Learning to Listen

The crackle of the last strap cut through the sexual tension in the room.  Your last arm finally secure, I traced a fingertip down your wrist and arm before backing away, marveling at the sight before me.  There you lie, wrists and ankles bound, your entire naked body ready to be sacrificed to my every whim.

You looked up at me with pleading eyes, already desperate for every potential touch.  “Please touch me, please let me feel you.  Make me yours, Daddy.  Your little slut needs you.”

“Needs me, huh?”  I drew a line along your body, again starting at one wrist, up your arms and across your shoulders.  The finger traced slowly down your breasts, circling right outside your areola.  The already hard nipple seemed to perk up even more, and I watched you try to shift to make contact.  My hand moved away in response, tracing back up the curve of your breast.

Fings running back down your other breast, you continued to squirm.  “Yes, I need you so b-” Your request was cut short by a moan as my hand pinched and pulled at your nipple.  “Fuck, yes.  More, Daddy, please?”

I smiled and moved my hand away again, tracing a line back up to your collarbone and then down the valley between your luscious breasts.  Your eyes were transfixed on me, darting back and forth between looking into mine and trying to watch where my hand was traveling next.

“I don’t think you really want me.”  My hand slid down your stomach from one side across to the other.  “Maybe those nipples do,” I grinned and pinched the other one between my fingers, and my cock twitched at your moan in response.  “But I don’t think the rest of you does.”

“All of me wants you, Daddy.  Can’t you smell how wet I already am for you?”  You tried to lift your hips to present your pink flower, with little success.

“You need to feel me, huh?  The warmth of my body against yours?”  I pulled off my shirt and leaned over you, bringing my chest to rub across your breasts.  I leaned up and kissed your neck and drew my mouth up close to your ear.  “My whole body?” I purred in your ear, as you felt the stiffness of my still clothed but obviously hard cock rub against your leg.

“Oh jesus fuck, yes, all of it.  I need your hands, I need that cock, I need you!  Your little girl needs to be filled.”  I let you rub your leg against my hard cock as I nipped at your earlobe.

“You really need this?” I asked, as I slowly pulled away my pants and underwear, revealing an already hard, throbbing cock that was just as eager for attention as you.

You devoured my hardness with your eyes and grunted.  “Gimme!” you half-growled.

“What!?” I slapped your soft, exposed mound with an open hand.  You half moaned and half yelped in a mixture of pleasure and pain.  “Did I say this was yours?  I don’t think you get it now.”

“Daddy!  No!  I need it!  Please, Daddy?”

I looked over your entire body, writhing and trying to squirm against your restraints.  My eyes were quickly transfixed on your wet, waiting outer lips.  Juices were already running down your cracks and your clit was pulsing.

I started stroking myself, still mostly transfixed on your pink wet hole.  “Nope, I don’t think this is yours anymore.  I guess I must take care of it myself.”

“But Daddy, I need your cum!  I’m your little cum thief!”  You licked your lips as you watched me stroking myself, bits of precum oozing out the head of my shaft.

“Yes, yes you are.  You’re such a dirty little cum thief, having to beg for Daddy’s leftovers.”  I took a finger and wiped some of the precum off my cock.  I brought it up towards your mouth, and your tongue darted out towards my finger.

“Daddy, I need to taste you.  Your cum slut is so hungry.”  I smiled and wiped the mess on my finger across your lower lip.  Your tongue began to lick at what it could reach.  With a few strokes of your tongue, it was gone.  “Mmmmm... more please, Daddy?”

“I guess you’re being a good girl now.”  I let you watch as I rubbed my finger all over the tip of my cock, covering it.  Once again it came back to your mouth, close enough that your lips clamped tight around the finger.  I could feel your tongue seductively swirling around the tip of my finger, cleaning off every little bit.  I moaned, and slid it against your tongue, in and out of your mouth.

I began stroking my cock with my other hand, imagining the feeling of it in your mouth, getting attacked by your tongue as fiercely as you were going after my finger.  I then pulled the finger from your mouth, and I watched you licking your lips again.  “That’s enough.  My turn now.”

“Oh fuck yes, Dady.  Taste my sweet juices!  I’m so wet for you!”

I bent down and kissed your stomach, already smelling your wetness waiting for me.  Soft little kisses trailed down your stomach and onto your mound, your clit just inches from my mouth.  I sucked at your outer lips and got my first little taste of your sweet nectar.  You writhed around, trying to move your muff closer to my mouth.  “My pussy needs your tongue, Daddy.  It wants it so bad!  Stick it in me nowww!”

You immediately gasped and, with much difficulty, I immediately stopped.  “I- I’m sorry Daddy!  My pussy aches so bad, it needs you so bad!”

“You know you don’t...” I bit at the soft flesh of your inner left thigh, and you yelped again.  “...tell me what to do!”  and bit your right thigh in the same place, provoking another squeal.

“I’m sorry Daddy, I’m sorry Daddy.  My soft, wet pussy needs you so bad!”

“I know it does,” I purred.  “We’ll see if you earn it back.  But now, where was I?”

I grinned at you before diving back down between your legs.  With your lips already spread and your clit wet and waiting, I couldn’t hold back.  I sucked at your little love button, immediately soaking my mouth with your juices.  You moaned with pleasure, and I felt your hands strain against their restraints as you tried to pull my head further into you.

“See Daddy?  I’m so wet!  That’s all for you!”  You moaned as my tongue circled around and across your clit.  “Fuck yes, oh fuck yes!”  Writhing against my tongue, I felt your body shudder.  More flicks of my tongue rubbed across your clit.  “Right there, yes, yes, suck that fucking clit!”  you moaned between heavy breaths.

I looked up at you again, but your eyes were closed.  I kept licking every bit of your wetness, feeling my face get wet.  My tongue circled and wiggles across your clit, and I felt you shuddering.  “Oh fuck, more, right there, I’m gonna-“  You twitched violently, panting lustily.

The tongue-lashing stopped in an instant and I pulled away.  “No, you’re not, not when you talk like that.  My slut doesn’t tell me what to do.”

Whining and crying and panting heavily, you arched your clit towards me as best you could.  You begged between breaths.  “Fuck no!  Daddy!  I need to cum!  I need you to make me cum so bad”

Without another word, two fingers slid across your clit and down inside your waiting pussy lips.  A puddle of wetness oozed out around them.  “Oh fucking yes!” you moaned, your tight hole squeezing at my fingers.  I slid them back out, then in again, feeling your body pull at them as they slid back inside.  “You feel so good, Daddy!”  I began sliding them in and out in rhythm, and your body bore down as best it could.  In and out, faster and faster, my fingers kept pulling out more and more of your wetness with each storke.  “Right there, right there, don’t stop, don’t-“ 

Another shudder, another moan, and again I pulled my fingers out completely.  “My slut knows better!  No cumming for you!”  You cried again, body still shuddering, writhing about in search of even an ounce of touch.

I kneeled between your legs and grabbed my cock hard enough that precum shot off and landed on your leg.  “I guess you don’t get a turn now.  Only Daddy does.”  I looked down at you and stroked my cock, the hard shaft still full of precum.  I sucked at the two fingers that had been inside you as I jerked along my shaft.

I rubbed the head of my dick against your clit, soaking it even further.  I groaned at the feeling and the sound of your moan as the soft flesh rubbed against the wetness.  “Little fucking cum thief!” I growled as I looked at you, my hand soaking from the mix of our juices.

I was already trembling from the excitement, could feel it welling up deep within.  You watched and squirmed and waited.  “Are you going to fill your sluit’s pussy, Daddy?  It needs all your cum.”

“Uh huh,” I growled.  I kept stroking myself, faster and faster, the tension continuing to buld.  “Fuck am I gonna fill it full.”

“Yes, Daddy, please.  Please claim your little cum thief’s pussy.”  You looked at me, your face and body still flushed, your hips still rocking and trying to reach my cock just inches from it.

“All mine!” I said between strokes, and I shifted my weight.  I pressed the head of my cock between your pussy lips and slid it deep into your eager wetness.  I felt your pussy hungrily pulling at my dick, and I groaned.  That alone was enough, and I felt myself explode inside you.  “Take it all” I barely managed to hiss between loads, draining myself deep inside you.

“Fuck yes, Daddy, fill your cum slut!  All that hot load just for your little girl’s pussy!”  You squeezed tighter around me and began shaking.  “Daddy, please!”  You rocked back and forth with my cock inside you.

“Yes, you little cum thief, you took it all like a good girl.  I suppose you get a reward.”  I slid, still hard and twitching, nearly out of you, and then slammed back in deep.  You screamed with pleasure and I did it again, sliding almost completely out before another deep stroke back into the warmth and wetness of our combined juices.  “Now my slut gets to cum for me.”

“Uh-huh Daddy, my pussy needs it, you made it ache for you so bad!”  You moaned between words, your pussy leaking out the mix of our juices as I pushed my cock deep inside of you yet again.  I pounded repeatedly, faster and faster.  You were already twitching and shuddering, and I could feel the squeezing growing tighter and tighter.

“Fuuuuck, Daddddyyyyy!  I’m gonna cum all ov-” you screamed, unable to even finish the sentence before you exploded, griding hard against my dick deep inside you and shaking, moaning, and squeezing my cock inside you in the throes of an orgasm.

I leaned down and wrapped my arms around you for more leverage, my mouth right against your ear.  “Soak my cock!  Cum all over me, you dirty little slut!  Don’t stop!”

“Fuck, shit, fuck, more!” You moaned and shuddered at my words, and I plowed into you again and again.  I felt another orgasm roll over you, and I groaned as you moaned next to me.

I continued to moan in your ears and felt wave after wave of pleasure flowing through you.  I didn’t want you to stop, and for several minutes, you didn’t.  Eventually, though, you collapsed, out of breath, panting and twitching through your whole body.

I kissed you softly on your lips, the taste of your juices still fresh on mine, and purred.  “Good little cum thief.”  I smiled and rested against your body and we purred in each other’s ears, until I finally decided to get up and free you from your restraints.

Your hands now free, they roamed my body as mine roamed over yours, and we sat there in a puddle of our own desire and happiness, nice and content.