His entire body flexed, and he let out an erotic moan just before filling my mouth with a warm liquid cumming onto my tongue. He quickly pulled back, springing free of my lips,
“Don’t you swallow that, Delaney,” he demanded sternly, searching my eyes before he continued, “Mmm, you’re Daddy’s good little cum slut aren’t you? Look at me!” his voice stern with the last part.
I quickly looked at where his eyes were behind the mask and nodded, my mouth still full ofhim.His praise and his powerful command both rang like music in my ears.
“Stick your tongue out and show me that you like being a filthy little cum slut,”
I instinctively obeyed, his cum dribbled down my chin onto my chest.
“Just like that, Daddy likes it messy,” he took his cock and slapped it against my tongue, splattering his load all over the both of us.
“Now swallow,” he commanded, “every last drop.”
I greedily swallowed down the sticky remnants, licking my lips afterward.
“Good girl,” he purred, rubbing his hand down the side of my head.
All of thisshouldhave made me feel disgusted or, at the very least, turned off, but instead, it set my body on fire, and I was frantic to have him inside of me. I yearned for every inch of this masked man.
He turned and walked away, and my eyes followed his every step. He picked up something I couldn’t see from a table in the corner of the room and returned to kneel with me, where I sat waiting for instructions.
“Let me clean this off of you,” he said, gently wiping a damp cloth across my face, exposing a tender side, a stark contradiction to the man he was only seconds ago.
Rising, he pulled me up alongside him. My hands trembled as he guided me toward a wall that, only then, I realized was covered in all sorts of adult toys.
Wherever my gaze fell, there were variations of whips, paddles, cuffs, floggers, and items I had never seen before. He stood studying my expressions as my eyes wandered the sight before me.
“I want to use some of these with you,” searching my eyes for a reaction, he took a deep breath and then let it out slowly. “Not today, though. You’re not quite ready yet.”
He grabbed a paddle from the wall, teasing me as he tested its impact on his palm. I jumped at the loudsmack, exhaling a small, needy moan in response.
“Does that excite you, sweetheart?” he taunted.
My thighs clenched together; I tried to be subtle, but he didn’t miss it. Leaning forward he sniffed loudly with his eyes closed,
“Mmm. You smellsofucking good, Delaney. I can smell your sweet pussy from here.” My cheeks flushed. He was right; I was drenched. He could have asked me to do anything right then, and I would have gladly obliged. I needed him to touch me before I lost my mind.
My breathing stopped momentarily as he stepped closer. I tilted my head to meet his gaze.
“I want to see how needy you are for Daddy. Show me.”
From behind his mask, he commanded my actions like a puppet master. When he spoke, the rumble of his deep voice reverberated with an almost inhuman echo inside.
I reached my quivering hand between my thighs and raised the hem of my dress. I ran my fingers under the thin piece of lace that covered my most intimate parts and slipped them between my folds. I was sowet.
I felt my face heat as he stood watching.
When my hand reappeared, my fingers glistened in the dim lighting. He quickly grasped my hand and pulled it to his mouth beneath his mask, sucking on each finger one at a time and letting the last one go with a pop.
My body felt a shock wave from my head to my toes. Tingles spread from my fingertips straight to my core.
How the hell did I get here?!
Will you teach me?…
Dallas
Adrenaline surged through me as I reached down to hold her wrist, my grip much tighter than I intended. I needed to bury myself inside her sweet, needy pussy, but first, I had to show her just how satisfying this lifestyle could be.
