Yes Daddy (Dark Daddies 1)

“At first, you may be confused.” He stands and slowly unbuttons his shirt. “You may wonder why you have to be tied up. You may even wonder why you like it so much.” He finishes unbuttoning his shirt and takes it off, dropping it onto the floor.

He unbuckles his belt, takes it off, drops it. He unbuttons his pants, pulls down the fly, and steps out of them.

“At first, you may be tempted to stop yourself from enjoying this.” He’s wearing just his dark boxer briefs, his cock hard and pressing against the simple cotton underwear. He tips my chin up, standing close. “Resist that temptation, Hazel. You’re going to find that there’s a simple kind of freedom that comes with being tied up.”

“Freedom?” I ask, eyes wide.

“You don’t have to make any choices. You just have to trust me. You just have to trust your Daddy.”

I bite my lip, staring up into his gorgeous eyes as he kneels down in front of me again. There’s more rope on the couch next to me, but he doesn’t touch it.

He starts by kissing me. That simple act takes on so many more levels of magnitude just because my wrists are tied up. I put my hands flat on his chest, returning his kiss, before he takes the rope between my wrists and pulls my hands away.

He grips the rope and stands up, pulling me off the couch and onto my knees. My hands are up in the air now as he reaches down to tease my breasts with his free hand.

He releases my wrists and steps out of his boxer briefs. His cock is thick and hard as he slowly strokes himself, looking down at me with a smirk.

I reach up with my hands and take his base as I slowly take his cock into my mouth. I can still stroke him with both hands as I start to suck him, taking his thick cock into my lips and throat. I gag slightly as I slide deeper and deeper along his hard shaft, groaning the whole time.

I love that I’m tied up with his cock in my mouth. I love when he curls his fingers through my hair and takes a fistful of it, holding tight, pushing me lower. I groan and gag, pulling back, stroking him with both hands.

He’s so freaking big. I keep going, faster, excitement building through me as I feel him slide into my throat and back out. He pulls my hair, making me gasp and gag and bends forward to kiss me as I keep stroking his dick.

He pulls back and stands me up, pulling me along by the hair. “This isn’t a punishment, Hazel,” he says softly, bringing me around behind one of the chairs. He stops me there and bends me forward. I rest my bound hands against the back of it. “This isn’t a reward, either,” he says as he pulls down my panties.

He wads them up and pushes them into my mouth. I protest as first but he smirks and I feel his fingers start to tease my pussy.

“You can pull them out whenever you want,” he whispers in my ear. “But you’re about to get loud, my little Hazel, and I don’t want you to get embarrassed when someone catches us.”

I groan and bite down on the cotton in my mouth. I can taste my own wet pussy on it, but I quickly forget all about the gag as his fingers start to play with my pussy. He slides them deep inside, curling back and along the roof, making me wiggle my ass when he touches my spot. He pulls them out and teases my clit, stepping closer.

I can feel his hard cock against my ass. He kisses my back, teasing my pussy with his fingers. “You have such a perfect back,” he says. “So fucking beautiful.” He unhooks my bra and it slides forward, off my shoulders, but stays stuck around my wrists, unable to get past the rope. “Perfect, perky breasts.” He teases my nipples, squeezing them softly. I moan into my panties. “Pink little nipples and a pink little cunt.”

He spanks me. It happens fast and surprises me. I groan into the panties as he spanks me again, teasing my breasts the whole time. I wiggle my hips for him and he spanks me a third time before plunging his fingers deep into my pussy.

“If I’m not mistaken, it seems that you’re starting to enjoy a little punishment.” He slowly strokes in and out of my pussy with his fingers. He pulls my hair back. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I say, but it comes out muffled.

He smiles. “What was that?”

I try to say it again, but I can’t, not with the panties in my mouth. He pulls them out and I gasp.