Page 9 of Daddy's Obsession
I can’t hold back my pleased smile. I love it when he calls me princess. He’s not the first person to call me that but he’s the first one to use it in a non-condescending way. I sit at the table and take in the heaping stack of pancakes, fluffy eggs, and bacon. Honest to goodness bacon. I might be drooling.
“Uhm, Gage?”
He looks up from his phone, frowning at my untouched food. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t eat this. I’m on a restricted diet and I already ate pizza yesterday.” I look longingly at the bacon. Man, I miss bacon. “It’s Wednesday, today is plain nonfat yogurt with two tablespoons of granola and ten organic blueberries. The concierge should have stocked the fridge with my morning meals per my requirements.”
Gage scoffs. I don’t think I’ve heard anyone scoff before. “I saw your meal plan. They are starving you half to death. Let me ask you; do you want to eat no-flavor yogurt and granola or that piece of bacon you’re eye-fucking?”
“I can’t gain any weight… do you know how many calories are on this plate?”
“I don’t fucking care. Which meal will make you happy? If you want the yogurt, that’s fine, but don’t you dare eat it because it’s what is expected of you.”
He lifts one eyebrow as if he’s daring me to deny that I want the pancakes and bacon. I pick up the bacon and nibble the end. “Oh, my lanta,” I moan at the crisp goodness as it practically melts on my tongue. I take another bite and another until the piece is gone, and because I’ve apparently lost my mind, I lick the grease from my fingers, savoring every last taste.
“I’ll never be able to look at a piece of bacon without getting a hard-on again. Fuck, you’re sexy.” He shifts in his seat and adjusts himself.
I’m no longer hungry for bacon. I want Gage. I want to please him. I want to taste him like he tasted me. I slide off my chair and crawl to Gage. He spreads his legs and I rest on my knees between them, my hands on his thighs. I look up at him hungrily.
“What are you doing, princess?” His voice is a rough growl that sends a shiver down my spine.
“I want to taste you.”
His eyes close for a moment and then he looks at me heatedly. “I don’t think you know what you’re asking for.” He grips my hair, tugging it roughly. “I was going to go slow with you. Take my time but here you are offering yourself up like a virgin sacrifice.”
My pussy clenches at his words even as a slight spark of fear winds its way through me. Gage doesn’t want to make sweet love to me… I always imagined my first time would be romantic and slow. If I do this with Gage, he’s going to take me roughly and without remorse, I just know it. The dream of a tender lover dissipates and is replaced with a vision of Gage on top of me, holding me down and pounding into my body.
“Can I please taste you, Daddy?”
“Take out my cock.”
I fumble with his belt buckle for a second with nervous hands but make quick work of his zipper. He lifts his hips and pushes his pants down to give me better access. He’s freaking huge. I’ve seen penises before, there is very little in the way of modesty in the modeling world, but Gage is longer and thicker than any I’ve ever seen. To say it’s intimidating is an understatement. A pearly drop of pre-cum beads on the tip and I lick my lips, wondering what it tastes like.
“Lick it,” Gage commands.
I lean forward and lap at the tip of his cock. His flavor bursts across my tongue. It’s not at all what I imagined, kind of salty and not at all unpleasant. I’ve heard girls talk about it being bitter and awful. The other models talk about blowjobs like they are a chore but after just one taste, I want more. I lick the tip, then circle my tongue around the head of his cock. I run my tongue down the length of him, then back up again.
“Wrap those sweet little lips around my cock and suck.” I don’t hesitate in obeying. I suck first the head and then take him further. I bob up and down, trying to find a rhythm but worrying that I’m not doing it right. “Mmm. Your mouth is so hot and slick. Such a dirty little virgin sucking Daddy’s cock. Untie the robe, I want to see what’s mine.” Again, I don’t hesitate and open my robe. I want to please him.
His eyes roam over my exposed body hungrily. I lean forward and suck him back into my mouth. I try to take more of him and end up gagging. Embarrassed, I pull away. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m doing.”
He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me back down to his cock, my lips barely kissing the tip. “You were gagging on my cock like my good princess.”
He rocks his hips up, wordlessly telling me what he wants. I take him back in my mouth, moving tentatively up and down his shaft. His hand tightens in my hair, stopping my movements. He abruptly stands, the chair banging to the floor behind him. I’m startled by his sudden movement, and I barely have time to catch my breath when he thrusts into my mouth, going deeper than before. I gag. His eyes flash with heat every time he pushes past my gag reflex. My eyes water in response but I love it.
I love that he’s taking charge. That he’s doing exactly what he wants without apologies. “God, sweetheart, your mouth. I’m trying to control myself, but I can’t with you.” As if to prove his point, he thrusts even deeper into my mouth, his cock bumping against the back of my throat. My throat constricts, and I swallow around him reflexively.
“Fuck, yes.”
My pussy is throbbing, and I’m so turned on I can hardly stand it. I rub my thighs together and moan around his cock at the pleasure.
“Naughty girl. Spread those thighs. I own all of your pleasure.”
I whimper in need but do as he says. I redouble my focus on his cock. Swallowing around him as he enters my throat and sucking him as he pulls back. He tells me I’m a good girl. That I’m a perfect little cock sucker. And best of all, he tells me I’m his.
“I’m going to come, and you better swallow every drop.” His movements become uneven and his cock seems to swell even bigger, if that’s possible, and then my mouth is flooded with his salty release. And just like he said, I swallow every bit of it down, then lovingly lick his cock clean. Once I’m done, I sit back on my heels and look up at him.
“Was that okay, Daddy?”