Blog : Daddy always knows best

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7/1/2022 4:18 am

Daddy always knows best

…walking into the scarily silent and dark house, I could almost believe the chaotic beating of my heart could be heard by all close by. He told me to meet him here but where has he gone? Did he have a change of heart and perhaps feel I’m too naive and soft for someone like him? Smiling fondly, I think of his bad assness and the way he always seems to send shockwaves through my mind and body. His strict, firm structure is a beacon to me, a calm to my raging storm. The excitement causes my nipples to harden underneath my shirt, smiling faintly knowing how much he’ll enjoy my breasts being free and how hard my nipples become with thoughts of him. Not to mention my smooth, soft cunt quivering with excitement, feeling the breeze sneak up my skirt, touching the most intimate part of me. Getting so caught up in thought, I miss the shadow that silently stalks the room, a predator stalking his prey.

I see a silver glint shining in the moonlight of the darkened room. As I approach, I bend slightly to get a better glance, feeling my skirt rise high, revealing the bottom of my arse. I still can’t tell what it is and go to grab it only to be nicked in the finger, drawing a drop of blood. Confused, i suck on my wounded figure wondering who would leave such an item out. I feel him before I hear him, my body knows him intimately and I have a few seconds of realisation before he softly whispers in my ear “hello my delicious fuck toy”. Screeching from surprise he seizes the opportunity to grab me, pulling my arms behind me, swiftly locking them into restraints. My heart beats frantically, confused but not necessarily scared, he’s my Daddy and he won’t ever hurt. Right? Even though I know this, the current situation wreaks havoc on my brain.

He ushers me along, every time I speak he quickly shuts me down. He doesn’t speak either which only adds to my nerves. My silent steps reach a room with a closed door. He steps around me to open the door. He pushes me in and I try to take in my surroundings but it’s too dark and I’m struggling to make sense of anything at the moment. I stumble into what I can only imagine is a bed, but the contact with it confuses me further as when it shook it sounded like a lot of chains, or something similar. I turn to ask Daddy what is happening when I’m quickly shoved on the bed, screaming from surprise. I land on my side, trying to protect my bound arms. Before I can move, he’s on me grabbing each leg and pulling to the edges of the bed. My previous thoughts of hearing chains are confirmed as soon as he places one foot into the stock chain. It’s all happening so fast all I can do is watch, my inquisitive nature taking over the fear. He places the other foot in the stock chain and steps back. I wiggle my feet and surprised at how loud the chains sound in an eerily quiet room. He stands there silent, taking me in, my arms uncomfortably stuck underneath me. Slowly, so very slowly, he approaches me. Standing on the side of the bed he crooks his finger, silently telling me to sit up. Of course I comply because I’m a Daddy’s girl and there’s isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for Daddy. He knows I’m so soft hearted and passionate and will know exactly what he’s doing to me, how he makes my heart beat erratically, my cunt quiver in excitement, a fine sheen of sweat covering my body due to nerves. It’s a sweet mixture of chaos.

Gently stroking a finger down my arm, he grabs my hands and starts to release my binds. After I give them a little stretch I open my mouth to ask what he wishes me to do only to have my arms firmly grabbed, pulling my back against the bed and he makes quick work of placing my wrists in the stock chains. The rustling of the chains along with the coolness of the metal heightens my excitement and nerves. Still no sound which is starting to make me anxious. Why won’t he speak to me? What’s going on?

He moves back to the end of the bed and once again observes. I stay very still, almost scared to move, as if movement will result in something happening, but I can’t tell if good or bad. After what feels like a lifetime, he pulls the shiny silver object I found earlier from his waistband. Once I figure out what it is I panic slightly, why does he have that? What will he do? He won’t ever hurt me, right? Oh god oh god oh god.

I keep pleading, asking him to speak to me, let me know what’s going on. He remains silent, the only sound is the rustling of his trousers as he moves towards the top of the bed, knife in hand. Bending over me, he softly touches my cheek and moves some of my hair from my face. I am so fucking confused!! His gentle touch does nothing to relieve my nerves when I see him wielding a knife.

Taking the knife he gently drags it down the side of my neck, I turn my head and close my eyes as I’m too nervous to look. I feel him apply more pressure when he reaches my shirt, stopping at the neckline. With a quick jerk he tears through my shirt, revealing my ample tits to him, my nipples painfully hard from the cool air and my emotions. I whimper loudly and continuously, pulling against my chains. He reaches out and grabs a breast, squeezing hard, leaving fingerprints behind. He twists my nipple painfully and I cry out against his delicious assault. He pays my other breast the same attention before taking the knife and dragging down my naked torso, goosebumps forming all over my skin.

When he reaches the top of my skirt, I can see the intention in his eyes and i suck in my breath, waiting. With a growl he tears my skirt to shreds, leaving me gloriously naked and spread before him. My body starts to shake, a mixture of so many emotions. I instantly become wet, I am his slave in all ways and my body certainly knows it. Moaning, I move my body as much as I can, showing him I need him.

His face is stern and gives no emotion. I struggle to decide if I’m in trouble for something and start to panic as I hate getting into trouble. I cry out “Daddy please” and though his face displays no emotion he moves, coming closer. He climbs on the bed and straddles me, knife still in hand. Slowly but surely, the knife drags down my skin, starting below my ear. I shiver so hard and my teeth start chattering. He stops briefly when he reaches my breasts. Bending over he captures a nipple in his mouth and bites down, hard. My back bows and I scream loudly, beginning to fight against my restraints. A tear falls down, disappearing in my hair. With the quietest of voices I plead, “please Daddy, don’t hurt me”. Deep down I know he won’t, my erratic emotions are becoming harder and harder to control. Licking away the sting he moves to the other nipple, knowing his intent i cry harder and fight against my binds. He looks at me briefly and I’m taken back by the fire in his gaze, the raw need. He bites down hard and i scream again, much longer this time, pairing with the tears furiously pouring from my eyes. Licking away the sting he moves lower, dragging the blade down my abdomen, closer to my cunt. My body is shaking so badly I’m close to panicking. Why? I don’t know. It’s such a confusing mix of emotions and I don’t know how to process them yet.

I feel him move until he’s between my stretched legs and even though I’m so nervous i can’t look away. Taking the knife, he softly drags it over my mound. I suck in a breath, not daring to move. He turns the knife around, blade in his hand, the handle pointing towards me. He looks up at me, nostrils flaring, almost like an animal about to pounce. He quickly positions the handle to the entrance of my cunt and he plunges the handle inside. I scream loudly in surprise, feeling my traitorous body happily suck the handle into my wet, tight hole. He fucks me hard, the effort making my breasts bounce and drawing non stop moans from me. I close my eyes enjoying the moment until he stops, my eyes opening wide wondering what else he has in store.

Climbing off the bed he stands towering over me abs starts to remove his clothing. I can’t help but to moan and sensually move against my chains. I am so damn responsive to him, even when nervous. My cunt clenches and I can feel my fuck juice slide out. When he’s completely naked I beg him to fuck me, my nerves quickly falling away. He makes his way to the top of the bed, bending over my face. He kisses me hard, I can feel the coppery taste of blood mingle with our kiss. I helplessly moan into his mouth, needing all of him. His hand caresses my throat before exerting pressure which only heightens my need, I could cry from it! He leans closer to my ear and whispers “tonight is not for you, it’s for me. I will take my pleasure from you as I wish”.

Whimpering loudly, feeling the vibration against his hand, I’m helpless but to lay there as he takes whatever he pleases. A fine sheen of sweat envelopes my body, my nerves on fire, my heart beating so fast and hard. I just want to shout “hurt me Daddy. Hurt me and fuck me” but I know better. My demands will fall on deaf ears and only anger him. After what feels like forever, his free hand slowly slides over my body, leaving goosebumps everywhere he touches. My pelvis bucks underneath him, my need is so strong, bordering on painful. He squeezes my throat, a silent demand for me to hold still. My body stills, complying instantly. His hand moves closer to my quivering cunt, I try so hard to keep quiet, if he stops I’ll cry. Hell, I’ll sob my fucking heart out. He slows his hand, softly dragging over my mound, coming to a stand still, cupping my cunt, filling his palm with my juice. He removes his hand from my throat, the loss of his firm touch only adding to my need. I hear movement from him, my nerves are on end, i have no idea what he’s doing. Suddenly I feel an object entering my cunt, ripping a low growl from my throat. I try to figure out what it is but my focus is waning. All I can do is feel his onslaught as he continues to fuck me. I feel an orgasm building through my body, I’m so so close. He lays a hand on my abdomen, i know it’s to feel how close I am. When he’s satisfied I’m close to cumming he stops. I cry out In frustration and my body thrashes against my binds. I can feel my eyes welling up with tears and that’s when I see it, the object he was fucking me with, it’s the handle of the knife.

My eyes meet his gaze and I know he can see the deep longing in them, the need to be his perfect little girl. I close my eyes and bare my neck to him, a sign of ultimate surrender and acceptance of what’s to come. I can hear him softly growl, feeling the bed dip with the shift of his body. I don’t dare open my eyes, I need to be a good girl, I need him to know I am his and will take what is given. I feel his hands grip the top of my thighs and in a breath he rams his cock to the hilt, ripping a feral scream from my throat. My back bows and my big tits are pushed out even further. He remains still inside of me. My body shaking from the onslaught. I feel him reach over me and feel his wet tongue<b> drag </font></b>over my nipples right before he bites down, hard. Screaming from the pain and surprise, I tell Daddy it really hurts. He softly replies “I know baby girl” and gently sucks them into his mouth, soothing the pain. He moves back down, sitting up before me, cock still firmly gripped by my tight cunt. I don’t dare thrust against him, my sore nipples a reminder that he can do as he pleases. This seems to please him as he slowly and maddeningly slides in and out, I feel my juices run down, coating my arse. My body shakes from the effort of keeping still, he knows it’s my most difficult challenge. Picking up the pace his fingers dig into my hips, holding on as he thrusts hard and deep…..TBC

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