We watched a movie and had lunch. The apartment had every amenity except a couch. I was using Daddy’s big chair. The legs had broken in the move so it was quite a bit lower to the floor but still comfy. He was sitting in a camping chair next to me. A very nice camping chair but still not ideal. The dining room table sans legs was propped on a box and made a serviceable coffee table. I told him I loved that set up so much I wanted to permanently cut the legs shorter.
I took our dishes to the kitchen and when I returned he pointed to the floor in front of him. I sank gracefully to my knees. I put my arms around his waist and held him for a moment.
I looked up to him knowing I was here at his feet at his beckoning. “I’m going to answer a few work emails but first you’re going to suck my cock.” I smiled as he pulled down the front of his pants.
“Do you want to suck my cock slut?”
“Yes Daddy, I love sucking your cock.” I do. There is something so incredible about him allowing me to touch his most sacred part. I want every time I pleasure him to be as amazing as I can make it.
Sure, I could be crass and say, all men want you to suck their cock. What’s so amazing? But why be like that? It serves no one. I love to give him pleasure. I love to have a goal and a challenge. My challenge is to make every flick of the tongue cause a reaction, every deep throat push deeper, every tongue caress hit the sweet spot. Otherwise, why bother? Giving my Dominant pleasure is an honor so I treat it as one.
I was languishing in the feel of him on my tongue. I was tasting the cleanliness of him. Aching for a drop of his seed to taste. This wasn’t a blowjob with a direction. We were both sated. This was cock worship. I could blissfully take my time.
“Hm, you’re so clean.” I said with a little something in my voice.
“Too clean for my slut? You want that man musk, do ya?” He knows me. I smiled with cock in my mouth and pulled out to answer.
“Well, yeah. I love me some man musk. Mm hmm.” I licked him and chuckled. I refocused on my task. I love the girth of him, his cock pushing down my throat, stopping my breath, sucking and working my mouth on him.
Damn, I was getting turned on. I felt the banter fall away and the heat overtake me. I looked up to him with a mouthful of cock, eyes glazed with passion. I was struck by the intensity of his steely blue stare. He was watching me and now he had me captive. My heart jumped in my chest.
He pulled me up and kissed me. The fire between us blazed hot and fierce. I became nothing more than a cinder in his embrace. Our kissing drugged me. I fell into a love-induced trance. His lips trailed down my chin. He gripped my hair pulling my head back to expose my neck. His lips and teeth blazed a line down my throat. I whimpered and tried to pull away. “Stay.” He said, halting my escape. I trust him but the instinct for survival is undeniably animalistic. The fear rolls over me and I become prey.
His lips at my throat, locked together in mutual torment, he said,”Amazing. You are incredible. Three years later and you still have me rock hard and on fire for you.” His teeth dug into my throat.
“Daddy…” I entreated. My pussy was throbbing and yet I was about to hyperventilate with fear. “I want you.”
“Come with me.” He stood and pulled me to my feet. I thought we were headed to the bedroom but he led me to the other room. He opened the door. It was empty and cold except for the spanking bench in the middle.
“You are mine. My prize. Present yourself.” He said. I pulled off my pants and mounted the bench. I knew what was coming. All his toys remained packed in the other room. One hand went to my neck the other my ass. Gripping the hair at my nape, he spanked my ass twice…then four times in quick succession. It was hard, it was fast. The pace matched our pheromone fueled heartbeats.
His fingers pushed into my sex. God, I wanted him. The more he spanked me, the more I would do anything to have him. Damn, I had missed him. After warming my ass and my pussy he propelled me to the bedroom for a sound fucking.