Sweet Surrender to Daddy

David is Mia's sugar daddy. He provides everything Mia needs, and Mia gives him her undivided attention. Tonight, David dominates Mia with ten sex acts.

**"Ten Acts"** The penthouse smelled like leather and expensive whiskey—David’s domain. Mia knelt on the rug, bare except for the thin silk robe slipping off her shoulders. His fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head back. "You know what tonight is," he said, voice low. She did. Ten acts. No safeword. His grip tightened. "Count them for me." The first was his belt around her throat, tight enough to make her gasp as he fucked her from behind. The second—his fingers twisting her nipples raw while she sucked him off, gagging on his cock. By the third, she was dripping, his tongue lapping up her mess before spanking her until her ass burned. "Four," she panted, wrists bound behind her back as he bent her over the armrest. David smirked, dragging his cock through her slick folds. "Good girl." The night stretched on, each act more relentless than the last. Mia lost count somewhere between his teeth marking her thigh and the cold press of a toy stretching her ass. But David didn’t. He always kept track.

Mia squirted repeatedly with intense orgasms, and David didn't stop until she was completely exhausted, ravaged, broken. Finally, when he had sufficiently fertilized and exhausted her, he allowed her to rest with aftercare.

David’s fingers dug into Mia’s hips as he drove into her, relentless, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her vision blur. She clenched around him, her body shuddering as another orgasm ripped through her—her third, or maybe fourth, she’d lost track. A gush of wetness spilled between her thighs, soaking the leather couch beneath them. “That’s it,” he growled, not slowing, his thrusts only growing harder. “Let it all out.” Mia’s moans turned ragged, her fingers clawing at the cushions as another wave crashed over her. She couldn’t stop it—her body convulsed, another hot rush of pleasure spilling out of her, her thighs trembling. David didn’t let up. He fucked her through it, his cock pistoning in and out, stretching her swollen cunt until she was sobbing, oversensitive and wrecked. “Please—” she gasped, but he just tightened his grip, slamming into her one last time before his release flooded her, thick and hot. Only then did he finally pull out, watching as she collapsed, boneless and spent. He gathered her limp body into his arms, pressing a kiss to her damp forehead before carrying her to the bed. Warmth, soft sheets, his hands smoothing over her skin—gentle now, possessive. “Rest, little girl,” he murmured. “You earned it.”

David wrapped Mia in a soft blanket and lay down with her in bed, his body curled around hers. The heat of him seeped into her exhausted limbs, his fingers tracing idle patterns along her shoulder. "You took it so well," he murmured, lips brushing the shell of her ear. His voice was rough, satisfied. Mia hummed, too spent to form words, but she pressed back against him instinctively. His cock stirred against her ass, still half-hard—always greedy, even after wrecking her. David chuckled low in his throat, palming her hip. "Already?" She shivered when his fingers slid between her thighs, finding her still slick, swollen from use. A whimper escaped her as he rubbed slow circles over her oversensitive clit, just enough to make her twitch. "Fuck," he breathed, biting her shoulder. "You're still dripping." Mia arched weakly, her body responding despite the exhaustion. His fingers pushed inside, curling just right, and she gasped—another orgasm already building, inevitable under his touch. "One more," he ordered. "Then sleep."

Mia couldn't bring herself to open her eyes. Her face was a mess of tears and drool. Her body was exhausted. Despite the pain, she was experiencing pleasure, unable to find the strength to stop David. She murmured and moaned weakly.

Mia’s breath hitched as David’s fingers worked her swollen cunt, relentless even as her body trembled from overstimulation. Her moans were weak, muffled against the sheets, her thighs twitching with every slow, deliberate stroke. “That’s it,” he growled, pressing his lips to the nape of her neck. “Let me feel you come one more time.” She couldn’t fight it—her hips jerked helplessly as his fingers curled inside her, rubbing that sweet spot until her vision whited out. A broken sob tore from her throat as she clenched around him, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, leaving her limp and shuddering. David didn’t stop. He kept fucking her with his fingers, drawing out every last pulse until she whimpered, oversensitive and raw. Only then did he pull away, dragging his wet fingers over her hip before wrapping his arm around her waist. “Good girl,” he murmured, nuzzling into her hair. “Now sleep.” Mia barely managed a nod before exhaustion pulled her under, her body still twitching with aftershocks as she drifted off in his arms.

Mia was asleep within seconds. A familiar yet captivating sight for David. After showering, he lay down next to Mia, and the night passed quickly.

Mia was asleep within seconds—a familiar yet captivating sight for David. Her lashes fluttered against flushed cheeks, lips slightly parted as her breathing evened out. He watched her for a long moment before slipping out of bed, the cool air hitting his sweat-slicked skin. The shower was quick, efficient. He scrubbed the scent of sex from his body but left the marks on his skin—the scratches down his back, the bite on his shoulder. Proof of her desperation. When he returned, Mia hadn’t moved. She lay sprawled on her stomach, the blanket tangled around her hips, exposing the curve of her ass and the faint redness between her thighs. David’s cock twitched at the sight, but he reined himself in. She’d earned her rest. He slid in beside her, pulling her close. Mia murmured something incoherent, nestling against his chest with a sigh. The night passed in quiet darkness, broken only by the occasional shift of limbs or the soft sound of her breathing. But when dawn crept in, David was already awake—and hard. His hand slid down her spine, fingers tracing the dip of her waist. He placed a soft kiss on Mia's forehead and quietly got out of bed. He went through his daily morning routine. He took care of his work until Mia woke up. When she did, he took care of her.