Baby Girl Diaries: Part One

There are trails of ice drawing across my skin, and his wet tongue follows the path. It?s like fire following the ice, the contrasting temperatures sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. The silk ropes bit gently into my wrists as I flexed away from the new trail of ice along my spine and I groaned, rocking my hips, heat and wetness soaking my core. I turned my head to look back at my Daddy, the thick blinding lace over my eyes blocking most of my vision only allowing me to see him in spots of light. His head is dipping down my back, the ice glinting in the light, his wicked heated tongue following to soothe the chilled skin. His big hands are gripping the flesh of my hips, even though I?m tied up and can?t move, holding me in place. That?s how he likes me best, at his mercy.This is what our relationship is. A give and take of pleasure and pain, of tension and release. Everything I?ve ever really needed?and he?s never pushed me past my limits, edging them, changing some of my soft limits into yes?s, but never going over the lines we have made together. This is what true respect, submission, and Dominance are. I shut my eyes against the soft lace and let myself go to him, trusting him. He feels the tension in my body release, and I can almost feel his smile as he grips my hip tighter, and his words slide over my skin, wrapping me in delight.?That?s my good Baby Girl.? *`* It was six months ago we first met.It was a random meet, admittedly. I had posted something innocuously on an app almanbahis about wanting a treat. I was at my job, unhappy, bored on a dreary rainy day. He happened to reply, inquiring what kind of treat I wanted. I wasn?t about to let a stranger give me candy, or Dunkins (which happened to be the treat I was craving) so I just played it off as a joke. Somehow though, we struck up a conversation. He was a gentleman, never perverted, never pressed for photos, never asked for anything more than I wasn?t willing to give. Over time, we became close friends. Even though I worked so much, and he was retired, I still spent much of my time talking with him, when I could manage it. Just little conversations about similar interests, video games, books, movies, music, and photography?anything and everything, much like you would with any friend. We had a lot in common, considering our age difference. I was twenty-eight, he was forty-five. I didn?t think about it then, and even now, it still doesn?t bother me. He was a friend. A good friend.It changed one night.I was sleeping, and I woke up from a wet dream. It was graphic and left me breathless. I had already stripped bare for the night, leaving myself in my panties and a thin cotton tank top. The usual boring pajama fare. My panties were drenched with need. I rolled onto my back, and scooped my phone from its usual resting spot. 4 am. Three hours until my alarm went off for work. I groaned and rubbed my eyes, the need burning my skin, my clit throbbing with desire. I thumbed it awake and saw a message. We had been talking almanbahis yeni giriş until I fell asleep and he wished me good night as always, which I didn?t always return. I sent a message back, wishing him a good night as well, with an emoji.?You?re awake already?? He replied.?Just woke up,? I texted, my heartbeat accelerated. I didn?t want to tell him I had a naughty dream and had to now masturbate to get back to sleep.?Jesus little girl, get back to bed. You?ve got work in a few hours.? I could almost hear his voice, hear the authority and it sent shivers down my spine. ?What, you my Daddy?? I wrote back, not thinking, sassing. It was what I did best. ?If I was you?d be over my knee already, and then be back in bed with a bright red bottom.? The message was a quick reply, and I had an instant heat between my thighs, glowing hot coals of want there. This interaction also gave me pause. We had never gone here before. It was flirting. Definitely flirting. This made my face heat. I had dabbled a little in BDSM, in being a Little, but it had been a long distance relationship, and it had ended badly.?Sorry. That was over the line. You still there?? He wrote again, a worried emoji coming across the screen. I could feel the sincerity of his voice through the text.?Yeah, yeah still here. Not over the line. Just?unexpected. From you. You?ve never?uh..? I typed out and sent, leaving the ellipsis, the trailing off as I tried to put it delicately, pulling my lower lip into my mouth to suck on.?Never hit on you? Acted like a gentleman? Yeah. That?s because I am.? almanbahis giriş He wrote back quickly. ?Then why the change??? I replied, shifting slightly on the bed, rolling to my side. My clit still burned, but the desire was retreating, my curiosity shifting forward now.?Ah shit. Well. I?ve been looking for a new playmate, and you kind of caught me at an awkward time?? He put in a laughing awkward face. I immediately flushed. Oh. He was awake at 4 am. My friend was a night owl for sure, but he was a man. He was jerking off. While looking for a playmate?I felt my pussy cream with excitement. God. Was he thinking about me??Are you thinking about me?? My fingers typed and sent the message before I could even consider the consequences of the question.?As a playmate? Are you serious? You never said you were into that.? He wrote back quickly.? I mean, I use to be?I still kinda am, I just haven?t had a Daddy in ages?? I replied, feeling crippling shyness crawl over me. I was so horny still, but his eagerness made me feel excited, and eager. Something I hadn?t felt in so long, I almost felt sick in a way.?Well, you weren?t like?ever? I never thought of you like that?I mean. Shit.? His reply was kind of garbled. I understood why.He was right. We had never really talked about sex. It just had never come up before this point. I rolled completely onto my stomach and swung my feet into the air, pushing my thick red curls out of my eyes. I gently rocked my hips back and forth, rubbing my clit against the mattress, easing some of the tension. The friction helped me feel good. I pictured him, a dark figure behind me, his hands encasing my ass, spreading my lips, dipping his fingers under my panties, tracing the outskirts of pussy, before plunging his fingers into the depths of my wet needy cunt.