Page 7 of Daddy's Obsession
“Mmm. You taste like heaven.”
“I—I…” she stutters, her words completely lost to a moan when I push her panties aside and lick her sweet slit. She’s waxed completely bare and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I grip her thighs, holding her steady as I lick her with soft swipes of my tongue until she buries her hands in my hair and rocks her hips forward, trying to control my movements. My palm cracks down on her ass in a resounding slap. Estella gasps but doesn’t push me away.
“I’m in control, little girl, understand?” She quickly nods and releases her grip on my hair. “Good girl.”
I give her one more slow lick before standing. I quickly remove her panties and bra, then l lead her to the bathroom. Once she’s in the tub, I kneel beside it and reach for the soap.
“I can wash myself.”
“I know you can, but I want to take care of you.” I’m pleased when she doesn’t protest any further. I start with her back and shoulders, gently massaging her as I wash her. She makes soft little sounds in the back of her throat that tell me how good it feels that have my cock aching and me fighting to control the urge to fuck her right here right now. Once she’s fully relaxed, I move to her front, running my hands up over her shoulders and down her chest. I circle her breasts, avoiding her sensitive nipples. Her chest rises and falls as her desire ratchets up.
“Gage, please,” she gasps when my thumb barely grazes the underside of one hardened nipple.
“What do you want?”
“Touch me.”
“I am touching you.” I cup her breasts and gently squeeze them to prove my point. She arches her back and moans in response.
“My nipples… touch my nipples.”
I nip her ear. “Ask nicely, princess.”
“P-please touch my nipples.”
“Good girl.”
I swipe my thumbs over the turgid peaks, then pinch them lightly. She moans and rubs her thighs together. I pluck at her nipples, then run my hands down her stomach, I bypass where she needs me the most and she groans in distress. I lift her left leg from the water and wash her foot, massaging the sole until she once again relaxes back into the water.
“Goodness, that feels amazing.”
I switch to her other foot and give it the same treatment. By the time I’m done, Estella has her eyes closed and is completely relaxed, that is until I start working my way up her legs… first with her delicate ankles, then her calves… she squirms a little when I find a ticklish spot on the back of her knees and I make note to explore the area with my mouth later. Estella is panting by the time I’ve reached her upper thighs.
She parts her thighs in invitation and who am I to decline?
Her pussy lips are puffy and pink, her little clit peeks out from beneath its hood and even the bathwater can’t hide her wetness from my seeking fingers. I tease around her entrance while I press my thumb against her clit. I haven’t even breached her opening yet and I can tell I’ll have a hard time working my cock into her. She’s so tight and small. I picture her pink lips spread around my thick cock as I fuck her and nearly come in my pants.
Jesus, I’m ruined over this girl. I wouldn’t want it any other way. Before the night is over, she’s going to know who she belongs to and I’m never letting her go.
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Estella
Oh,my lanta.
My body is humming from pleasure. Gage is teasing my clit relentlessly and I can feel an orgasm building bigger and bigger deep inside me. I’m almost afraid to let go. It’s a very real possibility that I will explode into a million tiny pieces and never be able to be put back together again. I war against my body’s need, almost as desperate to deny my release as I am to claim it, but then Gage starts to push one thick finger inside me and I detonate.
The slow invasion is more than I can resist. I cry out as lights flash in front of my vision. I’ve brought myself to orgasm in the past but this far surpasses anything I’ve ever felt in my life and it keeps growing and growing. Gage doesn’t stop his ministrations, even when I push against his arm, desperate for a respite from the unrelenting pleasure.
I stop fighting against him when he pinches my nipple sharply. “Who is in control?”
I gasp and moan at the fiery pleasure-pain as another orgasm rolls through my body. “You,” I say, not recognizing the sound of my own voice. “You’re in charge. Ohh…”
“Daddy. Say, ‘you’re in charge, Daddy.’”
My pussy clenches around his fingers at the taboo command. I’ve read my fair share of sexy books, and secretly love BDSM books. I may be a virgin but I’m far from naïve. One of my favorite independent authors writes books with daddy doms and I’ve always been intrigued. I often imagine myself in the heroine’s shoes… now is my chance to live out one of my most secret fantasies.
“You’re in charge, Daddy.” I’ve barely finished speaking when Gage’s mouth takes mine in a toe-curling kiss. His fingers slow until he’s simply petting my sensitive folds. Our kiss turns from a fierce coupling to a languid meeting of lips and tongues. Every muscle in my body feels limp as a wet noodle.