I'm blindfolded, hands tied behind my back, waiting anxiously for what’s next.

The room is quiet. All I can hear is my heavy breathing—until I hear his voice, low and commanding. "Turn around and face me."

By this point, I'm already begging him to make me cum. I don’t think I’ve ever begged so much in my fucking life.

He chuckles, his voice dark and indulgent. "Oh, I’ll make you cum. Don’t worry," he says. "But first, I want to admire you like this: helpless, blindfolded, and tied up. Yet still so eager to please. So desperate. You really are such a sweet, sweet slut. My slut." He lets the words linger, savoring my need. "Because you’ve been so good, I’m going to give you exactly what you've been craving… now turn around and do as I say."

I turn, trembling with anticipation. He grabs my bound wrists with one hand, pulling them tight against my lower back, while his other hand pushes my head down toward the bed. The roughness in his touch makes my pulse race, my skin prickling with excitement. I know what’s coming next, and I can’t help but wiggle my hips, a silent invitation I know he won’t ignore.

"Mmm," he murmurs. "I love it when you beg." As he's using his leg to spread mine, leaving me completely helpless while exposing me

I feel him teasing me, rubbing his bare cock against my swollen, aching cunt. He leans close, his breath hot against my ear. "Is this what you want? To feel me deep inside you?"

"Please…" I whisper, almost too needy to form words.

"Say it." His voice is a growl now, daring me. "Tell me you want my cock. Beg for it, like the good little slut you are."

I moan, the words spilling out before I can even think. "Please, Daddy, I need your cock, pretty please. I need you to fuck me. I need to feel you deep inside me."

"Say it again," he commands, his voice dark and smooth. "Beg."

My whole body is on edge, my nipples hard and my thighs trembling. "Please," I gasp. "Please, Daddy, fuck me like the good little slut that I am."

With one powerful thrust, he’s inside me, and I cry out, the pleasure overwhelming. He fills me, stretching me, claiming me. "That’s my good girl," he whispers, and then he begins to move—deeper, faster. Each thrust leaves me breathless, brings me closer, building that tight, aching knot low in my belly.

I remember his rule. I’m not supposed to cum without permission. But there’s no way I can stop myself, not when he’s fucking me like this. I feel myself teetering on the edge, and I know he can tell.

I start to moan louder, the words slipping out between breaths. "Please… please, don’t stop."

He growls, a low, primal sound. "Would you like to cum for Daddy?"

"Yes," I cry, my voice barely a whisper. "Please… please…"

He tightens his grip on my hands, thrusting harder, faster, each movement pushing me closer to oblivion. "Cum for me," he commands, his voice rough with need. His hips in rhythm with his every word, deepening his thrust inside me "Cum. For. Daddy."

The moment he says it, I shatter, my whole body writhing, pleasure exploding through me in waves. He doesn’t stop; he keeps going, pounding into me, his rhythm relentless as I gasp and cry out, lost in the intensity.

With a deep groan, he buries himself inside me one last time, and I feel the heat of him spilling into me. He keeps moving, slower now, drawing out my pleasure until I can barely think, my limbs weak, my body a quivering mess beneath him.

Finally, he releases my hands, and I collapse forward, his body still pressed against mine. We lie there, breathing heavily, his lips brushing the back of my neck as he murmurs, "You are such a good girl for me."

"Thank you, Daddy," I manage to whisper, exhaustion washing over me, making my eyelids heavy.

He carefully slides out of me, undoing the blindfold and unties my wrists. His hands move gently over my skin, soothing every place that feels tender, massaging my wrists, rubbing my back. I sink into his touch, my body melting into the bed as he holds me close, whispering soft reassurances until I drift into sleep.

When I wake, the room is dim, bathed in the soft glow of early morning. I feel his warmth beside me, his arm draped over my waist, holding me close. For a moment, I lay there, wrapped in the comfort of his presence, feeling the satisfying ache he left in my body, a reminder of everything we shared last night.

But then his hand starts to move, tracing slow, lazy circles over my hip, down to the sensitive skin of my thigh. Even half-asleep, the gentle pressure of his touch sends little shocks through me, sparking that familiar warmth deep inside. I’m still hazy with sleep, but he’s already alert, already focused on me.

I feel his lips on my neck, soft at first, then firmer, teeth grazing skin as he moves closer, pressing himself against me. His hand slips down, spreading warmth wherever he touches, and I realize I’m already soaked, my body responding to him instinctively, my breaths coming faster.

“Good morning,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Good morning,” I manage, voice hardly heard. I feel his hand slide between my thighs, fingers brushing over my wet pussy, teasing me; his touch so light it’s maddening. I arch into him, wordlessly begging, and I hear him chuckle, a satisfied sound that makes my cheeks flush.

“Look at you,” he whispers, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Already so eager… You really can’t get enough, can you?”

I shake my head, feeling heat rise in my cheeks. “No, Daddy I can't."

He grins, his breath warm against my skin as his hand continues to trace delicate circles, igniting every nerve. He pauses for a moment, leaning back to look at me, his eyes smoldering with intensity.

"Good," he murmurs, brushing my hair from my face. "Because I'm nowhere near finished with you."

A shiver runs through me at his words, and I bite my lip, anticipation building. His hand moves lower, pulling me closer, every gentle, deliberate touch leaving me breathless.

The world outside fades away, leaving only the two of us in this moment.