The Gift (Part 2)

CONTENT NOTE: Erotic fiction. The following pet names are used by consenting adults in a BDSM scene. Image credit – Pachu M Torres.

‘Suck.’

I take him into my mouth, sucking greedily, savouring his taste on my tongue. Sir groans, sliding his hands into my hair, thrusting gentle.

‘Oh, good fucking girl…’

Daddy slides his hand between my legs, his fingers between my lips reaching my clit. A deep moan vibrates in my throat and I take Sir deeper, sliding my tongue along the veined, hardened flesh. Daddy’s so good at massaging my clit. He knows exactly what he’s doing and how to make me go from brat to a begging mess in no time.

I feel Daddy’s head rested against my entrance, sliding it through my lips before sinking deep inside me. I groan, greedily sucking Sir’s cock while Daddy lets out a hushed, breathless moan.

‘Oh, fuck…’ he whispers, taking my hips. ‘Fuck, you feel so good…’

He likes fucking me slowly, taking his time to feel every part of me and for me to feel every inch, stretching me, stroking over my g-spot. His hands clasp around my hips, pulling me deeper with every delicious thrust, all the while Sir takes fistfuls of my hair, pulling me deeper on to his cock.

‘That’s it, baby…You can do it…’

The head reaches the back of my throat and my wrists circle under their restraints. I’m starting to gag, but I want to take him deeper, so I let him. Under closed eyes, my nose touches his body, my eyes watering and I cough, when he finally releases me. Coughing, cold air fills my lungs.

‘Good girl…’ Sir takes a napkin and wipes my mouth and eyes. ‘I’m so proud of you for doing that.’

Daddy spanks my ass.

‘I told you she was good with her mouth,’ he laughs, rewarding me with a quick, deep thrust. I gasp.

‘Again, babygirl?’ he growls.

‘Please, Daddy…’

He does, taking me harder, Sir planting gentle kisses on my lips. His blue eyes pierce mine, my own eyes pleading with him for more. He bites my bottom lip.

‘You’re so cute when you look at me like that…’

Stroking a loose strand of hair behind my ear, he runs his tongue up my neck to the sweet spot behind my ear. Daddy’s lost in his pleasure, his hands sliding over my back, hips stiffening as he holds back from going faster. He loves going slow, at least at first. He wants to make it last. Fingers reaching into my hair, he pulls my head back, while Sir’s hands trail down to my breasts, massaging and squeezing them in his hands. Daddy’s hips stiffen.

‘Baby…’ he breathes. ‘I need to go faster… You want me to go faster?’

His cock slides against my g-spot and I grind harder against him. Sir circles his hand against my cheek, before delivering a soft smack.

‘Answer him, baby…Impolite girls don’t get anything, remember?’

A hard spank lands on my behind.

‘He’s right, babygirl…’ Daddy growls, ‘Say please…’

My knuckles are turning white. I so badly want to be free of these restraints but at the same, want them tighter. Strap me down, gag me, blindfold me and use me until I don’t know my own name. My lips quiver.

‘Please…’ I squeak.

Daddy chuckles.

‘Well, seeing as you asked so nicely…’

Hands tightening around my hips, he really starts to move. His pace is hard, unrelenting and unforgiving. Pure, primal need taking me for everything he can. He pushes me down, Sir placing a pillow under my head so I’m comfortable while he watches, stroking my hair and reminding me what a good little slut I am for taking his friend’s cock so well. Words guide me through the blissful haze I float into, squeezing, contracting around Daddy, his grunting a melody to my submissive ear. It’s then I feel Sir’s cock slide past my lips into my mouth again. I hum contented against the pillow.

Sir thrusts harder, fucking my mouth as my mind floats in haze of hushed moans, growls, groans and such filthy words echoing in my ears I blush scarlet. 

Daddy’s fingers dig into my hips, his groans heavenly as he starts to get close, thrusting fast and shallow, just the tip, driving me to the brink. My whimpers muffled by Sir’s cock, Sir’s hand tightens in my hair. 

‘Are you close, babygirl?’ Daddy asks, spanking my ass so hard I’m sure I’ll see a handprint later. I nod. 

‘I bet you are, you dirty fucking whore…’ 

Wet thrusts permeate the air and Sir releases his cock from my mouth with a loud pop. Cold air fills my lungs again, and once again, I cough while he wipes my mouth with a handkerchief. Reaching down between my legs, Sir swirls his fingers around my clit, moving faster and faster until my forehead presses against the pillow, hands holding on to the side of the table under my restraints as Daddy really starts to move. 

All the while, Sir’s words guide me, Daddy’s words guide me as I rock my hips with his fingers and his cock. 

You gonna come for us? Yeah, that’s it, baby…You’re such a good fucking slut for us, aren’t you? Come for us…

Daddy’s hands scratch down my back, my toes curling, squeezing around him, as I come, Sir covering my mouth to muffle my cries. 

‘Good girl…’ he growls, kissing the sweet spot behind my ear.

Daddy’s hips stiffen, his moans growing louder, more desperate, on the precipice. 

‘Oh, fuck! Fuck, I’m gonna come…I’m gonna -‘ 

His climax roars, grating in his chest, painting the walls as he releases into me. Aftershocks shake my body so hard Sir has to hold me in place, kissing my cheeks as he does. 

‘Good girl,’ he murmurs. ‘Did you enjoy your reward?’ 

FIN

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