You wake up in my arms as the morning sun touches your face. Outside the window, you see the Argyll Forest. The vacation to Scotland was really a whim but one neither of us regrets. We got a cabin for a week, and for the last three days, we have done nothing but talk, laugh, and fuck. Your body still aches from our last session, and the memory makes you lick your lips.
Your hands cuffed behind your back, a bullet taped to your clit, and riding my dick through no less than fifteen orgasms while out on the balcony. The only sound I allowed you to make was to count each one. The look of dominance, lust, and love in my eyes, along with its mindblowing pleasure, drive you to keep going. You close your eyes and begin to squirm in my arms knowing you aren't allowed to touch yourself without permission but needing release so damn bad.
You: Daddy, are you awake?
In response, I move my hands, putting one on your throat and the other between your legs.
You: Yesssssssssss.
I don't speak as I slowly begin to choke you while using two fingers to slowly massage your clit. Just when it gets hard to breathe, I ease my grip and start all over again. You begin to pant and grip my forearm as you feel the orgasm building. As my grip tightens to choking strength again, you explode.
You: OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!
I release your throat and pull you close to holding you as you squirt all over my hand. You shiver in my arms as you come down from the mind-numbing orgasm and feel my lips on your ear as I kiss you.
Me: Good morning, Snac.
You hold on tight to my arms and smile like a schoolgirl.
You: Good morning, Daddy.
A few hours later, you are in the kitchen making breakfast dressed in a see-through nightie with no underwear. You also wear a studded collar with a vibrating butt plug I can control from my phone.
Music begins to play through the speakers, and your butt plug vibrates to the beat.
You: Oh shit.
