I kneel before him at his feet, sitting on my heels. My fingers dig into the soft flesh of the tops of my thighs and I bite my lip again. He's standing over me, his frame towering over me, ready to give me the special treat I'd earned just moments earlier. I'd made up for disobeying one of his orders by kissing his boots, on my hands and knees, muttering soft "I'm sorry, daddy"s. He forgave me, of course. He always does. And he decided to reward me for being so remorseful today. I loved the way his eyes gleamed then, taking in my form groveling at his feet, appraising me as I repented.
His eyes do the same now, watching me squirm impatiently, wanton with desire. His left hand is tangled in my hair, gripping it possessively at the base of my skull as his right hand grips the underside of my chin, gently turning my face up and bringing it forward until my soft lips brush against the velvety smooth head of his thick, erect member. His eyes glint as he looks down at me, saying with a wry smile, "Since you see me as your God, kitten...Consider this your first communion."
"Oh. Oh, daddy..." My mouth falls slack at his words, thankful for being on my knees already as my cheeks flush crimson and his words fill my mind, making my knees weak. In this moment, he takes the opportunity to gently slip the head of his already throbbing member past my parted lips. I hear him let out a small, contented sigh as he feels my soft flesh against him, his fingers wind deeper through my hair and he cradles the back of my head in his palm. "Show your God how you pray to him, little girl," he says softly, his eyes holding mine.
My eyes flutter closed for a moment as I open my mouth wider to accommodate him, my soft lips wrapping tightly around him. I feel his hand gripping my hair and sigh as I take him deeper into my mouth, swirling my tongue around, tasting him. I hear him let out another pleasured sigh as I envelop him between my lips, his eyes cast down on his little girl fervently worshipping at his feet. "That's a good girl," he praises, stroking my hair. "Show your God your devotion."
I let a muffled moan escape, his words unraveling me. I begin to move up and down his length, sliding down as far as I can until I feel him in the back of my throat, I slide back up slowly and suck gently on the tip before repeating the process again. He lets out a deep, satisfied groan of pleasure as my head bobs up and down the length of him, his fingers tightening possessively in my hair again as he feels my muted little moan reverberate into him. "Sing my praises, little girl."
I inhale sharply as his hand tightens in my hair and his words turn my body to jello. I pick up the pace, my hands wander up and I grip his shirt in my hands, clinging to him. I continue my rhythmic assault with my mouth as drool begins to leak and drip out from around my lips and down my chin. He smiles widely, watching me salivate eagerly around the throbbing mass of his shaft and lets loose another low groan of pleasure as I lose myself in my devotional worship. "Peel those panties down, kitten. Bare yourself before your god," he commands, the pleasure I provide him spurring his demands. I slide my mouth down once more, deliciously slow, and back up. My soft lips stretched out around him, savoring him as I pull away to obey his command. I finally release him and rise up on my knees, sliding my panties down my thighs to expose my soft intimate flesh and revealing how wet I've become. His hold on my hair is unwaivering as he wraps his free hand around his shaft and strokes the drool-coated length of his manhood across my cheeks. "Slide your fingers between your thighs, and tell your God whom the only one worthy of worship is," he says.
