Everyone is adult in this story, enjoy.
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It had been several days now, and Lily lay in her bed, unable to see. It was late in the pitch black night.
Daddy was not there.
She felt a fur shape on the nightstand and shivered. I've never felt so melted, ground into glass. To have his hands run over me. Not my lover, my owner, to be possessed. I said yes, yes, yes... MINE. I felt it, do anything. I am yours. We say this, say it all the time to lovers. But now, it takes getting used to. The euphoria, the feeling in my beating heart, the sweat trickles down between my breasts, when my legs spread wide. Can I handle this?
I've beem sexually active, still am. He still lets me date. And I have, to make HIM jealous. I thought I knew what sex is, know what I like. Feeling its skin to skin embrace, the feel of clinging naked bodies sliding together, wanting and then having. Climbing inside, being. Disappearing, the YES. The YES. Fuck. The fuck as if your life depends on it. The lazy fuck, the morning fuck. The moans, tongues finding each other, the slap and sigh, and kissing. And oh god kissing. But vanilla sex, vanilla! Hah. Vanilla. Something I enjoy, would never tire of. But that hand at my throat, another held between my legs. The fabric, the fur, the tails, the cords.
God, I am cumming and not even touching myself. O, God. Yes. Ahhhhh. Claimed and controlled, NOT between equals. MINE. HIS.
The wax melting to its flame, how I melt. The fear, the electric fear. The grip of its excitement. The secret, the depravity, the fear. The things I let him do to me, what should I wear daddy? What should I wear under my clothes? His whispers when we are out, make my hairs stand on end, my scalp prickling as he forces my legs apart. The palm at my throat, his hands in my shirt making me squirm.
Will I ever get used to this feeling? Do I want to?
I am Afraid...
But the fear, is
the heart of my attraction.
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She agreed.
Feeling the heat from her body, our exhausted selves. She took my hand and followed, out of the vacant room and into mine. I opened this box in my closet and let her look inside.
The gasp, guttural from her throat. "You can, you can...." I did not want to finish the sentence, her small fingers reaching in the box. Ribbons, and fur, cords and soft leather. Masks, and balls, and ....
Her eyes met mine, we are sitting naked, sitting as if everything is normal and she rolls onto her front onto the be. Yes.
She does not say anything, but her softness, the curve of her ass, her legs, the swell of her pussy between her legs. My hand at the center of her back.
Fuck, fuck fuck. Foreplay be damned. I am so hard, can feel the weight of my cock. Mine. I keep thinking, fucking shit.