Tags: anal, babygirl/princess, biting, daddy, dominance, L Bomb, rough, spanking
I woke up and you were already out of bed. I roll to the side and onto your pillow. It is cool against my cheek. I realize you probably let me sleep in and have already left for work. I hate starting my day without you. Sighing heavily the scent of you lingering softly on the sheets gets my head swimming. Unable to control the urge, I dip down into my wetness. Still in a state from how you left me last night. Replaying the evenings highlight reel as I torment my clit. Pushing my face down into the pillows to muffle my ecstasy.
I enjoy the lazy afterglow for a few moments. The bed growing cold without you. The shower's siren song grows irresistible.
The wet warmth rising through me is so delicious I take a little longer than normal. I shave myself whilst enjoying the water running over my body. Gently running a finger along my slit to be sure not to miss any spots. Gliding across its slickness I notice how swollen and sensitive my pussy is and my skin so soft...I cannot resist the urge for one more release.
After turning off the tap and wrapping a towel around me I open the foggy glass door. I look up to see you standing there in nothing but a devilish grin. You've been watching the water caressing every curve and crevice. Patiently waiting for me to notice your presence.
My eyes wandering, consuming the feast of your flesh. Studying each aspect, the curves, angles, tilt of this, sway of that, the beautiful ratios and relationships of pieces of you. Lost in the focus of the artist inside who is etching you to memory. Each lingering gaze eliciting an animalistic hunger.
Still wet from the shower, I let the towel fall to the floor. I close the gap between us until we're only inches apart. Reaching out and sliding my hands across your body. My fingers pressing into you. Delighting at the delicious dichotomy of your soft skin and the firmness of your muscles flexing under my grasp. As the thought races through me I'm instantly reminded of something else that I love that's shares the same dichotomy that could use my attention. Pushing you back against the counter still being able to see your magnificent ass in the reflection. You seize my hips, pulling me into you, with the same emboldened passion as my feverish figure study.
The way your eyes drink me in, looking at me like I'm infinitely precious, but also like prey to be consumed. You pull my face into yours and I melt into you as you devour my lips and every last shred of self control. I begin to kiss, nip, and claw my way down to kneel before you. Gazing up expectantly coy. You reach down and grab me by the throat pulling me back up to my feet and spinning me around. Your other arm wrapping around my waist wrenching me to you. Feeling your hard cock twitch against my ass as you tighten your grip on my throat. Your lips to my ear "I don't recall giving Princess permission for that. You are gonna have to earn this cock. You want to be my good girl, don't you?" My breathing jagged, and my knees weak. Taking control of my mind before claiming my body. I nod my head in agreement. "The wetness of your thighs was the only answer I needed, baby. "
"Now step forward, bend over, and grab those ankles. Show Daddy what belongs to him." Without hesitation I comply, bending at the hips, pliable to your sway. Your fingers tracing up my thighs and grazing my pussy and ass. Reveling in causing those shutters, ragged breathing, and my growing desperation.
"No coming without permission and stay fucking still."
"Yes Daddy, I'll be good"
