disappointment when I don't see it, when you're not soaking wet in anticipation of me. I trace the line with my finger tip, instinctively your legs part in your semi conscious state and I see you are completely soaked, more so than usual.
My fingers trail further upwards I place a kiss on your neck.
"Ready kitten?"
My test to see how conscious and aware you are, making sure you're not asleep.
"Mmhmmm always for you Daddy."
Two fingers slide effortlessly inside you, a third needing a little more pressure as I stretch you open further for me. Arms now free for a change your hand reaches up to caress my face seeing your fingers glisten for the first time, my heart races.
I'm filled with disappointment, realising why you're so wet.
Removing my soaked fingers from you I bring them to your lips as your mouth instinctively opens to take them in and clean them, eyes opening slightly as you lick and suck them, your hand envelops mine as you moan at your taste.
Eyes growing wider, now fully awake as you remember what happened, knowing that I know what you did too.
"Please daddy no!."
Staring down at you, my demeanour changing as my heart rate increases, knowing what needs to come.
"I didn't mean to daddy I promise, it was only for a little while when I was trying to stay awake for you."
Removing my fingers from your mouth, wiping what's left on the side of your face before standing beside the bed, looking around the room.
You reach for my belt undoing it while unbuttoning me before easing down my pants and shorts, finding me shining with pre cum, not knowing if it's because of how wet I found you, or that I need to now punish you - not realising it's actually both.
Taking me slowly into your mouth, your lips press tightly around the head as you slowly draw me in, knowing how much this always pleases me. For a brief moment I'm lost in your efforts to please me but also to avoid the inevitable punishment to come.
'At least if I remind him how I'm completely his and how much I adore doing this for him, he'll go easier on me'.
Pulling back, the string of saliva and pre cum between me and your lips.
'Go easy? Not a chance. What kind of daddy would that make me if I can be manipulated like that'.
Your hands grip my hips as you look up at me, moving forward to take me into your mouth once more, a last desperate attempt to avoid the inevitable and as tempting as it is to let you serve me, to use your mouth and throat then punish you after, I know, we both know, the punishment won't happen if I do. So I step back gripping your hair in my fist, pulling your head back.
"We've talked about this kitten."
"I know daddy but...."
"Quiet! there's no excuses, there never is."
"Please daddy no, please please I won't do it again."
Standing over you, staring, wondering why you've not moved an inch, realising you think you'll get get out of this one.
Gripping your hair in my fist, dragging you off the bed across the floor to the wall, pressing your face flat against it as I kick your feet apart.
Slowly, reluctantly you reach back spreading your cheeks as your fingertips pull your lips wide open, your feet moving further apart as your face lifts off the wall. A mixture of your make up, your come and your tears leaving a mess on the wall as you press your nose and nipples against it.
You've only had to do this a total of seven times since I've owned you, twice in person like this and you hate it even more when it's in front of me. The disgrace and shame coupled with how degraded you feel exposing yourself like this, more so knowing there's now a trail working it's way down the inside of your thighs, both of them.
I sit back in the chair, slowly stroking myself, watching your thighs get wetter and you squirm and breathe heavier, desperately trying not to move so this is over with sooner.
Your wet folds close as the wetness betrays your need to hold them open, on full view to me. I throbs even more at the sight of you desperately trying to hold yourself open, to show me the holes I own.
After a few minutes, I walk over to you, gripping your hair pulling your head back while trailing my fingers loosely around your neck, feeling you try to push forward into my grip, but you don't deserve such a treat tonight.
"I'm so sorry daddy, I really am, I'll do anything, anything I promise."
A thud against your ass silences you, then your body tensing as I force two fingers inside you, deep and fast, straight away finger fucking you. Bracing yourself to take what I give, part relieved at the attention and pleasure, part fearful of what's to come, after all, this isn't punishment.
"Don't you dare come, no matter what I do."
"I won't Daddy I promise."
Another finger now effortlessly slides inside as your legs start to shake.
"So many promises, just like the last time I caught you playing without permission."
"Daddy I....."
"Quiet! I don't care."
Fucking you harder, your orgasm approaches as you desperately try not to come.
"Daddy please, I'm going to come."
"You think??"
Fucking you harder, the noises filling the room as you soak my hand and your thighs.
"Daddy PLEASE!!."
Pulling my fingers out, gripping your hair with my fist rubbing my soaked hand across your face, smearing it all over.
"What's your favourite number?"
"56 daddy, why?"
"oh dear, you poor poor kitten."
"Daddy why?? Please tell me."
"Oh don't worry you'll find out soon enough."
Walking over to the kitchen, you hear the tap run as I pour a glass of water, your mouth salivating as you now have a desperate thirst. You hear the tap pour once more before I walk over to you holding the glass to your lips.
"Drink."
You take a sip, your hand gripping my arm to steady yourself as you drink the whole glass.
"I know I promised it wouldn't happen again daddy and I've tried really really hard. Thank you for training me and your guidance. I promise it won't happen again, again."
"I know, and you're right you have tried hard, it's been much longer since the last time, but I still need to punish you when you break a rule, otherwise you'll forget your place."
Letting you stand as you finish the glass, your hand stroking the back of my neck while looking into my eyes, trying to read me. Leaning forward to nestle your face into my shoulder, relaxing as you press your naked body against mine.
"Bed time now daddy?"
Stepping back, surprised at your suggestion, I look back at you.
"Bedtime?, I haven't even finished your punishment yet."
"Position 7."
Your skin turns white as the blood seemingly leaves your body and you realise the wall was only the beginning. How could you have thought that your punishment would be so lenient, after all, the last time you broke this rule you were made to come over and over again for hours, tied to a table with a toy in and on you, whilst occasionally having your mouth and throat put to use.
Slowly, reluctantly you go back to the wall, bending over your hands flat against it with your head resting on your forearm. Legs together and and back straight.
"With or without?"
You think for a moment, contemplating your choice to have a gag in your mouth or not, probably the only choice you'll have this evening.
"Without."
Smack!
The stinging against your ass as I hit you hard.
"Without please Daddy."
'if I'm going to cry out tonight I want Daddy to hear it too.'
Looking at you, taking in your beauty and the sight of your perfect ass and pussy lips tight together. I can't help but smile and walk forward, slowly pressing the tip of my cock between your lips, easing myself inside you.
Fuck it feels so good and tight, feeling you completely grip me as I slide in deeper.
Gripping your hips, finger tips digging into your flesh as I start to fuck you, using you completely for my pleasure.
"What was that number again?"
