24 - Fiona
Seeing Daddy flipped a switch in me. I came into this room expecting to ignore the guy who “bought” me at the auction. No one can buy me, though! I'm not for sale, because I belong to Daddy, and...
I mean, Daddy's here, so everything worked out perfectly, right?
Yup, um... a little, except I've got one teensy tiny problem now...
Like I said, seeing Daddy flipped a switch in me. I think maybe it's a dial instead of a switch, though. One you can keep turning up and up, you know? Mine was at zero before I knew Daddy was here, and then it went to a solid five after I figured it out. Ten's probably the highest, but right now my dial feels like it's at an eleven or a twelve.
And what's that mean exactly? Yup, um...
I shimmy my skirt up so I can easily remove my panties for Daddy just like he asked. He watches me intently and I hesitate. He clears his throat while he stares at my thong and I suddenly feel super embarrassed for no reason. I mean, I've removed my panties for Daddy before, right? Yup, obviously, except none of those times were ever like this.
Blushing, my cheeks lighting up the room with how red they are, I reach for the thin straps of my thong, the ones resting on my hips, and I slowly peel them down my legs. Daddy watches, and then his straight face turns into a wicked grin.
They're stuck. Not that stuck. I can remove them. Except that I'm wetter than I thought possible considering we haven't even been doing anything. My arousal soaks through the front of my thong and the tiny patch of cloth clings to my pussy as I try to pull my panties down and take them off for Daddy.
They come off, but not without a little bit of a fight. My pussy is completely drenched by my arousal and I leave a trail of slickness down my thighs as I finally give in to Daddy's demands. Once I have my thong around my ankles, I step out of it gingerly and then stand up, clinging to the tiny little thing.
Daddy holds out his hand, palm up. “Those are mine,” he says with a devilish grin. “You won't be wearing them for the rest of the night.”
I nod and say nothing, simply looking down at Daddy's feet while I hand over my panties that now look far too small to ever have even fit on me. He takes them, his fingers glistening from my arousal as he carefully bunches up my thong and stuffs it into his pocket.
“Now...” Daddy says, just one word, slow and languorous.
Oh no. There's more? We don't have that much time in here so I'm not sure what we're going to do, though. Is he going to punish me? Um, I wouldn't really mind...
Spank me? Please, Daddy...?
“On the bed,” he tells me. “Crawl up on your hands and knees. Keep your skirt up just like that, baby girl. Get so that your ass is just about even with the side of the bed and stay there.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I say, nodding quick.
I hurry to the edge of the bed and place my hands on it, then I climb up and crawl forward until my pussy and the curves of my butt are on open display for him. I don't look back, but I can tell Daddy's staring at me, looking at the wetness he brought on. I'm completely soaked and embarrassed and I'm pretty sure if I stay like this for much longer I'm going to drip on the bed and leave a massive wet spot.
To be fair, Daddy and I usually leave wet spots in a lot of places, but I'm really not sure how I feel about leaving one here. This isn't my bed. It's not Daddy's bed, either. I have no idea whose bed this is, actually. Are they going to know? I don't see how they wouldn't figure it out!
So basically I'm leaving a wet spot on some stranger's bed and there's no possible way they won't know it's from me. This room was reserved for Daddy and I after the auction, so...
I hear something, but I'm too caught up in my own imagination to realize what it is. I figure it out real quick, though. Zip. Yup, that's a zipper. And then something else.
That's... that's a cock.
Oh my gosh.
Daddy comes up behind me, his cock hard and perfectly lined up with my pussy. He stands there, the head just barely tapping against my arousal-slick slit. I can feel him jump a little, his cock throbbing as he comes so incredibly close to pushing himself inside me. He doesn't, though. He stays just like that, stands just far enough away that we aren't together but we're still touching.
“Are you ready for your punishment?” Daddy asks me.
“I'm really sorry, Daddy,” I say before burying my face in the blankets in front of me on the bed.
“I'm glad you're sorry but I'm still going to punish you,” he says, firm.
“I know,” I tell him, pouting, my voice muffled in the blankets.
“You aren't going to enjoy this,” he says, with a hint of mystery and intrigue in his voice. “That's not entirely true. The point is to enjoy it, but not too much.”
“I don't understand?” I say to him.
“I'm going to step forward, baby girl,” he says, gentle. “Ready?”
Before I can answer, Daddy does exactly what he said. When he steps forward, his cock pushes inside me, filling me. I let out a murmured gasp but I don't know how loud I can be, so I hold most of my excitement in. I squeeze tight against the blankets as Daddy thrusts all the way inside me. I'm beyond wet so it's not exactly hard for him to do, either. Even still, Daddy's a perfect fit, his cock throbbing deep in my tight little pussy.
I used to think I might be too small for Daddy to fit himself inside me, but over time I realized that we're just perfect together. Not too big, not too small, but just right...
“Now what I want you to do,” Daddy says, this time with a mischievous smirk sneaking into his words, “is to press your chest right up against the bed to help yourself stay balanced. You're going to reach between your legs with one hand and play with yourself. Do it good, baby girl. I want you to try to make yourself cum as quickly as possible, but--and here's where your punishment comes in--under no circumstances are you to actually cum. You can get close, you can feel like you're about to at any second, but if you make yourself cum then you're in even more trouble later. Understand?”
I nod and quickly shove one hand between my thighs as I get into position for Daddy. I'm already teasing myself, building myself up to a quick orgasm, and I nearly go over the edge a few seconds in but finally stop myself.
“Um, Daddy?” I ask, trying to distract myself before I go way too far overboard. I never knew how hot this could be, and now I feel kind of stupid for not realizing it before.
“Yes, Fiona?” Daddy answers.
“I can't cum, right?” I ask him.
“That's correct,” he tells me.
“But... can I make you cum?”
“You want me to cum?” he asks me, smirking as he lays one palm on the upper curve of my ass, fingers resting on my hiked up dress.
“A little bit,” I say, lying to myself. “Or... a lot... please, Daddy?”
“You won't have your panties for the rest of the night,” he reminds me. “I'm not going to pull out, either. If you make me cum, I'm going to cum inside you, and you're going to have me leaking out of you the rest of the night while we're at the party. Whenever we dance, whenever we go to get a drink, even when we're just standing around talking...”
Oh... oh my God... that's...
My fingers tease and touch my clit just like Daddy told me, but his reminder of what will happen if I make him cum inside me does more than any physical touch ever could right now. Is that what I want? A naughty little reminder of what Daddy and I did when we were in this room for seven minutes together, alone? How much more time do we have, though? Can I make him cum before we have to leave?
I rock back and forth, grinding up and down on Daddy's cock. He shifts behind me, his fingers digging roughly into the soft curve of my ass. I toy with my clit with two fingers, first stroking up and down fast to get myself close, and then slowly circling around. Daddy's precious little pearl, that's what I like to think of my clit as.
Just for him! I hope he likes it...
My pussy spasms, nearly sending me over the edge into an orgasm, but I stave it off quick and go back to normal. Except I'm so incredibly tight and worked up at the moment that I don't know how much longer I can last. I...
“Daddy...?” I whimper, moving my hips, sliding up and down his cock. “How... how much time do we...?”
“Around three minutes,” he says, his words coming out as more of a grunt. “You feel so good, baby girl. I can feel you. You really want to cum, don't you?”
“Uh huh, I do, but...”
“I'll more than make it up to you when we get back to the hotel, alright?” he says, softly patting my butt with one hand.
He shifts his other hand to my hip, holding me lightly, letting me do all of the work of punishing myself by denying my own orgasm.
This is either the best or the worst punishment. I'm practically gushing, fully ready to go, but... I can't. I can't do it! That thought and that alone is what somehow keeps me sane. Well, I mean, that and the fact that Daddy told me he's going to give me the orgasm of a lifetime when we get back to the hotel.
Seriously, I don't even know if I'll be able to survive that one. I'm going crazy already, so if Daddy makes me go even crazier later, um...
Yes, please? Yes, I want Daddy to make me an incoherent, blubbering mess while he teases orgasm after orgasm out of my body back at our fancy hotel room.
And that nearly sends me over the edge, too. I pause, because I'm pretty sure even a slight breeze would bring me to orgasm right now. I can't even explain this. My mind is mush. I'm so wet and aroused that it hurts, but the best possible hurt in the entire world. And I could orgasm at any second, but I can't orgasm because Daddy told me not to.
It's like my orgasm keeps building and building, over and over, but at the last possible second I hold back, keep myself from going over the edge. And that's great, except then I realize there's another cliff to climb and I've never been up here, never gone this far, and...
Daddy's cock throbs and pulses inside me. Oh no. If there's one thing I know, it's that I get extra excited and aroused whenever Daddy cums inside me. It's like that's my moment of glory, and if I haven't already cum that always sends me over the edge. Even if I've already cum for him before, sometimes I'll just cum again out of the blue because of how sexy I feel after making Daddy feel so amazing that he just needs to cum for me.
This is a serious problem at the moment. I need to be good. I wasn't good, and this is Daddy's way of punishing me, and I need to be good. I mean, I wasn't exactly a terribly bad and naughty girl, either. I get why Daddy's a little upset, but I don't think he's too upset, either.
He's...
I don't have time to go over this in my mind anymore. I stop completely, my fingers barely touching my clit because any amount of extra sensation is going to completely obliterate me right now. Daddy cums inside me over and over again, practically an endless amount, jet after jet of his sticky sweet seed filling my pussy. I can feel every part of him, his throbbing cock, each pulsing vein, every last drop of his cum.
My body is begging me for release. It's not even like it would be hard, either. Just a little... touch... right there...
I could. I could make myself. I probably could by complete accident if I'm being honest. It takes full and measured control not to cum right now even though my mind and my body are screaming at me to just... just do... a little...
It gets even worse when Daddy keeps pumping inside me. His orgasm is mostly done now, but his cock lets out these light spasms every few seconds and I can practically feel every last drop of his cum splashing inside of me.
And if I thought that was bad, it gets even worse still. He's filled me so utterly and completely that there's nowhere else for it to go but out. Daddy's sticky white cream slowly slides out of my pussy and down my thighs, heading towards the wet spot I'm sure I left on the bed already.
Yup... everyone's going to know what we did in here...
I don't know if that's incredibly embarrassing or stupidly hot. It's incredibly stupidly embarrassingly hot? I guess that's a thing and I'm only just now realizing how much of one it is sometimes.
I don't think I'd want to make this a common, everyday occurrence, but...
“One last touch,” Daddy tells me. “Show me that you can keep yourself under control for me, baby girl.”
I whimper and whine and fight with every inch of my being. I can't. I don't want to. I don't trust myself, Daddy! I...
Slowly but surely, I press my fingers hard against my clit. It's too much. I'm too sensitive. I'm not even moving and I think I'm about to cum. My clit trembles under my touch, almost like how Daddy's cock felt when he was cumming inside me. Just a little piece of that, though. My clit is obviously much smaller than Daddy's cock, but for some reason I feel like everything I just felt from him is about to happen to me.
To finish this off, to prove to myself and to Daddy what a good girl I am, I slide my fingers up and down my clit one last time. My entire body shakes and I think I went too far. I'm going to cum. I completely misjudged what I was doing. I don't know why I did that. Why did I do that?
I'm so so so so so so sorry, Daddy!
I'm...
My body spasms and shakes and I think I'm about to cum at any second, to give in to my orgasm, but somehow I manage to keep hold of myself. Daddy slides out of me and that nearly sends me over the edge, too, but... no, I survive. I make it. I keep everything under control. I...
I fall onto the bed, unable to think of anything but having an orgasm and also not having an orgasm. Where am I and what am I doing? These thoughts, those answers, it's too much to fathom right now. I need to stop, need to calm myself, I need to...
Someone knocks at the door.
“Fifteen seconds!” a girl shouts to us through the closed door. “Whatever you're doing, hurry it up. I'm not waiting. You better be ready when this door opens.”
I stand on wobbly legs and nearly fall over, but Daddy catches me and keeps me up. His cock bounces in front of me, still hard even after how much I felt him cum. My first instinct is to reach out and touch it and to hold his shaft, which... I mean, I do that. I hold Daddy's cock tight in my hand, squeezing slightly.
I like it. This is mine. I'm Daddy's and Daddy is mine.
“Good girl,” Daddy says, smiling and kissing my forehead.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I whisper to him, soft and sweet.
“You're going to have to let go of that. I need to zip up. You need to pull your dress down, too.”
Daddy gently slides my fingers off of his shaft and then somehow manages to stuff his throbbing cock back into his pants, behind his boxer briefs, and zips everything up. I stand there in a stupor, completely oblivious of the fact that my dress is still hiked up around my waist.
Daddy grins at me, pulls my panties from his pocket, and then carefully wipes up as much of the mess between my thighs as he can. Once he's done, he quickly pulls my dress down and covers me up again.
Just in time, too. Three quick knocks on the door and then someone opens it wide. I stare at them, blinking, still confused.
Ummmm... yup.
Daddy wraps up my panties in a handful of tissues he found on a little table next to the bed and then covertly stuffs everything back into his pocket.
“You two look like you had fun...” someone says.
“Uh huh,” I say, nodding stupidly, which is apparently funny because then they laugh.
I can't even focus right now. I have no idea if the person who opened the door is a guy or a girl. Maybe it's two people, one of each. Who knows?
I need a nap.
Daddy takes my hand and squeezes it tight and I look up at him. Yes, thank you, Daddy. I'll be your good girl. Always! Forever, too. Please, if you'll let me?
I will follow Daddy anywhere, too. Anywhere and everywhere. He holds my hand tight and leads me out of the room. My first step is slow, a little wobbly, but I find my footing quickly after that and I gain confidence at Daddy's side.
I don't even know what just happened but it was amazing.