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The story yall been waiting for, lemme know if ya like 😇 BDSM/submissive/CNC type shiiii 😏 — I knew there was sexual tension by the way you looked at me since the very start. Never did you bring up sexual conversation but your eyes said it all. You carried the room, you led with charisma. In a room full of people, you made sure to let me know—by that look—that you noticed me. I was never one to be intimidated by anyone—let alone a quick glance—but you did that to me. Your presence was powerful. I couldn’t get enough of the unspoken conversations we would have because god, would it get me going. You made me feel weak; in the way of wanting to please you, to give you my submission without second thought. We wouldn’t have to be alone to feel the tension. As addicted as I was to the sensation, I was almost afraid of the power you held. There was no way of hiding how attracted I was to you—other people around only made it a fraction better, just to be able to focus on eyes less intimidating. I wanted you, and you knew it. You knew you had me at your feet before any mention. And I knew you liked it. You smelt my submission and preyed. Subtly. The day came that there was no more avoiding what was there. The others had left and I had no where to turn; that’s if I really wanted to—I didn’t. — It immediately becomes awkward as we sit there finally alone, but only because the tension was so strong. All of the unspoken words, thoughts, feelings arise and fill the air. I can’t even look you in the eye as you stare deeply into mine. I want you to touch me more than anything. I want you to know that I’m ready—that I have been ready. “You want this, huh?”, you say. “You know I do,” I say surely as I look up at your face that looks hungry for me. “And so you wouldn’t mind if I got closer, right?”, you say as you move my head up to look up at you with your index finger. My heart is racing as I look up at you, imagining every detail of what is to come. I have never felt so enthralled, overtaken by natural submission. You stare at me for what would normally be an uncomfortable amount of time but I am lost in the moment, ready for whatever you choose to invite to it. “Just tell me when to stop,” you say as you grab my neck tightly and look at me just inches from my face. I can’t hold in my adrenaline any longer and I finally reach in to kiss you. You pull back, not allowing me to meett your lips, and lightly slap my face as a warning. “Did I give you permission to do that?”, you ask sternly. “No,” I mumble, now with more adrenaline than before. “You call me daddy from now on, you understand?”, you say not breaking eye contact once. “Yes, daddy”, I say with wide eyes, ready for more. “Good girl,” you say as you finally allow our lips to meett. We make our way to the bedroom and you throw me on the bed. You take off my clothes piece by piece kissing every crevice of my body. Once I am lying there naked and vulnerable, you tie both my arms and legs down; my legs spread above my head with my pussy right there for you to enjoy. You slap me one more time because you enjoy the rush of it then make your way down to my pussy to enjoy the sweet taste. God, it feels so good. You hear me moaning, ready to orgasm, and you stop. You don’t allow me to orgasm until you say I can. You come up to face me eye to eye and rub your dick right over that swollen clit of mine that was just moments ago ready to finish. You keep the eye contact as you slowly, oh so slowly, go all the way in. I let out a deep moan, this is all I’ve been waiting for. You slowly fuck me, not once breaking eye contact. I try to move my head toward you to meett our lips and you punish me by another slap, just a little harder this time. You remind me not to disobey, but I like the pain. You begin to speed up and I’m enjoying every second of it. I begin to moan louder and louder while your fingers are shoved in my mouth. You can’t take it anymore and tell me you’re going to cum inside of me. I show you my hesitancy but you don’t care. You do what you want. You grab my neck, thrusting harder and harder with every stroke. “Whose pussy is this,” you ask while moaning. “Yours, daddy”, I say while biting my lip, almost orgasming from that moment alone. “Good girl,” you say as you slap me then place your hands firmly back on my neck. You stare at me a couple moments longer then finally release as you look at me with pride. I feel the warmth of your cum inside of me and move my hips around to feel the final touch of your throbbing dick and our cum inside of me. You allow me one kiss then go down to my pussy to finish the job. You give it one good lick, tell me to open wide with my tongue out then spit our cum into my mouth. I swallow every drop. You go back down and it only takes seconds before I can’t take it anymore. My asshole clenches and my hips can’t stop moving as I let out the deepest moan of the night while looking at you looking up at me. You don’t let my hips go as I continue to moan in pleasure and try to push you off because of the intensity. I’m sweating and my heart is racing and after I finally settle down, you give me that one look once more and say, “good girl”.