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."