I grit my teeth and climb into your bed.

Oh, fuck, it’s amazing.  It would be positively cozy if I wasn’t so horny that I’m about to come out of my skin.  Every shift of my body has the sheets rubbing against my bare legs, my arms, and sends another hit of your intoxicating scent straight through me.

I bite my bottom lip hard, but it does nothing to dispel the lust waving its way through me.  I should just close my eyes and count my exhales until I drift off, but I’m too restless.  I twist one way and then another.  It’s a lost cause. I know what will help take the edge off, but masturbating here with you under the same roof feels even more reckless than anything I’ve done so far.

It’s not like you’ll know.

I can be quiet.  I mean, sure, it’s the exception, but I can do it this once.

Maybe I’m a liar, but it’s too late.  I snake my hand down my stomach and drag my fingers through my pussy folds.  I’m so wet, I’m half surprised that I’m not making a mess of your sheets.  The thought is simultaneously funny and so hot, I can barely stand it.  I spread my legs more and tease myself, tracing my opening and spreading my wetness up and around my clit.  It won’t take much to get me off, but I’ve always liked to savor my orgasms…  Hard and fast does the trick in a pinch, but it doesn’t really accomplish the same thing that building slowly will.

On impulse, I grab the pillow and roll over.  It’s crossing so many lines to be fucking myself with my fingers while my face is buried in your pillow, but I’m too turned on to care.  Besides, I can muffle any sounds I make this way.  It totally makes sense.

I tease my opening and press two fingers in.  It feels good, almost too good, so I trail my fingertips over my clit and back down again.  I’m making little whimpering sounds now, but I can’t help it.  I have to lift my hips a bit to get a better angle to fuck myself with my fingers, and the sheet slides off my ass.  The bite of the chilly air only heightens my pleasure.

This just feels so dirty.  I shouldn’t be doing it, so I want to do it more.  I just need one little orgasm to get myself back under control.  It’s such a simple ask.  No one but me will ever know.

A creak of a floorboard is the only warning I get that I’m no longer alone.  I open my eyes and freeze.

  You’re standing in the doorway, your fist raised to knock, the door hanging wide open.  I must not have closed it all the way.

I should be moving, should be scrambling to cover myself, should definitely remove the two fingers I’ve penetrated myself with, but the look on your face freezes me in place.  You’re staring at me like you can’t decide if this is dream or reality, but you really want it to be reality.

I clear my throat.  “Did you need something?”

“Wanted to know…   never mind” Your voice is lower than normal, low enough that the faint rumble in it threatens to curl my toes.

Apparently, we’re just going to pretend you can’t see what I’m very clearly doing. 

“Um, you just wanted to know ?...”

But you don’t answer…  You slowly make your way to the side of the bed and stare down at me. 

“You couldn’t wait five minutes before you started fucking yourself with your fingers in my bed ?”

How am I supposed to answer that?  I’ve been trying to make my peace with you rejecting me – again – and there’s no frame of reference for whatever’s happening right now.  It’s like my brain skips and all I can do is blurt, “You weren’t going to do it”

“Mmm.”  Your face is in the shadow cast by the open door, which means my body must be clearly outlined by the light.  You exhale slowly.  “Well, don’t stop on my account”

Surely I didn’t hear  you correctly.

Except your’e sinking down onto the mattress behind me, and holy fuck, this is happening. Desire overcomes whatever brakes I have left and I begin to move again.  I can’t see you, but I can feel you watching me.

You tsks.  “You’re doing a terrible job of it, baby girl.”

The endearment lashes me like fire and I moan.  I can’t help it.  “Think you can do better ?”

“Oh, I know I can.” Your’e voice changes a little, that dry tone going deeper yet.  “I’m going to touch you now”

You’re rough chuckle sounds as strained as I feel.  And then it doesn’t matter because the mattress gives beneath your weight as you move your hands over my ass.  You slide my shirt higher up my back… Exposing me.

“Better,” you murmur….” This gets to be too much, then you tell me to stop.  Got it?”

I’ve been waiting months for you to touch me… I’ll be damned if I’m going to tell you to stop…..  I clear my throat “Got it…”

“Good.:  You drags your thumbs over the lower curve of my ass, using that tiny pressure to guide my legs wider.  “What a little slut you are, rubbing all over my sheets and playing with your cunt.  Were you going to fuck my pillow next ?”

Humiliation lashes me and I whimper, arching my back, working my pussy with my fingers.  Fuck, why is that so hot to have you talk to me like this…  Like I’ve disappointed you…  I don’t know, but I don’t want you to stop.  “ Sorry Daddy”  The words just slip out.

“ Get your fingers out of your pussy when I’m talking to you”   The snap in your voice has me obeying instantly.  But I’m me…  So I only move them to my clit…   I don’t stroke, but there’s no way you missed that..   You tsks, and the disappointment in the sound has me turning my face into the pillow to keep from moaning out loud…  Finally you say : Answer the question.  Were you going to fuck my pillow next?”

“Yes.”  I don’t even know if it’s true, but I want you to punish me…

You don’t make me wait long.  You sigh as if already bored. “If you’re going to fuck something inadequate the second I leave the room, I’ll give you something with more substance to fill that needy pussy” and then your fingers are there at my entrance.  Not teasing, not doing anything but pressing lightly where I need your touch more than I need my next breath.  When I freeze, you release an exasperated breath.  “Well, baby girl, you want to fuck something, fuck my fingers.”

Understanding dawn, bringing with it another wave of delicious humiliation. I hold my breath and ease back a little.  Your fingers slide into me to the first knuckle.  Holy shit, you’re really going to make me do all the work.  You keep a light grip on my hip as your blunt fingers stretch me as I take them deeper.  The positioning is wrong to get me off, but it doesn’t seem to matter because this situation is hot... I feel like I’m burning alive.  Your fingers flex on my hip, the slightest betrayal that you’re at all affected by what we’re doing.

“I gave you very clear instructions, didn’t I?”  I can barely think past the need thrumming in my blood.  “Yes”

“Apparently not” Why does you sounding disappointed in me turn me on so much?  I don’t know.  But I desperately don’t want you to stop.

You slap my ass lightly.  It’s more shocking than painful, and I jerk forward, only to have you follow me, shoving your fingers deeper into my pussy…  “ Oh Fuck..”

“Language” you murmur.  “Now be a good girl and spread your legs wider.  I want to see you”

You ease your fingers out of me, and I can’t stop a sound of protest.  But you don’t stop touching me.  “Get your hand off your clit”

You lightly pinch my clit, I jolt, but manage to cut down the reaction before I dislodge you.  You circle once and then goes back to my opening and wedges two broad fingers into me.  “So fucking eager for it” The way you say it, it doesn’t sound like a good thing.  “Would you have done this in your husband’s house?  Bending  over on his bed, dressed pulled up, and soaked you thighs while I stroke your pussy?”

The image slammed into me and I have to bury my face in your pillow to avoid moaning out load.  “That was not a rhetorical question”

It would be so much easier to form words if you weren’t tracing my G-Spot with the tips of your fingers.  I take in a shuddering breath.  “Yes?

“Shameless.  Little. Slut.” Each word is compounded by a stroke.

I can’t see you.  You’ve got a handful of my ass, but the only other pace you touched me is my pussy. 

“Tell me you want to fuck me”… I moan…

  You give my ass another light slap.  “We’re not talking about me, baby girl.  We’re talking about you and this needy pussy” You keep working my G-spot, edging me closer and closer to orgasm.  I fight it.  I have to.  I’m suddenly terrified that the second I come, this ends, and I desperately don’t want this to end.

“I need your cock” I blurt out.

“No” you answers easily.  “You haven’t done a single thing to earn it, and you won’t get your way by demanding it like a spoiled brat”

I grip the sheets and fight to hold still.

“Please”

“Now she learns some manners” you murmur.  “The answer is still no” The mattress moves beneath us as you slide your hand down my hip and around to stroke my clit.  The new position gives a little bit more contact.  “Be a good girl and come all over my hand, I know you want to”

Confusion, desire, and shame work me and even trying to fight my orgasm its already too late… I moan as I come, bearing down on your fingers.  The orgasm keeps going and going… You finger me until I’m a puddle of flesh and bone on your bed, shaking and panting …  Only then you stop touching me and sit back.

I can’t look at you.  You haven’t moved and I can’t shake the feeling that if I break the silence first, this will end forever...  I desperately don’t want it to end.

Finally you say.  “Look at the mess you’ve made”

I sob out a breath in relief.  “I’m sorry, Daddy”

“Come over here and prove it”………..

I rise on my hands and knees to move around to face you.  You look at me the same way you’ve been when I showed up unannounced on your doorstep – as if you’re a half a second from tossing me out on my ass.  I don’t expect the punch of lust in response. 

You flick an impatient hand at the floor by your feet. “On your knees.”

It’s only then that I notice the massive cockstand pressing against the front of your jeans.  It looks almost painful, and giddiness has me rushing off the bed so fast, my legs give out.  You catch my elbow, keeping me off the floor, and shake your head.  “Slowly baby girl”

How am I supposed to move slowly when you’re giving me something I’ve spent months pretending I don’t crave?  It was so much easier when I didn’t see you, but all the longing of that first time I saw you, compounded by countless nights spend fantasizing about a different ending, stroking myself to orgasm with your name on my lips.  Again and again .. and again.

I sink to my knees between your thighs, and you sit back and props yourself up on your hands.  You glower down at me. “We’re going to talk in a minute”

“Okay,”  I whisper.  I slowly put my hands on your thighs, relishing the way the muscle flexes beneath the jeans in response to my touch.  When you don’t stop me, I skate my touch up to your hips, and then to the button of your jeans.  “In a minute”

“Take out your Daddy’s cock.  Show me how much you appreciate that orgasm.  Tel me thank you with that sexy fucking mouth”

My fingers turn fumbling as I undo your jeans.  You lift your hips as I work them down, but that’s the only help you give me.  I take my time drawing out your cock, relishing how huge and thick and so perfect it is.  I lick my lips and wrap my fist around him.  And then he’s in my mouth and, fuck, he’s huge.  My jaw already ackes with the effort it takes to swallow him down.  There’s no way I’ll be able to take it all.  I fight down the instinctive flare of panic and suck you deeper.  You curse softly, and I can’t help but open my eyes to look up at you.

Your expression hasn’t changed.  You look impatient and annoyed with your brows drawn together and your eyes hard.  If not for the way you’re clenching your jaw, I might think you’re entirely unaffected.

It’s like throwing gasoline on the fire of my desire.  I don’t understand why I’m reacting like this to your annoyance, but I don’t question it.  I just suck your cock down until you bump the back of my throat, and then I keep going.  Still not deep enough. I can’t take any more.

You watch me with unreadable eyes and shake your head.  “Such a little slut.  You’ve sucked so much cock, you don’t even choke on it.,”

I ease off you, flicking my tongue against the underside of your length. “Or maybe I just have no gag reflex to speak of”

“You shouldn’t be speaking at all right now, baby girl” You lightly grip the back of my head, guiding me back down.  You’re barely applying any pressure at all, more a suggestion than anything else, but I suck you down again as if you’re holding me down and fucking my mouth.

In fact, I really, really want you to do that.

I know better than to ask for it now.  This forbidden game we’re playing has a script, at least in your head, and right now it involves me thanking you for my orgasm.  Fucking my mouth until I cry doesn’t fit.

Maybe next time.

I stop teasing you and get to work sucking your cock.  I don’t want this to end, but you’re right – we have to have a conversation and the only way to get there is if you come too.  The strange logic makes sense in my head and I wrap my fist around your base, working you in time with my mouth.  Unlike me, you don’t seem interested in holding out for as long as possible.  Your grip tightens ever so slightly and then you ask in a rough voice, “Spit or swallow?”

I let my actions answer for me, picking up my pace until you curse and come in my mouth.  I drink you down eagerly.  In fact, I don’t want to stop, so I keep at you until you curse again and wrap your fist around my hair, pulling me off your cock. “ That’s enough”

“Is it?”  I lick my lips and sit back on my heels.  In the darkness of the room, this feels unforgivably intimate and strange.  I’m still half-convinced that I’m in an orgasm-induced hallucination because there’s no way that you’re sitting here, staring down at me with your hair a mess and your cock still out.  You look at me with that same borderline-annoyed expression.  I smooth my hands down my bare legs.  What was I saying? Oh, right. “ Is it really enough?”

Finally you growl. “Fuck , no, it wasn’t enough” You don’t sound happy about it, but I don’t think you ever sound happy about anything.  I kind of like that about you.  You drag your hand through your hair and curse.  “ This is a mistake.”

“Probably”

You shoot a look at me. “You don’t have to sound so happy about it.”

“I just had your cock in my mouth, and that was after you made me come so hard, I drenched your bed.  I’m incapable of sounding  anything but blissfully happy right now”

I love the way your brows lower at that.  “You’re a pain in my ass”

“We’ve already established that.  “ I am prepared to beg you to fuck me, but you obviously got something on your mind, so I force myself to be patient.  Just like I force myself to keep my hands on your thigh instead of giving into the temptation to keep playing with your cock.  “You said we’d talk.”

“Yeah, I guess I did.” You survey me.  “You want me. I want you. It was damn inconvenient a few months ago and it hasn’t gotten any less inconvenient since then.  If your husband or sister ever finds out…”

I snort. “ You have a very strange idea about my ability to keep a secret.  What the eye can’t see does not burden the heart.” 

What is the harm in having a little fun every once in a while anyway…  I’s not like we’re hurting anyone or like we’re looking for anything more than just fucking.  And I’m more than willing to negotiate around our schedules and preferences.

“ It’s not like I run announcing my sexual partners to the world.  I don’t see why this would be the exception.”

You consider that.  “Fair”

You get a sliver of warmth in your eyes. “ Things got a little out of control there. Are we good ?”

I stare, but you’re obviously not joking.  “ Is there literally anything about my reaction that makes you think we’re not?”

“All the same, answer the question.”

I huff out a breath. “Yes, we’re good.”  The baby girl – Daddy stuff surprised me, but it’s hot as hell and I would like to keep using it. “

“Same,” you murmur.  You look like you’re fighting yourself not to grab me and toss me on the bed, and it’s sexy as hell.

 “You have any hard limits when it comes to fucking ?”

My brain skips and I can’t think of a single one, but you’re being so serious, I honestly try to think of something you could do that I wouldn’t be into.  I swallow hard.  “ Um, no ?”

Your eyes go intense. “ So you’re saying that I can fuck any hole I want, any way I want?”

“Yes” I whisper.  The prospect has me feeling so hot, I’m surprised I haven’t burst into flames.

“You answered that awfully quick” I can’t tell if that pleases you or not.  “Surely you have some hard limit.  Everyone does”

“I want you to do anything you want to me” 

Reckless.  So fucking reckless, but you aren’t just any man.  You are the man of my fantasies that no real-life person can live up to.  If I only get today, I don’t want to have regrets.  I want everything you can give me. Every single fucking thing.

You study my face.  “ So if I want to call up my friend to show you off and have you suck his cock like a good little girl, you’re into that?”

My mouth moves, but no words come out.  Am I into that?  I have no idea.  I’ve had plenty of sex with plenty of partners, and even a few threesomes, but there’s something about the way you pose this question that makes it feel different.  “ Is that something you want to do?”

“Maybe” You are still watching me intensely.  “Does the idea bother you?”  I can’t tell if you’re trying to push me away or if you’re pulling out fantasies so dark, I didn’t even realize I had them.

Honest. I can be honest. “ No”  I say the word like I’m trying it out.  “ Not in general”  That’s not the full truth, though. “ For today? I would rather keep things between just us.”

“Good.  I don’t mind sharing, but not in this situation.” You hold out a hand and I take it easily, letting you pull me up to straddle you. You palm my ass, bringing us flush together, and then your voice is in my ear, as tempting as the devil himself.

  “ I like the idea of that pussy belonging to me.  I take care of what’s mine, and for today, your pussy is mine”

Holy Shit.

The Idea of being owned by you steals my ability to make words.  It’s just a kinky fun thing the same way that the Daddy pet name is a game.  It’s a game I desperately want to play.  I whimper a little and rock against you. “Why is that so hot?”

You exhale a shaky breath like I’ve surprised you.  Hell, I’ve surprised myself too.  You cup my ass, stilling me. “Because you’re a little slut, you play the sunny princess, but what you really need is to be fucked dirty and put in your place.”  Your cock is already hardening again and you exert the smallest pressure on my ass, guiding me to roll my hips.  “Tell me it’s not true”

“I..”  I stare at you.  “It’s not true.  I want to be good.”

“No, you don’t” You lift a brow.  “That’s why you’re rubbing your  pussy all over my cock right now without permission”

You’re right

Your hand goes back to my hair and you wrap it around your fist again, guiding my face to yours until we’re kissably close.  Unforgivably, intimately close.  “If you change your mind at any point, you fucking tell me.  Promise me that, or this goes no farther.”

I promise” When you still hesitate, I run my hands up your chest.  I wish you were naked, but there’s time for that.  “ I trust you, Daddy.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t “  Your expression is almost tormented.

 “ Maybe you shouldn’t trust me at all.  The things I want to do to you, baby girl.  I want to fucking defile you”

I want to defile you…

“Do it” I whisper.  “I’m right here. I want you to. I need you to”

You bend me back so that my breasts are in your face.  I’m still rolling my hips, still rubbing myself up and down the length of you cock.  It feels so good, I never want to stop, but I also need more.  I let you take my weight, trusting you to keep me off the floor.  You’re still holding back.  I don’t need to see your face to know that.

There’s only one thing to do.  I up my game.  “Please,” I lift my hips just enough that your cock presses to my entrance.  “I need your cock”

“I’m not wearing a condom: you say it so mildly. As if commenting on the weather.

“I’m on birth control” I gasp. 

“Noted” you say...  “Still not a good idea. I get a feel for this pussy bare, I might never give it up.”

Surely, I just heard you wrong.  Or it’s all part of the roleplaying we’ve fallen into so seamlessly.  Outside of sex, you barely seem to notice me.  Hell, even with sex, you seem to barely notice me, though that has a distinct flavour of desire.  You’re trying to shock me again, trying to scare me off as if being here in this moment is anything but exactly what I choose.

In this moment, what I choose is to be the dirty little slut you named me with such fondness.  “Please, Daddy.  Please fill me up”

Your exhale against my chest is almost shaky.  For a moment, I think you’ll give me exactly what we both obviously want.  I really should know better.  You shift your grip on my hair, pulling me up so that our faces are even.  You regained control of yourself.  Your expression offers me nothing, which only makes me want to provoke you more.  You give my hair a little tug.  “I said you have to earn this cock and I meant it. You’re nowhere near that yet.”

I’m not?

I lick my lips, achingly aware of how closely you follow the move.  “What do I have to do to earn it?

“How quickly you ask that.  You really would do anything, wouldn’t you?”  Your mouth twists like your unhappy with the revelation.

I know it pisses you off, but I really can’t think up much that you could do that I wouldn’t be into.  Not when you’re already broken several of the rules, I was sure I wasn’t into.  I’m not willing to eliminate much ahead of time… But I think hard, trying to come up with something to appease you.  “I don’t think I’d like to dress up like an animal.”

You blink.  “You don’t think you would?”

My cheeks heat, and it feels like that embarrassment is coating my entire body, driving my desire higher.  “I don’t know.  I’ve never tried it before.  Are you into that?”

“No: you say it so drily, it’s like the words have sucked up every bit of moisture in the room.  “That particular kink isn’t an interest of mine.”

“Oh” You are still waiting, so I dig deeper.  “I’m good with spanking and some really rough sex, but I don’t really want any heavy pain stuff. “

“That’s more than fair” Your grip gentles in my hair, moving to my neck and massaging the tight muscles there.  “Give me one more”

One more limit.  Why are you so obsessed with them?  Most guys would take carte blanche and run with it, but each limit I put in place seems to reassure you, so I try really hard to think of something else.  “Um, I don’t want to do any blood play?”  One of the characters in my favourite series had that particular kink, and while it was kind of hot to read about, it’s not something I’m overly interested in trying for myself.

You signal.  “No animal role-play, no heavy pain and no blood play.  Baby girl, you’re leaving the field wide open.”

You turn and push me down onto the bed.  “Up to the headboard”

I scramble to obey.  You follow me, you spread my legs and bracket my thighs with a strong grip, urging them farther apart.  “You will continue to communicate if something makes you feel uncomfortable”

There wasn’t a question in there, but I nod all the same.  “Yes Daddy”

Your grip falters on my thighs, and then tightens until I gasp.  None of your thoughts show on your face, just a heat so intense I have to fight not to whimper.  “That’s right baby girl. I’m your Daddy now, and it’s your job to make me happy”

“Okay,” I whisper.

“Now lift that shirt and show your Daddy your pretty pussy.”

It doesn’t matter that you had your hands all over me at this point.  It feels dirty and damn near unforgivable as I reach shaking hands to the hem of the shirt and pull it up a few inches, baring myself to you.  I start to lift it more, but you shake your head.  “Stop there”

I stop

“Now hold perfectly still and be silent.”

A simple enough command that becomes significantly less simple as you slide your hands up my thighs and part my pussy with your thumbs.  It’s humiliating to be spread like this, to have you tracing my most private area as if you’re examining me, judging me, weighing whether or not I am up to your standards.  My hands are shaking so hard, I have to press them to my stomach.  Or maybe it’s my entire body that’s shaking.

You press my folds away from my clit.  You barely touch the bundle of nerves and I have to bite my lip hard to keep from moaning. “Needy little thing” you murmur, almost to yourself.  I can’t tell if you’re talking about me or my clit.  I’m not sure it matters.

You move back down to my opening, spreading me wide, and then down to my ass.  Your expression is almost completely neutral… as long as I don’t look at your eyes.  They’re like black flames, ready to consume me.  Good.  I want to be consumed by you….

It’s only for today, after all.  A chance to get this intense attraction out of our systems so we can move on.  Maybe then I’ll finally be able to put you out of my mind.

But not yet.

I drag in a breath as you try my opening. “I…”

“Be silent, baby girl” Your gaze flics to my face. “You wouldn’t want someone to hear.”

Just like that, you dragged me into a fantasy I’m not sure I had before this moment.  I know we’re alone in your house, but it doesn’t matter, because the thought that I have to be quiet, so no one knows what we’re doing is too intense to let go of.  I worry my bottom lip and nod.  “I’ll try”

“Do better than try.”  You push a single finger into me.  A moment later, a second finger joins the first.  I’m so wet, there’s no resistance at all as you begin to slowly stroke me. Testing me.

I still can’t believe this is happening.  For how much you seem to like telling me no, you certainly gone from zero to sixty in the space of an hour.  Just how far are we going to go?

I want to know.  I need to know.

“Did you know I fantasized about you and your sister fucking in my bed?”

The question catches me so off-guard; I tense. “I do now “…  I lick my lips at the thought.

You work a third finger into my pussy the same way you did the first two.  Slowly. Methodically.  “Would you like fucking your sister in my bed with your fingers like you fucked your pussy when I walked in ?”

I nod, barely daring to breathe.  “Yes”

“Licking and sucking on her cunt”… You shake your head.  “If I’d walked in then would you let me watch you make her cum?”

The room feels like it’s getting hotter with each second that passes.  I look down my body to where you’re still finger fucking me.  You’re not going after my G-Spot the way you did last time.  No, you’re stroking me like you own me and you’re reminding us both of the fact.  Slow and thorough and possessive.  I swallow hard.  “I think I’d like that very much”

“ Mmm. I think so, too: You slide your free hand over my hip, fingers dipping beneath the fabric.  “You would roll over on your knees while eating her sweet pussy.  Showing me your needy little cunt as you bury your fingers deep in her, How’s a man supposed to walk away from an invitation like that?”

“He’s not,  You’re not”

“I should.  You state it as a fact. “You’re not for me, and taking what you’re offering is a shitty thing to do” You inhale deeply.  “Just a taste, baby girl.  Just a taste and that will have to be enough”

Enough for who?

It’s sure as hell not going to be enough for me

You slide down to settle between my thighs.  You give me one last long look.  “Be quiet baby girl, if you make too much noise, I have to stop”

“I’ll be quiet. I promise,” I whisper

My resolve doesn’t last through the first drag of your tongue over my pussy.  A whimper works its way past my lips despite my best efforts.  You don’t stop. You dip one hand beneath my shirt to press against my stomach, holding me in place as you explore my pussy with your mouth just as thoroughly as you did with your fingers.  Tracing and teasing and nowhere near enough to get me over the edge.  The fact that my orgasm doesn’t seem to be your aim in this moment only makes this sexier.  you’re not doing this to get me off so we can hurry up and fuck.  You’re savouring me, lingering over my taste the way someone does over expensive whiskey.

Another whimper slips free.

I barely register that you’ve stopped.  You dig one hand into my hair and pull my head to the side a bit.  You drag your mouth along the bared line of my neck, your words low and rough and just for me.  “I told you to be quiet”

“I’m sorry” But I’m not.  As much as I love your mouth on me, the feeling of your weight pressing me into the mattress is so much better.  I roll my hips, seeking your cock, but you stop me easily, pinning my lower body with yours.

“No, you’re not” You set your teeth against the spot you just kissed. “You’re not even a little sorry.”

You’re right, I’m not.  I like pushing you.

My hands are pinned between us, trapped between our stomachs.  I’ve played with bondage a bit over the years, but this feels entirely different.  It’s almost primal.  I want you to overpower me, to hold me down and fuck me into submission…

“Daddy” I breathe.

“Yeah?”

“I’m not going to be able to keep quiet.” I hesitate.  “Cover my mouth”

“Cover your mouth” You repeat

A bolt of pure lust overrides any thought.  “Yes.: I nod as much as I’m able with your hold on my hair.  “Cover my mount. Hold me down. Fuck me”

Your chuckle is a rasp against my skin.  “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

I blink at the ceiling.  Of course, I’d like that. It’s why I brought it up.  “Yes”

“Cover your mouth and hold you down while I fuck you” Another drag of your mouth against my throat.

 “Then you can pretend that you’re still a good girl.  That you’re not a little slut who’s fucking a man she barely knows, the man that belongs to her little sister.  In the house he shares with her…  And then you get to pretend that you’re not dripping for my cock.”

The rough words have me moaning, and that’s when you move again.  You release my hair and cover my mouth with a rough hand.  Your lips brush the shell of my ear.  “I’m not going to hold you down.  You don’t get to pretend you’re anything but eager for what I’m giving you.”

You raise yourself enough that I have no choice but to move my hands.  I tentatively place them on your hips and slide them beneath your shirt to touch bare skin.  You release a rough breath at my touch.  “That’s right.  Now be a good girl and lift your hips”

My blood has turned to fire.  I dig my heels into the mattress and lift my hips as you shift back enough that your cock notches at my entrance.  Your hand over my mouth tenses.

 “You gave this pussy to me, baby girl.  That means if I what to fuck it bare, that’s what I’m going to do.  You’re going to love every moment of it.  Isn’t that right?” 

You lift your hand just enough for me to answer.

It doesn’t matter that we already discussed birth control before this moment. We’re playing a game, and in this game you’re going to fuck me dirty as if you don’t give a shit about the potential consequences.  As if I’m a plaything for you, a possession to be toyed with until you’ve wrung out every bit of enjoyment.

“Yes Daddy”

“Good girl” You cover my mouth again and lower your lips to my ear.  “You remember the rules..”

If its to much, I tell you

I simply nod against your hand.

You shift, the head of your cock pressing against my entrance.  You’re big, wide, and thick.  I can’t stop a whimper as you sink into me a little, stretching me almost uncomfortably wide despite my earlier orgasm.

“None of that, baby girl.  You can take it” For all your rough words, you go achingly slowly, tiny strokes that wedge your cock into me little by little.  It feels never-ending.  “You’re so fucking tight.”

The words almost make me laugh.  Of course I’d feel tight when you’re so huge.  I slide my hands down your hips and beneath the jeans you’re still wearing to your ass.  The fact that I’m still wearing a shirt and you’ve still got your clothes on only makes this fantasy hotter.  As if you really did just wander into the room by accident and decide to take me up on what I’m offering.  As if we’re not alone in your house and someone could walk in at any moment finding you wedging your cock into my pussy, deeper and deeper with each passing second.

I moan again, the sound trapped against your palm.  You sink the rest of the way into me in response.  Only then you go still, allowing me to adjust to your size.  It doesn’t take long.  After all, you weren’t lying when you said I’m practically dripping for you.  I shift a little, experimenting with the feel of you inside me.

“All those little whimpers and shakes and, here you are, taking my entire cock”

 I can’t see your face in our current position, but I don’t need to in order to hear how coldly amused you are.  I clench around you in response.  You curse again.  “We have to be quiet.  Can’t have the headboard giving us away.”

I nod again. I’m panting, my breath coming too fast, to hard.  How do you know exactly what to say in order to set me aflame?  It’s dirty and all kinds of wrong, but it’s fantasy and fantasy can’t hurt anyone.  It can only bring us pleasure.

You begin to fuck me, a long slow withdrawal, and an equally slow advance.  The bed barely moves.  I can’t move.  You slip your free arm beneath the small of my back, lifting my hips and holy shit… that angle has you dragging against my G-spot.  You know it, too.  Instead of the deep strokes you’ve been doing, you work the tip of your cock against that spot inside me until I’m moaning with each move.  Even with your hand covering my mouth, I’m not being quiet.  I’m not even trying.

Pleasure coils tighter and tighter through me, centering where you work my G-spot.  I’m so fucking close, I’ m getting lightheaded.  So… fucking… close…

I don’t mean to dig my nails into your ass.  I really don’t.  You growl against my neck and surges forward, impaling me to the hilt.  I let loose a little scream, but you ignore it.  “It’s like that, is it?”  You hitch my hips higher, sinking even deeper into me.  “You need more ?”

I’m already nodding.  “Fuck me” the words are muffled, but clear.

You curse.  “We’re going to get caught”  You pull back and slam into me.  The headboard gives a dull thump against the wall, the sound feeling much louder than it actually is.  Because someone could hear.  Because we’re giving ourselves away.

You do it again.  “But you don’t care about being caught, do you?  All you care about is getting this cock as deep inside you as possible.  Dirty.  Little. Slut.”

How can you turn words that should be harsh into something that’s an endearment?  I don’t understand it, but I’m not about to question it.

“Do you hear someone coming down the hallway?”  you murmur against my ear.  “If they open this door, they’re not going to be able to pretend we’re doing anything but fucking” 

Your hand tenses on my mouth and then you’re fucking me harder, the sound of flesh meeting flesh twining with the headboard hitting the wall.  “I don’t give a damn.  I’m not going to stop”

“Don’t stop”  I moan.

“I won’t.”  Your fingers dig into my jaw. You’re losing control.  That knowledge drives my lust higher, lures my orgasm closer.

 “Your pussy is too good.  I can’t stop fucking you. No matter who walks into this room.  Not until you come and I fill you up.  That’s what you want, isn’t it, dirty girl?  For me to fuck you all night and then for you to go home filled up with my come.  If you were quiet, no one would know what a little slut you’ve been” You curse and drives into me harder.  “ But you can’t be quiet, can you?  Fuck.  We’re going to get caught”

My orgasm sweeps me under.  I scream against your palm and surge up, trying to take you deeper.  You immediately understand what I need.  You wrench my leg higher and keep fucking me, one orgasm rolling into a second as you follow me over the edge, your strokes getting harsher and rougher until you grind into me, filling me up just like you promised.

I expect you to move back, to put some distance between us, but you release my leg and settles more firmly between my legs.  You carefully remove your hand from my mouth and lean back enough to study me expression.  Whatever shell-shocked expression is on my face must satisfy you, because you drift your fingers across the damp hair at my temple. 

“ You’re terrible at following instructions, baby girl”

“Sorry”

“ No, you’re not”

A goofy smile pulls at the edges of my lips.  “ No, I’m not”   I give your ass a squeeze and coast my hands up under your shirt to the muscles of your back.  I sigh a little.  “ I would really like you to be naked”

“You’ve been disobedient from the very start, and you keep making demands.”

Your gaze drips to my mouth, which is right around the moment when I realize that you haven’t kissed me.  Something akin to disappointment lodges in my chest, but with my body still practically vibrating from the pleasure of those orgasms, it feels flimsy at best.  Who cares if you’re not a kisser?  You gave me what I wanted; asking for more would just be greedy.

I feel extremely greedy right now.

I lick my lips, watching you watch the movement.  “Are you going to… punish me ?”

“Do you think you deserve it?”

“Probably.”  I can’t help a giddy little laugh.  “ After all, I’ve disappointed you.”