Fulfilling His Daddy Fantasies

I met Mark on the off chance, after spending a whirlwind weekend of sightseeing, eating and talking about our lives, we got round to the topic of what we were looking for in a partner. Apart from the obvious kindness, honesty and respect we talked about if we had fantasies. I have always had the kink of daddy daughter or momma son. I also liked the idea of BDSM. A good slap never hurt anyone. Restraints are also on my list.

I met Mark on a rain-soaked Saturday in Paris. The city was a blur of lights and colors, but all I could focus on was his laugh, deep and infectious, as we dashed from one landmark to another. We talked non-stop, our conversation flowing like the wine we’d shared over dinner. By the time we’d returned to my hotel, we’d bared our souls—our hopes, fears, and hidden desires. "You know, I've always had this fantasy," I confessed, pouring us another glass. "Daddy daughter roleplay. It's always turned me on." Mark's eyes widened, but he didn’t shy away. "I've thought about that too. And BDSM. The power dynamic, the restraints... it's a rush." I felt a shiver run down my spine. "I've always been curious about that too. A good slap, some restraints... I think it could be hot." Mark leaned in, his voice dropping to a low growl. "I'd love to explore that with you. To tie you up, to spank you until your ass is red and you're begging for more. To make you call me Daddy." I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. "And what if I want to be the one in control? To tie you up, to make you mine?" Mark's smile was wicked. "Then we'll take turns. Tonight, I'll be your Daddy. But tomorrow...well, tomorrow is a new day. And I'm willing to try anything once. Especially with you."

Mark was confident and took the daddy control beautifully. Me linny behaved like the obedient daughter Then she answered back , daddies tone changed

Mark's hands were firm yet gentle as he guided me to the bed, his voice steady and commanding. "Good girl," he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Now, let's get you ready." I nodded, my breath hitching as he began to undress me, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He took his time, savoring each moment, making me feel cherished and desired all at once. Once I was naked, he stepped back, his eyes roaming over my body. "You're fucking perfect," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Now, get on the bed. On your hands and knees." I complied, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel the wetness between my thighs, my body already aching for his touch. He joined me on the bed, his large frame towering over mine. I could feel his breath on my neck, his scent enveloping me. His hand came down hard on my ass, the sound echoing in the room. I yelped, more from surprise than pain. "Daddy," I gasped, looking back at him. His expression darkened, his eyes narrowing. "What did you say?" His voice was a low growl, a stark contrast to the tenderness from before. The shift in his demeanor sent a thrill down my spine. "I... I'm sorry, Daddy," I stammered, lowering my gaze. His hand caressed my stinging flesh, his touch soothing yet possessive. "Better," he rumbled, his hand tracing the curve of my ass. "Now, let's see how wet you are for me." His fingers slipped between my folds, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he found me dripping. "Fuck, you're soaked," he muttered, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles around my clit. I moaned, my body pushing back against his hand, seeking more friction. But he pulled away, leaving me panting and needy. "Not yet, little one," he teased, his voice laced with amusement. "We're just getting started." I whimpered, my body trembling with anticipation. His voice and expression were in a state of renewed resolve. I could tell this was about to get really fucking good, and when Mark's lips met my ear, I didn't think I could handle the stimulation, but the heat in my core begged to differ. "What a good girl you are. It looks like you're going to need a bit of training, though." He grabbed my wrist and pulled it behind me, and I knew exactly what he meant. My heart pounded with each beat, and as my pussy gushed in anticipation, he held my gaze for a long moment. His expression was hard and unyielding. I was his, and Daddy was going to make sure I understood that tonight.

Mark's eyes gleamed with a mix of dominance and desire as he reached for the silk rope he'd brought. He wrapped it around my wrist, tugging it tight enough to secure me but not enough to cause real pain. He repeated the process with my other wrist, binding them together behind my back. I tested the ropes, the restriction sending a pulse of excitement straight to my core. "This is just the beginning," Mark murmured, his voice a low rumble. He shifted behind me, his body pressing against mine, his cock hard and insistent against my ass. He reached around, his fingers finding my clit again, teasing it with expert precision. I moaned, the sound muffled against the pillow. His free hand gripped my hip, holding me in place as he ground against me. But when I tried to push back against him, I couldn’t. I was at his mercy and he knew it. He chuckled, a dark sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Where do you think you're going?" he teased, his fingers leaving my clit to trail down to my entrance. He circled it, his touch light, almost teasing. I whimpered, trying to press back against him, but he held me firmly in place. "Patience, little one," he growled. "We'll get there. But first, you need to learn to take what I give you." He shifted again, his body moving away from mine. I felt a moment of panic at the loss of his touch, but it was short-lived. His hand came down hard on my ass, the smack echoing in the room. I yelped, the sting radiating through my flesh, but it was quickly replaced by a warmth that spread through my body. He spanked me again, and again, each blow harder than the last. I gasped, my body pushing back against his hand, seeking more. "Daddy," I moaned, the word falling from my lips without thought. Mark's hand paused, his breath ragged. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. "But don't think you're in control here. You're mine tonight. And I'm going to use you however I want." I felt the bed shift as he moved again. And when the next words came, it was clearer what we were about to do. I knew I was in for a night to remember.

It continued well into the early hours. His mouth hit on my wet streaming cunt. Our bodies full of lust and desire After what seems hours daddy took me in his arms told me I was such a good girl. His final act on my body was to take me gently and lovingly

His mouth found my soaked folds, his tongue lapping at my entrance. There was a hunger in him now, an urgency that hadn't been there before. He feasted on me, his tongue delving deep, tasting every inch of my pussy. I moaned, the sound raw and primal, my body writhing against the ropes that bound me. He groaned into my flesh, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through my core. Mark's hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he devoured me, his tongue flicking over my clit. I cried out, my body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over me. He didn't let up, his mouth relentless, pushing me higher and higher. My orgasm hit me like a freight train, my body convulsing as I came undone beneath him. He lapped at me, drawing out every last wave of pleasure, his growls of satisfaction vibrating against my sensitive flesh. As the early hours gave way to dawn, Mark's body covered mine. I felt his weight, his heat, his hard cock pressed against my ass. He untied my wrists, massaging the circulation back into them. His touch was gentle now, his voice soft as he whispered praise in my ear. "Such a good girl," he murmured, his lips brushing against my shoulder. "You took everything I gave you. You're mine, aren't you?" I nodded, my voice hoarse from screaming his name. "Yes, Daddy. I'm yours." He rolled me onto my back, his eyes locked onto mine. The intensity in his gaze was overwhelming, but I couldn't look away. His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing against my skin. "I'm going to take you now, little one. Gently. Lovingly. Because you're mine, and I cherish you." He guided himself to my entrance, pushing in slowly. I gasped, my body stretching to accommodate him. It was a slow, deliberate invasion, his eyes never leaving mine. He filled me completely, his hips pressing against my thighs. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper, wanting every inch of him inside me. He began to move, his thrusts slow and measured, his body rocking against mine. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through my body, building higher and higher with each steady stroke.

His thrusts grew deeper, more insistent, as if he couldn’t get deep enough. I moaned, my body arching to meet his, my nipples brushing against his chest. He leaned down, capturing one in his mouth, sucking hard. I cried out, the sensation shooting straight to my core. His teeth grazed the sensitive peak, a sharp contrast to the soft wetness of his tongue. He released it with a pop, his eyes dark with lust. "Turn over," he commanded, his voice rough. I complied, rolling onto my stomach. He grabbed my hips, pulling me to my knees. His cock pressed against my entrance, and he slid in easily, my body slick and ready. He gripped my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my flesh as he began to pound into me. Each thrust was harder, deeper, his body slapping against mine. I pushed back against him, matching his rhythm, my moans filling the room. Suddenly, he stopped, his cock pulsing inside me. "Stay," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. He moved away, and I heard the distinct sound of a drawer opening and closing. When he returned, his hand came down hard on my ass, the sting immediate and sharp. I gasped, but before I could process the sensation, a cool liquid dripped onto my skin. His fingers massaged it in, the friction sending waves of pleasure through my body. I realized it was lube, the slickness allowing his fingers to glide over my sensitive flesh. His fingers found my other hole, circling the tight entrance before pressing in gently. I tensed, the invasion foreign and intense. "Relax, little one," he murmured, his voice soothing. "Let me in." I took a deep breath, forcing my body to relax. His finger slid in easily, the sensation strange but pleasurable. He added more lube, his finger moving in and out of me in time with his cock thrusting into my pussy. The dual sensations were overwhelming, my body on fire with need. "Daddy," I moaned, my voice breathless. "Please." He chuckled, a dark sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Please what, little one?" he teased, his fingers and cock moving faster, harder. "What do you need?" My body writhed, my mind a haze of lust and desire. "More," I gasped. "I need more." His cock and finger withdrew, and I whimpered at the loss. But before I could protest, he was back, his cock pressed against my other entrance. He pushed in slowly, his body trembling with restraint. I gasped, the sensation of fullness intense, almost too much. But he gave me no time to adjust, his hips beginning to move, his cock sliding in and out of me with slow, deliberate thrusts. His hand reached around, his fingers finding my clit. He rubbed it in time with his thrusts, the sensations building higher and higher. My body tensed, my orgasm building with each stroke. "Come for me, little one," he growled, his voice rough with need. "Come for Daddy." And I did, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over me. He groaned, his body tensing as he found his own release, his cock pulsing inside me. We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.

I drifted in and out of consciousness, my body still humming from the day's intense pleasures. Mark's arm was draped over me, his breath slow and even against my neck. I could feel his heart beating steadily, a soothing rhythm that matched my own. Was this love or desire? The question echoed in my mind, but I pushed it away, not ready to analyze the emotions swirling within me. I shifted slightly, his arm tightening around me. He murmured something incoherent, his lips brushing against my skin. I smiled, my eyes fluttering closed. His touch was gentle now, a stark contrast to the roughness from earlier. But I knew that roughness, craved it even. I wanted both sides of him, the tender and the dominant. I wanted it all. His hand moved down my side, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin. I shivered, goosebumps rising in their wake. He chuckled softly, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "Cold, little one?" he asked, his fingers continuing their exploration. "No," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "Just sensitive." He hummed, his hand moving to my hip, squeezing gently. "Good," he murmured. "You should be. You're mine, after all." I swallowed hard, my body responding to his touch, his words. I was his, completely and utterly. I didn't know if it was love or desire, but I knew I never wanted it to end. I wanted more of his touch, his commands, his love. I wanted to be his good girl, his little one. His hand wandered lower, his fingers brushing against my thigh. I parted my legs slightly, an invitation. He took it, his fingers finding my entrance, already wet and ready. He slid in easily, his finger moving in and out of me slowly. I moaned softly, my body arching into his touch. "You're always so ready for me," he murmured, his voice appreciative. "Such a good girl." I whimpered, my body moving with his finger, chasing my release. He added another finger, stretching me, preparing me. I gasped, the sensation intense, almost too much. But I wanted more. I always wanted more with him. But he stopped before I could reach my peak, his fingers withdrawing. I whimpered in protest, but he silenced me with a kiss, his lips claiming mine. He rolled me onto my back, his body covering mine. His cock pressed against my entrance, and he slid in easily, my body welcoming him. He began to move, his thrusts slow and steady, building my pleasure slowly. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper, wanting every inch of him inside me. His mouth found my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. I gasped, the sensation shooting straight to my core. His thrusts grew harder, faster, his body slamming into mine. I met his thrusts, my body arching to meet his. Our breaths mingled, our bodies moving in sync, our pleasure building higher and higher. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing, ready to explode. But he stopped, his cock pulsing inside me. "Stay," he ordered, his voice rough. I complied, my body trembling with need. He moved away, and I heard the distinct sound of a drawer opening and closing. When he returned, his hands were full. He showed me the items. "Are your feet sore?" He asked. I shook my head no. "Do you trust me?" He asked "I do," I replied.

His eyes gleamed with a mix of lust and mischief as he held up a pair of soft, black velvet cuffs. "Good," he murmured, "because I have plans for you." He fastened one cuff around my wrist, the velvet soft against my skin, the metal cold. He repeated the action with the other wrist, then attached them to the headboard with a smooth, practiced motion. I tugged lightly, testing the restraints, a thrill running through me at the realization that I was truly at his mercy. Mark's gaze roamed over my body, his eyes lingering on my breasts, my hips, and finally, my spread legs. He ran a hand up my inner thigh, his touch light, teasing. "You're so wet for me," he observed, his fingers brushing against my entrance. I gasped, my hips jerking slightly, eager for more contact. But he denied me, moving his hand away and retrieving a silk scarf from the drawer. He folded it and placed it gently over my eyes, tying it at the back of my head. The world went dark, my other senses heightening. I heard the rustle of fabric, the soft click of a bottle opening, and then the cool drizzle of lube against my skin. His fingers returned, slick and warm, tracing circles around my clit. I moaned, my body arching, seeking more pressure. He chuckled, a low, dark sound. "Patience, little one," he teased, his fingers continuing their torturously slow circles. I whimpered, my body squirming, but the cuffs held me in place. I was completely at his mercy, and the realization sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through me. He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "I'm going to make you come," he whispered, his voice a low growl. "And then I'm going to make you come again. And again. Until you're a trembling, begging mess for me. Understand?" I nodded, my breath hitching as his fingers finally applied the pressure I craved. A moan tore from my throat, my body writhing as he expertly brought me to the edge of my orgasm. I was at the edge of his dangerous cliff. I wanted to jump, to throw myself off and into sheer animalistic pleasure. He pulled away, leaving me panting and desperate. "Mark," I whispered, my voice a plea. He laughed softly, his fingers resuming their torment. I was his to play with, his to tease, his to push to the brink of madness. And I fucking loved it.