CHAPTER SEVEN
Chrissy
I feel so damned happy all the time.
Who the heck would have thought I could be happy with a boyfriend as strict as Roger?
God, I love it, though.
I especially love how he helps me to grow but respects when I disagree with him about something he thinks I might want to work on. I remember reading some time ago that the submissive in a Domination and submission relationship is actually in control. She (or he, I suppose) just trusts the Dominant to do what’s necessary to make the submissive’s desires happen.
Power exchange.
I give him some of my power in exchange for the opportunity to really accomplish what I want to accomplish.
At the moment, what I want to accomplish is sitting on the couch reading the newspaper. I take a breath. “Daddy?”
He puts the paper next to him on the couch. “Yes, little girl?”
“Daddy!” I shout and I run as fast I can to where he sits and leap up onto his lap. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” I kiss him all over his face as he chuckles and his hands move to my waist while I bounce and wiggle and act like a total goofball.
I adjust myself so I straddle him and my movements become more focused. I say, “Daddy,” again but this time, the tone of my voice indicates there’s nothing goofy about it at all. I lean forward and kiss him and there’s nothing goofy about the kiss either.
His hands move over my back and I find myself amazed at how even now that we’ve been together for many months, I am always caught by surprise at how effortlessly he seems to be able to get my undressed. It’s almost like I just cease to exist for a few minutes and when I exist again, I’m naked from the waist up and my breasts are sending waves of pleasure through me as Daddy kisses, licks, nibbles, and caresses my nipples.
“Oh, Daddy,” I whisper. “I’m so happy, Daddy.”
He takes his mouth from my breast and kisses his way up my breastbone to my throat and then my chin. He kisses my lips and then pulls his mouth back to say, “You make me very happy, little girl. I think I might be the happiest man on Earth.”
Man! I don’t know if words can make a girl cum but his drive me right to the edge! “Please Daddy,” I whimper, “I need you. I need you right now.”
He kisses a nipple and says, “Patience, princess,” in such a soft voice and my need for him doubles! It’s just maddening and I whimper and beg another time. He just ignores it and moves to my other nipple. Dear God, I am so close and he hasn’t even gotten to my pussy!
I moan so plaintively and finally plead, “Please, Daddy! Please. I’ll do anything you want. But please I need you now!”
He says something powerful. He nips my nipple and says, “You’ll do anything I want regardless, little girl.”
I let out a moan at his words. It’s not true, of course. Well, I guess it’s true because I know anything he wants to do is something I also will want to do. Nonetheless, the power of his words, of actually pointing that out is overpowering. It’s a beautiful illusion of a lack of choice. It’s part of what makes this whole Dominant/submissive thing so fantastic. I’m in control but everything seems to be the opposite.
I can’t stop whimpering or moaning and I finally manage, “Yes, Daddy. I will. But please, Daddy. I need you.”
Somehow, that does the trick.
He stands up and suddenly he’s carrying me. He actually lifts me up over his shoulder and the sudden change adds to the illusion that I have no control of the situation. Ordinarily, in circumstances like this, I would be giggling and trying to wiggle away, kicking my legs and beating at his butt and screaming for him to put me down.
I just keep moaning and whimpering instead.
He carries me to the bedroom and flips me over his shoulder so I end up on my back on the bed with my head hanging over the side of the mattress. He drops his pants and I open my mouth, thinking he intends to stand by the bed and push into my mouth while I’m positioned like this. I want him in my pussy but I’m so damned eager for whatever he wants to do I don’t hesitate.
I gasp as he reaches down and suddenly turns me around and flips me over so my lower half falls off the bed. While I’m bent like that, he yanks my shorts so that they’re down to my knees and without hesitation, he thrusts into me. I cry out in surprise and a hell of a lot of pleasure. That thrust puts me right on the brink, and after that first cry, I just try to form words or any sort at all to encourage him to fuck me.
I can’t form words.
I can’t do a damned thing!
Thankfully, Daddy needs no encouragement from me and he holds tightly to my hips as her thrusts forcefully and rapidly. Each time his cock drives deep inside of me, I think I will cum. Each time, it seems my orgasm will start but when he pulls back, so does the climax.
I still can’t speak.
And I’m rapidly approaching the point where I won’t even be able to think.
He thrusts forward hard and I try with all my might to scream.
And I succeed.
I scream, “Daddy!”
I don’t think it has anything to do with me mustering my will and trying with all my might. I think the success comes entirely because of Daddy’s thrusts finally pushing me over the edge and with the orgasm being so damned good it was almost scary. As I cum, I can’t even wrap my head around anything at all anymore.
I can only experience the please my Daddy delivers to me.