Daddy's Girl

 

I was so horny.

He wouldn’t let me cum.

Instead, He tortured me….. Squeezed my breasts, bit my neck, played his fingers over my throbbing cunt like one idly fingers the keys of a piano.

Finally, in an uncharacteristic act of dominance I pinned him to the bed. I tried to mount His cock, but He wouldn’t let me, kicking his legs to the side. Instead he smirked at my frustration and I started to grind my pussy against his thigh instead.

“Please Daddy!?”

“No, pet…”

I blushed and continued to grind. The dull friction maddeningly-unsatisfactory-but-kinda-sort-enough.

“Pleeeeeeeeeeease,” I begged.

He smirked and let me continue to grind. My cheeks flushed red, I attempted to hide my face.

“What are you doing, little one?” He questioned as he gripped my chin and pointed my eyes in his direction, “gimme those eyes”.

“Yes Daddy”

I bit my lower lip and continued to rock back and forth against his leg. Embarrassed at my own greed, lust, and hunger compared to his calm, control.

“How does it feel pet?”

I felt myself begin to lose control. Fuzzy around the edges. I barely stammered, ”Good, Daddy”

“Good girl,” he assured me, spurring me on.

I rocked, grinded, bit my lip, focused on the tightening of my little abs, the building pleasure, His smirk and eyes focused on my own - still piercing mine. In a final act of cruelty he sucked and bit my lip as I struggled to get off on him.

I whined.

“You want to cum, pretty girl?”

“Please….”

“Please what, baby?”

“Please may I cum Daddy? Please may I cum for you?”

“Yes, baby. Cum for me”

Daddy said I could cum. My jerking, grinding, and thrusting on his leg became more erratic. I let go, cumming all over Daddy’s strong leg as he watched me and smiled.

“Good girl”