Written for my Daddy. We are in a DDlg dynamic as Daddy Dom/ littlegirl or babygirl. We do not engage in age play nor family roleplay. Just two consenting adults who enjoy the titles and dynamic.
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Swallowing the last of the cold, refreshing water from my bottle, I returned to my tasks at hand.
Pulling my favorite potato and leek casserole from the oven, I left it to sit off to the side while it cooled slightly. The hot, bubbly mix of sausage, bacon, hash browns, leeks, and an aged white cheddar sauce smelled so delicious my stomach growled as I returned to stirring the scrambled eggs.
It was a special day. Nothing of importance on the calendar, no anniversaries or birthdays. Yet, it was the first day Daddy and I had time to truly devote ourselves to each other in a long time. No work, no outside obligations, just us.
And I wanted it to be perfect.
“And what’s this?” Daddy asked as he walked into the kitchen.
With a bright smile, I turned to kiss his warm lips. “Breakfast. We need our nutrition today. And to stay hydrated.” I answered pointing to my finished bottle of water.
“Smells good.” He kissed me back with a grin. “Thank you babygirl.”
I gently pushed him into his seat while he laughed. It was my chance to serve him, to please him and take care of him before he did all the real work for the day. That was the core to our dynamic. We took care of each other. Daddy was my dom. I was his sub. But it was more than just sexual play. It was the two of us balancing each other, caring for each other in ways that we both needed.
Plating the food didn’t take too long. Plates full of eggs and casserole, fruit on the side. I made Daddy his coffee and also set down a bottle of water, while I made myself some milk.
Breakfast together.
Something we’ve done many times before. Yet, it was exhilarating, knowing we had time. No rush off to work. No distractions. The sexual play would come, but only after we enjoyed our time together, chatting and eating, cuddling and letting our bodies digest and rest. It was so difficult to sit still and relax, not wiggle and squirm next to Daddy. He noticed and teased me a bit, but still pulled me close and held me in his strong arms.
My face nuzzled into his neck as I finished my food and we talked of movies and books. He slowly finished his coffee and let his hand wander wherever it wanted, exploring the nearly bare skin of my body, only a thin nightgown between us. The feel of him around me, holding me, relaxing with me… it meant more than I could ever say.
As a true sub at heart, I craved to please my Daddy. Not just in sex, rather to see him smile, to feel him relax, to know he is happy and content in life. Feeding him, relaxing with him, knowing he was content with me and our time together… truly amazing.
“Come on babygirl.” He stirred me from my inner basking in his warmth and our connection. Pushing me up slightly he looked in my eyes. “Thank you for a relaxing morning.” His lips pressed against mine briefly. “But there is so much more I plan to do with you today.”
The wicked grin on his lips already played havoc on my body as my nipples tingled and started to swell, the walls of my core pulsed, feeling myself grow more wet.
“Get into present.” His words were firm, an order from my dom Daddy.
I know there are others who have other submissive positions or names for the same one. It never mattered what others thought or did. It was what worked for us. And I knew what he wanted. So, without hesitation, I climbed out of our seats and removed the little clothing I had. The nightgown pulled over my head with ease, showing a completely naked body with no panties. And as it dropped to the floor, I moved to stand in front of Daddy with my feet shoulder width apart, my hands behind my back just above my ass, back arched deep to push my chest out, and my head held high. Completely exposed and proud to be his submissive babygirl.
“Good girl.” He watched me, then landed a playful swat across my ass. “Are you ready for today?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
His hand pushed against the breakfast table to move it out of the way, then dropped to his waist as he unbuttoned his shorts and pushed them down. “See this?” He pointed to his hardening cock. “What do you have to say about this? Are you proud of what you do?”
“It looks like my cock needs some attention Daddy. And yes, your babygirl is very proud to have earned the right to call it my cock and pleasure it.”
“Yes, you do take good care of your cock. Go ahead and show me how much you like to pleasure it.” He spread his legs to give me room.
There was no question, he knew how much I enjoyed playing with my cock, how much we both enjoyed it.
Since the day wasn’t rushed, I didn’t want to rush that either. I dropped to my knees on the floor in front of him and then licked my way from his knee to his tender balls, finally touching my cock to lift it out of the way. It would get it’s attention, but ohhh, I needed to explore all of the yummy, salty skin below. Letting my lips and tongue seek out every bit of skin around his scrotum, prodding and licking along tender spots, sucking in one warm ball at a time, and even licking the sensitive ridge from behind his balls as it ran through and below the sack. My face buried in, nuzzling, smearing my saliva around my nose and cheeks. I wasn’t a giver of blowjobs. I was a practitioner of oral worship.
As he moaned and rocked, his fingers pulled at my hair, guiding me at times or pulling me back. But even at that, he graciously allowed me the freedom to play, the chance to serve him in ways we both loved.
And it was only as he relaxed and didn’t seem to expect it, that I dropped down to lick from that sensitive ridge behind his balls, through the whole length of his scrotum up, the base of my cock and along the previously ignored underside of that beautifully twitching and leaking cock. Only, at the tip of it, I didn’t stop… I reversed course and dropped down to swallow every bit of his manhood as deep as I could force it down my throat. Holding it there as he reacted and then slowly pulling back to a more comfortable depth.
“Fuck babygirl. Fuck, fuck, fuck… I love it when you do that. Such a good girl.”
I muffled a quick, “Thank you Daddy.” Though slobber from the corners of my lips might have been all that escaped as it slid down my chin and onto my naked breasts.
Slowly pulling up, I let my tongue slip and slide along the ender vein of my cock until I was able to reach the head and taste all of that delicious sweet precum. I couldn’t help it. I licked and sucked and sought to swallow every drop, even dipping my tongue into the slit to get it all. “Yummy.”
“You’re so good to me babygirl. I like it when you play.” He cooed.
His encouragement and reactions spurred me on. I quickly spit into my hand to stroke the hard shaft while my mouth dropped back down to focus on the head, teeth grazing over the sensitive skin as my mouth bobbed in shallow strokes, keeping my lips wrapped around the edges of the head. As his breath changed and his fingers tightened in my hair, I heard a growl of approval. That was my cue to surprise him and change it up for a moment. I dropped completely down and licked again from behind his balls, through his scrotum and up the length of my cock before plunging it all down my throat once again.
Goodness I loved his pants and yells of approval. Every sound, every curse word; it all fed me as a sub. I was pleasing my Daddy.
My hand resumed stroking the shaft, this time with my mouth bobbing deeper, grazing the head with my teeth once in a while, but my lips and tongue slide and caressed the shaft as well, matching rhythm with my hand. Building momentum and speed, my hand started to twist from side to side, moving to the right with an up stroke and left with the down stroke. My other hand moved to caress his balls and find that spot behind them, playing as everything worked at once.
However, before I could try to drop down and lick my way through it all one more time, Daddy took over.
With a growl of pleasure and frustration, he pulled me by the hair until I straddled his lap and he slammed his lips against mine. A kiss that was demanding, primal, pure dominance. And I submitted fully to his control.
His teeth pulled my lower lip as he pulled back. “Fuck babygirl. You have no idea how close I was. But I need to be inside you.”
One strong hand still fisted in my hair moved to direct me off of him and stand, while the other hand pushed the plates from the breakfast table. I was immediately pushed over it, bracing myself for his need.
“You like teasing your Daddy, don’t you babygirl?” His cock slammed into me as his free hand slapped my ass.
I moaned as he entered me. “Yes Daddy, I do. I love teasing and then giving you everything.”
He slapped my ass again. “This is my ass, my cunt, my fucktoy. Right?”
Groaning and screaming at the position and his rough play, it took me a second to be able to speak.
“Say it.”
“Yes Daddy! I’m your slutty fucktoy submissive babygirl. Everything is yours. My red ass, my sloppy wet cunt, my mouth, all of me.” I gasped. “Please, please, please Daddy…”
He fucked me harder and pulled my hair until I was leaning against his chest, his other hand fisted around my throat. “Please what babygirl?”
“Please make me cum Daddy.” I begged.
He chuckled. “I know you can do better than that. You know what I like to hear. Show me that dirty mouth of yours.” He let go of my hair and squeezed my throat just a touch more while the other hand spanked my ass.
The rough fucking, the dominance, the teasing… it was all so much. I was shaking from trying not to cum. “Please Daddy.” My words barely made sense to me, but I had to try. “Please Daddy, make your slutty fucktoy cum all over my cock. I’ve been a good babygirl, I promise. Please make your cunt cum all over you.”
At that, he let his free hand find my clint and rubbed it hard and fast as he fucked me harder than ever. “Now, cum now!”
And I lost it.
Every muscle in my body clenched to the point, I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t even breathe as every bit of focus was directed at the explosion between my legs. I could feel myself clench around him, hear him growl and grunt as he emptied himself deep inside me. But it feel like ages as I rode out the most intense orgasm.
When finally, that bubble burst and my muscles relaxed enough for me to scream, I bucked and moaned, barely able to get a full breath as I shook and thrashed in his arms.
Through it all, he held me, still catching his own breath, still coming down from his own high… he held me. “That’s it babygirl, ride it. I’ve got you.” His fingers stroked my clit once again. “Give it all to me.”
I felt as though I had been skinned alive, left truly naked in the world with every nerve exposed and raw. A simple breath of air could shatter me at any moment.
Yet, he held me.
Warm and safe. Protected from the world. I let myself ride out that high over and over again until he held my trembling form in his lap as he cradled me.
“Rest sweet girl. We will play more when you wake.”
“Thank you Daddy.” Was all I could get out before I drifted off.