“Is that what you would like, my darling?” Tom looked down upon you as he spoke, “You want to suck Daddy’s cock?”
You look up and nod quietly.
“I don’t know that you’ve earned it. Do you think you have been good today?”
You drop your head to avoid Tom’s piercing gaze. You silently shake your head and await his next direction.
“I would have to agree. What shall we do about that, then?” He asks, the disapproval evident in his tone.
Unsure if you have been given permission to speak, you keep your gaze to the floor. In a moment, Tom is hoisting you up by your arm, pulling you back with him as he sits back on the couch. He gives you only a moment to stand before pulling you swiftly over his lap.
“I don’t want to hear a word out of you.” He sneers before smacking his hand down upon you - hard. You stifle a whimper as you feel him pull back once more, striking you even harder than the first time. He rubs over the reddened skin before laying another hand into you.
“Fuck,” you whisper, immediately tensing up and feeling Tom falter.
“What was that?” He asks, bringing his hand down one last time and pushing you off of his lap.
“I’m sor-” You start before he cuts you off.
“Good girls don’t use those naughty words. I thought you were going to be good?” He pauses before reaching down and undoing his belt, pulling it off and folding it in half.
“Bend over the couch,” Tom demands, and you scramble to do as you are told. As soon as you settle, he begins laying blows into you, barely hesitating before striking you again. By now your face is just as red as your bottom, and your body is unsure whether it craves more or wishes to run from the pain.
He smacks you again and reaches down to your chin, pulling it up to meet his gaze.
“Are you ready to behave?” He asks again, and you give him another nod. Throwing his belt to the side, he gestures for you to move onto the carpet.
“On your knees,” Tom says, “I’m going to give you my cock, but your hands stay behind your back. You are not to touch me, do you understand?” Tom asks. You nod your head silently once more.
“You may speak, lovely,” He offers gently.
“Yes, Daddy,’ you breathe, “No touching.”
“Good, baby,” He replies, pushing his slacks down his legs. “If you’re good, I’ll give you anything you want,” He takes his hard cock into his hand and begins tracing the wet tip over your lips.
After a few moments, he pushes his cock past your lips. You can feel him shiver before he stills, allowing you to take over. You pull off of him, running your tongue along the underside of him. You place a small kiss on the head of his cock, before mouthing at the sides all the way down. Taking him into your mouth once again, you trace your tongue over his tip and moan quietly around him.
“Fuck,” Tom sighs, pulling his shirt off over his head. “You look so pretty down there.” He places a hand on your cheek for just a moment before pulling away, not allowing you to relish in his touch. You twist your fingers together behind your back, aching to place your hands anywhere on him.
He gives you another moment to work down on his cock before pulling his hips back. He pushes slowly forward and begins fucking your mouth gently, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.
“That’s my good girl, where’s she been all day?” He chuckles to himself before tossing his head back, letting out a grunt.
“Your fucking mouth is so good, darling,” His hips stutter for a moment, “You’re so good taking Daddy’s cock. Are you gonna be good when Daddy fucks you?”
You moan loudly around his cock, unable to speak, but making your answer clear.
“That’s it,” Tom breathes, “Is this what you’ve been wanting? You wanted Daddy to fuck your mouth, didn’t you?” You nod around his cock and begin reaching for him. You quickly remember what you had been told before and return your hands to rest on your back. Reaching a hand down, Tom grasps his cock and pulls it out of your mouth. He takes a moment to run the tip over your lips once more before motioning for you to stand and moving you to lay back onto the couch without a word. Before moving down, he grabs your wrists and shoves them under your back.
He runs his hand from your neck, all the way down to your waist. One of his hands trails just over your pussy, and you can feel an ache for his touch deep in your stomach. His fingers trace just inside of your lips, feeling your warmth.
“Look how wet you are for me, darling,” He whispers, “So pretty for me.”
Meeting your gaze, Tom leans his head down to meet your pussy. He kisses the soft skin of your legs and stomach, running his tongue over you slowly. He mouths everywhere besides the one place that aches most, making you squirm and whimper.
You wonder for a moment if he has forgotten your punishment altogether - it was uncharacteristic of Tom to have it be over so quickly, but the touch you were receiving as a result was intoxicating.
As if you had spoken the thought out loud, Tom answered.
“This is for me,” He said, “You don’t get to come until I’m finished with you.”
Your hips twisted in response to his words, earning you a swift smack on the inside of your thigh.
“No whining,” Tom said sharply before burying his face into you. He finally circles your clit with his tongue, grasping your legs harder as you writhe under him. His tongue traces up and down your pussy, stopping to enter you before coming back up.
Tom brings his hand up to meet his mouth, allowing his fingers to take over your clit while his tongue fucks into you.
You toss your head back and arch your back off of the couch in pleasure. Your hands tingle with the urge to grasp anything around you, but you quickly lace them together and do as you were told.
“Look at me,” Tom demands, and your eyes meet him as he continues. He brings his fingers down and teases you for only a moment before slipping two fingers deep inside of you. You let out a gasp as his tongue circles relentlessly on your clit.
“You look at me while I’m playing with you. When you’re sore tomorrow, I want you to remember who did this to you.” Continuing to pump his fingers into you, you can feel him reach his other hand down to grasp his cock.
“Your cheeks are so red,” Tom notices, “I wish I had a mirror so you could see how desperate you look right now. You’ll just have to watch me fuck you instead.”
“Daddy,” you choke out, unsure of what to say next. You know what you need to say, but you also know you must do as you were told.
Tom brings his head up, continuing to move his fingers. “Yes, darling?”
“I need- um, I can’t-”
He cuts you off quickly. ‘What did I tell you,” He speaks quickly before returning his mouth to your pussy, almost challenging you to disobey him.
Your eyes shut and you let out a stifled moan, fighting to delay your orgasm. You can feel it building up so tightly inside of you, like a ball of rubber bands ready to snap.
“Please stop, Daddy- gonna come,” You say through gritted teeth.
“You’re not,” Tom states simply, unrelenting on your clit.
The tension at the base of your stomach is building up and tears build in your eyes. You wish so badly to be good, but you know you cannot hold back much longer.
“Oh my god,” Your eyes roll back and you can feel yourself begin to tip over the edge. You cry out and Tom’s tongue is off of you in a moment; his fingers leave your body just before you are able to crash down. You shake - hard - willing the tightness in your body to fade. Tom strokes the inside of your thigh for a moment before standing.
“My good girl,” he whispers, “doing so well for me.”
He leans down to place a kiss on your forehead, and another on your lips. You can taste yourself for a moment, realizing now how badly you’ve needed to feel him so close.
He pulls back before speaking, “What do you need, my darling?”
You reach out to him and grasp for his cock, but he pulls back.
“Ask nicely,” Tom reminds you.
“I need you,” you say desperately, “Need you to fuck me.”
It takes only a second for Tom to toss one of your legs over his shoulder, settling over you on the couch. He reaches down to stroke your cheek before pressing his cock into you.
“Shit,” he breathes, “Your cunt is so good, baby. You’re so good for Daddy.”
You can whine in response and reach for his hand as he drives his cock into you harder. He interlocks his fingers with yours and finds a resting place for you both above your head. His other hand finds your throat. You lean into his touch and feel his grip tighten around your neck.
“You like that?” Tom asks. “You like how I fuck you?”
You nod feverishly, holding his hand tighter.
“Is there anyone else who can fuck you like this? Even you can’t pleasure yourself how I can,” Tom says through gritted teeth. He lets out a low moan as presses deep inside of you.
“No-nobody. Only you, Daddy,” You manage to say in between breaths and the weight of Tom’s hand around your neck.
He squeezes the sides of your throat and you begin to feel the floaty, tingly sensation you love so much. It’s overwhelming to the point that you forget how to breathe, but you know Tom will take his hand away if you slip too far. You force yourself to take a breath as your vision begins to swim.
“You look so beautiful taking my cock.” Tom takes his hand off of you for a moment, giving you time to recover as he continues fucking you. “Are you going to come for me like a good girl?” He moves his hand up to your mouth as he speaks. You take his fingers in and nod.
He then moves his hand down to your clit, and you are brought right back to the edge you almost tipped over minutes ago. Tom works to stroke your clit in time with his cock, making you shudder. This time, he doesn’t object.
“Daddy- may I please-”
“Not yet.” He cuts you off before working his hips and his fingers harder into you. You kick your foot out in protest.
“I can’t,” You whine.
“Yes you can, lovely, you’re being so good. Keep being a good girl for me.” He grunts as you tighten around him.
“Can I please come, Daddy?” You cry out, feeling tears well up in your eyes.
“Yes, darling, you may come now. Come for me.”
The moment you hear the words come out of his mouth, you are crashing down. You moan and feel your back arch off of the couch once more as waves of pleasure course through you. Your thighs try to press together, but are blocked by Tom still fucking you through it. Your stomach and legs twitch as you ride out your orgasm.
“Wow,” Tom breathes, “Look how pretty you are when you come for me. Not done with you yet, though.”
Tom gives you only a second or so before he picks his pace up once more, moving his hand to cup your cheek rather than your throat. He reaches down to kiss you, breathing into your mouth more than anything.
“Fuck,” Tom tosses his head back again, “Do you want Daddy to come on you, lovely?”
“Yes please, Daddy,” You beg, “I want you to come on me. On my face.”
Tom smiles darkly, “You want Daddy to come all over that pretty face?”
You nod silently and he gives you a few more thrusts before motioning for you to move. You scramble down to your knees and look up to Tom, sticking your tongue out and waiting sweetly. He strokes his cock for a moment before he is cursing and streaking your face in white. He rests the tip of his cock on your tongue, and you take the chance to wrap your lips around him.
“Oh, god,” He groans as he watches you take his come into your mouth. He allows you to take him into your mouth even further, his hips stuttering.
“Look at you, so gorgeous.”
After a moment, he pulls his cock out and pulls you back onto the couch with him. You curl into his side quietly, still feeling the static-y, fuzzy feeling that you know will last for a few hours. He pets your side, then your cheek, and places soft kisses in the trail of his hands. He leaves your side only for a moment to retrieve a cloth, which he uses to clean you off as you lay sweetly in your spot on the couch. You allow him to clean off your face, and Tom kisses the tip of your nose to signify that he is finished. You both continue to lay together in silence, enjoying each other's soft skin and the comfortable warmth you have created.