I finally had to pull back off him and took a gasp for air for a moment and then grinned. I’d finally done it. I was a good girl and took all of Daddy’s cock. I looked up at Daddy and I could tell that he was frustrated, but less frustrated that I’d disobeyed him and more frustrated that he wasn’t fucking me.
“Please, Daddy,” I whispered urgently. “I can’t sleep because I’m so horny. Please fuck me, Daddy. I need you so badly. I’ll be a good little girl and be quiet. Gag me. Put a pillow over my face. But fuck me. Please.”
That did the trick because I was suddenly being tossed across the bed and landing on my back. The next thing I knew Daddy was between my legs. In one hand he held my discarded night shirt. He looked at me and it was less my kind and loving Daddy, but more my stern “you’ve been a bad girl” Daddy. I could feel myself get wetter.
He glanced at the shirt and I nodded. I could promise to keep quiet all I wanted, but there was no way I was going to be able to keep quiet the first time he entered me. They were going to hear me in Kingston. I opened up my mouth obediently and he placed the shirt there. It was harder to breathe and it had nothing to do with the shirt.
He then took my legs and placed them on my shoulders. I was panting into the shirt and moving my hips. I was also soaking wet so there was no need for foreplay; I was eager for him to just start fucking me. Then, last minute, he grabbed a pillow and put it over my face. Before I could react, I could feel his cock push forcefully into my pussy.
I must have screamed. It’s for certain that I blacked out for a moment. When I was able to focus again, Daddy was looking down at me, the pillow by the side of my head.
“Nod if you’re ok, Kitten,” he said quietly. I bobbed my head up and down quickly, not wanting him to stop. I needed more.
He pulled back and then slid back into me and I moaned loudly into the shirt. Some part of me knew that I wasn’t being as quiet as I should, but it was late and the doors were closed, and I was gagged, and oh my fucking god I loved his cock. It was magic.
I could tell this was a different kind of fucking, though. There was less of the playfulness and energy there was when we normally fucked. His pace was steady, like he was trying to be quiet and get me off. It was working as I could already feel myself quickly accelerating to another orgasm. I always had a hair trigger, but this was ridiculous.
Between my muffled moans, the flushed color of my face and me trying to lift my hips up to meet him, he could figure it out. Finally, I could see he was beginning to enjoy himself because with a grin he took his hands off the bed, and placed them on my breasts. I had a second to realize what was about to happen, and frantically reached out to grab the pillow and put it over my face. Then he slammed into me the same time he pulled on my nipples and gently twisted them.
Boom. I screamed into the pillow as the orgasm exploded over me. I could feel my body twitch and my pussy pulse around his cock. I fully expected to feel the warmth of his cum flood into my pussy, but I was dimly aware that didn’t happen. Instead, I could still feel the steady pace of his cock moving back and forth inside me.
I took the pillow off my face and looked up at him, dazed. I wasn’t sure I could form words at that moment. Daddy leaned in, but with my legs still on his shoulders I was being bent in half. It felt like his cock sank into me another inch and I groaned, still pulsing from the last orgasm.
“You wanted to cum, Kitten,” he whispered. “So I’m going to make sure my horny little girl cums until she passes out.”
I had a brief flash thinking “Oh my fucking god” before he began to plow into me again, with my knees down by my ears and his face just inches away from mine. I could see the look in his eyes and, it wasn’t mean, but he was being dominant in a way he rarely does with me. And I quickly realized two things; that I needed it. After today I needed that release, not just by cumming, but by slipping completely into my Little space and letting him have his way with me.
And second, I had to tell him. If I didn’t he’d feel awful later, like he was mean or cruel to me, when he was just giving me what I needed. I reached up to take the gag out of my mouth and his hand stopped me and pinned it to the bed. I made my eyes go wide, hoping he would take the gag out. I needed to tell him quickly before I was too far gone.
Thank god, he figured it out because he reached out and took the shirt out of my mouth.
“What is it, Kitten?” he said, and I could hear the tension in his voice.
“It’s ok, Daddy. I need you to dominate me. I don’t need to cum, I need to be your little girl,” I managed to gasp out as quietly as I could. “Have your way with me. Please. I need you to.”
His face softened for a moment and then he leaned in and kissed me.
“I love you,” he said. And before I could respond he took my shirt and put it back in my mouth. Then he used one hand to pin my hands above my head and the other gently rested around my throat. His face hardened, but it was play acting serious. He understood what I needed.
“You’re mine, little girl,” he growled in my ear and then began fucking me hard again.
I came again, almost immediately. But this time, instead of fireworks exploding behind my eyes and my body spasming, it was like everything just let go. It was just…. bliss. It was amazing. My brain just went away and I just enjoyed everything Daddy was doing to me. Dominating me. Taking over so I didn’t have to think. Fucking me.
This went on what felt like forever. I was so out of it I was only dimly aware of hearing Daddy groan and then a rush of warmth into my pussy as he came. It was just one more wave of sensation washing over me. I was dimly aware that Daddy was letting go of my hands and removing his hand from my throat. He took the shirt from my mouth and I could hear myself let out a quiet gasp of breath.
“Are you ok?” he asked. His voice was tender and a little worried. God, I loved him. I managed a goofy smile and a slight nod of my head. I was still flying.
Eventually he pulled out and I moaned in disappointment. I wanted him hard and in me forever. He lay down on his back and gently guided me onto my side so that my head was resting in his chest. He had his arm around me and was holding me tightly, while running a hand through my hair. It was wonderful. I gradually came down from my bliss, and while I was sad I wasn’t flying anymore, I felt warm and loved in my Daddy’s arms.
“I think I can sleep now, Daddy,” I manage to murmur.
I could hear him laugh quietly, as I began to fade out. He said something, I muttered back that I loved him too. And then I passed out.
***
I woke up slowly the next morning, finding it hard to snap awake. The combination of not being able to sleep for hours, then Daddy making me bliss out meant that making the world come back into focus was challenging. All I could piece together was that Daddy wasn’t in bed with me.
Eventually, I managed to wake up enough to roll over and check my phone. It was almost 10 am.
“Oh my fucking God,” I managed to gasp out. My voice sounded weird to me. Then I realized I’d been screaming so much into the gag last night I had made my voice raspy. Meg was going to have a field day when she realized.
I got out of bed with the plan to throw on some clothes and head out to the kitchen and apologize. That’s when I felt my legs buckle a bit as I tried to stand. God, how far gone was I last night that I was still this shattered hours later? I went over to the dresser to grab some clothes when I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror.
Wow, I was a wreck. My hair was a mess, which was not uncommon for first thing in the morning, but my eyes had dark circles under them, and there was the possibility of some light bruising around my neck. Also, because I had passed out after Daddy came in me, I was a mess below the waist.
I looked like a well-used slut. Which, under ordinary circumstances that didn’t involve potential in-laws visiting, I would be able to joke with Daddy about.
I lowered my head, took a deep breath, and sighed. There was nothing to be done about it. I’d take my lumps from Daddy and Meg later, but right now I needed to make myself presentable. That meant a shower to start.
Thirty minutes later I opened the door of our bedroom. I was still feeling kind of spacey, but I was clean and the discoloration around my neck was mild unless you really look. My hair was as good as it was going to get, put back in a ponytail, and I had on an Alpha Flight t-shirt I robbed from Daddy and jean shorts. Maybe not fancy, but it was also my day off and a holiday. A certain amount of casual patriotism was acceptable.
There was no noise coming from the kitchen or living room and I was beginning to get worried. Where was everyone? As I was walking down the hall I noticed the door to the front deck was open. I went outside and there was Meg sipping a coffee, taking in the view. She glanced over at me and shook her head.
“My opinion of Ben is going up. What on Earth did he do to you last night that it takes until 10:30 to haul your ass out of bed?” she said.
I was bracing for some mocking, so I knew I was going to be embarrassed and I could feel myself flush. Still, I was an adult…. kinda, although I wasn’t feeling much like it at the moment. I had amazing sex last night. So what? I crossed my arms in front of my chest and stood up straight.
“I was having a hard time getting to sleep last night. D… Ben helped me,” I said, mentally cursing myself for another near slip. “Slept like a baby afterwards.”
Then, curious…”Did you hear anything?”
“Mercifully, no. I mean, have at it. It’s not like I’m shocked you’re having sex, I just don’t need reminders that I’m not,” she said, taking a last sip of her coffee and standing up. “Come on, we’re supposed to meet up with them for lunch.”
“Where are they?”
“Fortunately for you, when Helen and Mike got up this morning they asked Ben if it was ok for him to take them into Kingston before you woke up. Not entirely sure why, but I volunteered to stay here and wait for you. It’s been a pretty relaxing morning,” she said.
Meg quickly left her cup in the kitchen and then grabbed her car keys and I followed behind. I was feeling kind of obedient, which could be trouble if I didn’t see Daddy soon.
We’d been driving for a few minutes and I took the opportunity to text Daddy to let him know I was up and we were on our way. No response. I frowned and was trying to mentally will the phone to give me a response when Meg noticed.