Kat was given a crypt message by her Dom; To meet him at said hotel room, door would be unlocked at to wear clothes that would be good to be ravaged and destroyed. Also bring a change of clothes also. Tonight multiple fantasies would be fulfilled and possible new kinks discovered.
Kat drove to the hotel dripping wet with excitement. If she guessed, her Daddy Dom would be savagely having at her. They had talked about getting rougher in the bedroom. Daddy's kind heart always kept him in check from going to far. But tonight who knows.
Kat did as instructed and wore and old printed T-shirt, a worn out bra, a pair of cheeky panties. The only nice thing she wore was her leggings. She knew daddy loved her in leggings. So if it added fuel to his fire it would be worth it. She had her long red hair braided into ponytail, and her make up perfectly applied along with the red whore lipstick daddy loved.
Kat entered the hotel and went right to the room. She tired the door and it opened easily. She entered the dark room and locked the door behind her. Only one dim lamp gave any light. She dropped her bag of clothes to change into.
Across from the king size bed was all their toys laid out, like they usually do for hotel play. But no sign of daddy. Kat went to look at the toys laid out trying to imagine what the night had installed for her. All the assorted dildos and vibrators laid out, her ball gage to keep her moaning muffled, lubes, something else. There was a knife set out. Precisely a large hunter's knife Her eyes looked it bewilderly. Suddenly out of nowhere in that small hotel room someone grabbed her. Covering her mouth to prevent her screams. Another on her throat. Her assailant was behind her. Large frame man with strong arms and grip. Frighten she tried to fight and scream by instinct but as soon as heard the growly voice, she slowed her fight.
The voice started "Are you ready for tonight baby girl? And do you trust me with your life?" It was daddy, but she has never felt such heated passions in his grip or voice. All she could do was nod, as she fought for air.
He threw her on to bed like a rag doll. She looked up at him to she him completely naked. His muscles rippled in the dim light, she could barely see his facial features, and his large cock was one stroke away from a complete raging hard on. In all their months together she never seen him like this. She had to admit she was slightly scared and more aroused. He turned slightly grabbing the knife in hand. The look he gave her as he held the potential weapon, really made her more nervous and scared.
In a heart beat he was on top of her, pinning her down. "No screaming," he commanded. His body straddled her body pinning her down.
One hand held the hunter's knife and the other caressed her face. His fingers traced her facial features before running over her lips and mouth.
"You wore daddy's favorite whore lipstick. Good girl." Instinctively Kat opened her mouth and sucked his fingers. As she did, she felt the large cold steel of the knife against her face as it worked downward. She paused in her sucking of his fingers. Harshly daddy slapped her face hard. He's never slapped her or anything close to cruel.
"Who told you to stop sucking?" As he thrusted his fingers into her mouth almost making her gag. The blade of the knife laid flat against her throat, yet she could sense it was deadly sharp.