How It Started...Where It Goes

***Male and female lovers meet on an online erotic chat forum. Themes of consent, non-consent, age-gap and Daddy Dominate filled the rooms and she knew her curiosity was going to get her in trouble. His kind heart and warm humor had her hooked the instant he showed her the real him mixed with such apparent control and need. They quickly fall into the trap of infatuation and deep primal attraction. Fate tears them apart for a whole week the first time after getting disconnected.

They both earnestly search for the other wondering and hoping to cross paths again. When she sees his name, she frantically hits it and tries to think of what to say. Before she has the chance to type, he asks her:

"Do you remember me my Dearest Queen?"

Her heart soars they get their chance for more coddling and racing heartbeats. Then in the blink of an eye he is gone again, before she can give him another way to reach her whenever the desire arises.

Another week passes in desperation and frustration. When they embrace one another in the midst of filth like that of Sodom and Gomorrah, she gives him a piece of her soul letting him contact her on Skype. Not just her soul. Her very sanity. From now on she will always wonder and worry about him...will always have a way to simply ask if he is happy and if she could please him. ***

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It never fails she doesn't get the chance to ask him before he is already asking her.

"How are you today, my Queen?"

She feels her heart flutter and a tingle between her legs.

"I'm fine, thank you for asking. How are you?"

He smiles at the ceiling with her in his mind.

"I've missed talking to you. I'm doing okay. My body hurts today. It's my own fault, but it hurts all the same."

She felt her heart drop as well as her libido.

"What happened? Are you hurt? Do you need me to come over and help you?"

He shakes his head, his heart cramping at the warmth dripping from her words. "No, no. Thank you, my Queen, for your concern. Just a bit of overexertion from a new workout. I'll be fine. I just wanted to see how you were and if you wanted to talk."

"Oh," she sighs in relief. "Of course, yes. I'd love to talk to you. What do you want to talk about?"

"You. What are you doing today?" He smiles and lays back on his bed, imagining her in something dark and sexy, selected just for him.

"Nothing. Just relaxing in my room." Her sighs filled his ears and he seemed to relax further with her sounds surrounding him.

"Are you wearing your sexy black nightgown?" He grinned and felt himself stiffen at the thought of the pictures she had sent when she first started enticing her Daddy.

"No." She giggles. "I'm wearing a blue shirt and jeans."

"Are they tight?"

She smirks.

"Yes. Why? Does it matter?"

He chuckles.

"Yes, my Queen, it matters a lot. Tight is very important."

"Well, then, they are tight." Her giggles amuse even her, she can only imagine how wild they drive him hearing them filter through the phone. She takes the phone and snaps a selfie showing a portion of her swollen lips and her outfit. She quickly sends it over before she decides against it and whispers..."So what do you think?"

"I think you have a beautiful smile."

The compliment caught her off guard and made her cheeks burn brighter.

"Oh! Um. Thank you." why did he make her so damn nervous when he was so intoxicatingly sweet?

"It's the truth. My girl makes my cock twitch just by giving me a damn smile with those lush lips."

She was taken aback. She didn't know how to respond to that. She had no idea what she should say.

"Are you blushing?" his smile was evident through the phone but the snicker in his voice made her shriek and get defensive.

"What? Why?" her checks for sure bright red and warm.

"Your silence. It's adorable when my princess can't control how heated her Daddy causes her to be. Such a pretty good girl..." He smirked, stretching his legs. Focused entirely on her. He wanted her to squirm, needed her to know how much she affected him by being so fucking cute and innocent.

He wanted to cherish her and treasure her. Make her feel loved and valued...but at the same time he wanted to corrupt her and ruin her for any other man. His. She was his and he would make sure by the end of the night she never doubted that certainty again.

"I...I guess so. I've never been called that."

"You've never had a Daddy before?"

"No. I've always been called 'kid' and 'kiddo' though. Which pisses me off because it just reminded me people will never see me as the mature woman I know I have been for a while." Her voice tightened and she pulled away from him mentally and emotionally. She always wanted to focus on him more than her and it seemed he liked to do the complete opposite.

He frustrated her, intrigued her, and soothed her every time his lips spoke her name and dare shared his soul with her.

She needed him to feel just as good as he made her feel.

Talking to him on the phone didn't dwindle how he affected her and she could only hope she could make him twitch and ache as much as she did from his confident tone and claiming promises.

She wanted to make it clear she had her own promises to fulfill.

He was at the center of every single fantasy and his moans where her favorite indicator of satisfaction.

She was no longer afraid of her own body and what her mind conjured in her dreams.

She had become an avid fan of her own fantasies, and her imagination was a beautiful gift she was ready to use for his benefit.

She loved thinking about her tongue on his body. Her hands touching him, pulling him, wrapping him around her and not letting him go.

She needed him.

Desperately.

"...daddy?"

"Yes, my princess?"

She could hear the change in his tone, it made her press her thighs together. The slight growl, the way he had said 'my' like he owned her. His. She was his. And his alone.

Her blush was creeping up her neck but hearing his possession made it flare to life and soon the heat was too much to bear. Heaving chest from trying to control herself...she didn't want to pant like a bitch in heat, but she wanted him. She could sense his need too...could hear his humor and his amusement at her need, but it caused his desire to roar to life just as much as her, he couldn't hide it any more than she could.

He could smile and snicker all he wanted at her pathetic state...but it didn't stop her from relishing his sounds and praise. She felt powerful knowing she could tell him the truth about her body, and it only makes him hornier for her.

She whimpered and whined at his growls and his question.

Always making her say more. Always her.

He was usually quiet but tonight if he wanted her thoughts and sounds...that would have to change.

He would have to talk, not just talk, he would have to beg to make her answer honestly.

"hmmmm I don't know Daddy, maybe i'll keep it to myself!" She had to bite her lip to stop her giggle, but her smile was full of mischief waiting for his response.

"Now that's not fair, little one." he snipped at her.

"That's not fair?! What's not fair is you not telling me about yourself and you asking me all these questions, Daddy. I have my own questions too, you know?" Her frustrations stemmed from the fact she couldn't even fucking touch him. In what universe was that fair?

"Oh, is that so?" he sighed deeply.

"Yesssss." she pouted over the phone at him.

"I guess I've been pretty selfish. I know you better than anyone and you barely know anything about me." he pondered seriously.

She waited for him to go further...waited for him to say something, admit something, to feel something with her.

"What do you want to know, babygirl?" sincerity in his tone making her heart soften.

"Everything!" She squealed. "But...I guess...start from the beginning?"

"My beginning or your beginning?" He closed his eyes again trying to muster the strength to remember the past but hoped she would pick the option that he loved thinking about the most. Her.

She giggled at his playfulness.

"How about our beginning..."

Her breath hitched before she could finish the question, anxiety and fear clutching her heart at the prospect of his answer, "why me?"

His silence made her heart thump frantically. He thought...wanting to understand what he felt before he tried to tell her about it. He couldn't disappoint her.

Before he had a chance to speak she barely whispered "Don't lie to me daddy...i won't survive it. I'd rather you say nothing..." her voice soft and vulnerable to her own ears.

She heard him shift and...growl?

"Never could I lie to you my dearest Queen"

Then he told her exactly how he felt when she messaged him the first time...why it was her and only ever her...his voice rough, husky, and his breathing was uneven. He spoke about her humor, her wording, the articulation of her thoughts. Then her voice...it wound its way around his heart tighter and tighter with every single minute they spent with each other ignoring the real world choosing to create their own secret hidden one. How much it scared him because if he knew she would have affected him that deeply...he would have never called and tortured the both of them because he knew he would never be able to go a day without wanting to hear it compose a sympathy of thought and feelings just for him.

She felt the tension leave her body and her shoulders relaxed at his confession. Something only he could give her. Only ever him.

"Well, must I say...Great start! Now what's your favorite color?" She asked, grinning ear to ear.

"Hmmm...I guess it would have to be the color of the ocean when the sun is shining, or maybe the color of your hair..."

"Really? You like my hair that much?" she couldn't help be surprised.

He smiled, "Yes really my dearest, I adore many things about you."

She loved his eyes...she was certain she could lose herself to his soft brown eyes and for an eternity still find herself lost in a different shade. She shyly whispered "i love your eyes..."

"And why is it that you like my eyes, my Queen?"

She shrugged her shoulders even though he couldn't see it, and said, "Because they're beautiful and I feel safe when I see them. I feel...I feel grounded and that if all else fails around me, at least you can see me. Which means I can see you...fuck I hope it means I can touch you" she whispered breathily.

She was being a brat on purpose, when he made her this needy she couldn't stop that part of her brain taking over. Hoping he would put her back in her place, showing her what happens when she teases him with such purpose.

"Hmmm...so you like it when Daddy sees you?"

"Yessssss daddy."

"And you like the idea of Daddy touching you?"

"More than anything."

"Is that right? So, what would you do if Daddy placed his hand on your thigh tracing your curvy gorgeous plump flesh...and when you go to look down, I grab your neck making you look back up into my eyes as I push my hand further up your thigh to my pussy? pulling you closer to me so you can hear what I have to tell you? how would you feel babygirl, hm?"

He felt his cock twitch at the thought of her soft curvy body next to his. Her hands all over him, he knows he'll have to tie her down eventually if he wants to do everything, he has planned for her. But she needs to touch him the first time and he is more than eager to satisfy her need.

He trailed his hand down his chest towards his stomach, imagining it was her...his hips bucked and his cocked ached painfully hard. He groaned as he waited for her response to his words and sounds.

She swallowed harshly at his groan and the picture he painted for her. Her brain short circuting thinking about everything he just said, how perfect and delicious he sounded talking about touching her...she wanted to taste him, needed to know if he was as sweet as he spoke.

"I'd lean in...I'd lean in and kiss your earlobe...then your jaw...your throat, I would search for your heartbeat, gently licking and sucking on your pulse."

"Would you suck on my bottom lip?" he couldn't help but whisper. His teeth digging into his moist flesh as he imagined her plump lips devouring him with passion only she could show him.

"I might have to suck a little hickey on your neck before I get to your lip...it'd be too tempting not to mark you."

"God yes. I want your mouth all over me, my Queen. I want to feel you taste my need for you, the way my skin trembles for you, the way I crave to pin your body down with mine." His gravelly voice shook with raw need, he couldn't help but rub his palm over his boxers. His cock hot and twitching desperate for her touch.

She gasped. "I want you on top of me, I want to feel your weight pressing against me. I want to feel how much you need me. I want to feel you slide against me." She whimpered and bucked her hips into the air.... nothing frustrating her more knowing he wasn't right here with her.

He gripped himself harder at her words, "Mmmm, baby, I'm not gonna be able to wait long. You're too fucking beautiful."

His words struck her heart. The truth in them. Before she could stop herself, she demands, "Tell me."

"Tell you what, my sweet girl?"

Her voice shook, she knew she shouldn't ask such questions when they were already too far gone. But she couldn't stand another day without knowing...another day of pretending when it was already too fucking real for her.

She needed to know. How real was she to him?

"Tell me you want me in real life...tell me and I'm yours" she pleaded, her eyes welling with tears at the thought of him rejecting her.

...

She had her answer. His silence was all she needed. Her heart sank and the tears fell down her face, her heart aching from rejection.

...

Emotions clogged his brain. Pleasure, joy, fear, need and pure want enveloped him. He imagined meeting her for the first time and devouring her the way she was devouring him right now.

She's everything to him, how could she ever question his want for her? He's been waiting for her...his pretty little virgin.

She had to be the one to want first, he couldn't take something from her that wasn't his. He realized he had been quiet for too long.

Hearing her sniffles cut his heart open and every nerve ending was on display to her. He had to stop being a coward, she was his Queen. He couldn't let her feel anything but adored and cherished. He would protect her, provide for her, and pleasure her in ways that would make her never forget him.

His voice short and rough, "yes" was all she heard.

Then he hung up the phone.

She screamed and threw her phone not caring where it landed or if it fragmented as much as her sanity just did.

Sobbing and clutching her heart, she wept not knowing what to do but knowing with deep certainty nonetheless. He was hers. She was his. And now her heart was tied to his. Indefinitely.

A few hours passed and the tears only stopped once her evil plan came into full focus.

She had a new goal and would do anything to see it through.

She would find him, claim him, and never let him go.

He was going to be her first and last.

He was the only one who was going to make her feel safe and protected. He would be hers and she would make sure he never craved another...