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“Keep your hands above your head.”
Dr. L's deep voice commanded her. It’s not like she had much choice but to listen to him. Now…if that knowledge made her skin pulse…if knowing she had to obey wasn’t even a choice she had anymore…well, that pleasure was known only between her and him in her New York apartment where the rest of the world was locked safely away. No need to worry about work, or her parents, or any other stresses in a young, adult girl's life.
Like a good girl, her hand stayed up by the headboard, tied together with his silk tie that never left red marks on her wrists, no matter how much she pulled on the fabric. Her blindfold was also silk, but it was something he bought for her…her only gift during their several month long...relationship.
“There we go…” He cooed, and she wished she knew where he was in the room. She felt like prey in her own bedroom. She felt lost like she was turned around in the forest like a hunted deer. He knows where she is, safely laying on her back on her far too expensive mattress, but she doesn’t know where he was. Was he sitting on the chair in the corner? She quickly cleaned her room before he arrived so the chair was no longer drowning in dirty laundry. Or was Dr. L standing at the foot of the bed? Was he watching over her or did he have his back to her, trusting her to behave?
She turned her head in the direction of his voice, only for a gentle hand to guide it back. She jumped ever so slightly at the sudden touch of his cold hand. “Sorry…” She mumbled out. She hated it when he would have to correct her small mistakes. She liked behaving. She lived for obeying and following his rules. It made her feel something that twisted her gut. Was it disgust due to how easily she lets him in and lets him please her? Her mind was far too fried to care anymore. Instead, all she could think about was the ache of want between her legs. She had called him crying earlier, the stress of her job from the long week finally taking its toll. She called and he arrived not even fifteen minutes later to find her ready and kneeling on the bed. She already had her blindfold on.
“You’re okay, honey.” He kissed her bare collarbone before the bed shifted under his weight. A warm chuckle fills the bedroom as he takes in the sight of her dripping core. Maybe out of embarrassment for making a mess or due to the shame of getting so turned on for a man she can’t even see, she closed her thighs with a firm smack of skin. The kind of reaction one would have to touch a hot stove. “Ah…ah…ah. Did I tell you to do that?” His laughter died, replaced again with his disappointment. His hands found her thighs and pushed them open. “Color, Andrea?”
“Green, sir.” She said, goosebumps rising on her skin as the wetness of her core meets the cold air of her room. She wondered if he opened her bedroom window to let the autumn city air in.
Dr. L hummed while placing himself between her legs. “Then keep them open.” He said against her ear, and she whimpered. He kissed the skin just below her ear as his cold fingers traced her slit. His disappointment faded as he felt just how ready she was. “You always get so wet for me…are you wet like this before I even arrive or is it my touch that makes your body so needy?” He asked while pushing his middle and ring finger inside of her.
Andrea gasped, squeezing his fingers as she turned to his voice. “Y-you!” She pleaded as the man moved down her body, kissing her soft belly. She hated that she couldn't see his face. She never knows what face he makes when he looks at her bigger body. Does he find it disgusting? Would he say so if he did? He could just say the word, and she would change. Yes- she would be sad, but she would still do so-
A hand grabbed her chin quickly. “Don’t get lost in your pretty, little mind, sweet girl. I don’t need to see your eyes to know you’re thinking too hard.” He said, not a trace of a tease in his tone. He was dead serious, and her stomach curled at the thought that someone could care so much about her like that.
She nodded the most she could with his hand on her chin. “Sorry- I was just thinking,” Andrea admitted. He gave out some unapproving clicks of his tongue as his thumb pressed her clit harder than necessary for her to feel it. Her body jumped at the pressure, and she knew he’s disappointed in her.
“Focus on me, baby doll. You know I am more than willing to leave you needy until you’re willing to admit you need me here because you’re stuck in your head too often.” He scolded, rubbing her. She knew he would leave if he felt like she wasn’t paying enough attention to him. He’s done it before. He pulls away and walks off. She hates when he does it, since she never knows when it’s safe to take off her blindfold.
“Yes, sir.” She mumbled, and he stuck his other thumb in her mouth, pressing it against her teeth as she bit down. He pushes it back into her throat until her body naturally responds with a gag, causing him to pull it back, resting it on her inside cheek.
“No attitude. You called me here, remember?” Dr. L leaned back into her ear as his fingers pumped in and out of her. “You had a hard day at work and needed to relax, remember? I can still hear your pitiful voice when you called me earlier. I didn’t have to show up-” His fingers pressed her g-spot, watching as her body jumped. “-but I knew you needed me. I’m so nice, aren’t I?” He teased, grinning even though she couldn't see it. As her chest rose and fell, he leaned down to suck on one of her hardened nipples on her ample breast.
She whined, her back arching off the bed as she moved her hands to try to stabilize herself. He pulled the thumb from her mouth, instead using his hand to hold down hers. He smiled, knowing her mind and body are finally giving in to him completely. “Please-”
She begged, but was cut off by a firm kiss. Andrea moaned into his mouth as he slowly pressed a third finger into her. His kisses tasted like smoke and had a hint of sweetness in the back of his mouth. He smiled against her mouth as the sounds of his actions filled the room. Her wetness coats his fingers just the way he likes. He knew her body well at this point…he knew his beautiful girl is going to finish soon. Where’s the fun in that?
He pulled away, watching as a strand of spit connects them for a moment. He sat up, pulling out his right hand in the process, which rewarded him with a beautiful, needy moan from the gorgeous woman below him. “I’m sorry, princess.” He said mockingly as he licked his fingers. To give Andrea back her pleasure, he pushed his knee against her core, his black slacks becoming wet with her right away.
“Ohhhh, fuck-” She moaned out, knowing curse words are banned. He lets it slide with a firm slap to her clit as a warning. “S-sorry-” She said, but her voice wasn't apologetic as her hips started moving to give herself pleasure. Most times, he enjoyed giving her pleasure and being in control, but when she’s had a hard day and simply needs to tire herself out, he can be more flexible with her rules. It’s one of her perks, since she’s such a good girl most of the time. It’s easier to be nicer to Andrea.
“Don’t let it happen again.” He warned, keeping a firm hand on her wrists as her hips moved to hump his knee. Dr. L watched as her mouth opened slightly to let out a silent moan. Her hips speed up so he uses his free hand to rub her clit once more.
“Yes! YES! Please!” She cried out, her body twisting in pleasure as he gave her just what she needed. His own hard cock throbs in his slacks, not that he would ever take it out. Right now is all about her; the only satisfaction he receives is being the one to give it to her. His own problem can be taken care of in a warm shower with his right hand and memories.
He smiled, rubbing quicker. “Aw- are you a good girl, Andrea? Come on, say it for me.” He commanded lightly as he kissed her shoulder. Her gasps came quicker and shorter together. He moved his mouth, biting her nipple before twirling the pink nub between his tongue.
“I’m a good girl!” She screamed, and he mockingly gasped as her peak came quickly, wetting her floral bedsheets. He pushed his knee ever so harder, and the girl whined. However, the whine was paired with a breathless smile that would make men fall to their knees if she gave it away so easily. But he knew her…he doubted she even knew how breathtaking she was. A deep part of his gut purred as that thought makes him want to worship and break her at the same time…
“You got it, baby…keep going. Come on…ohhh, there we go! That’s my girl.” He praised as she rode out her high on his knee. He kissed her, swallowing her cries of satisfaction. She kissed him back as her hips slowed down to tiny jolts. Her nerves made her twitch as her tired hips stopped moving. Andrea panted while her tears of climax rolled down her face under the blindfold. A gentle thumb wiped them away.
Dr. L gently kissed Andrea's body, worshipping her the way she deserved until his mouth met her core. She gasped even though she expected it slightly. She wasn't shocked when his tongue found her clit, but she still moaned regardless. He watched her with darkened eyes as his mouth pleased. It didn't take long for the woman to start trying to build her pleasure by moving her hips over his mouth. However, a strong hand pushed her hips to stay on the bed. She whimpered, wanting so much more than what he was giving her at the moment.
"Ah- ah- ah, Andrea. I just praised you, don't make me look like a fool by acting like a slut." Dr. L commented as his tongue found its way to her entrance. He smiled against her wetness as she threw her head back in ecstasy. She was like a putty in his hand, but neither of them really minded.
From seeing just how much she was enjoying herself, the man picked up his speed with his mouth. He wanted to do everything in his power to overstimulate the girl. She was cutest when she was a mess on her bed for him. He moved back to her clit, sucking the sensitive nub. "Oh please!" Andrea cried out breathlessly. He smiled once again, sucking harder before pulling away with a pop of his mouth. Andrea's body doubled over, her tied hands moving to the back of his head to bring back her pleasure. With all the strength the needy girl could find, she squeezed her thighs around his head, pushing his face against her once more. Her pathetic whines filled the room as she grinded on his face, desperate for her next orgasm. However, Dr. L wasn't a weak man so it wasn't hard for him to pull away, and flip Andrea onto her stomach. "No!" She screamed, not in command but more in a whine.
A sharp slap came onto her bottom. "Who's in control here?" Dr. L asked coldly, whispering in her ear.
"Y-you!" She screamed before slap number two came on the other side. She didn't know what was wrong with her answer. "Dr. L!" She tried again- another quick slap. "I DON'T KNOW!" She pleads before four quick spanks land.
"Who am I?" He asked, rubbing her ass as if warming up. What a terrible question. She didn't know the answer and he knew that. However, it came to her.
"Daddy." She mumbled into the pillow below her. He let out a laugh through his nose before raising his hand and continuing to spank the poor girl. Six more arrived, each other shaking not only her round ass but her whole bottom with how strong they were. "DADDY!"
"Yes, baby?" Dr. L asked like he was completely unaware of what he was doing. She whimpered- pathetically- and he coos. "Ohhh...I see." His fingers find her pussy like earlier, however this time they are much more teasing. "God- you're wetter than before. You really are pathetic, Andrea." Her body shivers. The thing about this man was the way he said her name. Like he was always calling out to her. Always trying to make her feel like the most important thing in the world. An-dre-a. He would say it slow and husky. The syllables never got mushed together. They were always slow. Like he had years of practice repeating the name. "Are you gonna cum, baby?" He asked, mockingly.
His fingers find her clit, rubbing slowly. She nods, biting the pillow. "No, you're not. You know why? Because no matter how often you act up, you are still daddy's good girl and you need daddy's permission. Underneath all the bratting and the back talk and the crying- you're-" His fingers push deep into her. "-a-" In and out quickly they go. "-good-" Oh holy hell. "-fucking-" Andrea's blindfold was slipping but it didn't matter since all she was seeing was stars. "-girl!"
With one finally thrust of his fingers, Andrea squirts on her bed. It's long and pathetic as she apologizes. "I'm sorry-" She whines with every wave of her orgasm. "So- so sorry-" She grips the bedsheets as if trying to stable herself. His hand covers her eyes, fixing his blindfold as he kisses her back. "So-sorry- d-DADDY!" She gasps as another spank comes on her bottom. In a couple seconds, nine laid on her, each of them making her cry out louder than the last. But finally- his hand stops.
Andrea listens and feels as the mattress moves down her bottom. His lips gently place a kiss on her reddening bottom. "You're just perfect, princess. Daddy isn't upset...you got your pleasure." Another kiss. He keeps going until her breathing has slowed, and her tears have mostly dried. He gently rubs her bottom. It was likely hurt for a few hours, but it's nothing he knows she can't take. With one final kiss, Dr. L moves back up, gently turning her over onto her back once more. His lips find hers, and her tied wrists go over his neck, pulling him close.
Slowly- carefully- Dr. L pulled away. He crawled off her bed, knowing her apartment well by now. He walked into the adjustment bathroom to wet a washcloth. When he came back with the damp cloth, she was lying there with her hands still tied, but now resting on her belly with her blindfold still on.
He sat on the bed, slowly wiping her clean. “How are you, baby?” He asked, starting with the sweat on her forehead, pushing back her damp bangs with his hand. He cleaned the warm skin before moving to her neck.
“G-good…” She says as her chest rises and falls. He hums, finishing cleaning her up. He never wants to actually hurt her. She’s the only person that makes him feel somewhat human…it’s selfish, isn’t it?
“Good. I want her to drink water after I leave, okay?” He commands more than asks, and she nods. He'll probably be driving home when his phone buzzes with a picture of a cup of ice water on her kitchen counter.
The man stood up with a sigh- or maybe a groan due to his age. He did a once-over of the room to make sure he didn’t leave anything before slowly untying her hands. He pocketed the tie before stepping out of her bedroom. Dr. L knew she knew the rules. No removing the blindfold until waiting two minutes after the front door closed. It ensured she never saw his face.
Like a good sub, Andrea counted to 120 in her mind, and then some extra just in case, before sitting up. She slides the blindfold off her head, playing with the band before setting it on her bedside table. She felt better…her troubles about her day at work were gone…but she still felt lonely. A part of her always did when she called Dr. L to her, knowing she can never know him like she would prefer to.
Andrea sighed, getting off the bed with shaky thighs. Calling him here felt little different to simply pleasing herself with her own hand. And yet, it was still so much more. With a bite of her lower lip, she leaned over, tucking the blindfold into her drawer until next time. She knew herself well...she knew she would contact him again. She always did. It was an addiction. She just hoped he had the same one as her.
She straightens her spine, and is rewarded by a satisfying crack in her lower back. Time to get water. She wouldn’t want to upset him now. She bites her lip as she slides on her slippers and robe, beginning her walk to the kitchen, a slight cramp in her left thigh and a burning on her bottom.