Generational Gifts Ch. 09

"Ropes..." I barely recognized that it was my voice.

"What was that?" Dad practically hummed. I blushed, looking up at him.

"May I be tied up, sire?" I shyly asked him. He leaned down and kissed my temple. I closed my eyes, choosing to enjoy the loving connection.

"Sorry, little one, maybe tomorrow. I don't feel like returning to the playroom to get it."

"I'm sorry, sire." I chose to follow my training and apologize for attempting to control things. I couldn't help but think to myself, 'Master would have been prepared.'

"This will be the only leeway I give you. You will be punished next time."

"Thank you, sir, for being so forgiving of this slut who is relearning herself."

"Show me how thankful you are. On your knees, suck me off." I darted off the bed. Dad sat on the side of the bed, watching me. I was determined to show my worth. Very slowly, I started to slide my tongue along his length. I used my hands to maneuver him into my mouth. After that, I placed my hands behind my back, remembering very well that this person preferred to face fuck me. So it was best to please him until he was ready to do as he liked with me. It wasn't long before I felt his hands on my head, and he took control of my movements. It was clear that I was out of practice. But, I was proud that not all my skills had been forgotten by the passing of time. I dutifully took his cock down my throat. I opened myself as best I could for his strong strokes.

He started to speed up. Perhaps he sensed that I was adjusting quickly. My mind was racing with the idea that I was doing this again. I was so happy to be used. Especially in this face fuck, my only task was to open my mouth and receive him. It required no thought, no effort. I could live in this moment to please him. It made my pussy leak with excitement. Sire pulled out of my mouth and started to jack himself off in front of my face. I opened my mouth and watched him do this.

"So fucking good, you little slut. I am so excited this useful mouth is now at my beck and call. You will be spending so many mornings on your knees for me. I have a feeling most of your morning meals will be mixed with my cum."

"Yes, sire. A slut requires a balanced meal." I playfully responded. Dad jerked off onto my chest. I looked down at my painted chest. For the first time, seeing my tattoo didn't bring such intense pain to my chest. I was missing him, but I felt like he was here now. I was covered in cum because he created this moment. A moment for me to live and grow in.

"You're sleeping with that tonight." My Dad drew my attention back to him.

"Yes, sire, thank you for your gift." I looked up at him, smiling.

"On the bed. You will be sleeping with my cum leaking out of your used hole as well." I stood up and took my face in his hands. He kissed me. Unlike when he was fucking my face, his touch now was gentle. As we kissed, he pushed me gently to let me fall back on the bed. I spread my legs to invite him. He smacked my hole with his cock twice, spit on my slit, then slowly slid into me. I gasped, feeling the intrusion of a man inside me after so long. He took a moment to allow me to welcome this feeling before speaking.

"You will never again go as long as you have recently without cock in your hole. I promise you that."

"Yes, please, sire, it is meant to be used." I moaned.

"It is...by me and by others, Renee." I looked up at him, frightened.

"You agreed to your whore training. The loyalty to your owner is no longer tying you down." He bent down and kissed me sweetly--the opposite of what his words were portraying. "You need to be with others. Not just me. It doesn't have to be right away. But I will set you up on dates. I will create opportunities for you to experience others. The safe word is always available to you. But, it is time to move forward truly."

Even though I felt extremely vulnerable and uneasy, I nodded. My Dad saw right through me. He kissed me again and decided to drop the subject. But he promised that we would return to it tomorrow during negotiations.

"Enjoy this moment, Renee," Dad whispered in my ear. I listened to him over the sounds of my moans. This is the moment where your new life begins--a rebirth, if you will." I gripped his shoulders, feeling so much that it was overwhelming.

"I never expected that this would be the life that you chose. But I will support you. Every day, I will torment you and pleasure you. I will teach you how to serve me and others. I'll fuck you till you can't stand a single day without someone using one of your cock holes."

"Fuck! Sire, may I cum!" I clawed at his back, pulling him close to me. I wasn't sure I could control myself if he told me to wait. I screamed, hearing the sweet words of him telling me to cum hard on his cock. My orgasm set off his own, and soon, I was feeling his warm spurts plastering my walls.

Dad pulled out of me and kissed my temple. He ordered me to go to bed and to leave his cum where he had left it. He promised to get me in the morning. I was eager for a new day for the first time in a while.

I climbed the stairs in a good mood. In my hand was my father's morning cup of coffee. The morning routine had been ingrained in me these last three months. I opened the door to his bedroom and found him already awake. He was enjoying a relaxing morning, scrolling through his phone. I walked in and gracefully knelt at his bedside, offering him his morning cup of coffee. I smiled at him and greeted him. He didn't look up from his phone and took the cup. I waited patiently for him to take a sip. When he said nothing, I knew I had made the beverage to his liking. I moved on to the next morning task.

I joined him on the bed, kneeling at his side. I removed the blankets from his lap but left them on his legs since it was a colder morning. I leaned down to kiss his thighs before sucking his cock into my mouth. My blowjob service was slow and meticulous. Sire continued scrolling through his phone and drinking his morning coffee. I felt his cock grow with my work. I took him deep into my throat but also made sure to give attention to his balls as well. I was sucking on his head when Sire adjusted himself to sit up higher against the headboard.

After doing this morning routine for so long, I understood this silent notification of what I was expected to do next. I moved myself to lay on my stomach between his legs. I licked his balls, focusing on that erogenous zone. He bent a leg to put his foot on my shoulder. This opened up his perineum and anus to me. I gave them equal attention as I was giving to his balls and cock. When Sire decided I had worked that part of his anatomy enough, he put his legs down. I returned to sucking his cock down my throat.

I loved this morning routine. Throughout it, Sire makes a point of refraining from directing or giving me orders. There was an understanding that I was to please him and nothing else. My function was to please him by any means necessary. I was a pleasure tool--almost at the same level as an Alexa or Siri, who would do what was asked. My existence was a tool to pleasure another person. Acceptance of this fact was so hot for me.

Sire groaned. This was the signal that he was going to cum. I sucked on his cock until I felt his warm cum on my tongue. I stopped momentarily, then sucked the last of his seed out of him. When I was sure I had fully collected all of his orgasm, I sat up on my heels. I knelt, looking ahead at the wall with his sperm sitting in my mouth. It was a few minutes before Sire put his phone down to give me his attention.

"Swallow." He told me. I swallowed the load gratefully, then opened my mouth to prove that I had done what I was told. When he was satisfied, he invited me to lie next to him. I happily snuggled in next to him. He threw the blankets over the both of us. I smiled, feeling him kiss the top of my head.

"You have a lunch date scheduled." He suddenly announced. I looked up at him, pouting. Dad had set me up a few times on dates. They didn't go very far. On the first date he set up, I had a massive argument with my father about going. Looking back on it, I was trying to stall the inevitable, which is why he probably was so forceful about it. Now, I looked at these set-ups differently. They were only dates, not arranged marriages. How far they went was entirely up to me. It was nice to meet new people in the lifestyle. While I hadn't felt a spark of attraction with any of the dates, I still found it pleasant to talk to them. So, I decided to begrudgingly accept these dates, keep an open mind, and allow nature to take its course. I could never find someone if I didn't try.

"He's expecting you at the club for eleven-thirty." He turned his head to look at his alarm clock. I groaned, knowing that meant I would need to get up to get ready. I kissed him quickly before jumping off the bed to get ready. Dad met me at the bottom of the stairs to give me the table number I would meet my date. Our club put on a regular munch for singles to meet with others. Many people reserved tables to make it easier to find our dates in the space.

I kissed him goodbye and then left for the club. When I arrived, I found my table. I was alone at the table for a few minutes before I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see who was joining me. I was surprised to see no other than Floyd.

"Nice to see you again, Renee." He smiled warmly at me. For some reason, I felt comfortable with him sitting across from me.

"I didn't expect to see you? I thought you and Tyler were happy together." I told him honestly.

"We are unbelievably happy. I don't see what that has to do with this, though." I could tell by his tone that he was teasing me. To my surprise, we spent the next three hours having a great time together. We talked about many things, from our work and hobbies to even a bit about my grandfather.

"Ah, your grandfather was something else." He sighed after we had shared a good laugh, reminiscing a funny story about him.

"It doesn't bother you?" I was so comfortable with Floyd that I could finally ask something that I typically would never approach with another person.

"If I did, I would have to be bothered with myself." He honestly answered.

"Then Tyler...?"

"My son..." I could tell he was not as comfortable as he was before.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to pry." I felt guilty for making him uncomfortable.

"No, don't worry about it. I'm sure you know we're so used to avoiding the topic that talking about it feels weird. It's kind of a relief though, you know." I nodded my head, agreeing.

"Do you mind if I ask how you two..."

"Oh, that is a very long story for another time." He waved me off. We'd be here for another three hours, and then I'd have to pay for dinner," he joked. I swallowed hard, seeing that moment as my opportunity to offer something I had been thinking of.

"I wouldn't mind having dinner with you. That is if you want to work up an appetite with me." I nervously took a drink of my water. I had never propositioned anyone before. I prayed it wasn't overstepping any boundaries.

"Renee..." I nervously looked at Floyd from underneath my lashes. "are you offering to entertain me?" I swallowed hard. 'Entertain' was a common code word used in the club to ask for a scene.

"Yes, sir, but only if you would like."

"Oh, I would certainly like..." He leaned back in the booth seat confidently. The air around him had changed entirely. I could feel goosebumps forming on my skin. I hadn't felt this way with anyone besides my Master and Sire. I felt both embarrassed and excited by this development. Floyd quickly pulled out his phone. I assumed he was reserving a room for us.

"It was meant to be; there is already a room waiting for us," he announced happily, jumping up from our booth. I was both excited and nervous to follow him. Floyd let me enter the room first, then shut the door behind us. His whole demeanor changed again. He told me to sit on the bed. I followed his instructions.

"Tell me honestly, have you been with anyone since the passing of your Master?"

"Yes, sir. I have a caregiver that my Master left in charge of me. He uses me to maintain my skills."

"Alright, is it common for you to invite your dates back here?" I was immediately uncomfortable with the question.

"You are the first person I have ever asked for a scene with. I have only ever been with my Master and caregiver." I looked down, avoiding his gaze.

"I'm sorry to make you uncomfortable, Renee. I just had to know. I didn't want this to be a one-night stand. I enjoyed our time together."

"I did, too. I didn't invite you here without thinking this could be more."

"I'm glad to hear it. Then, I don't have to be walking on eggshells. I can be honest with who I am as a dominant. We must learn about each other if we want this to become more."

"I would like that, sir."

"Will you take off your dress for me?" I quickly complied with what he asked. It felt liberating to be exposing myself to someone new.

"I'm a strict dominant like your former Master. I think you will enjoy this." Floyd promised. "Get on your knees on the bed and spread your pussy. Show me what I will be using." I did what he said, letting go of my trepidation. This is what I had been training for. I could do this.

After some time, he told me to turn around. I was surprised when he immediately started groping my tits and sliding his hand along my slit. I looked up at him, surprised by his forwardness. He didn't seem phased. I chose to follow his lead.

"Do you want to suck my cock?"

"Yes, sir," I honestly told him. I naturally wanted to submit to this man. I slid his pants down, revealing his cock pointing at me. I did my best to service him, using all my training. I could tell he enjoyed it when I started hearing his moans of appreciation.

I felt his hand on the back of my head, forcing me down on him even more. My body jumped as he made a point to thrust his hips forward to choke me. He pushed me off and aggressively ordered me onto my back on the bed.

"Show me how you pleasure your whore cunt." I didn't hesitate to give him a show. I rub my clit and pinch my tits. All the while, I kept eye contact with him. As he watched me, he stroked himself. I didn't expect him to approach me and kneel by the edge of the bed. I bit my lip in anticipation as he yanked me to the edge of the bed by his face. Sire had never done this for me. It wasn't his style, and Master hadn't eaten me out very often, either. It seemed Floyd had a different opinion on the subject. I threw my head back as he slid a single finger into my slit. I couldn't help but jump as he spit on my hole.

"You like that? Hmmm?" All I could do was moan and appreciate his fingers. I lifted my legs to offer him more access.

"Want to suck my cock some more." He teasingly asked me.

"Yes, please, sir..." I answered, knowing it was a rhetorical question. As I sat up on the bed, he sat down. I slid to the floor and knelt before him to service him. Before I went down on him, he made a point to wrap his arms around my waist and kiss my neck. It felt fantastic to receive such a loving touch. That touch soon turned back into a sensual touch as he slid his hands up to my chest to play with my tits. When he was done having fun, he laid back to allow me to do what was asked of me.

I eagerly swallowed his member down. He was nicely sized. As I swallowed him, I couldn't help but think of how good it would feel to have him inside me.

"Come on, deeper." He told me. I tried to push my thoughts out of my head to focus. "No hands," he directed me. I quickly put them behind my back. I went down on my cock until I started to choke. I wanted more than anything to impress this man with my skills right now.

"Come on deeper, you little slut." He encouraged me. Floyd continued to encourage me to choke on him. I was eager to do so.

"You want it in your pussy..." I looked up at Floyd, smiling. He was smiling back at me. "Or in the ass?"

"Even better," I told him, giggling as I licked his cock like a lollipop. I swallowed him more with his encouragement. He praised me for my efforts. Floyd pulled away from me to get farther on the bed. I knelt at the edge of the floor to wait for him to direct me where he wanted. I felt unbelievably sexy when he grabbed the back of my head, twisting his fingers into my hair to drag me onto the bed. He ordered me to lay on my back and open my legs.

I had expected more build-up before the moment. Instead, there was one soft slap to my ass, a couple of taps of his cock against my pussy, and then he was inside me. He held still and looked down at me. I was looking up at him, still registering what I was doing in my mind.

"This must be a unique experience for you, a cock that isn't related to you." He teased me.

"It still feels good, sir," I answered him honestly. His cock did feel as good as I had imagined it would.

"You want me to start fucking you?" He raised his eyebrow at me. I nodded my head. I was so desperate for him to move. Floyd grabbed my legs behind my knee and pushed my legs back. I gasped as he started to rail me. I was in ecstasy. Suddenly, he stopped. I looked up at him, worried that I had done something wrong that had caused him to stop.

"I want to play a game." He told me, smiling. Floyd got closer to me, resting on his elbows so our faces were mere inches apart. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders. He smiled as he saw me reaching up to do something I had not thought I would be ready for for a long time. I kissed Floyd.

Despite our current entanglement, he was gentle. He touched me gently like a small animal in his care. I clung to him, knowing I wanted this, but I felt overwhelmed by the emotions running through me. I had never expected this much of an attachment to someone this soon into engaging with them. I would have never expected this morning when I offered my father his coffee that I would spend tonight underneath another man. I pulled away from our kiss breathlessly.

"That was very sweet," he commented. I couldn't help but blush. "To my game, however," he normalized my vulnerable moment. I was appreciative.

"You see, I am fortunate enough to get as much ass as I can manage. So I would very much like to pound the shit out of this delectable cunt." He thrust his hips for good measure. "So the game is this: I would like to fuck the shit out of your tight little pussy. I don't want you to cum while I am doing so. When I am ready to let you cum, I'll fuck your ass."

"Is there a catch?" I asked, worried.

"No catch, just let me have my fun. Then I'll make sure you cum like the whore you are." That had me. He had me under his thumb. I would let him fuck me for hours to earn that orgasm. I nodded, readying myself for whatever the catch to this game was.

The catch was he was extremely good at sex. Being fucked by Floyd was like nothing I had experienced yet. It was more intense, more, for lack of a better term, violent than I had ever experienced. Floyd held me down with his body. His movements weren't fast; he used power behind each thrust instead of speed. It felt like he was filling my whole body. Floyd only nibbled on my neck, and I was about to break.

"Please, sir, get in my ass so I can cum." I begged poorly.

"That is not how we ask for things." He hummed in my ear. I could tell by his tone he was enjoying himself. I gripped the sheets, desperate to control myself.

"You should have tied me up because I am not sure how much control I will have," I told him, somewhat honestly and somewhat jokingly. I was happy that he chuckled instead of taking my comments as disrespectful. He kissed my cheek.

"This is fucking good." He closed his eyes. I could tell that he was enjoying himself. I felt trapped underneath him. Still, I wouldn't want to be trapped anywhere else. I was moaning underneath Floyd. The only thing I could manage was to grip his solid forearms and let him do as he liked; honestly, I also enjoyed it.