"Billy," Sidney whined, attempting to catch her boyfriend's attention from where she was lying on her bed.
Billy ignored her, nonchalantly playing with the red teddy bear as he sat in the rocking chair nearby.
"Billy, please," she whimpered, squirming against her binds. Billy tied her hands to her headboard with his belt and she could barely move her wrists from side to side, not enough to free herself.
Finally, Billy looked up, stoically watching her. "What do you want, Princess?" He asked.
"I…I want you."
Billy fought off the smirk that threatened to curve his lips at her statement, but the satisfaction blazed in his eyes. "You want me?" He questioned gleefully. "What do you want me for?"
Sidney blushed.
"Answer me, Princess."
"I…want you to…fuck me."
Billy made a feigned noise of surprise. "Why do you want me to fuck you? That's a bit of a sudden request, isn't it?"
"Billy, please…"
Billy's eyes darkened and his tone was sharp as he corrected her, "Daddy, Princess. You refer to me as Daddy when we're in the bedroom, do you understand?"
Sidney whimpered, his admonishment making her wetter. She could feel her slick sliding from her pussy, coating her inner thighs. "Yes, Daddy, I understand," she replied.
"That's a good Princess," his playful smirk returned to his face as he watched her shudder against the bed. His girl had a praise kink and he loved utilizing it. "Now…why do you want Daddy to fuck you?" He moved her teddy bear aside and leaned forward in the chair, fingers interlocking.
"I…I need to cum, Daddy." Sidney's face reddened as the words spilled from her mouth.
Billy's smirk widened. "But, Princess, why would you want me for that? Your fingers were working for you just fine earlier."
Sidney's blush deepened to the point where it looked as if she had sunburn as she remembered how she got into this situation. She had been so aroused earlier after getting home from school. Billy had been practicing with the football team and she'd stayed to watch him. Seeing him move across the field, his muscles rippling beneath the tight shirt of his uniform, sweat glistening on his face and arms as his eyes darkened with that primal need to dominate his opponents…her panties had been soaked and she hadn't been able to control herself when she got to her bedroom; she ripped off the wet fabric and spread her legs as wide as they could go on her bed before her fingers plunged mercilessly into her folds.
She was on the edge, just on the verge of cumming when she heard his smooth voice at the doorway. She remembered pulling her fingers out of her pussy and staring at him with wide eyes as he walked closer to her, his face somehow intense and unreadable at the same time.
"Are you supposed to be doing that, Princess?"
"N-No, Daddy…"
"And what aren't you supposed to be doing?"
"Touching myself…"
"And why aren't you supposed to touch yourself?"
"Because my pussy is yours, Daddy."
"That's right. You know what has to happen now, right, Princess?"
"Yes, Daddy."
After that, Billy proceeded to remove his belt and tie her wrists up high onto her headboard before walking over to the rocking chair and sitting there, watching her intently as she squirmed and whimpered from the absence of any kind of stimulation.
"Please, Daddy, I…" She trailed off.
"Use your words, Princess," Billy said sharply.
"I need to cum and my fingers…my fingers aren't as good as your cock. Your cock fills me up better than anything ever could. I need to feel it, Daddy, please."
Billy bit his lip, his girlfriend's sweet, desperate little pleas filling him with arousal and making his cock hard. Actually, scratch that; his cock has been hard since he opened Sid's door to see her fingering her tight little pussy. He loved the view, he really did, but his little Princess was naughty, doing something she wasn't supposed to, and she had to be punished. As much as he wanted to give in to his urges and give her what they both yearned for, he had to go through with her punishment so she wouldn't try to take care of herself again without him.
"Okay, Princess," Billy said, slowly standing from his chair and sauntering over to her. "You can cum."
Sidney's eyes brightened. "Really? Thank you, Daddy, I—" She was interrupted by a hand cupping her mouth.
"Easy, Princess," he cooed. "I said I'd let you cum, but I didn't say that you could have my cock."
Sidney's brows furrowed, staring up at him in confusion. She was silent in bewilderment as she watched him untie his belt from her hands, allowing her to sit up. "Then how will I…" She trailed off.
Billy smirked. "You're going to ride that bedpost," he said, nodding at the flared wooden ball near the foot of her bed.
Sid's eyes widened, mouth dropping open in shock. "You can't be serious," she squeaked.
The smirk grew, becoming feral in seconds. "I am serious, Princess," he drawled. "And if you want to cum so bad like you begged me to let you do, you'll ride that bedpost until I see your juices running down to the floor. If you don't do it, fine by me, but you'll get nothing then."
Sidney stared at him and then at the bedpost. She wanted to cum, but did she really want to use an inanimate object like that?
As if on cue, her pussy pulsed around nothing and she whined, watching Billy's smirk widen as he stood, towering over her. Unable to control herself, she climbed atop the bedpost, the one nearest to her boyfriend, and hovered her exposed pussy just above it.
"Go on," Billy purred. "Let it fill you like my cock does."
Sidney slowly slid down the post, mouth falling wide open and her eyes closing at the feeling of the thick wood stretching apart her folds. She stopped when she felt her hips touch the base and moaned loudly at the feeling of having such a massive object shoved up her soaking pussy.
"Good girl. Now ride it. Really bounce your hips."
Instantly obeying her orders, Sidney began moving up and down, slowly at first to get used to it and then faster, her moans growing in pitch as she bounced. She could already hear the noises it made as the stiff post made contact with her wet flesh. She would feel embarrassed if it didn't feel so good.
It didn't take long before she got into it, riding it as if it were Billy's cock. Moan after moan fell from her lips as her aching pussy finally received the attention it craved. Gripping her bed frame in her hands, she rode the bedpost as if her life depended on it, her feet flat on her comforter to find purchase.
"That's my good little slut," Billy whispered in her ear, yanking her shirt down to expose her breasts.
Sidney bounced harder and faster on the bedpost, her breasts moving at the same speed. Her head fell back, mouth agape in pleasure as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She had already been so close earlier when she used her fingers; now she was nearly falling off the edge. She just needed a little more…
A hard pinch to her nipple and a hand pushing her all the way down on the bedpost, the ball hitting her g spot, threw her into an orgasm, a scream tearing out of her throat from deep within her chest. Her pussy contracted as she came all over the bedpost, grinding her hips to ride it out until she was whining from overstimulation.
"Good girl," Billy said softly, lifting her from the bedpost and lying her back down on her bed. "You did what I told you." He smiled down at the puddle forming from the dripping bedpost.
"I'm sorry I touched myself without your permission, Daddy," Sidney said tiredly, her eyelids heavy.
Dropping a gentle kiss to her forehead, Billy covered her with her comforter. "I know, Princess. Just don't do it again. I get jealous when anything other than my cock, tongue, or fingers touch your pussy, even if it's your own. Now get some sleep."
Sidney smiled, closing her eyes and drifting off, her bed dipping with Billy's weight as he laid beside her, pulling her close to his side.
