“No, Daddy,” I whispered, secretly really really wanting that punishment.
“Good girl,” he growled, pushing my hair from my face behind my ear. His voice was harsh, but his touch was gentle, just the right balance of pleasure and pain, making me even more anxious for what was to come.
His behavior was strangely different in this room, more calculated and focused. He was in his element and his unshakeable confidence felt even stronger than ever within the confines of this Red Room. If the dampness between my legs was any sign of how my body felt in response to this role play I was definitely in for quite the wild world of pleasure.
He snickered from under his mask when he noticed a small shiver run up my spine and I squirmed slightly in response to his fingers grazing my cheek. His power over me was getting stronger and he loved every second of it.
“Now that I have your attention – ” He sucked in a deep breath, pausing for a moment to tilt his head to the side. That infamous head tilt. I fought back a giggle at the memory of the story lacy told me that first night.
“Strip.” His tone was deep and direct, pulling me from any thoughts that were of anything other than what was right here in this room with us. His one word order confused me.
“I’m sorry? You want me to strip?” I questioned, completely thrown off by his demand.
“Yes. Strip. Now.” He said through gritted teeth, traces of frustration behind each word, but I wasn’t scared.
I reached up and unfastened the first button on my blouse, I closed my eyes as I intentionally made each movement slowly.
He took a step back. I could feel his gaze on me.
Why not give him a little show?I thought to myself as my fingers met the second button. The music from the lively club below was muted but I used the beat for rhythm as I swayed my hips from side to side.
“Yes, just like that.” He said as he reached down and adjusted his very obvious erection that was weeping to be released. He reached towards me, swiftly grabbing a fist full of my hair at the nape of my neck. With a quick tug, my head was tilted back to meet his gaze, hidden behind his mask. I could see my face in the reflection and felt my pussy pool with pleasure even more.
“Were you interested in…using that?” His voice trailed off as his question confused me even further. Realizing he was talking about the item I was holding when he walked in, I shook my head.
“I don’t know… what it is, or what it does….” my face heated with embarrassment and desperation all at once.
“I thought so,” he spoke as he tenderly brushed the pad of his thumb over my lips then brought his chin to rest on my shoulder before whispering just loud enough to be heard.
“This is going to be fun.”
Leaving me standing there, he walked over and sat down in a chair that was positioned to face a corner that had a small raised platform in it, that I only now recognized as a one-person stage. A pole ran thelength of the ceiling to the floor and was strategically stationed right in the center of the small stage.
I watched as his fingers found a small remote that was sitting on the arm of the chair. A millisecond later a bright white spotlight on the ceiling lit up, illuminating the stage. He positioned himself with one ankle resting on his bent knee and his arms crossed, expectantly. The fabric of his black button up shirt stretched with the involuntary flexing of his yummy muscles.
“Come here, Delaney,” he spoke loudly, his voice booming through the quiet of the room. I quickly walked over in front of him, with my head down and my hands at my side, my shirt still half unbuttoned exposing my lacy bra, I felt confidently seductive before him.
“Not here, sweetheart. Over there.” He pointed over to where the stage setup was. Hearing his directions, my heart started throbbing like it was going to burst out of my chest.
I had nevereverbeen on a stage or danced in front of anyone before, besides Lacy in the kitchen as we sang into a spatula on one of our girl’s nights.
When I hesitated to move, he snapped at me:
“Do as you’re told, Delaney.” His voice cracked when he said my name.
His tone laced in something I was unsure of. It was thrilling, and intimidating all jumbled into one intense moment.
“Yes, Daddy,” I quickly responded, pushing myself toward the stage that awaited me, and only me, on display for this sexy muscular man wearing a Ghostface mask.
So submissive for me…
Dallas
Iwatched her legs shake with a slight tremble as she stepped up on to the stage in the corner of myRed Room,the room I was most comfortable in. I had every plaything imaginable to help show my Subs how Daddy Doms.
Delaney was standing in the toy closet when I came in. I saw her on the cameras when she arrived. I was going to wait and let her shower and change before I joined her, but I was too impatient for that. After spending the night away from her, my body was craving to be near hers.
My intentions were to come in and join her in the shower but when I saw her open the drawer full of plugs, I knew she was treading into dangerous waters. Her curiosity was going to lead her into something she may not fully understand or be ready for.
