Tonight She Was in Charge and I Was Completely Hers

I'm in our bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed unbuttoning my shirt after a long day. I hear you come in, a soft, knowing smile on your lips. You're wearing a short sheer robe, and underneath it I can make out the lace outlines of your bra and underwear. You walk toward me, swaying your hips, and without a word you lower yourself onto my lap. "Daddy," you lean in and kiss my cheek while you start whispering in my ear, your voice a low purr, "I want to try something new tonight."

I hold you close and kiss your cheek. "And what does my girl want to try?"

You lean in, lips brushing my ear. "A game where I'm in charge."

Before I can react, you've grabbed my wrists and pulled them toward the headboard. I feel the soft, familiar texture of one of our ties as you wrap it expertly around my wrists and pull it tight.

"What the..." I start, pulling against it, but you cut me off with a deep, possessive kiss.

"Shh, daddy," you whisper against my ear. "Just enjoy it."

You push me back onto the bed, my bound hands pulling uselessly at the restraint. You climb off me and stand at the foot of the bed, letting your robe fall slowly to the floor. My cock, already half hard from having you so close, stands to attention at the sight of you. Your pink lace bra barely contains your perfect breasts, and the matching underwear is already damp with anticipation.

"Like what you see?" you ask, voice full of confidence.

I can only nod, my mouth suddenly dry. You crawl onto the bed with predatory grace and straddle my chest. You reach back, fingers tracing the length of my cock straining through my trousers. "Poor daddy," you tease, "all tied up with nowhere to go."

You grind your ass against my chest, your pussy leaving a damp patch on me. "Please, baby," I groan, my hips moving involuntarily.

"Please what?" you ask, playing innocent.

"Please touch me."

You laugh, low and throaty. "Oh, I'll touch you, daddy. But on my terms."

You lean forward, your breasts inches from my face, and unclasp your bra. Your nipples are hard, begging for my mouth. You lower yourself, rubbing them against my lips, but pulling back just as I'm about to take one in. "Not yet," you command.

You slide down my body, your tongue leaving a wet trail down my chest and stomach. You reach my trousers, your teeth grazing the fabric as you pull them slowly down along with my boxers. My cock springs free, rock hard and leaking. You wrap your hand around it and squeeze firmly.

"Look at you, daddy," you say, eyes locked on mine. "So hard for your dirty little princess."

You lower your head, tongue darting out to taste the pre-cum gathering at the tip. I groan, hips pushing up desperately for more. You take me in your mouth, lips and tongue working perfectly. You move up and down, taking me deeper with every stroke until I hit the back of your throat. You gag slightly but don't stop, your moans vibrating around my cock.

"God, princess," I gasp, hands balling into fists as I pull against the restraint trying to reach you. "You're so good at that."

You pull back, a string of saliva connecting your lips to my cock. "I know," you say, a satisfied smile on your face. "But I'm not done yet."

You turn around, your ass now facing me, and lower your pussy onto my mouth. I eagerly lick up your juices, my tongue exploring your folds and circling your clit. You moan, grinding your hips against my face, your hand still stroking my cock. "Lick my pussy, daddy," you order. "Be a good boy and make me come on your face."

I double my efforts, my tongue fucking your tight hole while I suck your clit. You cry out, body shuddering as you come, your juices flooding my mouth. You climb off me, still trembling, and turn to face me. I look up at you burning with desire and need. I see you looking down at me, your lipstick smeared around your mouth and your eye makeup beginning to run in the sexiest possible way. While holding my gaze, you lick the head of my cock and it twitches at your touch. I can see your lipstick staining my skin and your saliva coating my hard cock.

You shift and straddle my hips, positioning my cock at your entrance. "Are you ready, daddy?" you ask, breathless.

"Ready for what?" I manage.

"Ready for me to fuck you."

You sink down onto my cock, taking me all the way inside in one smooth motion. We both groan with pleasure. You start riding me, your hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. "You feel so good, daddy," you moan, hands on my chest for balance.

"So big and hard inside me." I can only watch, helpless and bound, as you use my cock for your pleasure. You pick up the pace, your breasts bouncing with every stroke. You lean forward, nipples brushing my chest, and kiss me deeply, your tongue dominating mine.

"Come for me, daddy," you whisper in my ear. "Come inside your little slut's tight pussy."

Your words undo me completely. With one last powerful thrust I explode, filling you with my hot cum. You cry out, your own orgasm crashing over you as you feel me let go. You collapse onto my chest, your body spent. We stay like that for a moment, bodies tangled together, my cock still inside you. Then you reach up and untie my wrists. I immediately wrap my arms around you and hold you tight.

"That was... unexpected," I say, voice still rough.

You smile, a triumphant glint in your eyes. "Did you enjoy your surprise, daddy?"

I pull you in for a long, deep kiss. "Loved every second," I say. "But next time, it's my turn to be in charge."

You just laugh, curling closer. "We'll see about that, daddy. We'll see."