Services For Daddy

Taking It

Taking instructions like a good girl part two

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That right there was grade A man! Not some grade F bloke who got lucky enough to be a Trustfund baby. Although she could not see his face, Lynn could just feel it in her t**s that she was in the presence of a MAN.

As MAN as a MAN can get. She had not realised how infantile her desires still were until now. The fact that he was dangerous, not potentially, had her fanny tingling. Yes, she was already getting wet for the fucker before he even touches her and the last time a man had such an effect on her, she ended up batshit crazy and a little...addicted.

She could not deny that she was a sucker for the bad ones, rotten to the core, charming, devious Devils; that was one simple way to describe her taste.

She was a good girl. For such a MAN, she naturally wanted to submit.

'f**k, I can't wait to suck his cock.' Her inner slut was already speaking and she was surprised by herself.

'Shame on you Lynn. He could still end up being a hideous blobfish with a stick that looks like a naked mole rat.

Nah.

She doubted it.

This was a good one. Her vaginal intuition was never wrong.

She could feel his eyes burning holes into her now that she had her back turned to him. His cologne just filled the entire room, and that rich, powerful scent of brute masculinity he wore just made him so f*****g close. It also smelled familiar and that made it evocative, made her feel some type of... strange...

She could feel her excitement beginning to drip, but at the same time she had a case of c**k fright.

Which rarely, ra- re- ly everrr happened to her. This man just did something to her. He was the Daddy of her dreams.

Lynn bit her bottom lip as she positioned herself on the bed like she had been instructed. Now that she had that silky cloth wrapped over her eyes, she was sizzling with anticipation. The fact that she had plunged into greater mystery and could not see anything but could just await it, just flipped her switches. She was turned on- on and it was going to take a lot to put out her fires.

Her damp half- thong was going to be the first thing that welcomes him and that made her feel so naughty. With the way her butt was sticking out, positioned perfectly for him to insert his tool while having a lovely view; her skirt had dipped all to the front and left her entire ass in display. Since there was no specification for underwear, she had thought of going knicker- free but decided to wear a thong at the last moment.

It would have definitely been easier access for him, but daddies usually wanted to take off the layers themselves.

She had noticed the built- in cuffs on the headboard and wondered if he was going to use them on her. With the right man, the whole idea was f*****g hot.

She heard him get closer, even the floor appreciated how special he was. His f*****g footsteps were musical. Hellish kind of music, the kind that made her legs shake a bit and the kind that set her core ablaze. She felt the mattress slightly dip and goosebumps erupted all over her skin.

'Come on! Come on! Just f*****g touch me already.'

Oh yeah, this one was the master in this game. He knew how to tantalize her. His kind, the ones with thick pockets usually did not waste any time. It was usually take and go for them and she did not mind. He must have had the entire night, meaning there was probably no wife waiting on him back at his mansion. Well, that was not exactly 'scientifically proven'

Just as she was about to give up on expecting even a slight sensation on her skin, he suddenly groped both twin shakers( by Chevy, trademark) and an alarmed moan flew out of her. Yes. He was rough with his hands. Exactly how she had imagined him to be. That tiny sound she made was followed by a much louder one. The sound of her flesh bouncing off his palms. She had never been double spanked so hard. Her walls were throbbing.

More. More. He had to give her more. His naughty lil girl loved surprises. Daddy. The word was at the tip of her tongue. f*****g hell she wanted to meow out like a cat in heat and moan out, "daddy" , "daddy", "ohh daddy" over and over again.

It was surprising because the word used to cringe her out when past boyfriends with barely any peach fuss asked her to call them daddy; because strangely enough she would always think about her father and feel some kind of way. The business and growing up as well had made her used to saying it but she only called a man who deserved the title; daddy, not just any entitled bloke.

Great. Now she was thinking about her daddy. In the worst time ever. This client reminded her of him in a way. He was just as powerful and deadly and he carried the same dark aura of mystery and devilish charm. She realised what she was doing and immediately tossed those thoughts to the very back of her head.

Which got pulled back as well.

Her braids were being tugged on roughly and that made her yelp, which earned her another double spank. The way his palms struck her asscheeks was vicious. She felt the pain ripple through her flesh and imagined it immediately going dark pink but the same ripples also made her wet. His fingers would lightly graze her thong as he spanked her and she knew that that was very much intentional.

For every moan and sound she'll make she'll get a rewarding punishment. She was learning indeed.

She was only going to behave for a little while longer, then she was going to become a little she- devil and play a little game of provocation on him.

His large hands snuck to her front and he cupped and squeezed her t**s, letting out a barely audible groan of fascination. He was inspecting his goods and Becca just wanted to have some clothes- off fun with him already. So unexpectedly he roughly cupped her p***y and wedged a finger in her slit.

"You are all wet and ready for daddy." He spoke and for fucksake he just had to run his voice through a f*****g voice changer.

There was definitely something he was speaking through to conceal his real voice.

Fucking shame. She wanted to hear it so badly. She needed to know a bit of him so badly. She was going to have to find a way to get a look at his face. There was no other way. Otherwise she will regret not seeing it and will be haunted by the memory of it forever.