Warnings: Smut, Daddy Don typa stuff
A/N: So this is my first time posting my work anywhere, wow. I’ve kinda already accepted it’s not the best lol and that’s it’s not done properly, but I wanted to post and hopefully just get better over time. A writing sample if you will. This is an excerpt from a story I was writing manually that wasn’t even an Erik story at first, and it just has flipped and flopped over into it. So it’s in the middle of the story, and incomplete at the end lol. So here we go!
You heard the running of the sink water and quickly sat back up in place. Now that the liquor was wearing off a little, you thought back to all you’d done up to this point. This wasn’t Erik and yours first time hanging out, but it was your first serious date. He took you a reserved fancy dinner, and your favorite lounge nearby for dancing, which turned into a heated tension-filled session of flirting and grinding. A few drinks and lap dances later, here you were. And now you were signing up to do God knows what with him.
Erik walked back into the room, his suave date outfit replaced with a hoodie and loose sweats. Just when you thought he couldn’t get more attractive.. He sat next to where you were laying, propped against the headboard and legs extended. He patted his thigh, which you took as a signal to straddle and sit across his lap.He pushed your hair back behind your ear, deliberately examining your face and eyes.
“You’re so beautiful you know that?” You blushed and smiled against your will, overwhelmed by all of his compliments and admiration.
“Erik…”. His lips met sweetly against your left shoulder, and peppered across to the right.
“Did you have a good time?”
“Yes, thank you. I loved everything Mr. Stevens.” He silently laughed at the new nickname he’d come to love, especially when it left your lips.
“It was nice to be…pampered for once you know?”
“I know, that’s what your hard headed ass needs.” You scoffed and pushed off of him, the friction against him causing him to bite his lip and pull you back in.
“But you remember what I said, right?”
“I said it was all about you *kiss* and to enjoy it *kiss* as long as you can.” He finished with a long tender kiss against your collarbone that almost took your breath away.
“But it’s Daddy’s turn now.”
His eyes went dark as yours lit up with too many emotions to choose from. His voice was now more pronounced and distinct.
“Go get the bags from the front.” he asserted, referring to the bag of toys he’d help you pick out during your “experimental” trip to the adult store the weekend before. You quickly got up and teetered towards the living room, a little dizzy from the kiss and the height of your shoes. You grabbed the bag and more calmly walked back into the room.
“Lock it.” He gestured towards the door. You obeyed and turned around again, met with his deep eyes. He got up towards you and walked around surveying your body, taking the bags from your fingers smoothly.
You purposefully slipped your sleeves down before sliding the rest down your hips, the whole dress falling to your feet. You looked back up for his approval and more direction. He nodded slightly.
You continued by unclamping your strapless bra, immediately cupping your breasts together for coverage as it hit the floor. You’d been naked before in front of someone, but never this intimately.
“Nuh-uh, none of that. Move it.” You reluctantly dropped your arm, your breasts falling at ease. The unfamiliarity of being so vulnerable made you anxious under his gaze. You couldn’t look him in the eyes when he watched how your pierced nipples hardened, reacting to the sensation of cold air. They were the most sensitive part of you.
“You’re beautiful. Don’t you ever cover yourself from me, you understand? Look at me.”
He demanded your attention. You shot up. “Understood?”
“Yes what? And this my last time telling you.”
“Now keep going. Turn around.”
You turned you back towards him and pulled at the sides of your grey panties, making sure to remove the material that rode up between your cheeks. Erik enjoyed watching your stretch marked ass jiggle when you bent over, as to not get the panties stuck to your heels. He also couldn’t help but notice the darkened moist spot in the middle of them, and couldn’t wait to touch the thing that caused it. But this wasn’t about him right now. Even though he was in control, he wanted this to be his opportunity to learn about you and what makes you tick. As horny as he was, his needs would have to wait for you.
You were now clad in front of the man, body at full attention. He stepped closer and walked behind you painfully close.
“You comfortable?” He asked in your left ear.
He walked over to the smaller bag and poured the contents onto the edge of the bed. He sifted through deciding what he wanted to try first.
“Can I ask one thing?” you faintly called out to him.
“Please, don’t go easy on me.” You wanted to experience this full out, if this is what was important to him. His body language changed, more erect than before.
“Trust me.” he said plopping down into his original position. I stood patiently with my arms at my side, not knowing what to do with my hands. He spread his legs slightly, the left leg dangling off the bed. He snaked his fingers towards himself, telling me to come to him. He grabbed me by the hips and turned me around so that I sat with his chest against my back.
“First rule, you call me Daddy or Sir in here. Anything else, you get punished. Second, you don’t cum without my permission. If you do, you get punished. Third, your safe word is Lemon. If you ever need me to stop, or anything, use that.”
“Why can’t I just ask you to stop?” he chuckled confidently.
“You’re not gonna want me to stop. But I need to know for sure if you do.”
The idea alone soaked you.
He trickled his fingers up and down your shoulders and arms. “I wanna try something for your first go around. A good way to learn more about you and train you a little, okay?”
“Yes sir. Training me to do what?” you turned your head towards him.
You turned back around, hearing him shuffling through items and packaging.
“Pull your hair back for me.”
You pulled the long hair to the side and away from your face, met with a shoulder kiss from Erik. Suddenly you felt his arms come around the front of you and snap a handle on one of your wrists, then the other. The cuffs. He tugged on them to check for security and comfort.
“Yes sir.” He nodded in approval into the large dresser mirror that sat across from you all. Seeing yourself cuffed in the front and feeling the resistance of them sped up your heartbeat.. Next, he clicked a collar-like attachment to your neck with a heavy pendant. “Open” he grabbed your chin. You opened your mouth and the air was replaced with the rubber ball, wedged between your teeth and lips uncomfortably. You rolled your tongue around the ball, getting accustomed to the taste and feeling. Drool lingered on the corner of your lips.
“You comfortable Princess?”
You nodded. “Yes sir,” You murmured out over the ball unintelligently. He groaned, looking in the mirror at you both. It was quite the sight, especially with Erik’s face perched next to you. His hands roamed every part of your body he could immediately reach: shoulders, thighs, stomach, breasts, and lastly a ghostly skim over your nipples. All while peppering kisses over your shoulders. You sung out small moans and whimpers, too stimulated from the sensation of not being able to move much or touch back.
“Open, we gon pick up right where we left off.” he motioned my thighs open and lifted my right one up where my foot was rested and I was angled. He had unforgiving access to my center, just like at the pool party. His hand familiarly found its way to my warm pussy, his two middle fingers digging in immediately. I sighed in satisfaction and relief, releasing a moan.
“Fuck baby, this wet all for me?” he hissed out. His prodding fingers pressed deeper when you didn’t answer.
“Yes sir.” You all but clearly let out. He switched between poking slowly inside you and rubbing your clit. You twitched at every touch.
“You been teasing me all night, you been wanting Daddy in this pussy huh?”
Your eyes squinted tightly and you involuntarily clenched forcefully around his hand. Dirty talk like this? You’d never tried it. You weren’t into using vulgar language yourself. But coming from someone else lit you aflame. Your moans increased and you started to grind against his hand in search of more relief. It went on for a few seconds until Erik pulled from you and slapped your clit with a sting.
“Keep my shit still.” he spoke through gritted teeth. Damnit. He continued his exploration, bringing you painfully closer to an orgasm. Your skin was hot, fingers continuously clutching in and out in desperation. You were no match for his voice murmuring brazen praises to you. His strong forearms kept your legs in place; otherwise, they would be sprawled all over. You had never felt this much intense pleasure at once, with no way of controlling it. The squelching of your juices echoed into the moment of silence, your moan hitched in your throat. You were so close.
“You cummin’Princess?” you nodded frantically, not caring about his wishes of keeping still. “Without permission?” Your throat was so dry now you weren’t sure if you could form the sentence, but you tried anyway.
“C-Can I please cum Sir?! Please!” you blurted out in mumbles over the ball. Erik went faster for a split second. “Nope.” he pulled out abruptly, causing you to exhale a huge breath you didn’t realize you were holding. The next noise following was a weak cry.
“That pussy only cums when I say so no matter how close you are.” you nodded and responded shamefully. Never had you been denied like that. Though usually unsuccessful, men you’d dated made it their mission to make you cum and never stop. How was he getting a kick out of this? You didn’t quite understand the logic. When he said you needed to relinquish control , he meant it. Erik let your breathing slow for about a full minute before starting up again. He started slowly with just his finger pads rubbing against your swollen clit. The heat started up again. You twitched upon feeling his other hand reach around to pinch and roll your nipple between rough fingers. Your moans and groans started up again.
“Fuu-uuuckkkk,” you let out, looking in the mirror. Erik had his eyes right on yours, bottom lip wedged between his teeth.
He kissed your cheek deeply. “You’re doing so good Princess.” His praise made you feel a little more at ease. You were so at ease that you closed your eyes and slumped back against Erik’s chest. As long as he kept this pace, you were able to handle this.
He immediately got back to plunging into your warmth, drawing out long and unintelligent groans from you. He was more than enjoying how receptive you were to him, your body opening up to him in every way possible. You were a better submissive than he thought.
After a couple more close calls, you were at a point of no return. You needed to come, and were willing to face the consequences. Erik was now at his fastest pace, groping your breast with his idle hand and sucking against your neck. He knew how close you were and he wanted this orgasm to feel like one you’d never had.
“Erik please!” the words came out so desperately.
“Come on Princess, give it to me.”
You anxiously held your breath, letting the sounds of his speedy fingers against your wetness fill the room. Your legs spasmed and tightened in place. The silence was broken by the splattering of your waters spewing out like a fire hydrant. It wouldn’t stop.
“Fuck baby yes! Yes that’s it!” Erik praised you continuously as your spasmed. The gag was the only thing stopping you from possibly biting your own cheek or tongue in two. The squirting stopped dramatically, allowing you to scream out in anguish. You were absolutely spent.
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