Teasing Her

He'd been standing next to her all night during the concert, watching her dance, trying to stop himself from grabbing her ass right there in public. Two hours was torture - he couldn't help but feel a little relieved when the band said their final goodnights and the crowds started filing towards the exit.

Grabbing her hand maybe a little too tight, they made their way towards where they had parked the car - a place where he couldn't wait to be at least somewhat alone with her.

She could sense that he was on edge, and couldn't help but smirk. He was horny, and she knew that because that's what she'd been going for. The tight skirt, all the hip swinging while she danced - it was on purpose. It had been too long since they'd had some fun together.

The walk to the parking lot was too long, and the sidewalks were crowded with people, and she kept laughing and bumping her ass up against him. It was getting to be a lot; she had to know what she was doing. They arrived at the car and within moments he had her pinned up against the door, his body tightly holding hers against the car. She squirmed, laughing, but he gripped her wrist and leaned in close to her ear. "I know you know what you're doing to me, and you know how I hate being teased," he muttered. "Now get in the car and be quiet until we get home."

Nodding, she let out a heavy breath and he released her, allowing her to get into the car quietly. As told, she didn't make a sound on the way home, save for the fast paced breathing, which he heard from the driver's seat and smirked at, knowing she was getting just as turned on as he was thinking about what he would do to her when they got home.

There were hardly any cars on the road, and they had just hit the last red light before they arrived home. He slowed the car to a stop and she turned to look at him. "Do I get punished now for teasing you?" She asked innocently.

"I told you not to make a sound," he said, looking at her. "And yes, yes you do."

She shut her mouth and, as the light turned green, she suddenly felt his hand on her thigh. With one hand on the wheel and one rising higher up her thigh, they pulled into the driveway. He shut off the car but didn't remove his hand, instead shifting it inward to gently brush his fingers against her pussy, making her gasp.

Pausing to remove his hand, he opened the door and got out of the car, leaving her slumped against the seat until he came around the other side of the car and opened the door, pushing her towards the front door. "Inside, now," he muttered in her ear.

She let him push her inside and waited while he locked the door, turning to face her. "Upstairs," he said firmly. When she didn't move, looking hesitantly at him and wondering if he was going to follow, he moved closer to her. "I said, I want you upstairs. Sit on the edge of the bed and wait for me... that is, if I even decide to come at all. You seem to be into teasing tonight."

Noting the tone of his voice, she turned silently and went upstairs, sitting on the edge of the bed like he had asked, still fully clothed, wondering why he hadn't told her to undress. She could hear rustling downstairs, but she remained alone in the bedroom for much too long.

She could feel herself getting wet, and grazed her hand across her thigh like he had done just before. She couldn't stop from rubbing herself just a bit, and it was at this moment that he re-entered the room.

"I told you to sit and wait for me, didn't I? I didn't say you could touch yourself," he said. She nodded wordlessly, but that wasn't enough for him. "Answer me, babygirl."

"Yes daddy- I'm sorry, daddy."

He folded his arms and walked closer to her. "Well, I was going to be nice tonight and come up here and fuck you, but now I don't think you deserve that." When she bit her lip and waited for him to finish, he walked over to his closet and pulled out several ties. "Lay down."

She shook her head. "Please, no-"

He didn't move. "Lay down, or I'll make it worse." He turned around to find her reluctantly relaxed onto the bed, kicking off her shoes. "Good girl."

He walked towards the bed, sitting at her feet and reaching around her back for the zipper of her skirt. Pulling it off to reveal his favorite black panties, he smirked. "I knew you were doing all this on purpose." He swiftly took her top off, and looked up at her when he saw she wasn't wearing a bra. "I like this look," he said, to which she giggled in response.

He climbed off of the bed and held the first of the ties in his hand, making her immediately stop laughing. "This is why you don't tease me, baby," he said, grabbing both her wrists in his hand and securing them to each other and to the headboard. "I'd rather your hands be on my dick, but since you've been bad, looks like neither of us are getting what we want." She squirmed and pulled on the tie. "I don't like this," she mumbled.

He stopped, hands pinning her legs to the mattress. "First teasing, now complaining?" He picked up the second tie. "You know the rules, baby. I was going to do this last, but you give me no choice." He held her jaw firmly in his left hand, using his thumb to gently caress her cheek. Suddenly he was wrapping the tie over her mouth, securing it tightly behind her head and immediately muffling all her squeals of protest.

The gag cut into her cheek, and she tossed her head around, desperate to break free. However, with her hands tied over her head, she was stuck, more so as he took the third and fourth ties and used them on her ankles, leaving her completely powerless, legs spread wide.

He climbed off the bed and paced around her, her eyes following his every move. Pausing at the foot of the bed, he leaned over and ran his hands up and down her thighs, causing her to squirm and wriggle closer to him. "You look so pretty all tied up," he said, taking a minute to admire her. Her eyes stared at him as he looked her over- her chest heaved up and down, and he had to quickly remind himself that he was punishing her in order to stop himself from wrapping his lips around those nipples and making her toes curl with pleasure. He kept looking, and noticed her absentmindedly grinding her hips into the mattress. Leaning over her body, he placed his hands low on her hips and lowered his head to her stomach, kissing his way down to reach her black panties, where he was pleased to find a dark wet spot in the middle. "That reminds me," he mumbled, the vibrations from his words eliciting a low groan from her. "Daddy got you a present, baby girl."

He reached over into the nightstand and pulled out what looked like a small black flash drive. He pulled back the waistband of her panties and tucked the object inside, noting her confused face before pulling a similar looking object out of his pocket. "I thought about a nice long spanking for your punishment, but since you seem to enjoy that so much, we'll try something else." With that, he pressed a button, and the object in her panties began to vibrate against her clit, the sudden feeling making her let out a muffled scream of surprised pleasure.

She closed her eyes and moved her hips to get as much of the feeling as possible, and he leaned down next to her ear. "Feel good, baby?" He muttered in a low voice, grabbing at her chest and pinching her nipples between his fingers. Her moans, though incoherent, were growing louder by the second. "It's a vibrator, except I control when it makes you feel good."

Suddenly, the vibrations stopped, and she whined loudly.

"We're going to have some fun with this, aren't we, princess?" He said, fingers still pulling at her nipples. "It'll help you learn why daddy hates being teased. And maybe when I come back, you'll be ready to be obedient for me."

Come back? Her eyes grew wide as he realized he was going to leave her there, tied up and soaking wet. She struggled against the ties, but to no avail, and he winked at her before leaving the room and closing the door, clicking the lock behind him.

It wasn't long before the vibrations continued, stopping and starting with agonizing breaks in between. Her loud moans of pleasure were heard throughout the house, as she relished every moment. But he knew her body well, and just when she felt she couldn't take any more, the vibrator stopped, leaving her dripping wet and begging silently for him to return.

The vibrator had been off for at least five minutes when the door opened, and she moaned loudly when she saw him appear in the doorway. He stopped there for a moment, taking in her desperate appearance, before he climbed on top of her and pulled down the gag as she gasped for air. "Are you ready to be good now? Are you going to do what I say?"

"Yes, Daddy," she breathed heavily. "Please, I'll be good..."

"Good girl." He wasted no time in untying her wrists and ankles. "Sit up," he said, to which she obediently sat back on her thighs. "Much better. Now suck Daddy's cock, and he'll make you feel good after."

She eagerly parted her lips and took him deep into her mouth, earning a low groan from him. Licking him up and down, eager to please, she pushed her head down further, taking as much of his big cock into her mouth as she possibly could. At that moment, the vibrations in her panties resumed, and she gasped. He took that opportunity to thrust into her mouth. He loved the way she looked right now- deepthroating his dick, eyes closed in pleasure, loud moans escaping her mouth. If she kept going, he might cum, but he needed to fuck her. "That's enough, baby," he said, pulling her head off of him and throwing her onto her back on the bed. He crawled between her legs and ran the fingers of his left hand up the inside of her thigh.

She watched, breathless, as he pressed his lips along her thighs in slow, gentle kisses. He held her legs in place and leaned his weight on them as he looked up at her. "Now, princess," he muttered. "How can Daddy make you feel good?"