Fantasies From an Unemployed Writer

“So, I got something new…” I said, slowly.

You looked up at me from the couch. “What?”

I pulled out a leash from my tote bag and held it out for you to see.

Your eyes widened. “What are you gonna do with that?”

I motioned for you to get up.

Carefully, you got up and started to walk up to me.

My eyes went to the black leather collar that was wrapped around your neck. Hanging from the collar was a circular chain. I clipped the leash to the chain. I wrapped the end of the leash around my wrist. Looking into your eyes, I gave the leash a hard tug.

“Oh!” you cried, as you were pulled forward.

I smirked, as I grabbed your waist to steady you. “Wanna give it a proper go?”

You smiled at me. “What exactly did you have in mind?”

“Oh, a lot.” I tugged you behind me, as I walked back to the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, my hands found your waist. Our lips found one anothers in the darkness of the room. My hands went under your shirt. I ran my fingers in circles over your waist. My kisses traveled down your neck. Along the way, I left bites that left you chuckling.

“My job,” you cried.

I smiled. “Well everyone can know that you’re owned.”

You smiled at me. “Oh my gosh.”

I grabbed your shirt and pulled it off you. Taking a breath, I took you in: the curves of your breasts, the collar tight around your neck, the outline of your hips. I grabbed onto the leash. As I bit my lip, I slightly tugged on the leash. It forced you to walk forward into my arms. My lips went back to yours. Slowly, my hands slid up and down your back before slipping into your sweatpants. My hands cupped around your ass, as I kissed you deeper. I pressed myself against you hard enough to force you back. As we walked backwards, the bed tripped you up, catching your fall.

I wrapped the leash back around my wrist. As I straddled your waist, I tugged on the leash little by little to raise you up to me. I kissed you gently once more before those kisses continued down your body. Taking a moment to admire your breasts. I kissed around each of them. Whichever wasn’t getting attention from my mouth was getting attention from my hand. I pinched and teased one nipple, while the other felt the swirls coming from my tongue. Your body arched up to me, as you moaned ever so slightly.

I continued to kiss down your body. My hands slid down from your side to your hips. I grasped them hard, as my kisses continued down your stomach. My fingers hooked around your pants, as I tugged them down slowly. As you were stepping out of them, I kissed along your thighs. I took a moment to look at you basked before me. A beautiful body all for me and just me.

My kisses started at your knee, as I kissed up slowly and carefully. Your body started to arch towards the closer I got to your center. I waited a moment before my tongue hit your desired spot. You immediately groaned. I went slow as my tongue explored every crevice of you. Your hands went into my hair, as you pushed my head down further into you. My tongue licked and swirled all around you. Your moans filled the air, playing out like music. One of my hands reached up around your thighs. I inched it up higher and higher before it entered you.

You cried out.

My other hand wrapped the leash around itself before I tugged on it. I continued to pump my fingers in and out of you over and over.

“Fuck!” you cried.

“You’re so pretty for Daddy, you know that.”

“Fuck!”

My speed increased at the sound of you crying out for me.

You drew your nails across my back over and over. I wasn’t in pain, but I knew they’d leave a mark.

“Fuck, Daddy! Fuck, fuck!” you cried.

“Let it out, sweetheart,” I whispered.

You cried out as your body shook.

I pulled out my fingers from you, as you breathed heavily. You looked at me. I sucked on your fingers, covered in your taste.

“Flip over,” I demanded, as I slapped your thigh.

“So demanding,” you said.

I smirked. “I’m sorry. Were you or were you not just calling me Daddy?”

You smiled as you flipped over to your knees. You immediately arched your back, presenting your perfect ass to me. I smiled, running my hands over it.

“So, pretty for me,” I whispered. I gave you a hard smack on your ass that caused you to moan slightly.

Slowly, I entered you with my index and pointer fingers. You immediately start moaning, causing me to pick up speed. With my other hand, I wrapped the leash around my wrist. The harder I pounded into you the tighter I pulled on the leash.

“Fuck, Daddy,” you cried.

I leaned down close to your ear, giving a slight tug on the leash. “Who do you belong to?” I asked.

“You,” you moaned.

“Louder.”

“You.”

“Louder!”

“You, Daddy!”

I smiled. “That’s right.” I sat back up straight. With my hand still wrapped around the leash, I placed that hand over your ass. I was still pumping my fingers in and out of you at a steady rhythm.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for Daddy and come for me?” I asked.

“Yes…” you whispered.

I tugged on the leash. “Yes what?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You groaned. “Right there, Daddy. Right there…”

My speed quickened. “You better fucking come.”

“Fuck!”

You grasped onto the bedsheets before groaning loudly.

I pulled my fingers out of you, as you flipped and collapsed on the bed on your back. You closed your eyes, as you regained your breath.

Gently, I tugged on the leash. “So…what do you think?”

You smirked. “I had fun.”

I smiled. “I’m glad. I’ve got lots of ideas for us to try.”