I love you so much. I've never felt this for anyone or anything else before. It's not only love, but also a feeling I can't describe, but it's beautiful. It's so much better to love you and then have to miss you painfully much, than to not have any thought of you. I'm so grateful for your existence. I'm so blessed to know about you, to listen to you and watch you, and I'm so blessed to be so deeply in love with you. Everything about you is so right for me. You feel more at home for me than anything or anywhere else. Your voice and your appearance and just the thought of you are so comforting to me. I feel like I belong with you. I've grown to love you more and more, and realized I dont actually care about earthly things anymore. I just want to be with you.
He's now full of food and has gotten warm clothes and food supply with him, and is now at your door to leave.
"Goodbye" he says, "and thank you for everything you've given me. I dont want to bother you anymore". You feel sorry for him again. You've quickly grown fond of him, even though you met him earlier today. "You're not a bother. I'm glad we met"
He gives you a weak smile in return and leaves, walking down your path and taking a jump over the brook, then disappears behind the leaves. You keep watching from the door even after he's out of your sight, hoping he will return. But then you close the door. Feeling weirdly miserable now that he's left, you walk up the long spiral staircase to your bedroom in the top of the tower. You enter the large bedroom, and take a seat at your balcony, gazing at the landscape. You feel more bored now that you've experienced something different and interesting, but have to go back to your normal life. Days pass, and you don't see him. But you're not going looking for him. You keep doing your normal activities; reading, riding, and daydreaming. But you don't stop thinking about him, wondering how he's doing. You've never felt this much interest for somebody before. You keep coming back to the memory of that day, the sight of him, and his pleasant voice. "Maybe I could go for a visit..? There is nothing stopping me" -except from your unsureness. What if he doesn't want to meet you? What if he thinks you're full of yourself, and brought him to your home to show him how rich you are? But you know that's not true. Now after two weeks, you are restless. You decide to see if you can find him, and bring something for him. You take a basket and pack it with fresh bread, meat, onions, and potatoes. Then you go out, and into the forest, trying to remember the way to his house. You're feeling nervous, even though you know theres no reason to. You look around to see if you can spot that small hill where he lives. Soon you see it, and nervously walk up to meet him. He's not to be seen outdoors. You knock on the door to the house you saw him come out from earlier that time. But no answer. You knock on the doors to the few other houses, but no answer. But now that you've come this far and taken the courage to meet him, you won't give up. You start looking for him in the surroundings, and walk away from the houses, paying attention to every sound that might be him. You start to hear a faint ongoing noise, and you follow that sound.
You come to a steep hill, and when you look down, you see a waterfall, which was making the noice. It's a beautiful scenery. The sunshine illuminates the drops that's parted from the flow, giving them the appearance of tiny bright stars falling. The plants nearby are all wet, reminding of a rainforest. Then you see something light moving behind the falling water. You watch the movements, then the figure comes out of the water, into sight. It's him, Elvis. You feel a rush of love when you see his bareness. You admire his body as he washes himself; his broad shoulders, back muscles, soft chest hair, strong legs, round and firm bottom, and appeling average sized manhood. You sit down, far enough away to be hidden for him, and observe him. He picks up several handfulls of water, and washes his body with it. You've never felt this much love before. You're *in* love, already. As your gaze is locked on him, you start to imagine what it would be like if you went to him...if you could touch him.. or join him...
He is so beautiful. You admire him in a pure way, genuinely thinking he's beautiful to look at.
Now he's walking back to dry land, in your direction, and he spots you sitting on top of the hill, having hided, but now having forgot it due to you getting lost in admiration. He quickly covers his crotch with his hands, and as he does, you understand he's caught you. You blush deeply, feeling ashamed and kinda mean for watching him like this. But you don't want to run away, so you'll feel too ashamed to ever meet him again. You smile to him gently from up the hill, and start walking down to him. As you approach, he quickly grabs his clothes and covers his pelvis in no time. You come close to him and say in a weak voice: "I'm so sorry for watching, but you're so beautiful". His expression softens "thank you...but it's not okay to watch like that".
You feel even more shame "I know... but...I think I am in love. I know this is very early..." your face feels like its burning. "Dont worry", he says. "I can't be mad at you, becuase you've helped me" Then you remember the reason you searched for him in the first place. "I came here to give you more food. It's up the hill". "Oh...thank you" He quickly puts on the rest of his clothes, then walks with you back up the hill. The embarrassment and shame linger in you both, especially when there are no words being exchanged to supress the awkwardness. You lift the food basket from it's place and give it to him. He feels very grateful that you give him so much, but also a little bad for living off your food. But he doesn't have anything himself. "This is very kind of you. Is there anything I can do to pay for it?"
"No" you say, slightly stern. I dont want to expect anything back when giving to someone who doesn't have anything." He feels his admiration and gratefulness growing for you, and then he's no longer embarrassed about your recent encounter. You start walking back, you to your house, and him to his house. But you both have the same road, so you keep walking with each other. You feel a little awkward with the silence, especially because of what had happened moments ago. But you don't say anything. When you come to where the paths part, you're ready to say goodbye, but then he speaks before you "do you want to come with me? I'll make us dinner". You feel your mood lift when he shows he wants to spend time with you. "Yes, I would love that" you smile sincerely at him, and you two go to his place, the small abondoned houses. He lays down a fluffy sheepskin on the ground and gestures for you to sit, and you do so. You watch him as he prepares the meat and vegetables. He seems to be skilled at cooking. After a while, youre sitting beside each other and eating in silence. It's tasty. You get a warm feeling from his closeness. You discreetly watch his hands. They look gentle and a little soft, and they've got a....je ne sais quoi...
He notices you've stopped eating and are looking at his hands. He understands you're attracted to him, and he's starting to feel affection for you too. You can't help the smile forming on your lips. This is the start of your infatuation for him. It is wild but shy, like they often are. And you want him to see it, to understand how you feel about him without needing to tell him. You look up at his gentle and innocent-looking face, catching his attention. He smiles softly down at you. You've never gotten such a close look at his face. You notice the dent above his left eyebrow, his rather prominent pores, and his tiny stubbles. He doesn't get shy when you study him; he knows he has a beautiful face, but is humble about it. You look into his eyes, but he looks back into yours, and you get shy. You pull back slightly and look away, blushing. "I think I should go now" you try to sound casual. Elvis understands what is happening. Then you remember it would be common courtesy to wash the plate you ate from, especially when he made the food by himself. "Where can I wash the plate?"
"I'll take it" he says. You feel relieved now that there is nothing left to do than leave, even though you want to stay with him. But being alone in silence with the one you just fell in love with can be flustering. You get up and turn to him "goodbye, Elvis, and thank you for the meal. It was really good".
"Goodbye" he smiles at you. Then you leave.
On the way home, you find that you miss him and kinda regret you went.
You're out for a stroll in your large garden filled with all the fruits and flowers as you desire. You sit down by the brook and watch the water splash and drops jump. You look up at your stone castle, decorated by vines trailing far up, adorning the balcony to your bedroom at the top. Turning back to the brook again, you lift your gaze to the path on the other side going into the lush and tight forest. Its getting boring as normally in your silent but luxurious life. You rise up and jump over the brook, and stroll into the woods. They're large, thick trees, perfect for climbing in and sleeping in. The grass is soft under your thin leather soles. You come to a slightly more open place, where the sun is shining through the leaves and creating a lightshow on the ground. Its peaceful and beautiful. Then you hear rustling. You look around, but dont see anyone. But you can hear where its coming from- your left. You run behind a tree, and watch from there, in case it is a dangerous animal. But still no one to see, only a few faint sounds, that are moving in the direction of the way you came. You hurry to the backside of another tree, and keep following the sound like that, until you come back to the brook by your garden. Then you see it. Its a human you've been following. He comes out of the woods. A young man in his 20s. You stand behind the last large tree and observe him. He has come into your garden, and starts picking the fruit from your trees, gathering many sorts in his large straw basket. He is dressed poorly, in a big light grey linen shirt and brown pants rolled up to his knees. But his figure is much more appealing. His hair is black and soft-looking. His profile is delicate, with long lashes, straight nose, and plump lips. And his bare feet are manly yet elegant.
You keep watching as he moves about by the fruit, occasionally looking around himself to make sure he's unnoticed, plucking apples, figs, lemons, cauliflowers and the largest pumpkin youve got. Then he returns to where he came from out of the forest. You quickly hide yourself behind the tree again, and peek out. He has a slightly miserable look on his face. You watch from your hiding spot as he walks through the woods, and when he's about 50 meters away, you silently follow him, so far behind you can barely tell where he is. You walk for a long time, sometimes thinking you've lost him, but then spotting him again. Then you lose him for good. You dont know if you should run to catch up with him or be careful in case you've gotten closer without knowing. But you keep walking slowly, hiding behind tree to tree until you see something different. Up on a small hill, is something that looks like planks. You climb up the tree, but being cautious so he wont notice you, if he's still near. When you come far enough up, you see houses. Small wooden houses, tightly placed. But it looks empty of life. You keep looking, trying to see through the few windows, but it's dark. Then you suddenly see him, and you quickly jump down to a lower branch to not be seen. He's still carrying his large basket, and he walks from one tiny house to the other, and seems to rummage in there, but it's too dark to see clearly. He comes back out without the food basket. "So that shack might be a pantry?" He goes back into the first house, and stays there for a while. You keep looking in hope that he might reappear. You make yourself more comfortable on the large branches, insistent you want to see what he does. After a long time, he re-emerges, carrying wood and a pot. He puts the wood down on the outdoors fireplace, and lights a fire, and puts the filled pot on top. He goes back into the pantry and brings the cauliflower back to the fireplace and starts cutting it and puts it in the boiling water. "So this is how he cooks?" You keep observing him cooking and eventually eating his soup. Your compassionate heart feels sorry for this stranger. He's alone, sitting on the ground eating food he took from your property, and wearing these poor man clothes. "He looks so sweet". Deep down, you want to bring him to your castle and give him better food and better clothes, but you don't dare to speak to him and let him know you think poorly of him. You so much wish you could help him, but your overthinking gets the better of you.
You carefully make your way down from the tree, feeling sadder than you've felt in a long time. You start your stroll back to your property, thinking about what you can do for him in a discreet way. But then you hear quick footsteps, running, then a voice: "are you watching me?"
Your heart starts beating so hard you think you're gonna pass out. The man you've been spying on has caught you. Too out of yourself to think, you turn around and face him. He looks upset, but not very. But his facial expression changes quickly after you face him. Then he sees: you're the rich girl whose garden he took from. When you see his upset expression changes into a worried one, you understand he might know that you know his secret. You speak: "don't worry, you don't need to pay me. You can take what you need". He goes back to looking miserable like he did the first time you saw him earlier today. He says: "I apologise... I shouldn't have taken anything or come close to your place" Then he turns and begins walking away. But you call out "I wanna help!"
He stops and turns back to you, but doesn't say anything and doesn't change expression. You decide to speak your mind and not worry if he feels insulted. "I feel bad for you. I have all this property and get what I want, and you need to get from others and live in tiny houses and wear dirty baggy clothes! I hate seeing people suffer".
He looks straight down, not wanting to show his face. You continue: "do you have anyone?"
He says in a serious voice while still looking away in shame: "No, its only me".
You feel a pang of sorrow. He looks unbearably miserable; poor and lonely.
You say: "Do you want to visit me? We can eat fat food and I'll give you new clothes."
But his pride, the little he has, has taken a wound. But he knows he should. He finally looks up at you again, and nods. "Follow me", you say, and start walking. He follows after the trail of your silk dress, feeling more like he's gonna get arrested than pampered. Soon you come to your home, the stone castle, which is smaller than most castles, but makes a beautiful scenery. You lead the way up the path in your garden, with tall flowers and bushes on either side, and into the cool shadow of the tower. You walk past the guard with him, who looks unhappy with this poorly dressed stranger, but doesn't say anything, because you're the one in charge. You get the cook to make a big meal for him, and in the meantime, you lead him around the castle, up steep stairs, through hallways made purely out of stone and ligthed with large torches, until you come to a decorated and more cozy room with a large wardrobe. You walk in and find fresh clothes for him; embroidered white cotton pants and shirt, and leather shoes, and tell him to change behind the folding screen. He does so, and you can see a slight shadow moving hurriedly, understanding he doesn't trust you and wants to get dressed before you come and see him.
He has now changed and is sitting by the large table and eating. You observe him. He's eating in a hurry, seemingly hungry. He's so beautiful too. You can't help but stare at his face. His looks are perfect. His eyes are gentle and drowsy, and his cheeks soft-looking and round, stuffed with food. He looks so innocent. "What's your name?" you ask.
I sometimes feel the need to scream how much i love Elvis and tell everybody how much i love him. Also i wanna scream his name so everybody hears it because i love him. I feel like my heart is gonna burst with my love for him
I am so grateful to love you. I dont deserve it. You're so wonderful and sweet and beautiful and heavenly, and the picture of the perfect human being. I wish I could hold you close to my heart and keep you safe from everything. Every day, I long after you, but my love for you gives me strength, so I can live through it and finally be with you. I will much rather love you and hurt from missing you, than to not love nor hurt. Sometimes I'll think about a future without you in it, and it scares me. I dont know how I can do without you. I have never loved anybody so deeply and for so long as I have loved you. I didn't know such deep feelings were possible. I will love you forever, Elvis
Reader fucking Elvis with a strap-on? Maybe in like the early 1970s?
Kintober Day 19 - Pegging/Strap-ons
A/N: Oh lordy. Well I enjoyed this probably more than I should have done. This is another oneshot in the Princess universe, if you're interested in the others have a look at the masterlist here. I imagine this is a bit later than the other ones, more like early 1972.
Pairing: Elvis x reader
Word count: 2.7K ish
TWs: Well, fairly obviously there is a lot of ass stuff (fingering, licking, strap-on). Reader calls Elvis Daddy and he calls her Princess. Praise kink. Also a bit of choking, overstimulation of reader, reader does kind of say no a lot at one point. Possessive kink.
Kinktober masterlist
You’re lying in bed together after a particularly gymnastic session, both breathing a little hard still. Your body wrapped around his, your hand on his belly.
“Daddy?”
“Hm?”
“Ya ever think what it’d be like f’me to fuck you?”
Elvis’ eyes spring wide open from their half-closed position. What do you mean? His mind shuts down before it starts to contemplate the possibilities.
“That doesn’t make any sense, honey,” he tells you, matter-of-factly. You’re probably still dick drunk. Not thinking clearly.
“Y’know, men have a prostate, and it feels really good to stimulate it,” you begin.
Elvis squeezes his eyes shut and contemplates putting his fingers in his ears. You’re always doing this. Telling him all this sinful stuff. He’s never known a woman to have such a filthy mouth. Sometimes he likes it. Sometimes he feels like he shouldn’t.
“The only way to reach it is to put something, like your finger, in your asshole.”
“Honey!” Elvis snaps. “I don’t want ya puttin’ things in my asshole. What do you think I am? Some kind of fag? For God’s sake.”
You move your hand to his chest and rub gentle circles there, trying to calm him.
“I was jus’ asking. If you don’t want to, that’s fine. Jus’ curious.”
He breathes out of his nose, hard. “You’re too curious, little girl. That’s your problem.”
You carry on with your circles, kissing the back of his neck until you feel him relax. You’re not going to mention it again, but you know he will. He’s been like this with things you suggest a lot recently. All fire and brimstone and we’re packing our bags for hell baby one minute, and then begging for it the next.
***
It’s weeks after that conversation, and you’re starting to think maybe it was a step too far and he won’t ever mention it again. He’s on top of you, his dick down your throat, roughly fucking your face when he suddenly growls, “put your finger there.”
Luckily you know what he means. Your hands are gripping his ass tightly as he forces his way further down your throat. He was in a real dominant mood when he came in after his midnight show, but you don’t mind at all. Your eyes are watering a little but you’re pretty adept at taking him like this now. You slowly move one hand between his cheeks, and rub a finger across his entrance. He groans, then growls again.
“No. Stop it.” He sounds angry. You move your hand back.
He carries on face-fucking you, one hand on the back of your head, the other gripping the headboard, until he cums down your throat.
***
The next time it comes up, he’s lying on his front on the bed, completely naked, exhausted after three shows in one day. You promised him a massage, and you’re gently rubbing his back. You don’t hold it together for long though, following your hands with gentle kisses, making him moan softly. Your massaging reaches his ass, and you knead it worshipfully. When his moaning continues, you press kisses there too.
“Mmmm. Princess.”
“Ya want me ta stop?”
“No, please. It feels good.”
You keep kissing and massaging, grasping his ass cheeks and pulling them apart, staring down at that little hole. Tracing your tongue over it, lightly. Another moan. You don’t stop, pressing your tongue against him, licking him more firmly now. Your hands knead his flesh as you carry on licking, listening to him breathing hard. He whimpers when you press your tongue inside him, encouraging you to push further inside, starting to move it in and out slowly.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he moans.
His dick is hard and pressed against the bed, and it’s getting a little uncomfortable. But whatever the hell you’re doing to his ass feels wonderful. You keep going for a while longer, then you move your head to look again. It feels so wrong, but you can’t help looking at his pink little asshole. Even you, who would probably do anything he asked and plenty of things he’s never even heard of, think there’s something a little naughty about being so turned on by this.
“You wanna lie on your side?” You ask, quietly.
You’re sort of afraid to stop what you’ve been doing, in case he breaks out of this daydream and suddenly decides he doesn’t like it after all. But you think he’d be more comfortable this way.
“Mmm.”
He rolls onto his side, and he looks over his shoulder, his eyes meeting yours hesitantly.
“Ya could try… a finger…” he whispers, his face reddening.
You nod quickly, gently pushing his leg forwards to give you better access. Whilst you’re doing it you catch a glimpse of his hard dick, shining with precum, making you bite your lip and rub your thighs together. Fuck. You start to lick him again, trying to relax him. Then you coat a finger in spit and start to gently press it against his entrance. You feel the tension in his body again.
“Daddy, relax,” you coo. “Why don’t ya touch yourself?”
He groans and wraps his hand around his length, starting to pump his dick. Immediately you see the change in his body, he’s not so tense, he’s starting to lose himself a little. Your finger presses again and this time you slide it in.
“Oh, fuck.”
You start to move it in and out and he moans with pleasure and frustration. He can just about feel it ghost over something and no matter what either of you do, your little fingers don’t quite reach it. He cums hard all the same, and he eats your pussy out afterwards with a fervour you don’t remember him ever having before.
“You’ve gotta find something longer,” he mumbles into your hair in the dark that night.
***
You go to the adult store on your own. Elvis isn’t happy about the idea, but there’s no-one he can trust to go with you. He gives you cash, just to make sure there’s definitely no trail back to him, and tells you to come back as quickly as you can. You get a lot of attention when you’re in there, as a young, pretty female in a sea of dirty old men. They all take a step back from you when they see which aisle you’re going to though. You’re either a lesbian or a real dominant freak, neither of which they’re that interested in.
You take your time choosing a harness, and even more time getting the right dildo, something slim but a good length. You pick up some more lube too, and some cleaning spray. The man behind the counter is a little surprised by your purchases, but he doesn’t let himself show it. He’s seen some shit, working in this store. And you’re a lot nicer to look at than most people who come in here. He’s sure he recognises you from somewhere, but he can’t quite place you. He gives you a discount anyway and puts your purchases in a paper bag, telling you cheerfully to come again any time. You wave.
***
Elvis stares at the harness and the dildo for a long time, swallowing hard.
“I dunno honey…” he mutters.
You get on his lap, stroking his hair. “You don’t have to do anything, if you don’t want to.”
“Hmmm.”
You can tell he’s conflicted. It’s one thing to whisper it in the darkness, and quite another to contemplate it in the cold light of day.
You start to kiss his neck. “I don’t care either way. I just wanna make you feel good.”
“Mmmm.”
His hands roam your body as he leans into your kisses. He does really want to. But he’s scared.
“God himself really is gonna strike us down, honey. This ain’t right. It’s against nature.”
You bite your lip, thinking now is not the time to tell him about gay penguins.
“It’s whatever ya want. You just tell me.”
He groans, his head lolling down onto your shoulder. You kiss his neck again and run your fingers through his hair, tugging on it a little.
“Ya won’t tell anyone? Whatever happens with us? You won’t tell the guys? The papers?”
You move to look at his face. “It goes to the grave with me. I promise I won’t tell a soul.”
He breathes out of his nose, hard. “Okay.”
You grin. “Okay?”
“Okay. You can do it.”
You kiss his lips gently. “Okay, let’s go get clean.”
Once you’re in the big shower together, you soap him up, rubbing sudsy circles all over his body. He pulls you in for a passionate kiss half way through, then lets you go so that you can pay some attention to his ass. Leaning his hands against the wall, he spreads his legs and bites his lip as you slowly pump a soapy finger in and out of him, before adding another. He gets hard immediately, unable to stop himself from moaning. Much as you’re enjoying the noises he’s making, you decide you should probably get out before he cums just from this.
Once you’re both dry he wraps the towel around his waist and looks at you, shyly. You walk the couple of steps it takes to close the distance between you.
“Think ya might have to take this off, hm?” You murmur, fingers running between the top of the towel and his skin.
He nods, and you remove it slowly, feeling him tremble. Tossing the towel on the floor you kiss him eagerly, your hand stroking him.
“I’m gonna take such good care a ya,” you murmur against his lips. “I won’t hurt ya, promise.”
You feel his shaky hand ghost down your back. “I trust you,” he whispers back.
“I’m gonna make ya feel so good, Daddy.”
You walk over to the bed together and he lies down on his front. You help him put two pillows under his hips, making sure he’s comfortable. Then you start to gently kiss him like you did before, running your tongue over his exposed asshole. Encouraged by his soft moans, you push a wet finger in again, and then another. Satisfied that he’s relaxed enough, you grab the harness and slip it on, attaching the dildo. You take a deep, shaky breath. You’re nervous too, you’ve never done this before and the last thing you want to do is fuck it up and put him off doing it ever again. Or even worse, hurt him. You grab the lube and squeeze some onto your hand, wrapping it around the dildo and stroking it a few times to cover it.
He whimpers a little now you’re not touching him anymore, and he doesn’t know what’s going on. Well, he can guess. And he could look. But he feels like if he looks he’ll lose his nerve.
“It’s okay Daddy, I’m just getting ready,” you tell him, gently. You rub your hand over his ass cheek and then gently push his legs a little further apart with your knee. “Ya ready f’me?”
He whimpers again.
“You’ve gotta use your words.”
“Yes,” he whispers.
“Okay, I’m gonna be so careful. You tell me if ya want me ta stop.”
“Okay,” he whispers again, still not looking.
You line yourself up with him and push inside carefully. He groans, and you start to slowly fuck him with the tip, listening to the soft moans he makes. You moan a little yourself. You’re so turned on by this whole thing you wish there was some way you could touch yourself at the same time.
Gaining confidence, you start to thrust in a little deeper, hypnotised by watching the toy slide in and out of him.
You know you’ve gone deep enough when you hear him.
“Shit. Fuck… oh my God…” His eyes have sprung open and he’s gasping. It feels incredible.
“Ya like that, Daddy?” You ask, softly.
“Oh God yes. Don’t stop.”
You let go of the base of the dildo now you’re far enough in, and grab his hips instead. It briefly crosses his mind that this is what he usually does to you, this must be how you feel… vulnerable, turned on, like a ragdoll in his hands. You pull him back onto the dildo, making him cry out in ecstasy, and you moan in reply. Speeding up your movements, you watch him, his hands balling into fists, eyes tightly shut again. Arousal runs down your legs. How is this turning you on so much? He’s so vulnerable for you, coming undone at your doing. But he’s come undone plenty of times when you’ve sucked him off or he’s fucked you. You’ve watched it time and time again. There’s something about this that’s different though. A level of trust and intimacy you never imagined you’d reach when you met him that night after a show. Not even after the dildos, the wand, that time you’d tied him up and teased him for hours. The way he’d trembled when you held him earlier, the way his hands shook. It blows you away that he trusts you so much.
“Princess, I’m gonna… ah fuck…”
He’s never really got used to the feeling of cumming without something around his dick, no matter how many times you’ve used the wand on him. But the pleasure is unbelievable. He can’t wait to do it again.
You carefully slide out of him and take the harness off. Crawling onto the bed you lie on your back in front of him, your legs spread.
“Need ya t’lick me… need ta cum…” you mumble, feeling like your whole pussy is swollen from arousal.
He pulls you towards him in one quick movement and then buries his face in your pussy. You almost yelp from how sensitive you are and now enthusiastically he’s eating you. His arms are wrapped around your legs, making sure you stay where he wants you. He wants to make you cum a lot to say thank you.
“Mmm, Daddy… it’s too much…” you moan, after the third orgasm. He’s still going and you’re not sure how to make him stop.
“Ya can do one more, Princess,” he tells you.
You whimper, wriggling around under the weight of his arms. He moves one from around your leg and puts it on top of your thigh instead, leaning on it heavily to stop you from moving, then starts to rub firm circles on your puffy overstimulated clit.
“No no no…” you moan, desperately trying to get him to leave you alone.
“Yes, Princess. It’s my pussy, and I say when it’s had enough.”
You arch your back desperately, throwing your arms over your head. “Daddy…” you whine.
“C’mon Princess. One more time for Daddy.”
You feel the ghost of an orgasm in your hips and strain to find it. If you can just…
“Fuck. Fuck. Oh God…”
Finally. It never occurs to you to fake it for him.
“Good girl,” he tells you, finally letting you go.
Crawling to lie next to you, he gently teases you by running his fingertips up and down your body. You jolt at the touch and he chuckles.
‘Ya tryna get me back?” You ask, squinting through the one eye you can manage to open.
“What?”
“For fuckin’ ya in the ass?”
His eyes go wide, first at the words and then at the implication. “No, Princess. I was tryna thank ya. Give ya half the pleasure y’just gave me.”
You manage to pry the other eye open. “That’s real admirable, Daddy. But it was… a bit much. Could ya stop at three next time?”
He smirks for a bit and then starts to giggle. “Alright. Sorry. Maybe I was tryna make sure ya didn’t think ya were in control of everything…”
You giggle too and wrap yourself around him, looking deeply into his eyes.
“I don’t think I’m in control of anything… you’re still my Daddy and I’m still your Princess. Whatever we do.”
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