CHAPTER FIVE
Chrissy
“Daddy!” I shout as I leap up from where I’m coloring at the coffee table and run to him as he walks into the door. I’m in my flannel pajamas with the butt flap. I feel cute and sexy, too. Mostly, I feel overjoyed that Daddy is home. I rush up to him and throw my arms around him. “Daddy!” I say again as I hold him tightly.
“Hello, little girl,” he says with a chuckle.
I don’t let him go as I say, “How was work, Daddy?”
He sighs and stokes my hair as he says, “Long, princess. Very long.”
I snuggle against him and then back away and take his hand. “Come with me, Daddy!” I say in a cute, commanding voice. I pull him along as he chuckles behind me and when I get to the recliner, I sit him down and say in the same cute commanding voice, “You need to relax!”
He smiles and reaches for me to stroke my cheek. By the time his hand gets there, I’m already on my knees and my hands are on his belt, undoing the buckle. “I’m going to take care of you, Daddy,” I say softly. I’m not pretending to be some sort of soldier captain anymore. Now I just want to help my daddy come home and let his day at work drift away.
He strokes my cheek and I lean against the palm of his hand with a sigh. Then, I focus my attention on his belt again. “I’ve been thinking, Daddy,” I say and I try my best to be nonchalant about it, “and it seems to me that my life is really much better than it was before you became my Daddy.” I have the belt undone now and I unbutton his slacks and then slide the zipper down as I continue.
“And yesterday I was wondering how I turned into a girl who really wants sex all the time.” I giggle and blush.
Roger says, “Oh yeah?”
I giggle again as I pull his pants down to his knees. I get my hand on his boxer shorts and say, “And I was thinking about how what I love best about sex is when I get to please you.” It’s true, not just something I’m telling him for effect. His pleasure impacts me far more than my own. I stroke through his boxers and say, “and this morning I was reading online.” I don’t need to tell him the subject matter. He knows I read BDSM blogs all the time, trying to become the best little girl I can.
“And I read that people become Dom’s because they are fulfilled by taking care of someone and people become subs because…” I pause and smile at him.
He smiles back. “Because they want to be taken care of?”
“Nope!” I say triumphantly. I pull his boxers down and his cock comes free. “Because they’re fulfilled by pleasing someone.” I take hold of his shaft and giggle as I say, “So it’s time for me to be fulfilled.” I plunge my mouth down on him and feel a big thrill as he gasps and then moans at the feel of my mouth. I giggle around his cock, feeling pretty damned sexy.
I guess I also giggle because I know tomorrow at work I’m going to tell Vanessa all about it. She’s probably the only person in the world I can be completely open with. Best friend indeed! I think that’s what happens when you’re best friends since being babies! I bet we told each other secrets before we could talk in whatever baby language babies have.
I force myself to stop giggling and move my tongue more eagerly and energetically. I love the way he reacts to different ways I move my tongue. I love how he moans and I just love knowing this is really making him happy. The articles and blog posts are all right. I do feel fulfilled by pleasing my Dominant. I feel extraordinarily fulfilled pleasing Roger.
I can feel his muscles getting a little more tense and he thrusts up slightly as I move my mouth. I caress his balls with one hand and let my other hand move up and along his taut, muscular abdomen as I increase the pace of my movements and also increase the depth. I am so damned turned on and excited and it almost feels like if I can make Daddy cum I’ll end up with an orgasm, too.
I can’t comprehend how the desire to please this man is so powerful within me. It is though. It might be the most powerful desire I can imagine! I move faster. Because I know it makes it better for a man when a woman shows enthusiasm, I try my best to make my eagerness for his pleasure obvious and clear. I moan and make hungry noises as I suck. I don’t have to think very hard about making it seem like I love what I’m doing because I do love it!
I hear him groan and as I feel his balls tighten in my hand, my pussy seems to pulse. As he cums, my body indeed progresses toward orgasm, bringing me right to the edge. I suck energetically and excitedly, as though somehow the movement of my mouth at his cock could drive me over the edge as he spurts and I do all I can to extend his pleasure.
I gradually slow and it’s wonderful to hear him go from urgent, almost desperately plaintive moaning to a long exhalation and a soft sigh. I keep my mouth on his cock and let my hands glide over his thighs as I suckle very softly. There are two reasons for that. First, I want him to think I enjoy doing this so much that I’m reluctant to take my mouth from where it belongs. Second, I actually do enjoy doing this so much that I’m reluctant to take my mouth from where it belongs!
I finally lift my mouth off and kiss the tip gently. “I hope you can relax now, Daddy, after working so hard.”
He reaches for me and strokes my cheek. “Relax, princess?” His eyes grow predatorial. “Now I’m energized. I gasp as he grabs me.
I do a whole hell of a lot of shrieking, moaning, crying out, and screaming over the next hour or so while I’m on top of him, under him, beside him, and in front of him. When we’re done, I have lost count of my climaxes.
And then both Daddy and I can relax.