Welcome to a young woman's bedroom, small in an off-campus house.
Lizzie is laying on her stomach on her bed, legs up and swinging back in forth to the music playing through earbuds.
She's bopping her head along and scrolling through Facebook to check up on her friends.
Lizzie is curvy with brightly colored hair, a 20-year-old model of bubbly effervescence. She's wearing a tight and thin white T-shirt that allows the black lace of her bra to be seen. A short skirt barely covers her ass, and a quick look can tell she's wearing black lacy panties that are nearly a thong.
There's a knock on her closed bedroom door, but she obviously can't hear it.
Since there is no answer, the door opens and an older man enters.
He's dressed for work, a blue suit with a white shirt, tie loose in his collar. He has a stern look on a face, until he looks down on the bed. A smile crosses his lips as he takes in the sight before him, his babygirl nearly showing all of her delightful assets. The smile moves on quickly, and he reaches out to grab one of her bare swinging feet.
He admires the glittery pink polish on her toe nails, but that admiration is brief as Lizzie jolts in surprise.
She rolls onto her side, unaware her skirt and shirt bottoms of risen up.
"Oh! You scared me, Sir! Thankfully its just you. I thought maybe someone snuck in to take advantage of me," she says sweetly while looking up at him from the bed.
An almost evil grin forms on his face.
"Who said that wasn't my intent, babygirl," he says with a chuckle, making Lizzie gasp in anticipation and slight fear. She knows he'll keep her safe, but she has no control over what he does to her mind, body, and soul. He likes to challenge her completely.
Still holding her foot, he pulls her toes to his mouth and kisses them softly, slightly tickling her and also making her crotch tingle. She gasps in pleasure as he bites on her sole and growls in need. Her pussy contracts as she groans.
"That shirt is see-through, babygirl," he notes between kisses on her feet. "Did you wear it out in public today? Teasing the world with your soft round breasts in that sexy bra?"
Lizzie lays with her eyes closed as he runs his fingers down her calf to her knee then her thighs. The pleasure of his touch abruptly ends with a SLAP on her inner thigh. The sting triggers a matching twitch in her pussy, and she almost whimpers.
"Answer me promptly when I question you," he commands.
"Yes sir, I did," she shyly but honestly responds. "I went for coffee and I had to get an oil change."
"Oh is that so? Did you like all the gazes your tits no doubt received? And this skirt, it's screaming 'fuck me.' Did you like teasing them with my pussy?" He pulls her by her legs to the edge of her bed.
"Yes, Sir."
"Yes Sir, what?" He demands as he grabs scarves off her dresser and ties one to her bed frame, then rolls her over onto her back in the bed's center.
"Yes Sir. I loved teasing them with your pussy. It made me damp to feel them watch me walk away, and know that they can't touch me without your say so," she answers as he ties her leg up, spreads her legs wide and ties her other ankle to her bed with another of her scarves.
"Good girl," he praises. "But next time wear that plug I just bought you."
She blushes at the thought. He chuckles as she pulls her arms up and uses two more scarves to secure her hands to opposite bed posts.
"Ah, I love to make your cheeks red. You look particularly fuckable when you're embarrassed." Now that she is contained, her pussy wet through her lacy panties, he can see her dripping. He walks to the other side of the bed; he wants to play with her senses, so he removes his tie and places it around her head as a blindfold.
"I'll be back for you when I'm ready," he almost growls in her ear, making her whimper with need.
She's wet, almost panting and such a beautiful sight — his delightful Baby Girl tied spread-eagled to her bed, blindfolded and almost thrumming with sexual tension. He admires the view of her helpless form and smiles. She hears him leave her room and start the shower. She knows his normal after work routine and wonders when he'll come claim her.
Sir takes his time in the shower, scrubbing the day's cares away like so much dirt. He pays special attention to his cock and ass, both of which will be served to Lizzie whether she wants it or not. He knows she'll squirm and attempt avoid his commands, but also knows she loves his demands.
He dries himself and dons a soft robe she keeps for him, tying the sash loosely. His cockhead threatens to peek through the robe front. It would not bother him if it does. He knows if Lizzie saw it when he re-enters her room, she'd lick her lips and salivate like the dog she is.
He pours himself a whiskey. While a shower washes away the outside world, the splash of sharp liquor turns up the fire that has been building inside him ever since he glimpsed his precious babygirl in her room.
Enough time has elapsed, and he walks surely to her room. Opening her door, Sir is not only greeted with the beautiful sight of her struggles in sexual frustration on her bed, but the sweet, delicious aroma her body exudes — her shampoo, body lotion and, most importantly, that young, pink pussy that so enraptures him.
"Sir," Lizzie asks as she hears the door open. "Is that you? Have you returned to set me free?"
"Yes, my sweet pet," he responds, closing the door behind him. "Free of the confines of those rags of temptation you seem all to eager to parade around in."
He walks silently to the side of the bed and watches as she tries to find him by sound. Her bright hair is still in pony tails. Her makeup highlights her wicked youth. Her chest heaves as she waits for him, her plump breasts pushing the limits of the black lace bra that contain them with each breath drawn in. Her shirt, featuring a childlike image of a unicorn in a raised stance, is near transparent, allowing him to see nearly every single aspect of the lace, and her nipples as they stand erect underneath the clothes.
Sir reaches out a hand and touches her forehead. Lizzie's writhing stops as she acknowledges his presence and touch. He slowly traces the finger down her nose and drops it to her lips. Lizzie immediately opens her lips to capture Sir's digit, and begins to suck it like a miniature cock. He grins and enjoys the sensation, the hunger she displays, then withdraws it with a pop to continue the journey.
His finger traces her jaw line from her chin to below her ear, then slides softly along her neck. It tickles and she involuntarily giggles.
SLAP! His other hand strikes her bare thigh, causing her to wince and moan.
"What did I say about giggling when I touch you, Lizzie," he demands.
