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She rang the bell and was surprised at how quickly he opened the door. Smiling, he took her bag and let her into the living room.He gathered her in his arms, closing them around her snugly, stroking her hair.“How is my baby girl tonight? It’s been far too long since I’ve seen you.”She smiled, finding herself melting at his use of the term “baby girl.” She loved to hear him say it because it felt so natural to her, even though it wasn’t a regular thing.“I’m very well, and it has totally been way too long since the last time I was here with you,” she said softly.“Stupid responsibilities,” he murmured with a chuckle.He released her and took her face between his hands, pressing his lips to hers in a way that made her feel deeply owned.“For tonight,” she said, handing him a bag with a chilled bottle of sparkling wine.“Ah, wonderful,” he replied, taking it into the kitchen. “We’ll open that in just a moment. First, I want to look at you.”She stood there, a soft smile lighting her face. She wrapped her arms around his waist when he reached her again, and he leaned in and kissed her deeply this time. His tongue reinforced his possession of her as it caressed and probed her warm mouth.No matter how many times he kissed her this way it always left her breathless and quivering.Holding her hand, he led her into his bedroom, which was right off the living room. She was a bit surprised and wondered what he was doing, but followed obediently.“Bend over the bed for me, little girl,” he instructed.She smiled inwardly as she stretched her body over the bed, her feet planted on the floor. It seemed he wanted to administer her punishment right away this evening.Somewhere along the line, the idea that there was always a reason for her to be “punished” had become a joke between them. Usually, it Fatih escort bayan was because she was a few minutes later than he expected, or because she’d forgotten something small or hadn’t brought him a new story. Once it was even because she’d arrived at his home before he had! She wondered what the reason would be this time.“Such a good girl,” he said, stroking her back gently. “You know how much I treasure your obedience.”As she listened to his soothing voice, he slowly lifted her skirt, exposing her red ruffled panties.“Mmm, a little treat for me, I see,” he purred approvingly.His hand ran back and forth over the ruffles several times before he took hold of the waistband and pulled them down over her rounded cheeks.“There’s a sight I never tire of,” he said, caressing her bottom.Face down on the comforter she savored his touch, longed for more, sighing softly. She felt his open hands over her skin, his fingers closing as he grasped at her flesh, his thumbs tracing along the separation.He used his legs to push hers further apart, standing between them. She did not resist.“I have something for you,” he told her.“I’m sure you do,” she said, chuckling.He laughed.“Such a bad little girl you are!”“Mmhmm, and that’s why you have to keep punishing me, right?”“Well, of course,” he replied, amusement in his voice. “But I’m not going to punish you right now.”“You’re not?” she asked.“No, I’m not. You don’t have anything to say about that, do you?” he asked, that stern quality creeping into his tone.She shivered.“No.”“No, what?”“No…Daddy.”“Mmm, that’s my little girl. Stay right there now and don’t move.”She nodded and felt him move away from her. A moment later she heard him opening the locked door of the antique credenza on the far side of the Escort Fındıkzade bedroom. She was facing the other way and knew better than to turn her head. It wasn’t long before he was back standing behind her.“Were you a good girl?”“Yes, Daddy.”“Yes, it appears that you were. Now let’s see if you can guess what I have for you,” he said.She felt a poke on the back of her thigh and she tried to focus on the area.“Do you know what it is?” he asked, sounding amused.She giggled.“All I feel is a poke; it could be anything!”“Let’s try it again then.”This was another of the little games they shared. He would blindfold her or make her close her eyes and then touch or strike her with something. When he was hitting her, he would threaten to keep it up until she guessed correctly. Several times they had both ended up laughing so hard they had to stop.He touched the item to the back of her leg again, holding it at a different angle this time.“Is it…metal?” she asked, having detected a certain level of coolness.“Ah, yes, it is,” he said. “But that still doesn’t tell me what it is.”Her mind raced for a moment trying to think of what kind of impact toy was made of metal. The only one that came to mind was one called an “ugly stick”—and she didn’t want to entertain THAT possibility because that particular toy could deliver a great deal of pain.“Well? Any guesses, little girl?”She gulped.“An ugly stick?”He laughed.“Do you think I would use one of those on you?”“I hope not!” she said.“It’s not an ugly stick.”She was completely stumped.“I think I might need more of a clue,” she said coyly.“Oh, really? Well you know clues aren’t free, little girl.”“Yes, Daddy, I know.”He moved the item so that he could run the tip right along the crevice of her ass.“Do you Gaziosmanpaşa escort bayan know now?”She shivered and nodded.“It’s a new butt plug, isn’t it?”“It is,” he confirmed. “A very special one.”“Why is it special?”“Well, first of all, it’s special because I bought it just for you, baby girl. You’ll have to wait to find out what else makes it special, though,” he explained.He was still running the tip along the edge of one of her cheeks, and she was trying not to squirm.“Are you going to be a good girl for me while I put it in?” he asked, sitting down on the bed and leaning close to her face. She nodded.“Tell me,” he commanded.“I’ll be your good girl while you put the plug in, Daddy.”“Very good, little girl.”He rose and took the bottle of lube from the low table behind him, applying it liberally to the teardrop-shaped plug. His other hand began to rub and caress her, moving up the back of her leg to the inside of the thigh, just grazing her plump pussy before moving up onto her squeezable cheeks. He traced little circles over them with his fingertip, watching the goosebumps come out across her skin, then ran his finger up and down the separation.His touch drove her wild and she struggled to control her breathing and her movements. She loved being his obedient girl and was determined to make him proud.Applying some of the lube to his fingers, he began to work them up and down, preparing the way for the metal plug. When he reached her tight little opening, he massaged it, coaxing it into relaxation. Satisfied, he replaced his finger with the tip of the plug.“Nice slow deep breaths, baby,” he said, quietly.She took a long, deep breath, holding it for just a moment before blowing it out. As she inhaled again, she felt him penetrate her with the tip of the plug and she moaned.“Are you doing okay, little one?”“Yes, Daddy.”On the next breath, the widening teardrop began to stretch her open. He went slowly, watching carefully and listening for her breathing to go from faster back to normal. Only then would he continue.“You’re doing so well for me,” he cooed. “It doesn’t hurt, does it?”

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