Daddy's Girl Ch. 04

*These characters & this story are based on real, consenting adults in a Dom-Sub/ Daddy-Middle BDSM relationship ship.*

Part 2

"Trust me."

My tongue slips out over my bottom lip and I softly run my front teeth over the small scar there; my nervous tick.

Trust him. I can do that. I do trust him. Don't I?

Well he's never cheated on me, and that's a first. He's never lied to me really in the entirety of our whole relationship. He takes care of me. He cares for me. He does what I need. And that's really the reason why we fell into these roles in the first place. Me, the broken-hearted mess. And him, the stronger of us, my own true-blue hero. Yes, we'd had our more-than-fair-share of fights and hang ups, but I've never once not trusted him.

I glance at him and his eyes burn into mine but not in reprimand. It's emotion there, just beneath the surface, and I know this is a step for us. I take a deep breath, look him in the eye and let it out slowly as I close my eyes. I do trust him.

I feel the heat from him before I hear it when he steps closer, feel his breath on my face as he takes my hands in his. He pulls them out gently until I'm in a 'T' stance. He then smooths his hands down my arms from my fingertips to my shoulders. I feel nothing for a split second, then his fingers trace over my palms and the undersides of my arms. I tense as he gets to my underarms because I really don't want to laugh but I'm too sensitive there.

Instead he walks around me so that he's facing my back and runs a finger down my spine to the dimples right above my ass.

"You know what these are for, right?" He murmurs in my ear while tracing circles around them and I shake my head no.

"They're thumb rests." He presses his thumb pads into my back and exhale through my nose, trying to keep a straight face. I want to be serious about this and I can't tell if he's just having fun testing me or he's just trying to loosen me up. His thumbs press a little more firmly into my back and a little moan-sigh escapes me. His fingers wrap around my hips and squeeze briefly before he continues lower.

I make my spine a little straighter when he gets to my ass. He curls his fingers under each cheek to squeeze there as well. I feel his chest against my back and then his stubble on my neck. His breath on my ear makes me shudder and I feel it in my lower stomach when he whispers, "Spread your legs for Daddy."

I bite my lip again and resist the urge to turn around. I want to feel his lips on mine, but this is an endurance thing and I want to prove I can do it.

I slide my feet out and he runs his hands along the underside of my arms out to my wrists and lifts them up to cross behind my head so I'm holding my elbows. I fix my posture and stick my chest out more. He notices, I think, because he chuckles low in his throat.

He cups each of my breasts and weighs them, squeezing hard and slow, and I squirm. Okay, maybe I can't do this. I'm already almost falling all over myself right now, what am I going to do when he does more?

I gasp when he pinches and rolls my nipples in his fingers while he kisses my neck. Ugh, this is torture. I've always loved being restrained and tied up; it's a huge relief to me to have my ability to control a situation taken away.

But this is different. I'm restrained, but only by my will and his. I could fall on my knees as any moment and fight any of this, and I suppose that's where the test really falls. Whether or not I can give him complete control, willingly, without being forced to.

His hands are back on my hips, done with their detour, and making their way lower. I grit my teeth and force my arms to stay still, force myself to breath evenly.

He places his foot between my legs, and I feel his hard on brush against the top of my ass. He nudges my feet further apart. I take a large breath and let it out slowly, if not somewhat shakily. He's kissing my shoulder and my neck again and resting one hand on my hip and the other right above my clit.

"You doing okay?"

I feel almost dizzy, but I nod my head. It's all he needs to dip his hand and his middle finger finds my clit and starts rubbing it in slow circles. I arch my back and push my chest out moaning softly. His other hand comes back up to cup my left breast and I bite my lips again. He matches the speed of his circles with matching ones on my nipple and I resist the urge to look down or turn my head. Stay still.

The circles become more insistent and I'm painfully aware of how wet he's making me. I want to be obedient but I'm starting to lose it a little. "Daddy..."

"Shh." It's a hard shush, no room for argument. I sigh and slump my shoulders turning my attention back to focusing on breathing. In, out. In, out. In, out.

I feel him slip a finger inside me and I feel myself clench around him. Then there's two. Then three. I feel myself get wetter as he stretches me and uses his thumb to keep rubbing my clit. I feel the roughness of his fingers and it feels so good. Oh my God stay still.

I feel his stubble on my leg and jump a little, trying to resist the want to clamp my legs shut and pull away. Breathe.

I feel him lick my clit and I moan. I can feel it in my toes. He withdraws his fingers and takes a hold of both my thighs and pushes them further apart. I shift my feet to accommodate him. He reaches back and grabs my ass. Tilting my hips forward. I hold my breath as he slowly starts licking my pussy. I squeeze my eyes shut and try and stay still.

I start counting in my head. I get to ten and he starts licking harder. I automatically look down and reach out to put my hand on his head, then I stop and pull back before he notices. I back up and try to keep counting, I'm starting to ache all over. My clit is throbbing and i let out a loud moan, unable to contain it anymore.

"Daddy..."

SMACK!

My knees buckle and I let out a loud cry of surprise at the slap to my clit. He rises quickly and catches me, pulling me back up to a standing position. I swallow and he guides my arms back to their previous stance. My legs are starting to shake.

"Daddy..." I start again. He places his hands on my hips again. He tips my chin up. I keep my eyes downcast.

"Look at me." He says in a stern voice. I sigh and look to the side then hesitantly up at him.

"You want another one?" His tone is stern but soft around the edges. But I can tell the intent is real. I close my mouth and shake my head no. He cocks his eye brows at me and I look back down at the floor.

"Good girl." He kisses my forehead then reaches between my legs and I clench them unintentionally. He sighs and pulls back. I see his feet switch stance and I know without looking at him his arms are crossed. He snaps at me and I glance up at him. His face looks like I'm in trouble. His lips are slightly pursed. His eyes are dark. He points at the couch and I lower my arms and back up to sit down.

"No."

I stop. What does he... Oh. I shrink down and try to look at him with big eyes. His expression doesnt change.

"Now." he orders. His tone is sharp now and I feel the sting of disappointment. I failed. And now he's angry with me.

"Daddy, I didn't-" I start, trying to apologize.

"Now." he repeats and points at the couch.

I slump my shoulders in defeat and turn to face the couch. I place my palms flat on the wall above it and bridge my body over it using the wall and the floor for support.

I hear him unbuckles his belt and the sound fills me with a mix of dread and anticipation. I hear him slide it out of his jeans. I brace myself for the feeling of leather on my bare skin.

"You get three."

He gives that a moment to sink in and I take a deep breath. Okay. Three. That's not terrible.

"I'm not going to make them hurt that much. You were being a good girl." I sigh. I don't feel like it. He pauses before adding, "I'm proud of how far you did get." Warmth from pride fills my tummy and I give a small smile, despite my position.

"You just need a minute to remember that you're not in charge here." he continues. He runs a hand over my ass before squeezing it. "Remember your mine. You belong to me and I can do what I want with you." I bow my head in a submissive gesture.

"So I'm going to spank you and then I'm going to fuck you." He finishes. "What's your safe word?"

"My safe word is red, Daddy." I murmur just loud enough to be heard. I hardly even need the punishment now; I've already sunk into sub space.

He leans over me and kisses my cheek. I look over at him; he has the belt doubled over in his fist. "Ready?"

I nod. "Yes, Sir."

"Count." Smack!

"One." He was right, they don't hurt that bad, just a quick sting.

Smack!

"Two." I bit my lips and curl my fingers against the wall. One more. I try and relax. He's been known to make the last one hurt more on superficial punishments.

SMACK!

Definitely harder. I whimper and bite my lip. "Three!"

He tosses the belt on the floor and yanks down his pants with a loud snap. He pulls my hips out with one hand and then pushes my legs apart with the other. I feel him push inside me and let out a load moan. Oh, that's right. That's why he didn't feel the need to spank me harder or more; This position causes him to hit my front walls and is intense enough to make me scream.

"I love this ass." He tells me between thrusts. "I love how red it gets." He slaps it again and I cry out. "Tell me who's ass this is?"

I slip my arms down lower hoping he won't notice. I know he picked this position as another punishment, but it's too intense after the first few strokes. He does notices though, and he smacks my ass again, harder, causing my legs to buckle. He wraps an arm around my hips and pulls me back.

"Put them back." He thrusts hard with each word and I shake my head crying out.

He slows his pace. I hear him chuckle again. "Oh, you were doing so good." He reaches down and grabs my wrists, pinning them back on the wall. He pushes into me hard and fast and I cry out again.

"If you move them again, I'll get the belt back out. And This time, it will hurt. Do I make myself clear?" He tilts my hips and does it again.

"Yes!" Tears sting my eyes and it's almost a sob.

"Yes what?"

He starts his pace up again and I choke out, "Yes sir!"

"Good girl." He reaches down and wraps his hand around the back of my knee, hitching it up on the couch. Then he does the same to the other one. I inhale through my teeth in sharp pain and drag my nails on the wall.

"Daddy!"

"Daddy what?" He growls and smacks my ass again.

"Please!"

"Please what?" He pulls on my hip with one hand and pushes my back into a deeper arch with the other, making me scream. "You're not telling me anything."

The intense feeling escalates to the point of pain, and I cry out more and beg him to give me a break

"You want a break?" He slows again and I pant out a shaky, "Yes, please."

He kisses my upper back and reaches around me to slowly rub my still throbbing clit and I sink lower into the couch.

"I'll give your pussy a break but that just means I'm going to use a different hole."

Before I can say anything, he pulls out of me and turns me around.

"Mouth or ass babygirl? It's your choice." He strokes his cock as he stands over me and I cover my face and shake my head.

"Either you pick, or I will."

"Can we just try again, Daddy? Please?" I'm trying not to whine. "I'll be good."

"Mmmm. See," He grabs my hands away from my face. "that's what you said before. We can try again another day. Because right now I'm done being nice and I want to keep fucking you. Hard."

I bite my lip and look at the ground.

"Make a decision. Or I'll decide. And you know what I'm going to pick. Three."

I pick at my fingernails, trying to think of what my other options are. I could use my safe word. But that would still lead to a different punishment. Plus, I don't really like using my safe word unless its dire.

"Two."

Better make a decision before I make it worse.

"Mouth." I whisper.

"Get on your knees then."

I sigh and slip off the couch.

"Yes, Daddy."