Without a word, Daddy guides me back to the bedroom.He points toward a pillow on the floor next to the bed.“Kneel, princess.Hands behind your back.”His voice is calm.I’m not sure what his aim is.I don’t know what to expect.But I don’t question him either.It’s not my place.
I assume the position he’s demanded as he removes his clothes.His room is spotless, and he doesn’t toss the items on the floor.He takes them and my clothes from the foot of the bed and carries them into the bathroom.I’m certain he put them in the hamper.I’m equally sure he closed the lid.
Deep breaths.
This is what I tell myself when he returns, gripping his cock.I tense.It’s huge.I knew it would be, but that doesn’t keep me from stressing.
He steps closer to me.Still holding himself in one hand.His other comes to the back of my head and grips my messy ponytail.The band has slid down several inches over the last few hours.
“Spread your knees, naughty girl.”
I part them several inches on the pillow.
“Are you comfortable, princess?”
I consider his question, searching his eyes, wondering what the right answer is.“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.Sometimes, I will intentionally want you to experience discomfort.It’s good for you.It will help you appreciate the times I allow you pleasure.”His grip tightens on my hair, tugging just hard enough to emphasize his words.
“Yes, Sir.”
“You will take my cock now, Briana.You will suck it into your throat just like you’ve been taught.When I come, you will swallow every drop as it shoots down the back of your throat.I don’t like messes.If you dribble, you will lick it up.”
The fact that he doesn’t like messes is an understatement.I’m well aware.I’ve become as obsessively anal as he is in order to please him.
He steps closer and rubs my lips with his thick erection.
I’m nervous.I want to make him happy.I want to make him burn for me.It feels powerful.
“Open, princess.Take me in.Be careful with your teeth.It’s okay to graze my skin, but no biting.”
I part my lips and inhale through my nose as he fills my mouth.His grip on my hair is tight.I enjoy the pressure and the fact that he’s holding me steady.
“Relax your throat, Briana,” he commands.
I’m trained to do this.I can do it.I know I can.But this is different because he’s going to control the depth and speed.When I’ve practiced with the dildo, I could take my time, ease it in deeper, and pull back when I started to panic.
Daddy is not going to let me retreat.
My heart rate picks up as he fills my mouth.His cock is bigger than the dildo.The stretch is too much.I start to panic.
Daddy’s fingers tighten in my hair.“Focus, Briana,” he orders.
I want to release my hands from behind my back and grab his thighs.I want him to pull out.Give me a chance to regroup.But he’s not going to.He doesn’t go easy on me.He takes.And takes.To remind me of my place.
But he also gives.And I have to live for those moments.
Closing my eyes, I exhale through my nose and accept more of him.It’s too much, but I won’t disappoint him.
He fills me deeper, and I know he isn’t fully seated yet.Not even close.But I try not to think about how many more inches I will be forced to take.
I’m temporarily relieved when he eases partway out, but he thrusts forward faster, deeper, harder, and a whimper escapes my mouth, vibrating around his erection.
Daddy groans.“Oh, princess… Do that again.”
Do what?
He pulls almost out and surges even deeper.