Little Devil

In front of the couch, she knelt down in the skirt that he had her put on for him. She was going to save it until tomorrow, where she would flash her cheeks as she walked out the door and tease him with the thought of her being out in public without him there to pull her into his lap when she felt too shy to be in the plaid skirt that she was wearing. 

She cradled his balls in her hand, and had her mouth slobbering all over the tip of his cock, moving her head up and down the shaft. She looked up at him from time to time, checking to see that she was satisfying him. With his blue eyes shut, and his head tilted up, resting against the back of the couch, she could hear his moans escape almost like a growl. He tangled his hand in her hair, pulling it slightly. Her bare nipples were too far away for him to graze with his fingers, and he needed her attention. 

“You’re such a good girl,” he cooed. And, she melted for him. 

When he felt the vibrations of her whines on his cock, he shuddered and shot his load into her mouth. He rested his hand on her cheek and she nuzzled against it, sucking his thumb and letting it lay on her tongue. When she was in subspace, she liked being on her knees for him. She craved having him inside of her, even in the most subtle way. He lifted her up and pulled her into his lap effortlessly. She wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled her face into his neck. 

She wanted to stay like thie forever, but the doorbell chimed, and he scooted her onto the couch. She scrambled to pull her white T-shirt over her head as he walked towards the door to give the delivery driver his tip. They had ordered pizza, but what she had really been craving was sleep. 

During the past week, stress had been heightened at work and she really just needed to collapse into him. In fact, he had taken too long to return and she curled up with the pillow that smelled most like him. Her eyes were shut, and he didn’t dare disturb her until it was time for him to sit down again. At this point, he guided her onto his belly, so she could hold him and rest at the same time. He liked the way her sleeping on top of him made him feel like her protector, like he was someone that she could be vulnerable around. Liked may have been an understatement. 

When she was sound asleep, he turned her body so that her tummy and her tits were exposed. He began toying with her nipples through her T-shirt and noticed the way they hardened under his touch. He heard the way her breath caught and he could tell that she was still conscious. He gave her nipple a harder tweak, pinching it between his fingers, and smiled when she let out a whimper. He ran his fingers down to the waistline of her skirt and back up to brush against her throat.

“Open,” he instructed, firmly. 

“What are you doing?” she murmured, hazily.  “Daddy, what are you doing?” he corrected. 

“Daddy, what are you doing?” she obliged. “You know you’re not supposed to fall asleep before I’m done with you,” he growled. “Now, open your mouth and suck on Daddy’s fingers.” 

She opened her mouth, and he stuck his fingers in, to get them nice and wet before pushing her panties to the side and sliding his wet fingers into her flooded pussy. With his free hand, he pushed her knee down to keep her legs open and began thrusting his hand in and out of her tight little hole. He dragged her nectar up as he circled her clit with his finger and watched as she squirmed for him. 

She knew that he liked to return the favor when she made him cum, but she didn’t know that he was obsessed with being her need for release. In this sleep drunk state, he pumped his fingers in and out of her while his other hand pushed firmly on her pelvis to stimulate her from the outside. 

“Please, I’m so sleepy,” she whined. “I was sleeping so nicely.” “You owe me this orgasm,” he said. “And, when we’re at that Halloween party on Friday, and I pull you into the bathroom to pin you against the wall and fuck you while your friends are right on the other side of the door, you’ll owe me that orgasm too. I decide when you cum, and your job is to obey.” 

“Yes, Daddy,” she moaned. She opened her brown eyes now and looked up at him as he focused on polishing her clit with his finger. “That feels so good. I’m so close.” “I’m not going to stop until you cum,” he said. “Keep your legs open nice and wide.” He could feel her hips start to buck against him, and her thigh start to twitch, like it always did when he touched all of the right places. “Why are your legs shaking?” he asked. “Do you want me to stop?” 

“No!” she pleaded. “I’m so close. Daddy, please—please—please…” 

“Please what?” 

“Please can I cum? Can I cum for you, please?”  “What a good girl. Asking so nicely. Cum on Daddy’s fingers.”