Daddy Takes Me, or Miss Lucy Learns to Love the Belt

Something had felt off for a few days.  We’d both dropped hard after the large event and the storms, both scary and beautiful, that we had weathered.  We had played hard, together and with others.  Now we were coming back down to earth.  We found ourselves strongly grounded in the vanilla day to day. I think that was our problem.  I asked for something more from him.  I wanted to be taken aggressively.  I asked for fists in my hair, hand around my throat, rough “take me any way you want me” play. 

The evening began calmly.  We’d planned dinner but he wanted to play a bit.  Practice flogging, work on technique.  I also think there was a bit of punishment in there, a lesson to learn about playing on the train tracks again.  I’m always struggling with this one.  We worked together, both of us building on strike after strike.  

I give him a smile and encourage him to give me more.  He does and it’s fulfilling, the air knocked out of me, the delicious leather pulling across my skin.  I don’t go all the way down but it’s a lovely preview of his developing skills. 

After, I wrapped myself in a blanket and lay on the floor.  My back was warm and just a bit tender. I smiled, and he lay down next to me and touched me.  All I had on were white panties, and my blanket. 

He pulled the blanket away and left me exposed, rubbed softly on my nipples, my belly, before his hands trailed down to pull my panties to the side, just the way I like.  His mouth was on me fast, hungry, lapping up the wetness that had gathered there as he beat me.

I writhed under him, his tongue exploring me quickly, then with teasing slowness.  I arched my back and he slid his hands under my ass, gripping my hips to keep me in place.  He licked and sucked at my pussy and I inched closer and closer to orgasm.

He ran a finger along my slit, down to my asshole.  My body bucked towards his hand, begging him silently to stop there for a moment.

“Oh?” he asked.  “Does my babygirl want her ass played with?”

“Yes, PLEASE Daddy” I begged.  He laughed at my eagerness and slowly teased my little hole.  I pushed my ass towards him, hoping he’d understand.  He may have, but he made me beg for everything he gave me. 

“Tell Daddy what you want.”

“Put your finger in my ass.” I didn’t mean for it to come out as a whine, but I needed it so badly!

“Ask nicely, now,” he scolded.

“Please Daddy!? Please put your finger in my asshole…”  That laugh, again…and then the release as he finally slid a thick finger into my ass.  My pussy, already wet, began to gush with the new taboo breached.  Daddies shouldn’t do such things to their babygirls!

Daddy was finally playing with my ass and it felt so good.  I moved my hips, using his finger to fuck myself as he laid still.  He let me play with my clit and I came quickly and very hard.  I curled up my body and rolled away from him, shaking with each aftershock.  He pulled up close to me, careful not to touch me, his lips ever so close to my ear, and whispered

“Good girl.”

My body exploded with a new round of tremors and I came again, as was often the case with a well-timed post orgasm “good girl.” 

Daddy sat down in his big leather chair across the room.  When my body stopped shaking I sat up and looked at him.  My hair was tangled from rolling about on the carpet.  He smiled at me and gestured for me to come to him and sit at his feet.  I crawled over on my hands and knees, panties hanging around my thighs.  He helped me pull them back up, and he placed me between his legs, kneeling.  I closed my eyes as he stroked my hair.

I smiled, content at his feet, and happy to finally be feeling peace here rather than the fear and anxiety.  I knew I was safe and loved.

Eyes still closed, I was surprised to feel the cool leather of his belt as it wrapped around my neck.  He cinched it tight and my eyes opened, mouth a quiet grin.  I was leashed. 

He pulled it tighter and tighter, a game! And I leaned into it, feeling it push into my throat.  I could still breathe, but felt the lightheadedness begin.  Enough for a buzz.   My pussy ached and shivered.  He opened his pants and took out his cock.  Gave me the look that required no words.  I began running my tongue over the smooth skin of his sack, silently satisfied with the noises this always inspired from him.  After sucking gently on each ball, I took his cock in my mouth, slowly at first, feeling it grow stiffer in my mouth.  He pulled at the leash and forced himself deep into my throat.  I choked and he laughed a bit at my discomfort.

He enjoyed this, and released his grip a bit.  He saw the smile on my face and stood, began walking toward to the bedroom.  He maintained control of the lead and I followed, crawling along behind him.

I was ordered “down” on to the bed and I needed no further instruction.  I knelt on the edge of the bed, face down into the covers, ass in the air.  He entered me quickly from behind and it hurt.  I cried out and he drove in harder.  Pulled the belt back, my head lurched back with it, and I faced the ceiling.  My back was arched severely.  He fucked me harder, and I cried out, “Daddy, it hurts!”

He answered, “Sometimes it’s supposed to.”

The belt was tight around my throat and I leaned into it, relishing the tingling all over my body.  He thrust faster and harder and I felt my arms grow weak.  I knew it was close.  I breathed deeply and let go of control, allowed him and his leather belt to fuck me into unconsciousness.  Everything went fuzzy, and when I could focus again, I was laying on my stomach, his cock still inside me, belt a bit looser around my neck.  My pussy hurt.  He came with a growl and I curled up in a ball and shook with another orgasm.  More words in my ear…more shivering.  He allowed me a moment to recover, and then stated that he was hungry.

I had dinner planned and nearly prepared, it just needed to cook.  He decided the belt would remain around my throat, and I fixed his meal for him, leash dangling between my breasts, tapping my thighs as I moved about my kitchen. 

I served him his food, on my knees, nude, holding his plate for him.  I watched him enjoy every bite, my own plate waiting for me until he was finished and allowed me to eat.  I waited, patiently and happily, for his permission.