Chapter 16
Sixteen
Briana
When his hand comes over my mouth, I’m only startled for half a second, and then I’m so fucking elated that I want to giggle.
It’s been three days. I’m out of my mind from missing someone I never really had in the first place.
Our relationship is so odd. On the one hand, it’s all-consuming and solid as a rock.
On the other hand, he could disappear, never speak to me again, and I would eventually come to believe he was an apparition.
But not until I suffered a total mental breakdown.
Because that’s how addicted I am to Daddy.
I want to wrap my arms around him. I want to feel his weight against my body. I want him to give me more. Something. Anything.
But as usual, my arms are pinned at my sides. He’s sitting next to one, and he moves his other hand from my mouth to my wrist to keep me immobile.
“I missed you,” I whisper, grinning.
“I missed you, too, princess. Don’t move an inch, understand, pretty girl?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I know I earn more brownie points with him when I call him Daddy, especially if I do it in my sweetest voice.
He rises and pulls the covers down. I’m naked because those were his instructions.
I stay very still, feeling his gaze on my body. Time ticks by. He doesn’t move. I can’t even hear him breathing.
Finally, in a growl, he says, “Bend your knees and spread your legs open, princess.”
I do as I’m told. There are no other options. I’m like a trained dog. I obey blindly in hopes that some of the time I will be given a treat. I really hope tonight is one of those times.
I’ve had one orgasm. One. He gave it to me. Since then, he has repeatedly reiterated that I’m not permitted to touch my pussy beyond wiping when I use the toilet.
That action itself leaves me a bit horny because for the past few days I’ve sent him a picture of my naked pussy every time I went to the bathroom.
“Can you seal your lips and not make a sound, or do I need to use the ball gag?”
“I won’t make a peep, Daddy.” I purse my lips that very second.
“It’s your choice. If you so much as whimper, I will punish you.”
I nod. I’ll control myself. I have to. I want him to be proud of me.
He moves. I hear him shuffling around, and then his palms are on my knees, pressing them wider. He’s leaning over the foot of my bed between my legs. I think he’s going to put his mouth on my pussy. I hope so.
But that’s not what happens. Instead, his lips land on my inner thigh, an inch from my pussy. And he sucks.
Instinctively, I try to jerk my leg out of his grip, but there’s no stopping him. He’s so much stronger than I am.
Fuck. It hurts. He’s sucking so hard. Marking me. I realize now. The mark on my breast has faded, but it’s not gone. He warned me he would never let me go unmarked, but I wasn’t expecting him to suck my inner thigh.
He sucks and sucks. So hard. So long. It’s painful. By the time he stops, tears are running down my temples from the discomfort and from keeping my lips pressed together.
“Such a good girl.” He climbs over me, hovering. I’m aware of his hands landing on either side of my head. “You were my very brave girl.”
I sniffle. I don’t feel brave. I’m frustrated. He left me for three days, and the first thing he does is give me the queen of all hickeys?
My lips are quivering as I try not to sob out loud.
“Shhh. You’re okay, princess. You know I had to mark you. Hard rule. You will never go without my mark on you.”
I nod, trying to swallow back the sniffles.
“Tell Daddy you understand.”
Eventually, I part my lips. “I understand, Daddy.”
“I’d like to suck your pussy now. How does that sound?”
I nod faster. “Please, Daddy.”
“Please, what, pretty girl?”
I swallow. My face heats. Can’t he just do it without me asking?
“Use your words, Briana,” he demands. “Tell Daddy exactly what you want, and I’ll do it.”
“Can I take off my blindfold?”
Suddenly, his fingers are on my nipple. He pinches it hard and twists.
I almost scream. All the air leaves my lungs at the unexpected punishment. And he’s still holding my nipple, pulling on it.
More tears well up. Why did I have to say something so stupid?
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whimper.
He lets go.
I blow out a breath, shaken to the core.
“Do not ask Daddy that again. Never. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.” My voice wobbles. Never? Does he mean he never intends to let me see him? Or that I’m not permitted to ask?
“You do not want to anger me, Briana. I’ll give you another chance. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you with my mouth, and I’ll grant you that wish.”
I lick my lips, still reeling from my punishment. My nipple is throbbing painfully. It matches the deep ache in my inner thigh. That bruise is going to be dark. I suspect it will last over a week.
“Please, Daddy. Please kiss my pussy.” That word does not flow easily from my lips. It’s crude, and I like hearing him say it, but I’m not used to saying it myself.
“Just a little kiss?” he teases. “I think you can do better than that. Let me tell you something first. I will not tolerate you cussing under normal circumstances. You’re too pretty to utter naughty words.
Do not let them slip from your lips. But when I’m about to fuck your pretty cunt with my mouth, and I ask you to describe it, then you’re allowed to use dirty words. ”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Want to try again? Or would you like me to place a chaste kiss on your pussy and cover you back up?”
“No, Daddy. I’ll try again.” I take a deep breath. I’m only going to get one chance, so I’d better make this good. “Please suck my pussy. Please lick my clit. And please thrust your tongue into my, my, my cunt until I come.”
“Good girl. I know that was hard. I appreciate how brave you were. Bring your hands to your breasts, princess. I want you to pinch those precious little nipples while I eat your pussy.”
I don’t hesitate, even though this is monstrously awkward for me. I’ve never done anything like this. The last time he let me come, I had panties and a tank top on.
The next thing I know, his mouth is on my pussy. And, oh God. Ohgodohgod. It feels so good. I’m flying already. I’m not sure my body is still on the bed, except for the fact that he’s holding my thighs.
Molding my palms around my breasts, I grip both nipples and pinch them. It hurts, but I like it. It’s a good pain. It matches the way Daddy has a hold of my clit, sucking it hard and nibbling on it.
Desire like I’ve never felt in my life rolls through me, driving me to new heights. I remember to press my lips together. There’s a slight hum coming from me, but it’s muted.
Daddy is relentless. He torments my clit until I think I might die if he doesn’t let me come, but the moment I get close to orgasm, he releases it and switches his attention to my channel.
His tongue thrusts in and out. My eyes roll back.
I wonder what it will feel like when he puts his cock inside me. When will he do that?
When Daddy slides his hands down my thighs, closer to my core, his thumbs find my clit.
The moment he holds it captive, his tongue still working magic inside me, I come.
I release one breast to clamp my own hand over my mouth to avoid crying out.
It’s unnatural. My instinct is to scream.
But I can’t do that. My roommates would hear me.
My breathing is erratic, and it takes me a while to get enough oxygen through my nose while my whole body continues to pulse.
Not for the first time, I thank the heavens that I happened to choose the bedroom that’s tucked behind the kitchen, so I have no shared walls with my housemates. It’s probably served me well on many occasions since I’m often in here silently crying.
I’ve pulled away from my roommates. I rarely interact with them.
I can’t. How could I possibly hang out with them and maintain the giant lie.
So, I beg out of everything and spend a lot of time in my room, telling them I need to study.
They think I’m extremely studious, and they’re right.
It might not have been my intention to work quite this hard in school, but Daddy insists.
Tonight, they are out. Once again, I’ve stayed home. Daddy would never permit me to go out with them anyway, but I have no interest. I live to wait for my stalker to come to me.
Daddy plants a reverent kiss on my naked pussy before lifting his head. “You’re stunning when you orgasm, princess. It takes my breath away. I’ll never tire of watching you, and eating you is a delicacy.”
I blush. I want him to kiss my mouth. He still hasn’t done that. But I don’t ask. He hates it when I ask for things. I’m only permitted to take what he offers.
Begging is for greedy girls who aren’t appreciative of what they have.
He kisses my tummy and both nipples. I’ll have to be satisfied with that. “I need to go soon, princess. I’m not sure when I’ll be able to come back.”
My breath hitches, and I can’t keep from whining, “Daddy…” I don’t care what the punishment is. I want him to stay, even if that means spanking me until I cry. It’s better than him leaving me.
“Briana,” he warns.
“I’m lonely when you’re not here.”
“I know, princess. It’s not forever, but you have to be patient.”
I sniffle. “Okay.”
“I left clothes out for you and instructions for breakfast. Make sure you turn in your assignments. Are you ready for your math quiz?”
I nod. “Yes, Daddy. Thank you for helping me. I know this topic so well.”
“Good girl. Text me afterward and let me know how it goes.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then you’re going to the library to work on your English paper, right?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I want it done and emailed to me before dinner, understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I love this banter. I feel cherished when he’s here at night to make all his demands in person. It’s much better than texting or a phone call.