Daddy and I did something during our 19 hours that actually made me nervous. I asked him about his fantasies. Our relationship started so slow and we both used to tread so carefully around one another that while we’ve discussed mutual fantasies, we’ve never truly explored them in any real way.
I sat in a chair by the hotel bed, his cum trickling down my thighs, barely able to hold my head up. We talked about exhibitionism and voyeurism. Earlier, he’d pinned me to the window completely nude. We were on the ninth floor, but I had that moment of excited fear of being seen. Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t, but the prospect of it colored our conversation.
I looked at him and asked, “Will you tell me one of your fantasies, Daddy?” Sometimes you come across the perfect moment because of good planning, and sometimes purely by accident. This was one of those accidental times.
“Well, I would love to watch another woman go down on you and make you cum with just her tongue.” I shivered and felt the blood rush to already sore and well-used areas.
I looked at him for a moment. There was something in his eyes. “What else, Daddy?”
He smiled at me. “I’ve considered a remote control egg. Taking you out in public, tormenting you, not allowing you to orgasm.” I could feel the flush on my skin; I swallowed nervously. I’m an enthusiastic climaxer (is that a word?). Not sure if I could act natural in that situation.
I saw something in his eyes. There was more. Did I really want to know? “Anything else, Daddy?”
There was a distinct gleam in his eyes. “One of your fantasies, babygirl. Two cocks.” I gulped. The idea both thrills and terrifies me.
Our eyes met, and the smile on his face was downright primal. I knew there was more, something else. My voice wobbled a bit as I asked again, “What else, Daddy?”
He smiled an indulgent smile, his Daddy Dominant side coming out full force. “That’s enough for tonight. Not too much at one time, babygirl.”
I was disappointed that the conversation was over, and yet a little relieved. I was already shaky from our earlier play. The revelation that we shared fantasies shook me on a deeper level. To have heard fantasies I hadn’t even conceived of yet would have thrown me off balance in a different way. He knew it, and so did I.
We are pushing against our boundaries with every encounter. When the time is right, I have no doubt he’ll share those deeper, darker fantasies with me. I also don’t doubt that I’ll respond with weak-kneed desire and just a little bit of fear which is part of what makes it so exciting.