i lay in a mess of my own ecstasy, the bed sheets strewn across the room, he stands in the far corner of the room stern and unamused, not all mornings are gentle, not all times are gentle,  today is one of those mornings. i had been sleeping, he awoke me as normal, licking and tasting my cunt, i struggled against him, jokingly told him to go away, that i didn’t want him. in my ears i remember giggling, and maybe that’s what sent him over the edge. i lay here now panting, trying to understand.

his frustration grew, throwing off all the bed linens, binding my hands to the headboard, his stern look froze me. i gave into his will, not out of fear, but out of the need to pull him closer.

“You don’t want me, huh? Is that what my sweet girl is saying? She doesn’t want me?”

he was wrong, so very wrong. “I was joking, I do want you.” tears threatened to pour.

he spread my legs, parted my folds and licked the tender flesh between my thighs, slipped his fingers in. he edged me to the brink of orgasm, denying me, tormenting me, before removing his clothes and using his cock to finish me off. my ecstasy rushed between us, my body shook, and my voice gave off a muted scream.

he remains hard and deliberately so. he’s brewing. watching me now, my body calming, awaiting his next storm. he’ll never learn that i will only ever want him, he’ll never listen to my soul as it cries even in the dead of night for him. instead he needs to touch me, feel me, be reassured of my love. his eyes are always gentle, his touch never cruel, but the lessons he teaches me always hurt deep down in my heart. i won’t say a word, i am not scared of him, no, in these times i need him, i need that wholeness that only he gives me. so i am waiting him to fill me once again.

“Please come back to me, I need you Daddy.” those blue eyes of his soften, and he makes his way back to me, releasing my hands, before leaning those perfect lips down to kiss me….