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“No, please, don’t! I’m sorry.” “Not yet, you aren’t. But don’t worry, baby. You’re about to be.” Your smirk was cold and gleeful. I flinched. You bumped me back to start. Playing games at our holiday parties was a tradition we stayed true to, and Sorry! was always a good way to offset the holiday spirit. After all, what was better than seeing a face of terror when drawing a ‘Sorry!’ card? It was only a few more rounds until one of our friends won, and I quickly cleaned up the game and replaced it with silverware and napkins. You joined me in the kitchen as I began to fill our guests’ bowls, pressed up against my back. “Fuck, that smells good.” You murmured, dragging your hand down the side of my hip. “I know.” I smirked, ladling a spoonful of alfredo sauce onto a serving of pasta. “It’s a good holiday food. Plus, I know you like it, so.” I turned around, a bowl in each of my hands, and smiled up at you. “Now, give me a hand, yeah?” I requested, tilting my head up to plant a soft kiss on your lips. You kept your hands at my hips, holding me in place as you returned my gesture, half-grinding against me. I turned my head away, laughing a little. “Come on, Daddy. Later! We’ll have all the time you want after they leave. I promise.” I spoke under my breath, not wanting our guests to hear what I called you. They probably wouldn’t understand why I called you ‘Daddy,’ and I didn’t feel like explaining. Not wasting any more time, I gave you another quick kiss before returning to our dining room. Dinner started off well. Peter and Danielle were probably our best friends, so having them over was always nice. We talked about work, about the holiday season, a bit of gossip thrown in, and finally happened upon the subject of school. I fidgeted in my seat, staring Danielle down anxiously. She had already had quite a bit of wine, and she was feeling talkative. “You’re really good in school, aren’t you, Alexis?” She smiled, taking another drink. “Uh, yeah.” I bit my lip, crossing one of my legs over the other, then switching them. “I’m uh, on the Dean’s list.” I laughed under my breath, but internally, I was sweating bullets. Out of the corner of my eye I could see you smile at me; I could see the pride in Escort Küçükköy your eyes. After all, you had taken it upon yourself to help motivate me to study. You knew how important my grades were to me, and never having anyone to care about them before, I had asked you to help me maintain my straight A’s. We had studied for hours, you helped me with my homework, and even took time to make flash cards for my Japanese class. “Let me take your bowls.” I said quickly, standing and approaching Peter and Danielle. I could feel your eyes on me; you knew something was making me uncomfortable. “She did really well in her classes this year. She ended up with 103% in her Japanese class, you know!” You beamed, and I felt my stomach churn as I lifted Danielle’s bowl. Don’t say it, don’t say it. I begged in my mind, but the wine had taken over Danielle’s rational side. “Yeah, but she got a B in her Printmaking class!” She laughed, bringing her hand up to her mouth in an attempt to muffle her cackles. Fucking. Shit. I didn’t want to look at you; I knew you’d be disappointed, angry, or upset. Maybe all three! I hurried to the kitchen and put the bowls in the sink, pacing back and forth for a few moments. I could feel regret washing over me; nausea, even! I glanced up as you entered the kitchen, your eyes fixed on mine. You looked calm, but I could sense the oncoming storm. “I…” I searched for an excuse, an argument, a defense, but nothing came to me. You just outstretched your hand, silently asking for mine. I swallowed thickly, and after a slight hesitation, took your hand. You walked me through the dining room and excused us in front of our friends. “We’ll be right back. Just have to get the gift exchange ready.” You smiled, knowing our friends were a little too tipsy to care, anyway. “Come on, baby.” You said to me quietly, and I felt like Boy Scouts were practicing knot tying on my stomach. Once we were in our bedroom, you closed the door and sighed. “Sit on the bed.” You told me calmly, and I obliged, staying silent. “You really got a B?” “Yes.” I admitted. “How long have you known?” “Since a day or two after school ended. I didn’t want to tell you, I knew you’d be upset.” I mumbled, glancing Mecidiyeköy escort up at you. “I’m not upset, I’m disappointed. But not because of your grades. You know better than to lie to me, Alexis.” You put your hands in your pockets, and I sucked uncomfortably at my lower lip. You used my first name; shit, this was serious. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I just…Dennis is such an ass, you know? And I tried as much as I could in his class, but I just wasn’t good enough, okay? I got an A on the final test, I got a B- on the midterm. But I just wasn’t artistic enough or something, okay?” I was getting defensive and upset, gritting my teeth to keep tears from forming in my eyes. “Hey, hey.” You approached me and knelt in front of me, taking my hands in yours. “You did your best, alright? Don’t be upset about your grades. You still got A’s in all of your other classes, right? And you had the highest grade in your Japanese class!” You could see me beginning to falter and cupped my cheek in your hand. “I’m still proud of you, okay? Look at me.” You said softly, and I reluctantly lifted my eyes to meet yours. I nodded softly, feeling your thumb brush over my cheek as you began to smile. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I shouldn’t have lied to you. I won’t do it again.” I sighed, finally calming down and becoming stable again. “Good. But of course, you’ll have to be punished.” You stood from your position of kneeling, and I looked up at you, biting at my lip again. I didn’t argue or object, and just nodded again. “Get off the bed. Get on your knees.” “Wait, now? But our friends are —” “Don’t make me repeat myself.” Your voice was stern, and I dared not go against your order. I knelt on the floor, resting my hands on my thighs. “Now, you want to make it up to Daddy, don’t you, princess?” You asked, brushing your thumb against my cheek again. I nodded in response, but you quickly slapped my face, making my cheek sting. “Use your words. Unless you want me to take them away?” “I’m sorry, Daddy. Y-yes, I want to make it up to you.” I quickly responded, looking up at you with eager, anxious eyes. “Good.” You smirked, unfastening your belt. My eyes were fixated on your hands, which deftly pulled at the leather of Merter escort bayan your belt, then at the button of your pants, exposing your already-hardening cock. You grabbed a fistful of my hair and began to move my head forward, rubbing my face against your cock. “Beg for it. Show me what an eager little slut you are for me.” “Please, Daddy, please let me taste you. I just want to make you cum. Let me show you that I can be a good girl, please! You can take away my orgasm privileges, they’re not important. Please, Daddy, just use me to get off!” I pleaded, desperation taking over as you continued to pull at my hair. I looked up at you, opening my mouth and sticking my tongue out. You seemed relatively pleased by my begging, and leaned down, spitting in my mouth. I closed my eyes, feeling goosebumps rise on my skin as you degraded me. Without so much as another word, you yanked my hair again, pushing your cock into my mouth. I could feel you throbbing as you fucked my mouth, and I struggled to keep up with your pace. I sucked hungrily, bobbing my head in rhythm with your thrusts. You pushed forward, forcing your cock as far as it would go into my throat. “Open your fucking eyes.” You growled down at me, and I immediately made them flicker open, feeling them water already. Your cock was a lot to take, but I was determined to please you, so I held it in my throat for as long as I could. I shifted a little, feeling the urge to gag rising up, forming tears in my eyes. “What’s wrong, baby? It’s not too much for you, is it?” You mocked me, brushing my hair out of my eyes as you watched me struggle to take your cock. I whimpered around you, sending vibrations down your shaft, and you hissed in approval. Even so, this was a punishment, and it wasn’t supposed to be easy street for me. You made that clear as you began rocking your hips forward, forcing your cock further into my throat. I couldn’t fight the urge anymore and coughed, choking on your length. I pulled back, a long strand of saliva hanging from the tip of your cock to my quivering lips. I wiped it away, coughing a few more times. My makeup was smeared, and you grabbed my chin, examining my face for a moment. You smiled as I panted softly, still trying to catch my breath. “Show me how thankful you are to suck my cock.” It was a simple request, and I was happy for the opportunity to please you in my own way. I lifted my hand and wrapped it around your cock, stroking firmly and steadily.

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