~ This story talks about consensual nonconsensuality, if this idea bothers you, please refrain from reading it and then sending me mail about how much you hate it. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED... ~
She never willingly goes there, never drops into that space she needs wants and aches to go, without being pushed, forced into it. I am sitting, watching her, in the supple leather Chesterfield armchair. Revelling in the smell of the leather that surrounds me and the old cigar smoke that permeates the dark grain. One gloved hand on the arm of the seat, the cigar smouldering. The other hand, rests on the crotch of my pants, gently toying with that hard cock that I had packed in her honor.
She is a picture, naked skin contrasted by black lace lingerie. She is kneeling between my open legs, arms cuffed behind her back, leg irons around her ankles my boots caressing her thighs. Her green eyes fixed on my hand gently stroking my cock.
She didn't go down easy tonight, as usual.. I had come home from a BDSM uniform event and she had been home because of work. Waiting, in a black silk nightgown, knowing that I would be intrigued by what was underneath.
"Hi darling, You're home" She giggled as she watched my eyes roam over her body, my tongue flicking out over my lips once as my eyes return to hers. I opened my arms and she stepped into them, putting her hands over my shoulders and crossing her forearms into a gentle lock as I lean down to kiss her. My hands snake over her body and down to her ass, which I squeeze hard.
"Damn you look good" I murmured, my lips on hers. Which she then bit, hard.
My hand grabbed her hair, pulling her backwards and a little off balance. Her retaliation was to knee me in the stomach, I should have seen it coming. I doubled over and let go of her hair, I heard her step lightly away from me and backwards towards the bedroom door. I stood up, panting, readjusting my glasses and walked forward. I saw her smiling at me, a bad girl mocking me, her Daddy. A smile crossed my lips as I saw hers fade. She knew what was going to come next and though she wanted it she was going to fight me all the way.
I walked into her fury, she punched me, and lashed out at me, my hands blocking what I could, suffering *I mean that word literally* out the rest until I was close enough to grab her by the hair and throw her face down at my feet. I leant down, grabbing her hair and picked her up, watching her wince as I slapped her hard and then put her on the bed. She looked up at me, tears in her eyes, makeup mussed. I reached down and took her chin.
"You're my girl, you know that? MINE, I own you, heart and body" She shook her head, vehemently
"Fuck... you" she spat at me, a smile flickered over her, reminding me why I love her. I ran my hand down, watching her squirm away from it, until it met her upper thigh. Where it was warm and wet to my touch.
"Well, honey, this here says I am telling the truth" I chuckled and ran my hand up and under her soaked g-string to caress her cunt lips, the wetness there making me want to not play and to just take her there and then.
She stopped her hips from rising to meet my hands and kicked me instead, square in the sternum. I reeled backwards, in shock. My hands were on my chest where the impact had struck. I came forward, roaring and grabbed her by the hair and rolled her onto her front, removing the cuffs from my belt and cuffed her hands behind her back. I yanked her ass off the bed so she was kneeling with her ass prone. She squealed in protest as I slapped and beat her ass repeatedly, the redness came up quickly, first in the shape of my hand, Then a total red glow. She suddenly stopped fighting so hard and started gasping, enjoying the pain just a little, not that she would admit it to me in a million years. I stopped the spanking and absent mindedly allowed my hands to run over her ass, squeezing the sore and raw bits and then running down the crack, hovering a little over her asshole. As if daring to go in there, but moving on to caresse the soft lips of her pussy with my fingers, opening her up just a little. I lowered my head and licked her clit just once. All of her movements stoped and she mewls, her desire more than apparent.
"Nuh-uh baby-girl, not till you call me Daddy, or better yet, the M word" I crooned into her ear, my black leather covered hands playing with her nipples.
"not a chance, not the M one, no" She replied, panting as I twist her nipple a tad too hard and she tried to kick out. I stood up, and walked over to the shelves that hold the toys and grabbed the leg irons. She heard the jangle of the iron chains and tried to pull her legs underneath her, I stepped up to her like a farrier approaches a horse he is about to shoe and took her ankle, laughing at her as she tried to kick out at me
" I HATE you" She yelled and struck out at me again. I grabbed her ankle harder and clicked the cuff closed around one ankle, the irons clanging against themselves as I try to take her other ankle while lowering the one I had. The cuff ratchets around the ankle and I lock them both closed. I wrapped my hands into her blonde locks and pulled her roughly to her knees, then to her feet and walked her into the lounge. Smiling to myself as I heard the chains against eachother and the floor making noise. I stepped behind her to check her hands are not any odd shade of blue, and satisfied with the blood flow and color, I push her onto her knees in front of my chair. She struggles, and Boom out of no where came my hand to slap her cheek from behind. She slumped and I lowered her back to her place in front of my chair.
She is kneeling between my open legs, arms cuffed behind her back, leg irons around her ankles my boots caressing her thighs. Her green eyes fixed on my hand gently stroking my cock. I suck on my cigar thoughtfully. I dont expect her to ask for it, and I know she won't. But, I am going to take it. I put the cigar into the ashtray and run my hands over my recon, thinking. I drop my hand to my belt and unbuckle it and slowly open my fly and allow her to see a glimpse of the white briefs she bought me. This is just for her, making her want to suck my dick. I reach in to stroke it through the briefs and I am taken aback by how good the black leather looks on the white. I am broken from my revery as I hear the chains, I look up and she has moved a little closer. I lean forward and grab for some hair and pull her forward, again hearing the chains jangle as she fights to stay the distance she is away from me. She growls at me, eyes flashing. I slap her, hard, twice, her head snaps back and her eyes water and she comes forward willingly, her head lowering to my cock as I pull it out of my pants. I watch her as she takes me deep into her throat and then runs her mouth up to swirl her tongue over the head of my cock, her eyes never leaving mine. I know that if I cum first she has won, and everything up to this point has been worthless.
I wait.
Then I grab her by the hair and pull her off my cock, tuck it inside my pants, zip up and stand, making her follow me, I pick her up as she stumbles and take her back to the bed. I throw her face down, quite hard and remove my belt, yanking off her g-string and belting her ass 10 times, slowing between each to watch the welts come up immediately the belt leaves her flesh, I uncuff her hands and as she squirms with the left over pain from the belting I roll her over and duck under the chain of the legirons, I fall over her and take her free hands, pinning her to the bed, I let go of one hand to slap her again and let my hard-on out of its confines and guide it roughly into her. She is wet, and I slide all the way in.. I start out slow, too slow for her and she starts to struggle under me, fighting, making me use my bodyweight and my cock deep within her to hold her down and push her to that place of inevitablity.
"Daddy!" She gasps,
"I want the M word bitch I deserve it" I grunt back at her, fucking her harder and deeper, feeling her wetness on the front my pants.My hands holding one wrist and the other in her hair as she rocks up into me, the free arm around my back, My cock being gripped within her driving me to distraction.
"I can't" She sobs into my shoulder, Then gasps again as I plunge into her again. Pushing her over the edge, I hear her whimper, sob and then....
"Say it!" I gasp into her hair..
"M...M...Master!" She gasps as her first orgasm racks her body, doubling her up into me.
Content she had gone to that place within her I drop the other wrist and throw it over my back as I fuck her with all I have, Slamming into her showing her I am worthy of such a title. She shatters through a second orgasm and starts to scream as a third pushes through. I start to slow down and gently pull out of her, removing my police shirt so as she can get to my skin and I can cover her with something that smells like me.
"Daddy?" She murmurs and snuggles in under my arm
"Right here babygurl, I love you" I sigh as I cup her still pulsing pussy with one hand, and wrap the other underneath her to pull her close to me, and kiss her deeply. My tongue playing over hers, nibbling her lips a little. I kiss her forehead, and pull a blanket up over us as she falls asleep. A little later, I remove her irons and lay back down with her, and fall asleep a content Daddy, with his hand on his babygurls hot, well spanked ass.
Preston McKelroy Jan 2003.