Warning!!!
This chapter contains steamy and sexual content!!!
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I woke up looking for Alex next to me but found only a pillow, sighing in frustration. “I don’t want just sex,” I thought, noticing how less affectionate he had become, hardly saying anything sweet anymore. I got out of bed, threw on my underwear and the shirt he left behind, and went to his room, where I found him peacefully sleeping. I nestled in his arms and kissed his chest, which made him pull me in closer.
“I don’t like this distance,” I said.
“It’s only been three days,” he whispered, and I scoffed. I craved more than sex; I wanted to bring back what we had. Feeling a bit sulky, I was comforted when he tightened his hold on me.
“That’s alright, baby,” he murmured, bringing a smile to my face. There was my Alex. I gently caressed his chest, captivated by his tattoos. Then I felt his hand slide under my shirt, encouraging me to kiss his chest again.
“So, no more just sex?” he murmured, and I shook my head.
“You can be naughty when we’re like this,” I said, glancing down, and he kissed my forehead.
“Go spin the wheel and see what it lands on,” he suggested, and I nodded. He added, “Don’t cheat,” and I shook my head, denying it. Excitedly, I dashed to the other room and spun the wheel. It spun for a while before stopping on pseudo-masochism. I tilted my head and raced back to Alex.
“It landed on pseudo-masochism,” I informed him, and he raised an eyebrow. “Can you remind me what that means?” I asked. He licked his lips and pulled me onto his lap with my legs around his waist.
“It means you give me the right to punish you,” he said, delivering a sharp smack that made me squeak. “In simple terms,” he added, and I grimaced.
“Is there anything nice on that wheel?” I asked, and he laughed. “I want to get rid of anything that implies you can mistreat me,” I said, feeling his gentle touch as I leaned in for a kiss.
“Then it would just be daddy kink and romance, which would take away the excitement,” he said softly. “Though I could make bondage fun,” he added, looking at me with a smile.
“How?” I questioned, tilting my head. He dodged my inquiry, asking, “Are you reallyready to give up on the wheel after just three days?”
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“I just don’t like how you treat me; I need your love and affection every day,” I said innocently while he smiled and kissed me.
“Of course you do, sweetheart,” he murmured as I playfully nibbled on his lip. “But you’ll never know if you’ll like it unless you try,” he suggested, and I contemplated his words.
“I don’t think I want to attempt anything that involves pain for pleasure,” I confessed quietly. He gently stroked my jaw. “I’d rather stick to the options you mentioned-daddy kink, romance, and bondage,” I said, and he nodded in agreement.
“What if I cleverly blend everything you’re trying to avoid?” he proposed, and I looked at him doubtfully.
“I really don’t think that will work, Alex,” I replied softly, and he chuckled.
“We can always give it a try,” he murmured before kissing me as his hands slipped under my shirt.
“Do you want it?” he teased, biting my lip playfully while I let out a soft moan.
“I’m not sure,” I admitted, and he licked his lips. Suddenly, he rolled us over, positioning himself above me.
He stood and went to his closet, and I watched as he pulled out one of his ties-a vivid red one with black patterns. He walked back to me, displaying it while our eyes locked.
“Extend your hands,” he murmured, and I complied. He joined my wrists and began to tie them. I looked at him, confused.
“When I was a boy scout, I excelled at tying knots,” he mentioned, causing me to smile but complain slightly as he finished. It didn’t hurt, but it was uncomfortable. “I haven’t lost my touch,” he said as I watched him tear my shirt in two, making me gulp.
He kissed down my neck and positioned his hands on the clasp of my bra. For a moment, I thought he might break it too, but to my surprise, he pulled me by my hips closer to the headboard and wrapped the bra straps around a small ornament.
I stared at him, confused, as he caressed my body while I found myself tied to the bed.
He removed my panties and his boxers, then put on a condom before entering me slowly and subtly, making me sigh.
He began thrusting in and out of me faster, and I couldn’t help but moan, “Alex!” He knelt in front of me, gripping my legs and thrusting powerfully.
“Alex, please!” I screamed as he growled, “Call me DADDY.”
He slowed down, and I pleaded, “Alex, harder!” He went lower and deeper, prompting me to beg, “Please, don’t stop.”
“You’ll have to call me DADDY,” he whispered as I moaned from his harden thrusts.
“DADDY, fuck me harder!” I urged, and he obliged, thrusting even more forcefully. I arched my back as he kissed between my breasts and moved up to my neck.
“Oh, DADDY,” I moaned, watching him place one hand on the headboard for support, increasing the intensity of his thrusts. I moaned loudly, feeling a mix of excitement and desire.
I wanted to touch him, but the position heightened my arousal, relishing Alex’s control over me. I felt so much sweetness flowing through my body as he quickened his pace.
“I loved that Alex had so much control, I’m a fucking submissive.”
Soon I feel my body tenses as Alex thrust deepen and quickened, I scream with excitement, harder, harder Daddy, Don’t stop- I sob, you are hitting the right spot Daddy… fuck me like never before…. Alex quickened up his thrusts ramming my pussy hard all the time and all I felt was the pleasure and excitement, I didn’t want him to stop… he just keep fucking me hard as I moan and scream in excitement.