We step into the master bedroom. I have to stop myself from gasping.
It’s practically half the house. There’s a huge bed, a couch, a television, basically a whole living room. There’s even a little reading area, a little library, off in the corner.
And the bed… it’s enormous, four posts, hanging canopy. Exactly the sort of thing you’d expect from a room like this.
“Come here,” he says softly, leading me toward the bed. There’s a plush rug on the floor and he stops me there, kissing me again softly. “I want you to understand something.”
“What?” I whisper, feeling dazed with excitement.
“I’ll give you whatever you want, so long as you give me whatever I want.”
I hesitate a moment, letting his words sink in.
“What do you want?” I ask him.
He steps away from me. “Undress.”
I stare, not sure if I heard him correctly. But slowly, comprehension dawns.
I take off my sweater. He watches, eyes never leaving my body. I unhook my bra and let it drop to the floor.
There’s something exciting about a man staring at you as you undress. I’ve never experienced it before, not really, not like this. He’s doing nothing but watching me, admiring my body, staring as I slowly take my clothes off.
His gaze never wavers. But I can see the hunger in his eyes.
Slowly, I take off my jeans. I bend over, feeling a little shy, a little exposed, and I take off my panties.
I stand in front of him, completely naked. His room is surprisingly warm, and my heart’s beating fast. I don’t think I could be cold right now even if I tried.
I hug myself, covering my breasts. He shakes his head. “Arms at your sides.”
I hesitate, but obey. He walks around me, admiring my body.
“This is what I want,” he says finally. “I want you naked, obeying my every whim.” He steps in front of me, hand in my hair. He holds it tight, pulls back, tips my chin up toward him. “I’m not the kind of man that holds back, Clara,” he whispers.
I feel a thrill run through my skin.
He releases my hair, steps back. “Get on your knees.”
I don’t hesitate this time. I get down onto my knees, onto the surprisingly soft rug. He slowly unbuttons his shirt, letting it drop open. I stare at his muscular body, eyes drinking him in hungrily.
He takes off his pants next, leaving himself in only a pair of black boxer briefs. I can see the outline of his big cock, hard and pressing against the cotton. I stare, biting my lip, hands loose at my sides.
He takes off his briefs. He holds his cock in one hand, slowly stroking himself.
I’m breathing fast now, barely able to control myself. This is one of the most erotic moments of my life, and he’s barely touched me yet. All he needs to do is look at my body, drink in my skin, show me how much he wants me, and I’m all his.
The thought is startling, but not surprising. I already knew the truth.
I’m all his.
He’s my Daddy.
I watch as he steps closer, cock in his hand still. He reaches down, takes my hair, tips my head back. He kisses my softly.
“Show me what you think of your Daddy,” he whispers in my ear.
I take his cock with both hands. I look up at him, stroking slowly at first. His eyes burn with intense desire.
I take him between my lips, sliding his cock as far as I can into my mouth. I savor his taste, sucking him slowly, licking around his tip. He groans, grabs my hair.
I slide further down. I feel myself gag. He groans, I pull back, he pushes me down. I gag again. I suck him faster, sliding my hand along his shaft. He’s so big, so intense. I can barely handle him.
I get his cock nice and wet. I don’t hold back. I can feel myself moaning, almost like it’s from some kind of distance, like my body is someone else’s. I can feel the moans escaping my chest as I suck him faster, my breasts bouncing, my hands on his big shaft.
He groans, pulls my hair, pulls his cock out. He leans over, kisses my lips. “Perfect,” he whispers. “Fucking perfect.”
I pull back as he brings me to my feet. I stumble back and run into his bed, eyes wide. He drops to his knees, pushing me down, pinning me there and spreading my legs wide.
I gasp as his tongue finds my pussy. He licks me, lapping me up, sliding all over my skin. I groan as he pushes two fingers deep inside of my pussy. I arch my body, writhe my hips, pleasure spreading all over, every inch of my skin.
I can barely control myself. It’s like this moment was made for me.