oohooh dad!matt teaching you how to recognize when someone's being a creep and touching you wrong by. yknow. being a creep and touching you wrong. 🤧
i definitely wrote way too much for this oopsie :))
Matt ran his fingers over the leather collar fastened around your neck, looking for the metal tag etched with his name that marked you as his. He was in the middle of lecturing you about protecting yourself from strange men and creeps that lurk in the shadows of the city. Earlier that night, while walking back to Matt’s apartment from your date, a construction worker had shouted lewd comments about your body from across the street. You both brushed it off in the moment, but now Matt felt it was time to teach you a valuable lesson.
He brought you into the bedroom and kissed you breathless until you were dizzy, and your eyes were heavy as you slipped into subspace. He loved when you got easy, pliant, and so, so sweet. In the outside world, you were his equal. His strong, independent girlfriend, whom he absolutely adored. Here, though, you assumed the role of his little girl, and he was your stern but loving caretaker.
“You have to be careful out there, sweetheart. You’re a beautiful girl, and there are lots of bad men who’d want to take advantage of you,” he explained gently as he stroked your neck. While you didn’t know exactly where he was going with this, you knew it was some kind of game. Why else would you be naked and kneeling on the bed while he spoke to you in his Dad voice?
“Take advantage of me?” you asked, playing along.
“You know how I touch you and how we play together?” You nodded. “That’s what they want to do to you.”
You furrowed your brows. “I wouldn’t let them do that.”
Matt chuckled softly. “They wouldn’t give you a choice, honey. Like I said, they’re bad men.” He grabbed your face gently, pinching your cheeks together to make your lips pucker. “They’d see this sweet little face and wouldn’t be able to help themselves.”
“I don’t want anyone else, Daddy,” you pouted through your pinched lips.
“I know you don’t, sweetheart. That’s why I’m going to show you how to keep yourself safe.”
You didn’t know what he meant, but he didn’t give you a chance to wonder. His hands traveled from your face, down your body, to brush against your nipples before they landed at your hips. His fingers started by resting gently, but as he leaned in a bit closer, his grip got firmer.
“Daddy is nice to you. I’m gentle and soft because I love you. Those men don’t love you; they want to hurt you.” He squeezed your hips and jerked your body towards his, knocking you off balance and making you fall forward into his chest. “They want to violate you. Overpower you and make you cry,” he said, voice lower now that he was closer to your ear.
“Why?” you asked with a shaking voice.
“Because you’re so goddamn irresistible, that’s why.” His voice had an edge now. He was embodying the bad men who wanted to hurt his little girl, to ruin what was so pure and perfect.
He pulled you fully into his lap so your bare pussy was pressed against the bulge in his pants. Usually, in this position, you would wrap your arms around him in a bear hug, but he had your wrists held in one of his large hands behind your back so you couldn’t touch him. Your shoulder blades were pulled together, and your posture was forced straight.
You were familiar with this kind of play. Matt wanted you to fight back, but he would overpower you easily, and you both would enjoy the results of your defeat. You had a safeword for precisely these kinds of moments.
“Let me go,” you whispered, attempting in vain to break free from his hold. He pulled your arms further behind you to immobilize you more. His other hand wandered up your thighs and between your legs to brush against your pussy. A smile split his face when he felt your wetness.
“Doesn’t seem like you want to be let go,” he smirked as his fingers parted your folds.
“Please,” you gasp. The tip of his index finger sank inside you with little resistance, which pleased him even more.
“So needy already. Do you want the bad man to fuck you, sweetheart? Is Dad not enough for you?”
“No, no!”
“No, I’m not enough?” he teases.
“No, I don’t want the bad man.”
A second finger sinks into you and curls against the sweet spot inside of you. You can’t help the moans that escape your mouth. The evidence of your pleasure betrays what you should be feeling.
Before your fuzzy head could catch up, you were on your back with Matt on top of you, pinning you to the soft mattress so you couldn’t squirm away. He undid his pants and freed his hard, aching cock. He slotted against your pussy, the tip resting against your entrance but not pushing in to stretch you open.
“Oh, you need it, don’t you? I told you, you couldn’t stop me,” he chuckled. “Such a bad little girl, giving it up so easy.”
A gasp ripped from your lungs when Matt pushed into you, driving his length into you until he bottoms out. You groan in unison at the stretch of your pussy around him and the slow give to accommodate him.
“Is this what you’re going to let those bad men do to you, sweetheart?” he asked, his lips pressed against your temple. “You’re gonna spread your legs for the next asshole who compliments your legs?”
“N-no, Dad,” you whined while attempting to shake your head.
“Good. Daddy’s the only bad man who gets to fuck you.”
