Chapter 4:Thank You, Daddy

The moment the front door closed behind us, Daddy’s hand wrapped around the back of my neck, fingers brushing the new leather collar hidden under my scarf.

“Living room. Now,” he ordered, voice low and commanding. “On your knees.”

My legs were shaky from the long car ride and the constant low buzz of the vibrator still buried deep inside my dripping pussy. The plug in my ass shifted with every step, making me clench around it. I could feel how soaked my thighs were.

I dropped to my knees in the middle of the luxurious living room, the soft rug cushioning me. Daddy stood in front of me, tall and imposing, slowly unbuckling his belt again.

“Take the scarf off. I want to see my collar on you.”

I obeyed, pulling the silk scarf away. The thick black leather looked obscene against my skin a clear mark of ownership.

He smiled darkly. “Beautiful. Now thank me properly for all your new toys, babygirl.”

I reached for his zipper with trembling hands, pulling his thick cock out. It was already hard, veins pulsing, the head shiny with precum.

“Use your mouth first,” he said, threading his fingers through my long hair. “Show Daddy how grateful his little sex toy is.”

I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, sucking eagerly this time. I was getting better already relaxing my throat, swirling my tongue, taking him deeper until my nose pressed against his pelvis.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, hips rocking gently. “Such a quick learner. You were made for this made to worship Daddy’s cock.”

He let me suck him for several minutes, praising me softly, before pulling out with a wet pop.

“Stand up and bend over the couch.”

I rose on shaky legs and bent over the arm of the leather sofa, ass presented to him, short dress riding up.

Daddy flipped the dress over my back and yanked my panties down. The remote controlled egg vibrator was still inside me, humming on the lowest setting. He pulled it out slowly, making me moan at the sudden emptiness.

Then he gripped the base of the plug in my ass and twisted it gently.

“Look at this pretty hole, already trained a little for me.” He spanked my ass hard, once, twice. “But right now, I want this dripping cunt.”

He lined up his thick cock and thrust into me in one powerful stroke.

I cried out, gripping the couch as he filled me completely. He was so much bigger than the toy stretching me wide, hitting deep.

He didn’t go slow this time.

His hands gripped my hips hard as he fucked me with deep, punishing strokes. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with my broken moans and his low grunts.

“Whose pussy is this?” he demanded, spanking me again.

“Yours, Daddy!” I gasped.

“Say it louder. Tell me what you are.”

“I’m Daddy’s sex toy!” I screamed as he slammed into me harder. “I’m your personal fuck toy!”

He reached around and rubbed my swollen clit in tight circles.

“You don’t come until I say,” he reminded me, voice rough. “Hold it.”

I was so close already the plug in my ass, his cock pounding my pussy, his fingers on my clit. Tears of desperation leaked from my eyes.

“Please, Daddy… I can’t… I’m going to”

He pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and whimpering.

“No!” I cried.

He flipped me onto my back on the wide couch, spread my legs wide, and sank back into me.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

I stared up at him, eyes glassy with need.

“You come when I fill you up. Understand?”

I nodded frantically.

He fucked me harder, deeper, his balls slapping against my ass. The plug made everything feel impossibly fuller.

“Come for Daddy,” he finally growled. “Now.”

The orgasm crashed over me like a wave. I screamed, body shaking, pussy clenching and milking his cock as pleasure exploded through every nerve.

Daddy groaned loudly and buried himself to the hilt, flooding me with hot, thick ropes of cum. He kept thrusting through it, pushing his seed deeper.

When he finally stilled, he stayed inside me, breathing hard.

He leaned down and kissed me slow, deep, possessive.

“Good girl,” he whispered against my lips. “My perfect little toy.”

He pulled out carefully, watching as his cum leaked from my swollen pussy. Then he pushed two fingers inside, scooping some up and bringing it to my mouth.

“Clean it. Taste how well you took Daddy.”

I sucked his fingers clean, moaning softly at the salty taste.

He smiled, satisfied.

“Tomorrow we start your rules. No panties in the house. The plug stays in until I say otherwise. You ask permission to come. And you call me Daddy every time you speak to me.”

He stroked my hair gently, almost tenderly.

“But for now… you did so well. Daddy’s proud of his toy.”

I lay there, exhausted, marked, and full of his cum, the leather collar warm around my neck.

And despite how wrong it all was… I felt safe.

I felt wanted.

I felt owned.

And I was already wondering what new toys and rules tomorrow would bring.