I nodded, “Yes, Daddy.”
He reached his hand down below the hem of my dress and slowly teased my thigh, sending tingles through my body in anticipation of the need his fingers would eventually find.
My cotton thong was soaked already and he barely even touched me.
His finger finally made it to my wet panties. He used his knuckle to rub right over the top of them, stealing my breath away with each pass of my sensitive bud.
He leaned in and whispered, each word strained.
“Take these panties off for me. now.”
I hurried to do as he demanded, kicking them to the side as soon as they hit the floor. He turned and pressed himself against the door and gestured me into the bedroom. I silently stepped past him and stood looking down at the floor waiting for the direction I was certain was to follow.
He picked up a pillow from the bed and laid it on the floor in front of me.
“Now kneel.”
My knees instinctively started to bend, lowering myself to the floor, keeping my eyes low. He stepped up close and ran his fingers through my hair, squeezing his fingers closed at the roots, my scalp stinging with an enjoyable intensity.
“Fuck…Delaney, seeing you kneeled at my feet like this…fucking beautiful,” he growled, letting me know how fiercely he wanted to consume me.
“Look. At. Me.” He reached down and gripped my chin, tilting my face up to his. “This mouth is mine. I will use it whenever and howeverI want to. Understand?”
I nodded my head to respond the best I could under his tight grip.
“Words,” he hissed.
“Yes, Daddy,” I was trying to sound less intimidated but my voice trembled.
He let go of my face and walked over to sit on the bed. I leaned back on my heels while he stared at me. I felt his glare burning through me but I didn’t dare look up.
“Come here, Delaney,” he pointed directly in front of him, his voice booming and assertive.
I started to get to my feet but paused my motion when I heard, “No. On your knees. Crawl to me,” he commanded me as he leaned back confidently, playing with the drawstrings on his pants, his cock visibly engorged and right at my eye level.
I let out a playful giggle as I looked in his direction but when I didn’t see any sign of amusement in his reaction, I realized he was giving me orders, and it wasn’t a joke.
My face flushed with warmth. Conflicting thoughts consumed me. I hesitated a moment then shifted my body forward onto my knees, slowly starting my crawl over to his feet.
I felt a pang of shock move through me. What I thought would feel absolutely humiliating for me actually felt natural and invigorating as I crawled shyly over to kneel at this sexy man’s feet.
It was only a short distance between us when I settled in front of him. He placed his hand on my cheek and caressed me in a way that made me feel proud, like I pleased him like no one else could .
The blissful thoughts only lasted a minute when unexpectedly, intrusive thoughts took over and jealousy rose like bile in my throat.
How many others have there been? Is this how he’s made all of his Subs feel? Did he treatallof them like they were special? Or just me…?
I had no idea where it came from but suddenly I was overwhelmedwith intense emotions that I felt everything at once. My control was slipping…
I shook off the looming negativity that threatened my peace and dropped my gaze like agood girland waited for Daddy’s direction.
As you wish, Sweetheart…
Dallas
She crawled across the floor and stopped, looking like a damn goddess. She is so fucking beautiful, so gorgeous, sitting at my feet.
I reached up and caressed her cheek. Her eyes closed when she leaned into my touch, momentarily letting her mask slip, the mask she keeps in place to hide her vulnerability from the world.
