Dirty Daddy

by Brenda Ford

  Like a magnet, I draw closer to the bed and spot the note that’s on the side table. It’s as if he’s playing a treasure hunt game and I feel like I did a few minutes ago. No longer nervous but excited about trying to figure out what’s inside of it.

  But then this is when I notice there’s another envelope and I start to understand exactly what Marvin has in mind. This isn’t just going to be sex. He’s kinky, and it should make me want to leave. I should tell him that I’m not that kind of girl. Instead, it makes me feel naughty, and the prospects of learning, I rip open the envelope to find out more.

  Emily,

  Remember I said that I had more games to play. This one’s even better because it only involves you and I. Strip down to your panties and sit on the edge of the bed facing opposite the window.

  I’ll be joining you as soon as you’re sitting and waiting for me.

  Marvin

  The words make me lick my lips as I start to strip, knowing that he’ll find me half-naked waiting for his appearance on the side of the bed. Do I start to strip seductively wondering if he’s watching me right now?

  There could be a hidden camera, and that’s the reason why he knows when to appear. I lift my dress slowly and then fling it to the side of the room. I spin around slowly hoping that he likes what he sees, but I haven’t finished yet. He said down to my panties, so I start to unclasp my bra, unclear what way to face. I could spoil the game and look around the room, put on the light and try and find this hidden camera. But part of me is just scared that he’ll come right away.

  Maybe I should take my dress off the floor and fold it neatly; I don't want him to think that I'm a slob. I have one set of instructions. I intend to fulfill them as I let my breast become fully exposed and I wait patiently at the edge of the bed facing the window.

  At first, I don’t know what to do with my hands. Should I rest them on my legs? Or should I just keep them to the side? I decide on letting them rest to the side and then I don’t know how long I was sitting there.

  The anticipation’s killing me as I start to lose patience. It’s as if he knows that I’m feeling this way because I hear his voice startling me from behind,

  “Emily.”

  I didn’t hear the door, which means that he’s been in the room this whole time.

  “I thought that maybe you were going to leave.”

  I can’t tell if he’s asking me or telling me what he was thinking, but I reply honestly.

  “I just got impatient. Can I turn around now?”

  “No.”

  I want to turn around so badly, but the idea that it’ll all be over in a moment stops me to do that. I wonder if there’s someone else with him? Or if he’s naked like me?

  “I want to see you. Stand up!”

  I follow his instructions immediately because his tone of authority takes me by surprise, “But don’t turn around. Close your eyes and spin around slowly.”

  I do as he says and then he growls, “You’re so beautiful. From the head to the toe.”

  “Are you nervous?”

  I nod my head because as I stand with my eyes closed, not sure what way I’m facing. If I’m still facing the window or better him. I’m obeying him because I’m scared that if I don’t then it’ll all be over.

  “Don’t. You know that you can trust me,” his voice is so gentle and calm. For a minute I think of completely letting go and stop building up these barriers. Until I realize that he’s next to me.

  “You want this as much as I do. Don’t you?”

  I nod my head because I know that he’s right. I could have left at any time. But I’ve played along with the games maybe a bit too much, so it’s clear that I’m here until the end. I know that if I leave now I’ll regret it. Not only because of the business but because I want to know exactly what Marvin has in mind.

  “Yes.”

  I hate to admit that he’s right all the time. His hands start to move over my body. Teasing my arms and my neck. It’s as if he’s feeling and enjoying what he sees, “You feel so fucking beautiful. Your skin is as soft as silk.”

  I want to say something, but as keeping my eyes closed start to feel so natural, I find myself lost in every stroke. The tension is building up inside of me. I start to purr as I think that no one’s ever touched me the way that he’s doing right now. It’s a sensual feeling as I can hear his breathing quicken, as if he can’t get enough of me, and then without warning he suddenly stops.

  I wish that he wouldn’t stop. I know that I don’t want him to.

  “Are you ready to start?”

  I swallow the lump in my throat as I feel as if I’m dangling in mid-air. I move and feel the bed to the side of me as I try and catch my breath.

  “Marvin?”

  I shake my head, and then I feel something over my eyes as he spins me around and I wanted to open them right then and there. I wanted him to keep touching me. Make me feel exactly as he did only a few seconds ago.

  “Emily if it gets too much, I need you to say a word, but I don’t want you to see what I’m about to do to you. Our eyes play tricks on us, they don’t allow us to feel but anticipate the feeling. I’m blindfolding you because I could tell that you wanted to open your eyes. I want you to enjoy it.”

  “I’m scared,” my voice is trembling as I think about giving him complete control.

  “You trust me. Don’t you?”

  I hesitate, but then I think about how he made me feel a few moments ago. We haven’t had sex yet and still I’m so aroused. When he was touching me just a few seconds ago, it was the most sensual experience that I’ve ever had in my life.

  “I’m going to tie you too.”

  I feel a knot behind my head, and then I feel his hands tracing down my arms.

  “I want you to be touched not the other way around.”

  Holy crap!

  He’s going to make me completely helpless, but he’s confirming what I’m thinking as he ties my arms. I take a deep breath thinking that I knew that it wasn’t going to be just a case of us having sex. This is going to be something so much more than that. There are no words to describe how I feel as he gently makes me sit down and start to pin my legs just the same way that he did my arms.

  I want to break free, as I start to panic. There’s no way out as I try and lift my legs and I can feel the pressure high enough to stop my mobility. It’s not painful; I know that Marvin is a master of his craft and I’m his student. One that he’s going to tutor and enjoy all the pleasure that I can give to him.

  “This isn’t about pain,” he moans as he shifts my legs onto the bed. “It’s about making sure that you enjoy everything that we’re about to do. Just don’t try and fight it. Simply relax and enjoy the ride.”

  “Easy for you to say. You’re not blinded or tied up, right?”

  I reply nervously knowing that this is a one-way street. He comfortably knows everything that’s about to happen, whereas I’m only lying down on a bed completely helpless. I can’t move. I try a little and fail as the realization that I’m completely at his mercy starts to hit home. Part of it is exciting, but then there’s the other part that surprises me.

  “From the moment, you said that you wanted to take me up on my offer. I just couldn’t stop thinking about us. Now, it’s happening and for some reason it’s even more beautiful than I could have imagined. Tonight Emily, you’re mine. To play with, to do whatever I want. But one thing’s for sure. If it ever got too much, all you need to say is the magic word and I’ll stop.”

  I want to think of a word. Something that will pop into my mind immediately, but I draw an immediate blank.

  I can feel the bed shift under his weight as his lips cover mine. It’s strong, and he does it with such hunger that my body starts to melt underneath him. I open my mouth slightly, and without hesitation, his tongue slips into tease and explore the inside of my mouth.

  He pulls back, “I’m still waiting for that magic word.”

  “As a g
irl, you loved to play with dolls.”

  He kisses me once again, reminding me if I wanted more. I need that word. Something that I’ll think of immediately and the only thing that pops into my mind as he starts to squeeze my breast gently and then moves his lips to one nipple.

  “Wonderland!” I purr as he flicks his tongue over the areola. I arch beneath him as he stretches against my bonds, and I’m completely at ease. I’m no longer thinking about being bound up, and he’s not listening to the word as he starts to stroke and kiss every part of me. He’s sending a path of kisses down to the top of my panties. The only thing that he said to keep on.

  “You were teasing me at the bar?”

  I nod as he starts to lick only the top of them. A prelude of what he intends to do next as his lips move to the inside of my thighs. I did do a Sharon Stone back at the bar; I opened my legs just wide enough for him to see what I had on underneath. My lace panties. The one sexy pair that I have in my closet. I brought it one time when Michelle said that I needed to get out more and for some reason, I thought it entitled going to a bar and picking up some guy, maybe having a one-night stand or even a fling. But it never happened because I realized that I need to have a connection to be with a man. And the way that Marvin’s making me feel right now, I know that the connection is a lot stronger than I’d ever dreamed.

  “Even when you come, I own that. You’ll only do it if I allow you to do it. Do you understand me?”

  I moan as I feel that I’m starting to come right now.

  He climbs off me and growls, “Wonderland.”

  He’s confirming that he heard me, “But if you disobey me at any time, then I’ll have to punish you.”

  I’m confused what he means by that, but as he lifts me up I know that I’ll soon have the answer to the question in my mind.

  “Remember your word. This is just a tease of what I’ll do to you if you step out of line.”

  I don’t even have time to ask him what he means because he sweeps me in his arms and spins me around him. I can tell that I’m resting on his knee and that he’s not wearing anything too. I can feel his naked skin and it means that he was waiting in the bathroom. He has no clothes on and I’m so desperate to see his perfectly shaped body at this point. But he distracts me as he says, “This is going to hurt at first. Just a sting. Brace it.”

  I’m resting on his knee and trying to put myself comfortably across his knee.

  “I bet you’ve never been spanked before?”

  Hell no!

  Then I remember one time that mom did it when I was a little girl. But never by a grown man.

  “No, but do we have to do this?”

  As he strokes my back, my butt is well up in the air and my arms remain tied in front of me and I start to feel nervous once again.

  “Remember you have a word, if it gets too much then just shout it out.”

  I nod because I can’t see anything and all I have is my voice. That’s what he’s telling me. I need to use that if it all gets too much.

  I nod again for reassurance.

  He tugs at my panties gently and then starts to stroke my cheeks.

  “Your ass is so perky and perfectly shaped. Just the way that I like it.”

  His approval relaxes me. It stops me wanting to squirm the magic word “Wonderland.”

  “Now I’m going to give you a taste of it.”

  His hand is still on my back, but then there’s a crash on my left cheek. The pain’s so sharp and instinct. I find myself not enjoying it at all as I grit my teeth. He doesn’t wait for me to respond as he does it once again. He starts to pick a steady rhythm as he starts to spank me, every time just a little harder. My skin’s burning as it stings more and more every time.

  Then the strangest thing starts to happen, no longer am I feeling the pain but it’s as if I’m getting used to it and I start to embrace it. Every wave is now sending the pleasure through my body and trying to eliminate the pain. My screaming starts turning into moans as he continues to smack me.

  “I told you that you'd enjoy it. I should have stopped earlier,” he’s rubbing my cheeks, and I can feel his erection by my arm. It turns me on even more as he’s stroking my cheeks.

  “They’re so red and the perfect shape. Fuck Emily, I want you so badly, I love a good spanking, but not as much as a good fucking and I know with you it’s exactly what’s going to be happening tonight.”

  His fingers slide in between my panties, and then I start to moan as I’m no longer thinking about my stinging ass cheeks, but how he’s making me feel right now.

  “Admit you liked it?”

  I’m lost for words, unable to speak as he continues to rub the inside of my pussy. He’s slowly putting one finger in, expecting us to have a conversation as I perk my butt even higher up.

  “You’re so fucking wet right now.”

  “I know, don’t stop,” I hum as he pushes deeper inside of me.

  I start to move my butt in rhythm to his fingers entering in and out of me. I’m pushing his fingers so that they can go in deeper.

  “You’ve behaved so well Emily and it seems as if you were born to be a submissive,” he says removing his fingers from my pussy that’s dying for him to make me come.

  “Remember I said that I own your orgasm. You can’t climax unless I want you to climax, and right now I know that you’re so fucking wet for me.”

  “Please!”

  I’m so close to the edge, and his finger was fantastic. Even better than the spanking. I don’t want him to stop as I buck against him. Maybe if he sees that I’m so desperate, then he’ll carry on.

  “You’re so fucking hungry right now.”

  Then he puts his finger back inside of me, this time not just one but two. He stretches me and growls, “Maybe I’ll give you what you want!”

  He starts to rub his thumb against my clit, and I start to realize that he’s a man of his words. And he starts moving it in slow circles. I was so close to the edge before, but right now it doesn’t take much to send me on my journey. My body starts to hum as I brace myself against his legs ready to explode.

  Then he sighs, “I want to see you come.”

  Without warning, he takes away his fingers. My eyes were shut; my body was rubbing against him, no longer was I thinking about the awkward position that I’m in at the moment. Everything went out of my mind and the only thing that I thought was coming was my sweet release and he’s taken it away from me. Just like that.

  I’m opening my mouth to protest, but my throat is dried and it feels as if he’s gaged me, but he hasn’t. I’m completely lost for words as I’m doing the one thing that I want to do right now and he’s taking it away from me.

  “For the first orgasm, I want it to rip through you. I can sense that this one will be a quiet one. I want to achieve more than that.”

  He’s talking and moving me at the same time as his fingers wrap around my hips and he leans close.

  “This is how I want you to come.”

  He rams his cock inside of me with one single thrust. It takes me completely by surprise as I feel my climax come back to life, it’s as if it never went away. There’s a surge of muscle curling through me as my pussy clings against his hardness. It’s so fucking intense, and then I remember his words. That when I do come, he’ll make sure that it explodes through me. My breath drains as he continues to thrust inside of me harder and I can’t help but give in to him. I wanted my orgasm to come, but as he penetrates further all the way to the root. I moan as I start to realize that his cock is so big.

  He holds one hand on my back and pushes me onto the bed and seizes my shoulders as he continues to make animal noises. He grinds against me with his thrusts as if he has a sense of urgency. I feel so possessed right now as he slows down and moves his hand to the back of my head and then he starts to shift angles, and I scream as if my life depends on it as an orgasm rips through me.

  The same way that he said it would happen. I’m trying to ge
t my breath back. Trying to think straight, but my body just keeps shivering and seems to have completely lost control of itself. My mind has so many images right now and I start to gain my sense back.

  Marvin asks, “Do you like it like this, Emily?”

  I nod my head.

  “I asked you a question; you should reply,” he barks at me.

  His cock is now at the entrance, teasing me and I’m dying to get my hand and just slip it in, but I can’t. I’m still bound and completely at his mercy. Marvin shifts his angle and brings his hand up to my ass.

  “Have you ever been fucked up the ass?”

  His question catches me by surprise as I start to feel another arousal. I thought that I'll be tired. I’ve never climaxed more than once. Even though one man has tried, someone I was dating just so that I didn’t feel as if I was the only one without a man. It’s difficult when you’re in a circle of friends, and they all have someone. So, I dated him, there was no connection because there was only one thing that was always on my mind.

  My Designs.

  That’s why I’m here right now. But this isn’t what’s making me give in to his demands. No, something else is doing that.

  Marvin.

  “No!”

  I say as if I’m a born again virgin. As if I’ve never been touched and if the idea of it all is too much to bear. Here I am in a room with him tied and blinded by it all. I want to see Marvin so badly.

  What does he look like when he’s doing these things to me?

  Is he as cold as he sounds? Or is he enjoying it a lot more than what comes out in his voice?

  “We’ll start slow. Seeing as this is your first time, but…”

  Then he starts to pinch my butt cheeks, “I just want you everywhere. But I have the whole weekend to have you. I can wait.”

  I wonder if he’s talking to himself or me.

  His cock greets my pussy one more time with the same urgency as before, and then he angles me so that his cock is entering every part of me. No fold unturned as Marvin starts to fill me with his cock.