"I'll be back tonight baby girl. Have a great day," he said as he kissed her goodbye and opened the door.
Katie watched him go, her body still tingling from the orgasm he had just given her with his tongue. Her thoughts were so full of images and sounds that she couldn't even respond, she simply smiled and waved out the door, holding her robe tight around her. She could still see his face, strong and handsome, a few days of stubble scraping against her naked thighs as she awoke this morning. He was already showered and dressed for work, his suit coat laying on the bed next to him as he slowly and expertly drove her to orgasm.
Another shiver ran down her spine as she felt one final aftershock and she breathed deeply as she shut the door. Finally she realized that she had not said goodbye so she retrieved her phone from the bedroom and sent a quick text. "Goodbye Daddy, I'll be waiting for you." She sent then smiled at the message. "Daddy," she whispered. She still wasn't quite used to calling her lover Daddy, though to be honest it felt so right that she couldn't imagine using his name anymore. Still smiling she set down her phone and pulled off her robe.
Naked, she walked into the bathroom, catching sight of her reflection in the mirror. Not too long ago she would have grimaced at the image staring back at her. Her eyes still saw the same flaws and imperfections that had once haunted her, but though she still saw them as flaws, she no longer cringed and looked away. He had done that, shown her that her body was beautiful, helped her realize that those "flaws" were part of what made her special. The knowledge that he loved every inch of her helped her to feel better about those inches too.
She sighed as she touched a mark high up on her chest, centered on her left breast, where his teeth had sunk into her flesh a few nights before. The bruise gave her such pride as she touched the fading mark, it spoke of the need he had felt for her that night. She remembered when they first met her entire body seemed to be covered with similar bruises, but now there was only the one. She idly wondered why that was as she turned on the shower and stepped under the warming spray.
Why did she carry less marks than when they first began delving into the life of Domination and submission that she had been so curious about? The first night she had finally managed to get him to release his full passion had gifted her with the most love marks, he had been like a caged beast set free after years of bottling up his fury. Most days she could hardly walk after the pounding he would give her, and she'd always wake up with fresh marks. Part of her missed the ache she'd have for days after he'd take her and use her as much as he needed.
"I know he doesn't want me any less than he did then." She thought to herself. He spent all of his free time making sure she was happy, giving her everything she could have ever wanted. They made love constantly, both of them fueled by an insatiable need for each other. He never came until he had given her one mind blowing orgasm after another. She had never met someone so devoted, so caring, so controlled.
And that was exactly the problem, she realized. He was so controlled, always level headed, always happy and at peace. She knew why of course, his promotion had cut his stress level immensely, and their immersion into a D/s relationship had brought him true peace as he learned to accept his natural role as her Daddy. He was so good to her, the perfect Daddy in almost every way. But as she thought about it, she realized that the one thing she missed was being taken and used by him. He was always so focused on her that the only taste of his strength and raw passion she got was when he had been holding off his own orgasm long enough to take care of her first. And when he finally gave in to his own urges and started pounding her he was close enough that it didn't last as long as she would have liked.
All of these thoughts and memories, combined with the unintentional caresses as she washed her body had started a fire in the pit of her stomach and she slid her fingers down to find that her pussy was once again wet and needy. It seemed like she was in a permanent state of arousal ever since she had moved in with Daddy, like something in the air had her constantly horny and needy of attention.
A sigh escaped her as her fingers began to tease and touch her own pussy, gathering her own juices and sliding them over her clit. While she played with herself under the steaming water she thought of ways to get Daddy to lose that control of his. "Maybe if I break the rules he'll need to punish me," She thought, a thrill of pleasure shooting through her as she felt an imaginary slap on her ass. "No," She moaned internally, "Even when he spanks me he's giving me what I want, and he never loses control when he's punishing me." If anything he was in more control when she was in such a position of vulnerability. He'd never do anything to risk actually hurting her.
Maybe she could pick a fight with him? Another jolt of pleasure as she thought of rough hard makeup sex with Daddy. But that would mean doing something to hurt him, and she didn't want to do that. What she needed was for him to have a bad day at work. She remembered the last time he came home after a stressful day. She happened to be wearing a new outfit he had gotten for her, and as soon as he saw her he had literally ripped the outfit from her body and took her then and there, not even bothering to take off his tie as he bent her over and shoved his insistent member deep into her willing cunt.
