The Master of this pussy

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No panties today, baby. Take it off.

I shiver, knowing this is what I want. Knowing you know this is what I want.

I want you to feel that wet cunt all day, baby.

And I totally would—while going about my day, while smoking outside at my balcony, while writing, while reading, while taking a nap—

I want to have easy access to my pussy. Anytime I’m ready, I’ll bend you over and fuck that tight pussy, baby.

And just like that, I’m wet. It’s the power, the command. Knowing I’ll follow. Knowing I want to please. Knowing my mind is being engaged, and not just my body.

***

Tease those nipples for me. Twist them for ten seconds each. Count.

This is a game for us, a chance to play. But also not a game, but a binding. Your mind to mine, your control over me, my anchor in the deep dark.

I count: One.

Make them nice and hard for me to suck on, baby.

Two.

For Daddy’s lips to be on.

Three.

To leave kisses all over.

Four.

Because those are mine.

Five.

Because you are mine.

Six.

Because you’re my baby.

Seven.

I desire you.

Eight.

Look at what you do to me, baby.

Nine.

No panties today. So you’ll be reminded who you belong to.

Ten.

Think of your juices running down your thighs while I lick every drop.

Eleven.

Shit.

Start again.

You’re making me addled.

Count to thirty now, baby. Since you like it that much.

Fuck.

Would you like forty, baby?

I count: One.

***

I will lick that clit over and over.

Fuck. I gasp, breathless, squirming in my chair. Sixteen.

I will finger fuck that cunt.

Seventeen.

I will lick you clean while I put my finger in your ass.

Eighteen.

I will make you hold your pussy lips apart, and I will spit on it.

Nineteen.

This is my pussy.

Twenty.

I can use it as I please.

Twenty-one.

Your panty privileges are mine.

Twenty-two.

Imagine being in public with no panties on and having a wet cunt.

Twenty-three.

Sitting at the table together in public, my hand on your thigh.

Twenty-four.

Moving my hand to start finger fucking you hard in front of everyone.

Twenty-five. Fuck.

Making you squirt all over my hands.

Twenty-six. Daddy, I whisper.

My hand covered in your juices while everyone passes by.

Don’t stop.

Twenty-seven.

No panties. I’ll keep those in my pocket.

Twenty-eight. My thighs are trembling.

We’ll walk and walk while you’re wet.

Twenty-nine.

This pussy is mine. Don’t forget it.

Thirty.

I let go of my nipple, my hand wandering down. Hovering. My clit throbbing. Daddy, I whisper.

Do you want to touch it, baby?

Yes, Daddy. May I please?

May you please do what, baby? Ask properly like a good girl.

May I please touch my clit, Daddy?

Your clit.

That’s more like it. Yes you can.

I start to move my hand—

Spank your clit twenty times.

Fuck.

***

Three.

When we get home, I’ll tie you to the bed, baby.

Four.

The fingers I used to touch you in public I’ll put in your mouth.

Five.

I’m going to make you taste yourself.

Six.

Then I will fist your cunt.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Count, baby.

Seven, I said, my voice trembling.

You won’t be allowed to squirt on my hand, baby.

Eight, I moan.

Only my cock. I want you to squirt on my cock.

Nine.

You’ll lick my cock clean after.

Ten.

Daddy, I said, shaking. I’m too sensitive…I don’t think I can make it to twenty, I gasp.

Then we have no choice but to spank your ass, baby.

I shiver, but my body willingly moves, knowing where I have to be.

We’ll make sure it’s nice and red.

Goosebumps all over my skin.

Such a nice view for me, baby. Now count.

Your palm makes contact with my ass.

I count: One.

***

You’re mine, baby.

I can hear your harsh breathing. My heart is beating fast, my arms trying to find anything of you to touch.

These marks mean you’re mine.

Seven! I scream.

Tell me, baby.

Yours, Daddy, I moan, ready to rise from my body.

I’m going to eat your ass after I cum hard inside it.

Eight, I sobbed. Your hand moves to touch me and I jerk hard, moaning.

My pussy.

You push two fingers inside me and I squirm and fight and try to move against you, your hand flat on my back.

Say it.

Daddy, may I please cum, please please please.

No.

Daddy please please please.

No.

Oh my god, I cried. Fuck. Fuck.

Your hand comes down my ass again.

Nine, I wailed. Starting to shake. Daddy, I gasped. Please. Please.

No.

You rub your palm on my skin, the heat permeating, making us both moan.

You cum when I say so, baby.

I know, Daddy, I moan, I know. It feels so good.

Next one, baby.

Ten, I whispered. Ten, Daddy.

Please, Daddy.

No.

***

You push an ice cube inside me. Cold, I gasp. So cold. Fuck.

Twist your nipples. Again.

You hold your cock in your hands. I moan.

You’ll suck on this too, baby.

Inch by inch down my throat. Your hand reaching down, warm against the ice. I moan.

Imagine riding this, baby. How good it would feel.

My hands on my breasts, my mouth full. All pain and pleasure. So good.

You slide off my mouth to look at me for a second. In full display. So close to cumming. So wet. So ruined.

Daddy, I whisper. May I cum please. Please.

You bend close to kiss me—but then you spit on my cunt instead. Fuck, I gasp.

I want this nice and sloppy for Daddy.

Fuck, I moan, over and over. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Daddy’s cumslut.

Please oh my god, I cried. May I cum please please please.

You’ve made a mess, little girl.

Then you slip yourself inside me without warning, and you’re fucking me so good. My head thrown back, I moan with abandon. I don’t care who hears anymore. I only want this. I only want you.

Please cum hard on my cock, baby.

And then I was flying. I screamed your name, and I exploded and emptied myself of myself.

I need it baby. Give Daddy your cum.

I clawed at your skin, whatever I could reach. I was shaking and shaking and shaking.

***

Out of breath. Out of this world. I tried to return to my mortal body.

Good girl. You did really well, baby.

I mewl a little, wanting to be close to you.

Was the torture too intense, you whisper.

I kiss the palm of your hand. I love it, Daddy.

You turn me on so much.

How will I ever survive today without my panties, I sigh.

You chuckle. I love making that pussy wet, baby.

I love being wet for you Daddy, I said shyly. Hiding my face in the pillow. So you know you’re the only one who can do this to me. Because this pussy is yours.

What was that last one? I didn’t quite catch that.

You pull me towards you so you’re looking at my whole face. Into my eyes.

Because this pussy is yours, I say, my eyes cast downwards.

Fuck yes, baby.

The power you have over me, I whisper. You have my body, Daddy. It’s yours.

I love it when you talk like that, baby.

You have me, Daddy. All of me. This pussy is yours, this ass, these nipples, this mouth. My devotion. My desire. I want you so much Daddy, I confess, burying my face in your chest, not wanting to be seen.

You moaned out loud, your cock twitching. Be careful, baby.

I want to make you moan, I say softly to your skin. I want to make you lose control because of so much want for me. I want to see your cock explode with cum meant for my cunt, my mouth…

You grab me suddenly and kiss me deeply, licking inside my mouth. I really like it when you talk like that, baby.

Want your cum everywhere on my body, I sighed, nibbling your lips. Want to be marked. Want to be claimed. Daddy’s property.

Yes, baby. Mine.

The Master of this pussy. Yours.

You kiss me hard as I sit on your lap, my wet cunt pushing down on your cock while I suck your tongue.

Yes, baby, just like that.

You suck on my nipples while you slowly push a finger in my ass.

I wonder how long you’d last like this, baby.

My pussy tightens around your cock and you moan.

I wonder how long you’d last like this, Daddy.

You push your hips up, and we both groan with the torture.

Want to fall asleep with you inside me.

Want you to wake up as I start to fuck you.

We stay like this for a while. Fucking but not really fucking. Just wanting to be close. Just wanting to be here.

***

Much, much later with your arms around me, your lips nuzzling my nape—I whisper: Daddy, I’m wet again.

Sleep, baby. That’s how I want it.

T. xx

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