“I’m not sure,” I answered, chewing my lip and squirming back and forth as I waited for him.
“Yes, you do, little girl, and you will tell me unless you want more of my belt before I put you to bed wet and needy,” he warned.
He was right. I did know. Last night when he’d punished me, I’d called him Daddy without meaning to and this morning, he’d made me call him that before he would touch me. My body came alive at the thought, radiating with need and desire, if only he would give it to me.
I whimpered.
“Daddy,” I finally answered, feeling my face flush so hot that I thought it might be on fire.
“Ask Daddy for your fucking, Cami-girl,” he instructed, and I wailed against the table, thoroughly overwhelmed by my shame and desire for that very thing. It felt so wrong, so taboo, and I wanted it so very badly.
“Please. I can’t,” I answered without meaning to.
His hand returned to my lower back, and I flinched. He didn’t reach for the belt like I’d expected though. Instead, he reached his fingers between my thighs and slid them along my very wet folds. I gasped as he found my clit. Slowly, he began to circle it, causing shivers of pleasure to catapult up and down my legs. My thighs quivered at the unexpected caress, and I leaned into it, hoping he would make me come right then and there.
He never increased the pressure, teasing me lightly enough to make my pussy convulse with painful need. I tried to fight the rising desire within me, but it soon became pointless. It kept building, higher and higher until it was burning inside me. Just a little harder, a little faster, a bit more anything really and I’d explode like a firework.
Soon enough, I was writhing and moaning beneath him. My entire body felt like it was surging with electricity and the more he teased and taunted me with orgasm, the more painful it became. I’d never been edged so long in my life, and I didn’t know how to handle it.
I begged. I pleaded for release, but he listened to none of it.
“You know what Daddy wants to hear, little girl,” he answered. I was so embarrassed by both wanting to say the words and not wanting to say them. My need was far greater, however.
“Please,” I pleaded.
“You have two choices, little girl. You can ask Daddy to fuck you, or you will be put to bed with an even sorer bottom and a much wetter little pussy,” he declared. I knew this was my last chance. If I chose the second one, I knew it would probably end in tears.
I desperately wanted the first option.
“Please… fuck me… Daddy,” I whispered.
“Louder, little girl. Beg Daddy for what you need so very badly,” he demanded.
“Please! Fuck me, Daddy. I need you, Daddy. Please! I need you to fuck me really hard,” I begged. My voice trembled and it was only a little louder, but his answering growl was enough. I heard him lower his zipper and I widened my thighs a bit more. I didn’t look, but I heard him tear open a condom package. I blushed, knowing that very soon I was going to be full of the man I’d been dreaming about for weeks. He rolled the condom on and growled in appreciation. I imagined he was looking at me. I hoped he was enjoying what he saw.
I lifted my hips and the head of his cock finally pressed against my entrance.
“Hearing you call me Daddy makes my cock the hardest it’s ever been, little girl,” he groaned, and I tensed as he pushed himself inside me just a little. Even though I’d taken him in my mouth, my pussy was not prepared for a man of his size. I whined as he pressed inside me, the burning stretch just as punishing as his belt.
“Daddy,” I gasped, struggling a bit to take his enormous cock even though I desperately wanted it. I wanted to hate calling him that, but I couldn’t. For him, it felt perfect, even though it was a little wrong.
“Taking Daddy’s cock is going to hurt, naughty girl. I don’t plan on being gentle with you,” he said firmly.
His words sent a flare of arousal shooting through me and my pussy squeezed around him.
“I felt that, my naughty little girl,” he groaned. He thrust more of his cock inside me, which made me cry out once more. He worked himself inside slowly, but every inch I took was painful until at long last he was fully seated within my channel. He leisurely thrust into me a few times, groaning with every whimper and whine I made.
“This little pussy is just as incredible as I’d imagined it would be,” he murmured, and my face flushed again. He’d been thinking about me too. That knowledge took me by surprise, and it made my heart pulse. I liked that. A lot.
His cock felt like an enormous steel rod sinking deep into me, owning me, and possessing me with every slow thrust.
“Your bare little pussy felt my belt today, didn’t it, little girl?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
He slapped my right bottom cheek hard. “Refer to me properly, little girl. Do not make me remind you again,” he warned, and my pussy clenched down firmly. I couldn’t hide my reactions when he was inside me like this.
“Yes Daddy,” I whimpered. It rolled off my tongue a little more easily this time, but it was still difficult.