“Who wouldn’t? I’ve been cleaning all my life and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted to wonder how things would be if the shoe was on the other foot, but it’s not, and cleaning has got me to where I am today. I mean, I used to clean the orphanage constantly, knowing that if it was clean there was a higher percentage chance someone might adopt me, but unfortunately, no one ever did.”“You wish you had that? Someone to take care of you? A…daddy?” the word comes out before I even realize I’ve said it. Before I can do anything about it she takes the ball and runs with it.“Yes, a daddy,” she confirms, her eyes rising up off the floor and piercing right into mine. Her pupils dilate in real-time. “That’s exactly what I want.”A moment passes where both of us are still enough to be mistaken for statues ourselves.“Sorry,” she says, shaking her head first and ending our virtual stare down game of ‘chicken.’ “I’m very clumsy and I apologize for hurting your statue.”I rise from my chair a
My lips part in desire and I find my confidence, despite all the power in the room belonging to him. Lowering my voice and finding my backbone a glimpse of who I can be shoots through me, and directly out of my mouth with no filter. “Are you going to spank me, or just stand there staring at my bottom.”“Everything you are and feisty too,” he tsks. “You’ve just earned yourself another spanking.”“I keep hearing about this discipline, but I’ve yet to see it,” I torment him, pressing him to end this anticipation and show me what his hand on my ass is going to feel like…what else it’s going to wake up inside of me.“I decide when and where to discipline,” he begins. “But if you’re looking forward to seeing it, then keep your eyes glued where they are, although you might feel it before you see it.”“How is that—?” I begin, but like one of those martial arts one-inch punches I’ve seen on YouTube, his hand moves forward the final inch, slapping my ass so firmly that my hips buck into the edg
Carter:::.The next morning “You’re early,” I say from just inches behind her and she jumps so high she practically comes out of her shoes.“You scared me,” she protests, bringing her hands to her chest before crossing them and shooting me an annoyed look as she swats at the air in front of me.“Likewise,” I counter.“I find that hard to believe.”“And I find it hard to believe you showed up here at six in the morning, a full two hours before your shift was to begin, for no reason.”I’ve been up since five if you count five as the time I woke up since I never really went to sleep last night. I spent all of yesterday and into today thinking about her. Reimagining how my hand felt on her backside and how tempted I was since yesterday to take my dick out and pleasure myself until I released. But that’s the oxymoron of it all. A Phallic victory wouldn’t bring me pleasure, it would be admitting defeat…admitting she can’t be mine. And that’s not going to happen.I swore to myself I’m going
Camila:::That evening, After finding a different gear inside myself, and a newfound sense of feistiness, there’s just something about being in this house, being around him, that makes me want to break the rules.And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.After getting me acquainted with the upstairs portion of his home, Carter left for a business trip, and left only one rule…don’t enter his personal room until he gets back. Apparently there are special, very detailed and specific, cleaning rules for the room where he sleeps each night, and I need to show I can handle the guest bedrooms before I get a shot at taking the responsibility of cleaning his away from whoever does it currently. It’s strange because not even Sandy knows who cleans up there, and she’s been in the house for two decades.I tiptoe from my guest bedroom, down to his. Fortunately, as part of my new arrangement, I negotiated a room in the house for myself. I’m on probation, of course, but once that ends I can break my
I gasp at his words, his gaze making my body feel boneless as if I could just let myself collapse and he’d hold me suspended, like a hand puppet, with a single one of his oversized mitts.“And you know what happens to bad girls, don’t you?”I swallow hard. “I…um…”“Judging by your actions it seems you’ve forgotten.” He moves in closer, pinning my body to the wall. “But you’re lucky that Daddy’s here to remind you,” he groans into my neck, the tip of his nose skating along the tender part of my skin from the base of my ear down to my collarbone as he inhales the scent of my fear.And that smell alone permeates the air as it flows from each and every pour of my body.“And seeing that Daddy’s first attempt at discipline fell on deaf ears, well…Daddy’s going to make sure this time his words stick.”☆☆☆☆☆Carter::::All the blood in my body rushes straight to my cock at the sound of her tiny breath catching on those perfect little pink lips of hers. She is so small, so innocent, so scared…
There’s something about that magnetic pull she has for me, the reason I closed the deal with lightning speed and came home early, that makes me know we were meant for each other.And just like we fit perfectly in our little verbal cat and mouse game, one never backing down from the other, I know my cock is going to fit between her legs equally as right.I damn near dive onto the bed, claiming her lips with everything I’ve got as she tries to pry her body out from underneath me, but only momentarily. Seconds later and I feel her torso pressing up into mine as our bodies melt into one another, her hands trying to wrap around me, but her arms aren’t long enough for the width of my back. But her legs are, as she clamps down around my waist like a belt as my tongue pries open her lips, demanding to enter.As our kiss grows more heated my grip intensifies, before sliding down the length of her body, grabbing a hold of her waist and pulling her body somehow even tighter into mine.I want to
“To come on Daddy’s face. To fill his mouth with your juices so he can drink from your fountain of youth? So he can taste your sweet nectar, your honey, your untouched liquids, and drink them down like the youthful elixir that they are?”“Yes, Daddy,” I agree, realizing he’s better at this talking stuff than I am. I couldn’t say much even if I wanted too, my stomach tightening and I feel an intense tsunami forming that needs to unleash…soon.The room starts to spin and I lose a sense of time and place as his head shakes back and forth rapidly, his tongue polishing my clit like a windshield wiper on the high-speed setting.My hands grip his hair hard and I press my hips up into his face.“Your little pussy loves it when Daddy gives it a bath…with his tongue.”“Yes, Daddy,” I cry out. “I’m close,” I whimper, as his tongue changes direction, moving vertically through my slit, opening me before the tip dives in deep.My eyes roll back in my head.“Spread your legs wider, baby girl,” he co
“Are you serious?” she asks, her head jerking away from me.“Absolutely.”“What a jerk! I just woke up and you’re treating me like the help,” she adds, pulling herself away from me. “I thought we…connected.”I say nothing, relishing in my role as commanding Daddy and knowing that she has no idea what I have in store for her. It’s just another way of showing her that no matter how things appear, Daddy knows best. She’ll see soon enough, and when she does, she’ll come to heel for me and stop all the bratty testing…not that I’m against dishing out a good spanking from time to time.I lie back in the bed like an asshole, putting my hands behind my head and give her a look as if to say, “the bathroom’s not going to clean itself.”She shoots daggers at me with her eyes before she huffs and puffs off and moves toward the bathroom.As soon as she opens the door and steps inside I quietly slide out of bed and move as quietly as a six and a half foot man packing nearly two hundred and twenty-fi