My first time with Derek was Friday night. It's now Monday morning and my body is still feeling it. My thighs still burning. My vagina still sensitive. I'm already craving more.
As I head in to work, I try my best to play it cool. I don't want him to know just how addicted to him I've become after only one time. He'd completely ruin me. In the best way, of course.
I step off of the elevator and head straight for that heavy glass door leading to the BAU bullpen. I keep my eyes straight ahead as I put my things down at my desk and head for the coffee pot. As my coffee is brewing, I smell that intoxicating scent of his cologne. I smile to myself.
Before I know it, I'm spun around and my hips meet the edge of the round table. I plant my hands down in front of me to brace myself as his thick middle and index finger spear my pussy beautifully. I can't breathe, but I'm smiling widely at this point. Just as I start to get into it, I'm empty again and I hear the sound of him sucking my wetness off of his hand before I hear his voice.
"Just had to make sure you remember who you belong to. Whether we're at work or not, Daddy will be checking you every single morning." Then, with a barely there kiss to my cheek, he's gone and I'm left to calm myself down.
All morning I've been on edge; hoping, no…praying they don't get called in for a case. It's about 11:45 when I get a text message from Derek. I think I'm in the clear.
D: Looks like no case today. Come to my place after work.
S: Will do, Daddy.
My core tingles and my tummy erupts in butterflies at the opportunity for another romp in the sheets with Derek. It's so hard to focus the rest of the day, but somehow I manage. 6:00pm finally rolls around and I'm off the clock. Once I gather my things and get to my car, I send Derek a text letting him know I'm on my way since he had left a little earlier than me.
I feel myself getting wet with every mile closer to his home. But, I got to keep my cool. So, I pull up in the driveway and walk up the steps; knocking on his door. As the door opens, I'm greeted by his warm, bright smile and his broad shirtless chest. He's teasing me. This time, instead of just stepping aside and letting me in, he wraps me in his arms. I inhale his cologne and then I feel it again. His fingers penetrating my most private area. But just like this morning, as quick as they were there, they're gone. He closes the door and gently tugs me inside.
"Knees." He orders me as he turns to grab my collar off the coffee table.
I do as told, my knees hitting the hardwood floor with a thud. He approaches me finally, collar in hand. He steps so close to me, my face is literally against his crotch as he places my collar on my neck. I so badly want to taste him, but I know better. So, I stay still. Once he's satisfied with my collar, he steps back and firmly grabs my chin in his hand; making me look up at him.
"I know we kinda jumped in headfirst last week. But, we have a lot more rules and expectations that need to be met and conversations that we must have before I feel comfortable taking things that far again. So, that's what we will be doing today. If you're a good girl and can make it through this today, I might let you suck Daddy's cock before you go. But you have to be a good girl. Can you do that?"
His chocolate eyes pierce my baby blues as he stands tall and assertive above me. I swallow hard, no need to contemplate my answer. I just need to find my voice.
"Y-yes…yes Daddy. I can…I can be a good girl." I manage to stutter out.
With my confirmation, he smiles and nods his head. "Good. Now, let's go to the bedroom first. Daddy has another surprise for you."
He lets go of my chin and instead offers his hand to help me up, so I accept it with a smile. Walking silently behind him to his bedroom. He opens the door, and the memories of what we did in this room come flooding back. I smile at the spot where I sat and waited as he came all over my face.
As soon as I'm fully through the door, he shuts it behind me and points to a spot on the floor in the middle of the room. I know what he wants, so again I hit my knees and wait. This time though, I forgot to leave them open a bit. So, he comes over to me and forcefully shoves his leg between them, kicking them open to either side until my pussy is on full display for him.
"Much better." He mutters, the smile on his face devious.
Then, he goes into his closet and gets something. It's a plain, nondescript white box. He drops it on the floor in front of me and sits down on the bed. My hands shake as I lift the lid off the box. Once I see what's inside, I gasp audibly. There's multiple pieces to it. It's an all-black ensemble consisting of thigh high fishnet stockings, nipple pasties, and leather heels. The only thing that wasn't black was the sterling silver bracelet he had mentioned that would be my everyday wear. I immediately put the bracelet on and it's a perfect fit.
"Thank you, Daddy. I love my presents. They're so pretty." He leans forward and kisses my forehead.
"You're welcome, baby. This outfit is what you're going to wear for me every time you're here. So, from now on. I will leave this box in my garage. Every time you come here, you will go there first and get dressed for me. I do not want to see you at my doorstep in your normal clothes. Only these. Am I understood?" The glint in his eye is intimidating.
"Yes Daddy. I understand completely. Can I try them on now?" I ask him and he nods.
"Of course you can. Right here. In front of me."
Knowing better than to challenge him, even though this feels way more personal than the last time he saw me naked, I do as told. Stripping myself of my work clothes and slipping into the thigh highs and heels first before placing the nipple pasties. Everything fits like a glove and I smile.
"Am I pretty, Daddy?" I ask.
"Beautiful, babygirl. Absolutely beautiful. I'm gonna buy you one in every color. Now, let's go downstairs and have that conversation, shall we?" I nod and stand to my feet. Stumbling at first. It's been a long time since I've worn heels this high.
Just as before when we walked up here, I take Daddy's hand and follow silently behind him. This time, we walk past the living room and into the kitchen where I see a bunch of papers spread out all over the table.
Like a gentleman, he pulls my chair out for me and holds my hand as I take my seat. Then, he goes to his spot in front of me. I swallow hard as I'm not too sure what this conversation is going to entail. My hands start to shake with nerves.
"First things first. If I do not get called away on a case, you will be here every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. If I do get called away, we will play over FaceTime or Skype or something. Regardless of where the play takes place, we will play every Monday, Tuesday Wednesday and Thursday. Got it?"
He looks up at me from the sheet of paper he was reading from and I nod.
"Good. Next, as I told you this morning, your pussy will be checked by me every single morning. One of your rules is no underwear and I want to make sure you're obeying that. When I'm home, it will be in-person physical checks of me touching you to make sure you're obeying. If I'm away, you are to send me pictures throughout the day as I ask for them to make sure you don't try to get away with something just because I'm not physically here to punish you for it. You will also be checked every time you come to my home. You will be checked to make sure you are only wearing the allowed clothing items and that includes NOT wearing underwear at anytime between getting off work and arriving here." I continue nodding so he knows I am hanging on to his every word.
"Speaking of punishments. My favorite way of doling out punishment to a sub that doesn't obey is one-day deprivation. If you disobey me on a Monday, I take away Tuesdays fun. So, be on your best behavior and I won't have to deprive you of me. Another form of punishment I like, is spanking. For minor offenses, I will go this route. Like if you aren't loud enough when we're playing, I will definitely spank you. You have to really fuck up for me to deprive you. Deprivation will only happen when I've told you multiple times about the same thing and it keeps happening. Otherwise, it will mostly be spanking. Are you okay with these punishments?"
He looks in my eyes and this time I know he wants a verbal answer. "Yes, Daddy. I consent. I will do my best not to make you punish me, but it helps knowing what's coming if I do fuck up. So thank you."
He smiles at me. "You're welcome, sweet girl. The only thing that is going to strengthen our dynamic and really make it work is open communication like this. That's why I wanted to do this today. You need to know what I expect and I need to know what you're okay with and not okay with. Which leads me to my next point. Kinks and limits.
Daddy's limits are very simple. I don't like feet. I don't do anything with/including animals. And I don't do knives, r@pe, blood, or other gross bodily fluids. The closest I get to any of that is CNC play. But that is all consensual and agreed upon beforehand. Daddy's kinks, however; are many. I'm into breeding, anal, degradation/humiliation, and I think my biggest kink is watching my submissive play with other dominants. Like, the men we work with. I would love to see you on your knees for them. I also, obviously have a Daddy kink. I'm also pretty vocal in bed. I love dirty talk. Can't get enough of it. And lastly, one of my other favorite things is breath play/choking. You can always tap out though if it becomes too much. I don't want to scare you or hurt you. Ever.
Now, tell me yours. Both kinks and limits. As much as you can think of. The more I have to work with, the better."
I nervously start to twirl my thumbs. "Ummm…" I start. He gently places his hand over both of mine in a comforting gesture, smiling. "Skye, it's just me. Whatever you tell me is only going to be used to make you happy. I know the deprivation thing probably sounds a little scary, but listen. I'm a pleasure Dom first and foremost. My only aim is to make your sexual experiences with me as fun and enjoyable as possible. I want you to feel comfortable enough to let out the side of you that no one sees. Let your guard down. Please?"
He looks deep into my eyes and I know he means what he says. So, I start to think. I've never really been asked what my preferences are. I don't really know what I like.
"Well, I can definitely say we have the same limits. So, that's easy." We both chuckle. "As far as kinks go, though, I haven't really given those much thought. I mean, I'm not a virgin by any means. But, I've never really been asked what I enjoy. I'd definitely like to try tons of things, though. I'd love to try anal one day. The whole consensual 'cheating' scenario where I'm with someone else while you watch sounds fun. Humiliation and degradation also sound like something I'd be into. I'm definitely into CNC. As long as the terms are agreed upon beforehand, I'm game. Orgasm denial/edging is my kryptonite. I've also always wanted to try double penetration. But, to do that, I need to be able to do anal first. I'm also very into intensity when I'm having sex with someone. You don't have to tell me you love me, but I love long, thorough, hard strokes. I love eye contact. I'm okay with a rough pounding every now and again, but I need that passion too."
He smiles. "See? This is good! We're getting somewhere!" His excited smile is blinding. I love it. There's a warmth crawling over my skin knowing I've made Daddy proud.
Then, he slides a piece of paper and a pen in front of me.
"This is our CNC agreement. It's mostly going to come into play when you stay the night here as that is when I will have the most opportunity to take you. But, should any other opportunities arise, say, at work during some downtime in the roundtable room? This contract says that you consent to me taking any and every opportunity that I am presented with."
I feel my pussy get wetter at the thought of Derek pulling me into the roundtable room or anywhere else he sees fit and taking what's now his. I hurriedly grab the pen and scribble my signature at the bottom of the page.
"And that does it. I think we're all set." He puts the signed contract into a nondescript folder and then puts that folder into a separate Manila envelope.
"Now, do you remember what Daddy said about you being a good girl today while we had this conversation?" I nod quickly.
"Get on your knees and ask Daddy for what it is you want, baby." His smile turns teasing, challenging.
I do as told. My knees hitting the floor and opening wide, showing off my wet, dripping pussy as I look up into Daddy's big brown eyes.
"Daddy, can I please suck your cock? I was a good girl for you while we had our talk. Can I please have my reward now?"
Without a word, he stands and runs his fingers through my hair, grasping tightly at the back of my head and shoving me forward into his still-clothed crotch. I lightly kiss and nibble what I can reach.
"Is this what you want, baby?" I nod in response. He pulls my head back.
"Get it out then. You've gotta do all the work. Daddy's not gonna help you. You want it; you take it." He instructs me.
With still shaking hands, I fumble my way to opening his jeans. Pulling them down with his underwear just enough that his cock pops out. I wrap my tiny hand around the base and lean in; planting kisses up and down the head and shaft first.
"So fuckin' big, Daddy." I whisper. My eyes wide in amazement like this is the first time I've seen it. He chuckles, swiping my hair away from my face and replacing his hand in my hair as I finally drop my jaw and start to push his length over my tongue and into my throat.
"There it is. That's Daddy's good girl."
He whispers softly as he feels himself hit the back of my tight throat. I look up at him to find him already staring down at me. Watching me take him. He looks mesmerized. He starts to lightly thrust his hips, helping me take more of his thick length. I start to choke, but I don't tap out. I know I can handle this. I need to get used to this. He continues to praise me in breathless whispers.
Spit slides from the corners of my mouth, tears leaking from my eyes. But, I don't look away from Daddy's gaze. He needs to see how much I love this. How much I need this. His thrusts get a little more forceful the closer he gets to his endgame. His hand in my hair guiding me up and down his shaft now; making me take damn near every inch.
"Oh, so good baby. So so fucking good. Gonna cum so hard for my baby. Mmm fuck. You ready for it, baby? You ready to taste Daddy's cum?" I nod as best I can.
With one last hasty shove, my face meets his v line and I feel his pulsing cock explode down my throat as I choke on it. His entire body trembles and his voice is unsteady. "Ohhhhh fuck!" He tries to scream, but it barely comes out above a whisper.
I wait silently on my knees as he collects himself and pulls out of my throat finally. He sits down on the chair behind him and closes his eyes, exhausted now. He looks so good though.
"Thank you for my reward, Daddy." My voice cracks as I try to speak, wiping my mouth and eyes with my hands.
He lazily leans forward and presses a featherlight kiss to my forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow babygirl." And I know that's my cue to leave. I didn't get my orgasm this time. But, it's not always about me. It's about making sure Daddy is pleased and well taken care of.
With a smile on my face, I head out of the house and swing by the garage, placing my pasties, thigh highs and heels back into the box they belong in and grabbing the clothes I had arrived in, redressing myself before getting in my car and leaving.
'This is going to be perfect.' I think to myself.