We’re standing in the kitchen and I’m doing the dishes while telling Daddy about how I want to maybe put planters out in front of the house by the garage. But then I think about it for a minute and go: “But then we’ll have to remember to water them and that seems like a lot of work.”
“It’s not a lot of work,” he says.
I laugh. “I’m really bad at remembering to water things. I always kill plants. So it seems like a lot of work to me.”
“You’ll fucking remember to do it if you’re not going to be permitted to cum if they die, won’t you?”
I turn back to the dishes, thinking nothing of it, when he grabs me from behind - one hand around my throat and the other cupping my cunt.
“Did that make your pussy throb when I said that?”
I whimper and squirm against him. “Yes Daddy.”
“Yeah? Do you like being reminded of your place?” He begins to rub me through my shorts, his other hand still around my throat.
He spins me around to face him. “Knees. Now.”
I kneel and look up at him as he pulls his pants down just enough to show me his cock.
Fuck. “Yes please, Daddy. Please let me suck it.”
And my mouth is on his cock and I’m in my happy place, on my knees in the kitchen, the faucet still running behind me and everything forgotten but this, right here, me in my place. I was made to have this man’s cock inside my body - wherever he wants to put it.
Too soon he pulls away. “Enough.”
I smile up at him. “Thank you, Daddy.
“Good girl.” He pulls me to my feet, kisses the top of my head and walks away from me. “Now finish the dishes.”
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