It had only been a few days since my last encounter with him, but my body already felt restless, the anticipation clawing at me. Every quiet moment I had, I was left wondering when he would show up again, and my mind would drift into the many ways he might push me over the edge.

That early evening, I sat in my living room, a soft love story playing on the TV. One of those movies with the kind of passionate sex scenes that could make anyone squirm. My fingers absentmindedly traced the outline of my panties under my skirt, and I felt the familiar pulse of desire begin to build in me.

I raised my hips, slipping out of my skirt and panties, wanting nothing between me and the heat growing inside. There I was, legs spread wide, my pussy glistening and exposed. The idea of someone watching me in that state sent a thrill through me. I blushed, but couldn’t resist the temptation to reach for my vibrator.

But then, I froze. I remembered the one rule: I cannot cum unless Daddy tells me to.

My heart raced. My body was craving the release, and the thought of disobeying was intoxicating, yet terrifying. My mind wandered back to our last encounter, to the feel of his fingers inside me, the way he commanded my body, the way he made me wet with just a look. I bit my lip, my nipples hardening against my shirt.

I let my fingers slide down, teasing my clit with soft, featherlight touches. I was on the edge, my body trembling with the desire to give in, but I knew better. Not yet. Not without his permission.

A whimper escaped my lips as I yanked my hand away, panting, my breath ragged with frustration. This was risky. He'd told me not to cum without him, and here I was, testing the limits of that rule.

I needed him. Desperately.

A wild, reckless thought crept into my mind. I stood up, completely naked, and walked to the front window. The thin sheers barely hid my body as I stood there, exposed. I knew he could see me. I wanted him to. My pulse quickened with anticipation, and sure enough, his porch light flicked on. My stomach flipped as I watched his front door swing open.

There he was. Walking towards me with that smooth, confident stride that made my knees weak. My breath hitched, excitement rushing through me like the slow climb of a rollercoaster before the inevitable drop.

He knocked, and I felt my pussy throb in response. I opened the door, and his scent hit me immediately—an intoxicating mix of cologne and something uniquely him. My body responded instinctively, melting under his gaze.

"Victoria," he said, his voice a delicious mixture of concern and amusement. "What are you doing, standing naked in your window? Any pervert could have seen you."

My lips curled into a smile. "I was hoping one would."

His smirk deepened, his eyes dark with desire as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. I backed up slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, and I bit my lip, a spark of defiance in my gaze.

He didn’t waste time. Pushing me up against the wall, his mouth crashed into mine, his kiss rough and demanding. His hands pinned my wrists above my head as his tongue explored mine, and I moaned into him, my body eager, desperate for more. His hand moved between my legs, teasing my clit in just the right way, at just the right pace.

I was shaking, my knees weak from the pleasure, but he stopped before I could fall apart. He released my wrists, leaning down to kiss my neck, his breath hot against my skin. "I missed my good little slut," he whispered.

I shivered, my voice barely a breath. "I missed you too, Daddy."

I was dripping for him now, the slick wetness running down my thighs as his lips moved lower, kissing my breasts, sucking my nipples, his hands rough as they explored my body. He slapped my ass, his voice commanding. "Spread your legs."

I obeyed immediately, my head spinning with the need to cum. I could feel myself unraveling, my mind foggy with lust as I anticipated his next move. He stopped, and I whimpered in frustration, my body aching for his touch.

"You remember the rule, right?" His voice was a dark promise, his eyes devouring me.

I nodded, breathless. "Yes, Daddy."

He stepped back, taking me in. I could feel the heat of his gaze on my body, the way he enjoyed watching me writhe for him, waiting, desperate to be rewarded for my obedience.

"Tell me what you want," he said, his voice low and deliberate.

"I want you, Daddy," I whispered. "I need you."

A wicked smile spread across his face. "That's my good slut. Now, don't cum until I tell you."

Then his mouth was on me, his tongue sliding over my pussy, slow and torturous. I moaned, arching into him, my hands gripping the wall for support. His mouth was relentless, licking and sucking until I was trembling, my climax dangerously close.

Just as I was about to tip over the edge, he stopped. I gasped, eyes wide, my body screaming in protest. He smiled down at me, licking his lips. "You taste so fucking good," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction.

He stood up, his eyes blazing with hunger as he unzipped his pants. His cock, thick and hard, sprung free, and I couldn’t help but moan and get on my knees at the sight of it.

The thought of making him melt from the feel of my mouth sent a wave of excitement through me. I looked up at him, his eyes locked on mine as he gently traced my bottom lip with his thumb, murmuring, "You're so beautiful, darling." And that was it. I was his—completely. No hesitation. I was determined to give this beautiful man the best experience of his life. One he’d never forget.

A mischievous smirk spread across my face as I licked my lips, then planted a gentle kiss on the head of his cock. His low moan fueled my desire. Slowly, I began swirling my tongue around his sensitive tip, teasing him with deliberate care. His hand tangled in my hair as he groaned, “Fuck, baby. You’re such a good girl for me.”

I had him now, and I knew it. Without a second thought, I took him deeper, pushing his length into my mouth until it grazed the back of my throat. He quickly noticed my lack of a gag reflex, his hands instantly gripping the sides of my head, pushing me back against the wall. My head pinned, no escape, just the sensation of his cock thrusting into my mouth as he gave in to my fantasy—his pleasure was my command. His low, guttural moans only made me more desperate for him, and I couldn’t help but let out a moan of my own.

He pulled out, kneeling down to my level, his lips crashing into mine with a hunger that took my breath away. He broke away for just a second, locking eyes with me. "You're mine, Victoria," he growled softly, his hand returning to my lip. "I own you. Do you understand?"

“Yes, Daddy,” I breathed, fully lost in the moment.

He smiled, kissed my forehead, and whispered, "That's my good girl." He stood back up, his cock right there in front of me, irresistible and ready for more.

With both hands gripping my head again, he commanded, “Open your mouth.” I did, eagerly. Slowly, he slid back into my mouth, pressing me once again against the wall. His breathing grew heavier as his pace quickened, each thrust reaching the back of my throat. The sound of his pleasure mixed with my own as I rubbed my hardened nipples between my fingers, completely lost in him. His pace increased, his moans filling the air, and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning too. The sensation spread through my body, making my pussy ache with need.

He slowed down, pulling himself out just long enough to kiss me again, his words barely audible between breaths: “You’re so beautiful. Are you ready to cum for Daddy?”

My head fell back, eyes rolling as I whispered, “Oh yes, Daddy. Please make me cum.”

He pulled me to my feet, his strong hands guiding me up by the wrists. "Good girl," he said, his voice thick with authority. "Now take me to your bedroom."

Still holding my hand, I led him, heart racing with anticipation. When we entered, he paused for a moment, surveying the room, a smile playing at his lips before he looked back at me. His eyes were darker now, filled with desire. "Turn around," he commanded, "and put your hands behind your back."

I obeyed without question, feeling the pulse of my excitement quicken as he tied my wrists together. Leading me to the edge of the bed, he stopped, and I could feel my arousal dripping down my thighs, the anticipation nearly unbearable. “Such a good little slut,” he said, voice low and husky, “getting that wet for Daddy, and we’re just getting started.”

He reached for the blindfold by my bedside and gently covered my eyes, my world now reduced to the sound of his voice and the feeling of his hands. My breathing grew shallow, heart pounding in my chest. I could feel his smile as he leaned in, his breath hot against my ear.

“Are you ready, baby?” he whispered, the weight of his words pressing down on me.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered back, my entire body trembling with anticipation. "I'm ready."