Daddy's Little Slut

The secret heat

Iris groaned as she walked into her apartment, utterly exhausted from the long, draining day. She made her way to the kitchen, dragging her feet, and opened the fridge to grab something quick to eat. It had been a rough one—dealing with bratty girls all day was certainly not why she had entered college. She muttered to herself as she threw her meal into the microwave, leaning against the counter for a moment before heading to her bedroom.

“Today drained me,” she muttered under her breath, slamming her bedroom door shut. She peeled off her clothes and stepped into the shower, hoping the hot water would wash away her stress. Afterward, she wrapped herself in a robe, feeling slightly better but still tired. She collapsed onto her bed with a heavy sigh, letting the softness of the mattress cradle her. Her thoughts, however, immediately betrayed her as they drifted to the one person she couldn’t seem to get out of her head.

"Why can't I get you out of my mind?" she whispered to herself, running a hand through her damp hair.

"Maybe because you don’t want to," a voice responded from the foot of her bed.

Iris gasped, her eyes snapping open as she saw him—Devin, standing there with that cocky smile, looking far too real for comfort. He filled the room like he belonged there, his presence almost overwhelming. She sat up abruptly, clutching the edge of her robe, her heart racing.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice a mix of surprise and irritation.

"You were thinking about me," he said smoothly, stepping closer. "So I came."

"Well, you need to leave," Iris shot back, trying to maintain her composure, but the sight of him, standing there so confidently, made her stomach twist in a way she didn’t want to admit.

Devin smirked, his eyes darkening as he took in her appearance. "But I like it here, especially with you in nothing but a robe. Lying there, thinking about me… I bet they’re dirty thoughts, aren’t they?"

"You know nothing about me," she retorted, lifting her chin in defiance, hating how easily he saw through her.

"Maybe not," Devin shrugged, "but I do know that ever since that night… the night I pinned you against that door… you haven’t stopped thinking about me."

Iris’ cheeks flushed, her body betraying her with the memory of that night. But she wasn’t about to let him win. "That’s not true," she lied, hoping her voice didn’t crack.

He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. "Then why are you wet?"

Her breath caught in her throat. Embarrassed and angry, she shot back, "I said I’m not!" But her protest sounded weak, even to her own ears.

"Touch yourself," Devin’s command was firm, his eyes locked on hers.

"What?" she blinked, her body suddenly tense.

"You heard me," he said, his tone unwavering. "Touch yourself."

"This is insane," she muttered, shaking her head, but before she could fully process what was happening, her hand moved of its own accord, slipping under the robe. She was horrified at how easily she obeyed him, but there was something magnetic, something undeniable, about the way he looked at her.

"Now do it," Devin urged, his voice becoming a whisper that sent shivers down her spine.

Iris hesitated only for a moment before she reached for the covers, pulling them away from her body. She spread her legs slightly, hating how exposed she felt but unable to stop herself from following his command.

"So, what now?" she asked, her voice breathless, her heart pounding.

"Rub that clit for me," he instructed, his voice steady, "and tell me how much you miss me."

Iris groaned softly, her hand moving between her legs. She began rubbing slow circles over her clit, biting her lip as a flood of pleasure coursed through her. "I miss having you inside me," she admitted, her voice shaking. "I’ve thought about you… a lot."

"Tell me what you were thinking about," Devin coaxed, his gaze burning into her.

"I want you to take me," she confessed, her breath hitching. "Hard and rough. I want to feel you splitting me apart with pleasure. Your hand on my throat… your lips close to my ear, whispering all those filthy things."

Devin’s smile deepened. "I want to be inside you too," he said, his voice like molten lava. "I want to feel you dripping on my c**k, falling apart beneath me."

"Sweet Jesus," Iris gasped, her legs shaking as she rubbed herself faster.

"Not Jesus," Devin corrected, his voice full of satisfaction. "Me. I’m the one doing this to you."

"Yes," Iris panted. "Yes, you are."

"How many times have you touched yourself thinking about me?" he asked, his voice now a growl.

"More than I can count," she moaned, her hips bucking against her hand.

"I love the sound of that," he murmured. "Now I want to make you come on my tongue."

"Yes, please," she whimpered, teetering on the edge of her orgasm.

"Have you been a good girl for me?" he asked, his words almost taunting.

"Yes, Daddy," Iris breathed, completely lost in her own fantasy. "I’ve been so good."

"Say my name," he commanded, and she could feel the heat of his presence, even if it was just in her mind.

"Devin!" she cried out, her body quivering as her pleasure built to its peak.

In her fantasy, Devin climbed onto the bed, pulling her to the edge and burying his head between her thighs. She moaned loudly as his imaginary tongue stroked her clit, his fingers teasing her, pushing her closer to the release she so desperately craved.

"Yes, just like that," she gasped.

"Stay still," his voice warned, "or I’ll stop."

Iris whimpered, doing her best not to move, not wanting him to stop, not wanting the pleasure to end. He was relentless, licking and teasing, pushing her higher and higher until his name was the only thing she could say. The orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, leaving her trembling and breathless. She rode it out, her body shaking with each wave of pleasure until finally, she collapsed onto the bed, spent.

When she opened her eyes, the room was empty. He was gone.

She lay there, breathing heavily, staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of what had just happened. It had felt so real, so intense… but it was all in her head.