I'm standing at the kitchen counter busying myself with the evenings dinner.
As always AirPods in, music playing.
In my own world.
I don't hear Daddy come in & walk up behind me.
I jump a little at the sudden feeling of his hand on my right shoulder the other hand grasps & softly touches my right buttock.
I want to turn around smile & greet my Daddy but know I shouldn't while he stands behind me.
His hand now begins to work itself into & down the back of my trousers & panties.
I let out a slight moan & naturally move my feet further apart while slightly beginning to bend over.
My hand grips tighter onto the knife I had been using as his fingers part my arse cheeks & move towards my already wet pussy.
I love when Daddy touches me from behind like this, ignoring my aching sensitive clit because his fingers find my hot wet hole before it.
His fingers start to tease & rub the entrance to my now needy hole & I fight not to push myself down onto them.
Daddy is in control of when or if I get to feel him inside me but I can't help gyrate my hips along with his circling fingers.
I feel his other hand tighten on my shoulder but that is the only sign that accompanies his two thrusting fingers which push in one movement deep inside me.
I groan as I feel them going deeper & clench around them tightly.
And then I hear myself sigh as he brings them out as abruptly as he did going in.
His hand on my shoulder now moves & takes out my airpod & I hear my Daddy's voice.
"Turn around pet & open up that pretty mouth for Daddy"
As I start to turn around I realise I still have the knife in my hand & drop it.
I open my mouth obediently.
Daddy holds his hand up & I begin to lick my sweetness from his fingers,
my lips forming a tight circle around each one in turn, sucking as I do so.
I know this drives Daddy up a wall.
I watch the expression on his face shift to one of possession & desire. I had flipped the switch & this is when one of my favorite sides of Daddy comes out to play.
With an intense glare, Daddy moves his other hand to lightly grasp my neck as he withdraws his fingers from my warm mouth and whispers in my ear:
"Is that what you want, slut?"
I silently nod.
"Speak," he commands.
"Yes!" I eagerly reply.
"Yes, what?"
I pause for a moment, taunting him with my eyes. He repeats the question, tightening his grip around my throat.
Again, I remain silent.