Daddy was given devastating news earlier this week. I think we both knew it was coming, but it’s still not the kind of thing you want to hear…ever.
He shrank an inch or two in height in front of me, caving in on himself to protect himself from more hurt. My heart ached for him. In front of the boys, nothing much was said. I didn’t show my emotions, and neither did Daddy. He just withdrew.
That night, he just wanted to go to bed. All his energy fled earlier in the evening, and I didn’t blame him.
Side by side in bed, I felt sick to my stomach, desperately wanting to comfort him, knowing nothing I did could make anything any better.
I snuggled in his arms, eyes burning with unshed tears. My heart hurt because I knew he was in pain. Turning to look at him, we kissed softly, gently. His tongue filled my mouth, tasting my lips and tongue. I poured as much love as I could into that kiss. In between each kiss, I silently wiped away tears I couldn’t stop.
We kissed until I was breathless. The gentleness of his caress was precious to me but I knew he was falling deep into his own head. He needed a jolt.
I lightly raked my nails over his chest. I tweaked his nipples, making him to hiss. I leaned forward and nipped and sucked at him just like he does to my sensitive nipples. His breathing changed. I felt his hands in my hair, guiding and cradling at the same time.
Reaching between us, I stroked his hardening cock through his shorts. I cupped his balls and massaged. After several moments, he lifted his hips in a silent demand to remove his clothing. Silently but with a frantic urge, I yanked them off him.
I held his balls in my hand, my finger finding the sensitive area at the back. I stroked and stroked, loving the gasps and grunts coming from him. He accepted my ministrations, but I knew he needed something more, something to make him temporarily forget – something to draw out the Beast a little.
I ran my nails up and down his cock while I bit down harder on his chest. He growled softly. I squeezed his cock firmly, pulling as I stroked upwards. He hissed. I wrapped my arm around his neck and dug my nails into his shoulder.
Without warning, he threw me over onto my back. He used his knees to nudge my legs apart. Never saying a word, he slammed his cock into my already soaked pussy.
I cried out in pleasure. He pumped in and out, over and over. His hips slapped my pelvis. I held my legs wide. He was relentless and ruthless.
Rolling us onto our sides, he continued fucking me. I threw my leg over his hip, pulling him closer. He reached down between us and stroked my clit. My pussy spasmed around his cock as I choked back screams of pleasure. He put his hand over my mouth to muffle the sounds. I closed my mouth, whimpering.
He reached down again and with one touch, I exploded a second time. My pussy clenched around his cock as I covered us both with fluids. He never stopped thrusting.
My nails dug into his back, raking up and down, grabbing and pulling him close. I grabbed his ass with my nails. He snarled and growled at each touch, fucking me more viciously.
My face was on fire the moment he made contact. My eyes rolled back in my head.
I was lost in sensations as the pain shot across my cheek. My nails dug in harder.
Grabbing my hip, he pulled me closer still as he thrust in and out. With a final growl, he filled my body with his seed. I held on for dear life, desperate to have all of him.
When he released me, his cock continued to twitch, making him gasp. Soaked in sweat and covered in scratches, he smiled a little – the smile of a satisfied Dominant
There’s nothing I can do to take away or fix what’s happening. When he lets me, all I can really do is offer him the solace and comfort of my body, my mind, and my heart.