“I’m on my way home! Put on the white lingerie and lie down comfortably on the bed.”

- He knows so well the effect these kinds of messages have on me. 

Like a good girl, I obeyed and, in the blink of an eye, swapped my top and leggings for the outfit he had ordered. 

I lay down and closed my eyes for a moment. The calm in the air was like the silence before a storm... I knew the atmosphere was about to change and I was eagerly waiting for it! 

I heard the keys in the door and my whole body shivered. 

I couldn’t hide a smile as I heard his footsteps approaching the bedroom. 

I saw him in the doorway and he did not hesitate, heading straight for the bed. I stayed perfectly still until he reached me, never taking my eyes off him. 
He slid the tips of his fingers over my foot, always staring at me as though he were a lion admiring its prey, circling it to calculate the exact moment to attack! 

He continued upwards, circled one knee, moved to the other and continued along my thigh, in a fluid, confident, intense yet gentle movement. 

He raised his hand, watched me for a few more seconds and, when I was about to start speaking, he adopted a serious expression and brought his finger to his lips:

- Shhhhhhhhh... You’re not speaking today!

I gave him a defiant smile and asked mockingly, - Or what?

His eyes gleamed! He had already been expecting my brat side to come out. 

- I don’t think you quite understand when you’re meant to obey me, but you’re about to get an idea! - he turned his back on me, took off his watch and placed it on the chest of drawers in our bedroom, removed his tie, turned back towards me and, as he unfastened his cufflinks, said in a calm, assertive manner:

- Now, kitty... - he smiled, walked calmly to the armchair at the foot of the bed, sat facing me and said, - Now touch yourself!

I couldn’t hide my surprise and stared at him for a few seconds, trying to find a way to “escape” that situation... After all, it was the first time he had asked me to do it and I did not know whether I would feel comfortable enough to do so. 

- Don’t you want to come and show me how...? - I asked challengingly, though not as confidently as I would have liked.
 
- No! - his reply was immediate and left no room for doubt - Touch yourself for me, Júlia, and don’t speak! 

That assertiveness left me defenceless and my body showed it, just as the man in front of me knew that I liked feeling dominated, cornered...  

“You want a game, you’ll get one, bastard!”, I thought. 

I got on my knees on the bed, facing him, and began running my fingers over the lace of my bra, glancing at him, while he kept the same expression. 

“Tough crowd...”, I thought with a smile and carried on.  

While one of my hands rested on my bra, the other slowly travelled down my stomach until it reached my white satin knickers. The fabric was already so wet that there was a sound as my fingers danced over the warm satin. 

I looked at him, narrowed my eyes slightly and slowly brought my fingers to my mouth... I slid them over my lips, then promptly ran my tongue over them. 

He shifted in the armchair and I realised he was becoming restless, yet without ever changing his expression. 
I brought both hands behind my back, unfastened my bra and, without taking it off, turned my attention back to my breasts, which craved touch.  
Through the lace, my nipples revealed themselves without any restraint and my moans were becoming ever more audible and eager. 

I brought one hand back to my knickers. The movement of my shoulder allowed one of the bra straps to fall, leaving one nipple exposed. 
He bit his lip and shifted again. I carried on as though I had not seen it. 

I turned so that my back was to him and stretched my free arm to the side, my bra already hanging from my fingers, and let it fall beside me onto the bed. 

I bent forwards, resting my face on the bed, while keeping my bottom raised for him, without losing contact between my fingers and my completely soaked lingerie. 

I spread my knees slightly, exposing myself a little more so that he could have a perfect view of my fingers between my thighs, exploring all my pleasure. 

I moved my knickers to one side, slowly ran a finger from top to bottom and, as I brought it back up, slipped it inside me. 
He let out a discreet moan and that made me even more aroused. 

I removed my hand, raised my torso again and lowered my knickers to halfway down my thighs, opening them enough for him to see the honey-like strands connecting them to my body…. 

I sat on the bed, placed my feet on the floor and, as I stood up, let the satin slide down my legs to the floor while I watched his eyes follow its entire path. I picked them up from the floor, walked over to the armchair, placed them on his lap, immediately turned my back and headed towards the bed. 

I lay down again, this time on my back, legs bent with my feet on the red bedspread, and began to masturbate with an intensity that surprised even me. 

I felt so wet, so desired by the man I desired most, so challenged… 
My moans began to intensify, my body twisting on the bed as though someone were controlling it, until I heard his voice:

- Stop! - at the same time as I felt his hand on mine, preventing it from continuing the movements that were driving me wild. 
He walked around the bed, picked up the tie and, very calmly, came over to me and gagged me with it. 
 
- And this is for you to learn to keep quiet, kitty!
 
Breathless, trying to control my breathing through my nose alone, I looked at him standing in front of me, unfastening his belt, lowering his trousers and kneeling between my legs.

- This orgasm is mine! - he ran his fingers over me and tasted them - You’re delicious!
 
And, in that instant, he fitted his shoulders between my knees, leaned over me until our noses were only centimetres apart and slid inside me.  

He was so hard and so hungry… hungry for me, and I for him…
 
My body trembled with every thrust, my breath catching whenever I felt him go deeper. 
The rhythm of the movements increased and it did not take long before we exploded together, into one another. 

He removed the tie from my mouth, lay down beside me, wrapped me in his arms and kissed me… 

He looked into my eyes:
- You’re mine, do you hear me?!”

- Yours, daddy… Only yours!


Written by Júlia Pires de Castro.
Instagram - @juliapdecastro