It's been two weeks since my confession to Derek on the back patio of the bar. Things haven't really changed between us, which I'm thankful for but it's also driving me crazy. We also haven't talked about that night since it happened. I'm starting to think we'd both had too much alcohol and maybe he doesn't even remember that discussion.
I'm on my way back to the bullpen from Penelope's office when my phone chimes with an incoming text. I don't even read who it's from, I just open it.
D: Dinner at mine tonight? We can finish our conversation from the bar?
It suddenly registers that the text is from Derek. My heart is in my throat. Why am I so nervous all of the sudden?! Oh yeah, I gotta reply.
S: Yeah, sure. Sounds good! I have to pick my car up tonight so I'll come over after. Around 6:30? Does that work?
He sends me back the thumbs up emoji and I put my phone back in my pocket as I open the bullpen door. After receiving that text, it feels like the day drags on forever. Finally, it's 5:45 and I am ready to leave work.
I take the bus to the auto repair shop where my car is and pick it up. It runs perfectly. Soon, I'm headed back toward the other side of town where Derek lives. It's 6:30 on the dot when I pull into the driveway. I walk up the driveway, up the steps and knock on the door. Derek opens the door in a tight white t-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans.
"Hey Skye! Glad you got your car fixed and could make it over here!" He greets me as the door opens and he steps aside to let me in. After exchanging a few more pleasantries and him getting us some water, we walk into the living room and take a seat on the couch.
"Dinner will be ready in about 10 more minutes. I made chicken Alfredo. I hope that's okay." He says, laughing softly.
"Ooh yummy! I can't wait." I reply. Nervous, I start to literally twirl my thumbs. He sees this and covers my hands with one of his.
"Hey don't be nervous. It's just me. Everything's cool. You're safe, remember?" He tilts my chin up so I'm looking him in the eye and I smile.
"Yeah, I remember. Thank you." I reply softly.
About 45 minutes later, we're sitting at the table in front of completely empty plates. He gets up and takes them to the sink and then he brings his chair over next to mine.
"Now, you're looking for a strictly-sexual dominant partner, correct?" He looks at me as he asks. Not letting me avoid the conversation.
"Yes." I manage to squeak out.
"Well, as I'm sure you know, every Dom/Sub dynamic has rules." I nod. "The first of my rules is I want you in something all the time that silently claims you as mine. When it's just us, you will wear a collar. At work or in public, it will be a more discreet bracelet. Rule number two, no more underwear. Not even at work. You are mine and I want access whenever I see fit. The last hard rule that I have? You will not orgasm without permission. Ever. You're alone and want to masturbate? That's fine but you better text me or call me if you want to cum. Am I clear?"
My pussy tingles and I get goosebumps at the stern tone his voice has taken on. It's so sexy. "Yes, I understand." He smiles.
"Oh, one last thing. From now on, you will call me Daddy when we're alone." I swallow hard. This is going to be so much fun.
"Now, do you want to see the collar Daddy bought for you?" He asks me as he stands and offers me his hand.
"Of course I do, Daddy." I smile softly.
We walk up the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom. Once inside, he goes to the bed and then reaches underneath it; pulling out this purple gift box and handing it to me.
I open the box with a shaky hand. Inside is a blood red leather collar with a metal clasp in the back. Inscribed on the inside of the collar where no one can see it but I know it's there, is 'Daddy's girl'.
"Oh my gosh! It's beautiful! Thank you, Daddy!" I smile widely. "Will you put it on me?" I ask him. He nods and takes it from the box. I lift my hair up out of the way and sigh when the leather lays perfectly against my neck.
"How does it feel? Is it too tight?" He asks.
"Nope. It's a perfect fit!" I giggle and climb into his lap, wrapping my arms around him in a hug.
Then, I look into his eyes and it dawns on me; this will be our first kiss. His hand fits under my chin and lifts it ever so slightly as he leans in. I open my mouth some as his lips get closer. I hold my breath. Waiting. My heart pounding in my ears. I feel his breath on my lips and then his teeth gently sink into my full bottom lip; tugging softly before letting it go and crashing his lips to mine.
His hand cradles the back of my head as our lips collide. His tongue almost immediately licking against the seam of my lips, asking for entrance. I moan softly as I let him in. I lock my legs around his waist and he carries us up the bed to the pillows, laying me down gently once we reach them.
We break away for air, both of our chests heaving. We look into each other's eyes. No words being spoken. Just exchanging looks. Suddenly, with the hand that was still cradling the back of my head, he gently pulls my head to the side. Giving him unhindered access to my neck. He starts with teasing kisses and kitten licks before fully diving in and setting out to give me a hickey.
His free hand starts to grope my body. First my clothed breasts, then my hips, my thighs and then he pulls one leg to the side and his fingers expertly find my center. He manages to get me out of my underwear with one hand and he tosses them haphazardly in the room somewhere as his fingers go back to stroking my wet center. He's now working on claiming the other side of my neck. My nails scratching up and down his clothed back before he stops everything suddenly and sits up to shed his shirt.
"If you're gonna scratch me, I want there to be marks left behind." He growls before resuming his ministrations on my body. Before I can register what's happening, I hear a ripping sound and the 'ping!' of buttons flying everywhere and I look down. My shirt is completely torn in half. He shrugs.
"I'll buy you a new one." He smirks as I sit up enough to rid myself of the tattered garment and my bra and lay back down once they're gone.
With zero warning, Derek pushes two of his broad fingers into my dripping core as he holds himself over top of me, watching my reactions. He smirks to himself as my eyes clamp shut, and my abs start to clench as my back arches. He finds the perfect pace inside my pussy and it sends me spiraling quickly. It's been way too long since I've had an orgasm and I know one is coming.
"Oh fuck! Daddy I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum Daddy please!"
He stops; pulls out completely. Then, he loops his finger into the O ring attachment on my collar and drags me off the bed to sit on the floor on my knees. He grabs my chin and wrenches it back to look me in the eye. My own eyes still glazed over from lust and the intensity of my almost-orgasm.
"What is rule number three?" He growls. I swallow hard; wracking my brain before it hits me like a Mack truck.
"D-don't cum without permission." I whisper.
"I can't believe you almost broke a rule already. I thought you were a good girl." He mutters and I know he doesn't want a response.
With his free hand, he starts unbuttoning his jeans. He opens them enough to get his cock out but leaves them basically on. He starts slowly stroking himself.
"Now, I know you didn't officially fuck up. But, you were about to and that warrants what I'm about to do in my opinion. You're going to apologize to Daddy. You're going to apologize by sucking Daddy to completion. That's right, you're going to give Daddy the orgasm you can't have."
My eyes widen as I realize the gravity of the situation. But, I know I deserve it, so I drop my jaw as far as I can and wait for the feel of the weight of him on my tongue. I thought I'd be disgusted by sucking dick because I didn't like it too much the last time I tried it, but to my surprise, as the head of his dick slipped past my lips and I felt the salty taste on my tongue, a calm peace surrounded me. Like I was truly meant to be right here, on my knees sucking Derek's dick. It felt like nothing I'd ever experienced before.
I felt his strong hand slide back into my hair and I braced myself for the throat-fucking I was sure was coming. But he was toying with me. He wanted to keep me on edge. He was being so gentle as he thrusted his length into my throat. Yes, I was choking slightly. But again, I felt safe. I knew this was different.
I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He looked majestic. His strong biceps and pecs flexing as he breathed and tightened his hand in my hair. His v line staring back at me as he thrusted. Those soft breaths of pleasure I could hear coming from his lungs. Suddenly, he threw his head back and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and I knew it was coming. He was about to explode. So, I was surprised when he pulled out of my throat. But I knew better than to question him so I stayed silent.
After a few seconds, he opens his eyes and stares directly down at me while he strokes himself. He hands me a random hair tie off his dresser and grunts "put your hair up." So, I did.
As soon as my hair was out of my face, he held me in place as his other hand stroked his meat faster. Suddenly it clicked, he was going to cum on my face. I had never experienced this before and I was giddy about it. I knew it was technically his way of punishing me, but I didn't care. I wanted him to paint me. So, I closed my eyes and waited.
It was only seconds before I heard a breathy 'fuck!' and then the warmth of his cum hitting my cheeks, lips and nose. He even got a little on my forehead. The feeling in the pit of my stomach made it that much harder to obey his 'no orgasms without permission' rule. I wanted to cum so bad after that. I felt so dirty but so sexy at the same time. I don't know how he managed to make me feel that way, all I know is that he did.
"Go wash your face." He barked at me and that brought me out of my trance.
I walked silently across the hall to the bathroom and quickly washed his cum from my skin. As I walked back into the room, I saw his now naked body sat on the bed and I tried not to acknowledge just how godlike this man was.
"Take your skirt off." This one I obeyed without question. Immediately stepping out of the clothing item and kicking it off to the side. He looks at me and moves his finger in a 'come hither' type movement so I approach the side of the bed.
"Why don't you get up here and show Daddy how you masturbate when he's not there? Hmm?" He raises an eyebrow, daring me to challenge him again. Daring me to officially break a rule. But I don't.
I get up on the bed where he had motioned me and spread my legs wide. He lays on his stomach between my legs, giving himself a front row seat to the action. I start slow. Rubbing my middle finger up and down between my soaking wet folds.
"How wet are you, baby? You look soaked from here." He mutters and I moan in response.
"So so wet for you, Daddy. So fucking wet." I whisper, continuing the caressing on my lower lips.
"Spread 'em open baby. Let Daddy see that pretty pink pussy." Even when he's breathless, he commands my obedience. I can't deny him anything.
I take my index and middle finger and spread my lips open, showing off my tight pink pussy. He growls again. Baring his teeth like a hungry animal. That only serves to make me wetter. My knees are shaking. I need him. I need to orgasm. While he watches intently, I slide my middle finger as deep inside my core as I can. Letting out a breath as it enters.
"Fuck I'm so tight Daddy. Can't wait for you to feel this tight pussy." I moan, my eyes shut tight and my head thrown back against the pillow.
I start to thrust my finger inside myself. Starting slow, but quickly getting faster and faster. My moans turning to shrieks as they raise in volume. He takes my hand and forces a second finger in beside the first, stretching me open. I never stop my rhythm though. Within moments of that second finger being introduced, I'm barreling headfirst into the feeling of another orgasm. This one coming on stronger than the first.
Before I can even get my bearings and plead with him to let me cum, he pulls my hand out from my body and leaves me there empty and panting on his bed while he just watches me. My breasts bouncing as my chest heaves as I have to force my breathing to regulate. I shake my head of the cobwebs and scoff.
"Are you ever going to let me cum?" I ask, grumpy now.
"Not with that attitude, I'm not." He bites back.
I sit up and look at him. "Daddy you've denied me of 2 already. Don't you think this is a bit much of a punishment for a rule I never actually broke?"
"Oh honey, I'm not punishing you anymore. I'm just edging you so you squirt when I fuck you later." He pushes a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "Have you ever squirted before?" I shake my head 'no'.
"And do you trust me?" He asks and I immediately nod my head.
"Then just trust me. It'll feel so good. But you have to let me keep edging you or it won't work. Got it?" I nod again.
"Now, you're going to masturbate for Daddy again. But this time, I wanna see that pussy stretched. So you will start with three fingers and I will tell you when to push the fourth one in. Understood?"
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, nervous but I don't even have a single thought about disobeying him. I'm nervous as hell, but I also know this is what I want. What I practically begged him for. So, with all the confidence I can muster, I look him in the eye and smile.
"Yes Daddy. I understand. Let's do it!"
With that, he guides my hand back down to my still soaked pussy. Seeing that breathtaking smile of his, I gain the confidence I wasn't sure I had and pushed three trembling fingers inside myself. It was intense. More intense than anything I'd ever felt in my entire life. But I loved it. I relished it.
I gasped hard as he forced my fingers to move. But suddenly, in that exact moment, it was all I ever wanted. I started to thrust my hand all on my own. Matching the pace he had set for me. I bit my bottom lip so hard it was white. My eyes shut so tight I was seeing stars behind my eyelids. But I wanted more. My back was in a perfect arch. My ears were ringing. But then I heard it. His voice grounding me; bringing me back to reality.
"Mmm you look so pretty, baby girl. You look beautiful like this. I bet you feel real good, don't you? You love having three fingers inside you, huh?" A nod is the only reaction I can muster.
Tears are now leaking from the corners of my eyes. I'm feeling so much at once and it's intense. But I know I can't cum. I cannot disappoint this man. I need to be good. So I take a deep breath to center myself and keep going. My fingers soaked and my pussy now leaking onto the bed. I open my eyes and reach my free hand out for Derek. Screaming for him. I need him to completely ground me.
He straddles me sitting up so he doesn't crush the hand that's still thrusting inside me. But then, he gently leans down and caresses my face. Wiping the tears as he smiles at me. He snakes his hand behind my head again and presses his lips to my sweaty forehead.
"You're doing so good, sweet girl. Making Daddy so proud." He whispers in my ear. Then, he lightly nips my earlobe and I feel the rumble before I hear it as he growls again. "Now, get ready for number four."
He looks into my eyes after he says it. Gauging my reaction. My eyes widen. I don't know if I can handle four fingers. I'm already overwhelmed with three. But I can't say no. I don't want to say no. Looking into his eyes, I want to push my limits. He smiles at me again and my resolve breaks. I know that I will do whatever this man asks of me.
While he has me looking into his eyes, he moves so he's laying beside me. Still holding my head, but now he reaches down with his other hand and plays with my pinky. Letting me know it's time.
"I'm scared Daddy." I whisper.
"I'm right here. I would never let anything happen to my baby. Never. Just trust me." He whispers back and I realize, I do trust him. I trust him with my life.
So I nod and he takes that as my consent. He gently probes my pinky finger around my soaking wet pussy for a second before he pushes it in. Slow, measured, gentle pushes until it finally pops through and fits inside me beside the other three fingers.
My entire body trembles and I struggle to catch my breath. I feel like I'm floating far far away from reality. My mind is hazy and I can't focus on anything. All of a sudden, I feel it. His lips pressing kisses randomly over my face. My cheeks, my nose, my eyelids. Calming me. Grounding me. Then my muddled brain hears it. Daddy's voice. I try to focus on the words. Finally, I start to make it out.
"Daddy's so proud of you, sweet girl. Doing so good. Such a good girl for Daddy." I smile lazily as I hear his praise. Not even realizing that my trembling hand is still thrusting inside me. I've completely soaked it up to the wrist at this point. My arousal is everywhere.
Then he speaks again. "I think you're ready. Do you wanna cum for Daddy? You want Daddy to fuck this tight little pussy and make you squirt?"
I nod my head frantically. I try to beg and plead but all that comes out is a whispered 'please'. Luckily, he takes mercy on me and smiles. Then, he's opening my legs wider and settling himself between them. He wraps his hand around my wrist and gently coaxes my hand from inside the tight grip of my soaked and sensitive center. He looks into my eyes as he lifts my arms up over my head and holds them together on the pillow.
Then I feel his length gently nudging my lower lips. Toying with me again. He wants me to beg. I don't have the strength or the want to fight him on it so I do.
"Daddyyyyyy. Please Daddy! Please fuck me. I need to feel you inside me. Pretty please Daddy? I'll be such a good girl and cum so hard for you. Please please please Daddy!"
He cuts off my pleas and slowly pushes his girthy length inside me. My breath catches in my throat as he fills me slowly. Inch by inch, he pushes in. My breasts bouncing as I heave for breath. I feel completely overwhelmed but also so very safe and comfortable. Suddenly, he pulls back some and with one last sharp thrust, his entire length is inside my tight soaked center.
"Fuck you're tighter than I expected." He laughs breathlessly.
"You're bigger than I expected." I retort.
With that, he lays down on top of me and wraps me in his arms. Kissing my shoulder softly as he starts a rhythm inside my body. My arms wrap around his broad strong tatted back and my nails dig in. We keep this exact momentum for what feels like hours. Completely wrapped up in each other and the way our bodies have learned to fit together.
Then, his length pulses deep inside me and I know he's close. He uses one hand to hold himself up over me while his other hand grabs my leg and pushes it up towards my chest. He thrusts harder. Not necessarily adding any speed, but definitely more force.
"You ready to cum with me, baby? Wanna reach that high together?" He asks me, completely breathless.
I nod and as loud as I can, I tell him yes I'm ready. He starts thrusting as hard as he possibly can and that's when the rubber band in my stomach breaks and just like he had wanted, I start to squirt. I squirt so hard I actually push him out of me before he's done cumming and we end up making a total mess on his sheets.
We take a few minutes to come back to Earth and catch our breath. Our bodies sprawled haphazardly on the bed. He crawls his way further up the bed so he can lay on the pillow beside me. He looks at me, smiling.
"So, I know technically I should've asked this before we even started. And I promise to do better, but what does aftercare look like for you? What do you need from me?" I'm stunned almost completely silent by the genuine concern in his eyes in this moment.
"Well, that kinda depends." I start. "Am I allowed to stay here tonight? Or would you rather I go home?" I ask him. He contemplates for all of five seconds before he takes my hand and answers me.
"You are always more than welcome to stay here. Even if we weren't in this type of relationship, you always have a place here." He leans in and kisses my forehead.
"In that case" I pause. "I'm gonna need one of your tshirts to sleep in. Preferably sprayed with your cologne. Also a snack and some hydration. And maybe some cuddles?" I say that last part with a teasing smile on my face and he laughs.
"Alright I got you." He says before getting off of the bed and heading (still butt naked) to his tshirt drawer. He gets one out of his drawer and grabs his cologne, humoring my request before tossing it behind his back in my general direction and I manage to catch it. As I put it on, he walks out of the room and down the stairs. I assume he's heading to the kitchen. My suspicion is confirmed when I get a text from him.
D: Cheddar Sun Chips or Cheez-its?
S: Ooh! Sun Chips please! :D
D: Also, I have purple Gatorade or water. Any of that work?
S: Purple Gatorade!
I don't get another response, but I do hear the fridge door shut and then his footsteps sound on the stairs. I smile to myself and think about how easy this feels with him. A few seconds later, he appears in the doorway and enters the room, handing me my nourishment.
"Here you go!" He smiles. I take a big gulp of the Gatorade as he climbs back into bed with me. I set the bottle on the nightstand as we both cuddle close together under the covers and I start to snack on my chips. Then something hits me.
"Daddy?" I whisper as he's scrolling through the TV channels.
"Yes?" He responds without even really looking at me.
"What does aftercare look like for you? What do you need?" I look up at him and he meets my gaze.
"Are you happy? Did I satisfy you?" He asks me, gently stroking my cheek.
"Yes Daddy. I'm so happy and you went above and beyond merely satisfying me. No one can ever touch what we do. It's magical." I whisper, tracing random shapes on his bare chest as I talk.
"That's all the aftercare Daddy needs. Just a happy and satisfied baby." He kisses my forehead and I giggle.
"Oh and…birth control. You're on it right?" He asks.
"Yes. It's taken care of. And I'm extremely responsible and kinda anal about taking it. So, no unexpected babies any time soon." And I feel the sigh of relief exhale from his chest, which makes me laugh.
"One last question. Well for tonight anyway." He chuckles.
"Yes?" I raise my eyebrow, just teasing him.
"How do you feel about CNC? Consensual non-consent?"
"You mean like if you get horny in the middle of the night are you allowed to wake me up fucking me?" I laugh. He nods, chuckling too.
"Yes Daddy. You said it yourself. I'm yours and you should have access as you see fit."
He gets real close to my ear and growls real low. Turning me on. "God you're so fucking perfect."
After that, we lay in his bed tangled up in one another watching trashy reality tv and cuddling all night. Falling asleep in each other's arms. Right where I belong.