Please Daddy ~ Ignite Giveaway 2020 Winner

This story contains elements of a Daddy Dom/little girl (DD/lg) relationship which is a submissive role-play of BDSM.  Mainly the wife likes calling her husband ‘Daddy’ and he calls her ‘Princess.’ If this or any other BDSM element is a hot topic for you, we suggest possibly reading one of the many other brilliant stories written here on MH.  We all want to keep this a safe place for Christians to share their sexual journey while encouraging one another, never a demeaning or condemning atmosphere.  Thank you and, to those who continue to read, enjoy.

___________________________________________________________________

Man, I haven’t written for MH in months.

It’s been a stressful year. I think back to some of the ideas I had started. The Sex Playlist series was fun, and I worked on a few more songs and started looking at the suggestions but never posted anything. Heck, even writing this story, I’ve had this outline written up since November, and this day itself happened back in early October I believe. (I also told the wife to write what happened herself, but she’s taking too long—I’m still going to read her account later…maybe post it? Hmmm, we’ll see).

At the time it had been a rough few months of constant arguing between the wife and me. We always try to keep it away from the babies, but every once in awhile, I would say something snide. Then she would slam something down, and there would be some more snide comments until one or both of us were too upset to speak.

But at this point, I’m sitting there watching another movie starring the best friends of My Little Pony, and all I can think about is, I’m horny, and she sure does look good. Even through all the arguing, my good little “slut” would figure a way to make up for it. There would be a few peaceful days after we made love and then back to the arguing. Our sex life hadn’t suffered at all, but sometimes I felt like that was the only thing that was keeping us together.

I was over it. The fighting. I was sick of it. I was sick of her screaming at me and getting sensitive over every little joke I made when I was trying to get back to my normal sarcastic self that made her laugh all the time. Instead of me getting a laugh, she would say something smart or rude back and I would tell her to calm down I was just joking with her. Then I would say something like, “Damn, I can’t joke with you anymore. I will just stop talking.” And then she would say, “That’s not what I meant! GAH!” Stomp, Stomp, Slam!

Again…it’s been a rough year.

But I wanted to get past it all, get back to who we were. I was tired of walking on eggshells. Fortunately, I knew my cock was able to help with a lot of that.

Evie was good with her Rainbow Rocks…again. Thank goodness The Friendship Games was coming out soon. I was tired of hearing those same songs…ugh. Like, I’m a Brony, but there is a limit to watching anything. Every day, when you have Netflix, Hulu, Amazon Prime, and Charter for a wide range of choices, is just going too far…

But I digress.

Little Michael had his crackers and loves MLP as much as his big sister, so they’re good. The movie just started so we’ve got plenty of time. Jean walks in from the kitchen after finishing her snack. I grab her by the hand and take her to the room. I tell Evie to watch her little brother, and she groans a reluctant, “Yes.” So much sass for a three-year-old, but I guess that’s my fault. I taught her that sarcastic attitude.

Jean is asking me, “What’s wrong?” as I close the door. While she’s facing the bed, I whisper in her ear that’s she’s in trouble, and I’m horny, so I’m going to get what’s mine.

The fun thing about being a Dom is pushing my Princess’s limits. I whisper she’s not allowed to cum until I say so. She must ask when she’s close but hold it until I give her the okay. She opens her mouth to protest, and I tell her to stop talking.

She must hold her climaxes until she has permission. Even if I keep going.

She asks if she can ask me to stop. I tell her no. She must hold it, and if she climaxes before I say so, she will get twenty with the belt.

“I’m not sure if I can handle twenty,” she coos. I’m dangerously close to her; I can feel the heat rising off her busty chest as her breath catches.

“Then I guess you better hold it,” I whisper back in her ear as I tower over her. “Oh, and before I forget, you’re not allowed to talk except to ask to climax or to answer any questions I have for you.”

“Okay,” she says with an excited groan.

“Excuse me?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I’m already hard to the point my pants hurt, but hearing that sweet voice of hers say Daddy causes me to jump against the restraints.

I already knew where I was going to start. I had been missing something since we had gotten married. I’ve said it before, but for all the new folks (hello!), we didn’t wait until we were married. But I’m thankful the two of us have only ever been with each other. And one thing I used to always do was woo her and take my time undressing her, probably into the first year of our marriage. Unfortunately—or fortunately, depending on how you look at it—with such easy access when married, that little spark can flicker away. Most of our encounters start with her asking for sex as we climb into bed for the night. No heated kissing or tickling fights or play fighting turning into sex. Questions—sex sometimes can be asked for if done correctly, but not always. If it always has to be asked for, it makes sex chore-ish, a request, a duty, instead of a passionate gift. That’s my opinion; it doesn’t have to be yours.

But today, I was going to take her back to when we were on the cusp of adulthood and take my time. Plus, it would add to the torture of how long she would have to hold it. I start with her neck. A gentle kiss. I look down and watch as her breath quickens, and her plump chest follows. I’m still behind her as I kiss up to the jawline, her cheek, and then bite her earlobe. A small hiss leaves her mouth as I gently grind my teeth.

My hands, they’re on their own journey as they caress her body. They reach down to her thighs and put a little pressure as they crawl their way up to her stomach, easing up just before grabbing her shirted breast. Then they slide back and head to her exposed arms, gently tracing up and down her goosebumps as her thin hair stands up on end. My fingers play with her fingers. Hers twitch slightly as I tap off of them to grab her shirt.

It’s over her head without a second thought. My mouth continues to leave kisses and gentle bites on the other side of her neck as I undo her bra. There is a small sigh from her as her hard nipples feel the cool air of the fan blow against them. My hands go back and grasp those big juicy tits as if life depends on them. She throws one of her arms up and runs her fingers through my curly dark brown hair. I quickly grab her hand, slap it back to her side, and whisper for her to not move. She swallows a little bit and whispers another, “Yes, Daddy, as I make my way back to her breasts.

Her nipples are so hard and just waiting to be pinched, but I grab under her breasts and gently bounce them in my hands as I continue to kiss her neck. My fingers trace her areolas as I make sure to leave her nipples wanting more. But I don’t leave them wanting long as I roughly grab them and pinch and pull.

She gasps in pleasure and that same arm goes up to grab me again. A chuckle mixed with a groan escapes her pursed lips as she brings it back down to her side.

I laugh in her ear and pull again. There is a small little bit of lactation since she’s pregnant again. I know, we’re shocked too! (read **Barely Breathing to understand why.)

I love how big her boobs get when she’s pregnant. They’re already big as it is, but they step their game up when she’s pregnant. And because they hurt, I get to touch them a lot… just to help her, of course.

She’s trembling now. Trying to stay still is taking its toll on her, so I decided to give her something to do. I push her over the bed and lean over with her. I kiss and scratch her back as I lean back up. With both of our jeans still on, I tell her to grind against me. Her moans start eagerly as her ass feels just how hard I am. I’m so hard and these pants are so constricting that it hurts, but I stay in control of her and myself. After the grinding pushes out a trail of pre-cum down my leg, I tell her to crawl up further on our king-size and lay down on her back.

My shirt finally comes off as she does what she’s told.

I lay down on top of her, our chest touching. She’s so hot that her ivory skin is turning that flustered cherry I love so much. There’s a lot of kissing and biting as our lips meet for the first time in those moments. I trace her jawline down to her chest, watching as a small smile creeps over her freckled face as I reach those hard nipples. Her areola is twisted a little, so I know she’s eagerly anticipating whatever I want to do to her. I bite and suck, feeling some of the undeveloped milk—colostrum—leak into my mouth. Not the greatest taste, but I know when she’s lactating that’s when she’s the horniest. This is our last kid, so I’m sure going to miss that.

My hands trace her thighs, massaging the inside next to that covered and beautiful pussy of hers. When I let my hand gently grace her slit, I see she’s soaking through her jeans. Taking my time has really paid off but now it’s time to have some real fun and let the torture begin.

Make no mistake about it, I’m horny and as hard as a rock. But she’s going to work for that first orgasm today. Without hesitating, I rip off her pants and underwear in one swoop. No resisting here. She blushes even deeper as the fan creeps over us again and her wetness gets a little chill from the movement of the air. I go down on her, touching and kissing her thighs and the outer lips but never, EVER going full pussy; not just yet.

Her legs are shaking uncontrollably, and I swear my cock is about to bust out of my pants, but I’ve still got this. My hand goes up and starts playing with her clit. My God, she is sopping wet. Another gentle tap, and then another. She breathes deeply each and every time, and her legs rupture with another shake. I start to put on a little more pressure and stay on her clit. I get going, faster and faster.

She’s there, right on the edge of the climax. That cliff is so appetizing; she’s been waiting so long and she wants to jump off.

“No,” I tell her when she asks. She groans as she forces herself to hold it. I know her limit, so a few more quick shakes and then I finally stop.

“That was only the first peak. It’s way too early,” I chuckle.

Suddenly there is a knock on the door. The two of us cover-up. I mean, I’m in my jeans, but it’s clearly obvious something is up and I don’t want my daughter to see. Jean’s hair is a mess and she’s flustered as she covers her chest and sits up with me. We say, “Come in, Evie,” at the same time.

“What are you guys doing?” she asks us.

“Nothing, we’re just laying down.”

“Don’t lie to your daughter,” I tell her. I’m big on staying truthful to our kids. My parents, as holy as they are, never want to admit when I caught them in lies, and as parents ourselves, we’re supposed to do better. No, I’m not about to tell my three-year-old I’m making mommy hold her climaxes.

“We’re playing a game, Evie,” I tell her. That’s as truthful as it’s going to get without traumatizing my daughter. I hear Awesome as I Wanna Be is about to begin in the Battle of the Bands. I tell her to go back out there and watch that and her brother. I hear Michael giggle from his highchair as the song begins and she runs off while closing our door.

As soon as the door is closed, I throw the covers off of Jean and slide her back down on her back. I’m sucking her nipple hard as I rub her clit as fast as my wrist will move. I press that little button of hers like my life depends on it, and even though she hasn’t cummed, she still is a mop bucket of lusciousness.

Her legs are causing earthquakes and tidal waves, and she asks for permission yet again.

“Nope,” I say with her nipple still in my mouth. By now, I can feel my pre-cum staining my underwear with excess, and I just have this desire to be in that pretty little mouth of hers.

“Play with yourself,” I demand, standing up off the bed to take off my pants. As I strip, my cock bounces loose. Even though I’m free, I’m in that hard mode where it just hurts to feel the blood pumping through every thin vein.

When I lay back down in the bed, I’m by her head so she can suck. She reaches up, and I tell her to just stroke it, still maintaining control over us both.

I notice she’s doing that weak pussy touch. I tell her to play with herself harder, and she pushes a little more, but not enough.

I use my hand to help her push harder, and she hisses in ecstasy. But when I let go, she softens up again.

“You better step up your game, or I’m going to do it for you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she moans as her legs tremble. Her hazel eyes look up at me sparkling with pleading.

“Last chance,” I say as she continues to stroke me. I’m leaking precum into her hand as she strokes it back on my cock, giving me some lube.

“Daddy?” she asks me innocently, but I know she’s playing games. Fine then, I’ll do it for her, but it’ll cost her. I smack her hand away and start playing with her clit hard and fast.

She asks within seconds, and I say no. But I don’t stop this time. That’s what she gets for playing games. Plead after beg is coming out of her. I keep telling her no. Finally, she says she’s going to if I don’t stop. She’s lasted a lot longer than I thought.

“You better hold it,” I tell her.

“I’m trying—gaaaa! But you’re not making it easy,” she growls at me. She’s not even stroking me anymore; she’s putting all her energy into holding it. I stop, and she sighs a breath of relief, but I quickly smack her pussy with my hand and she sputters again throughout her whole body.

“I said hold it,” I told her. I get down to her pussy with my mouth and begin to eat her out. Three times, I stay down there getting her closer and closer. She queries, and each time I tell her no as I keep going, only coming up to tell her to hold it. She’s all over my face, and she smells absolutely intoxicating. I tell her to play with her nipples as my cock continues to throb in pain waiting for its own release. She’s a quivering mess, and I love it. I know she does too, but holding it is getting rough for her.

I crawl back up and, this time, tell her to suck me. She greedily stuffs me into her mouth—anything to get her to climax. Or maybe to take her mind off the fact she has to climax…? Either way works.

I keep playing with her clit as she blows me and her other hand plays with her large tits, pinching those nipples just to give me an extra show.

“Does sucking Daddy’s cock help you control yourself,” I ask her. She pulls me out with a satisfying pop, and I’m dripping wet with her saliva.

“No,” she says as she strokes the mouth lube all over my cock before hungrily going back for more of me.

I moan with her as I continue to use my hand on her beautiful and sopping wet pussy. Her mouth is so warm, and her tiny, flustered, and freckled hand on my black cock looks so delicious.

“Not at all?” I ask her with a chortle through the groans.

“Uh-uh,” she moans, looking me in the eye as she shakes her head with my cock still stuffing her mouth. I look down, and as my hand continues to play with her, I see jelly in place of her legs. Her ankles can’t even hold them up anymore. She’s almost there, and well, I guess she’s suffered plenty.

“Daddy,” she groans, taking me out of her mouth and stroking her saliva with a tight grip on my hard cock. Even though I’m in pain from no release, she feels so good as she slides up and down on me with that grasp. “Daddy, please!? PLEASE, Daddy!?” she cries.

“Go ahead,” I whisper to her with a smile. Then I just watch as a door opens in her mind and release travels all the way down her body; the ripples rip through, hitting her lower half.

I knew she was going to squirt. When I make her hold it, she always does, but I had pushed her way beyond the normal time I let her hold it. She gushes everywhere. The flood gates fling wide as her pussy juices spray everywhere. My hand splashes them all over her legs before the large droplets fall down to soak our bed.

I’m laughing in a high stupor as she holds my cock. She groans and growls as her climax just keeps going and going for as long as I keep playing with her clit. She’s so loud that I’m afraid our daughter might run in to find out what’s wrong with mommy. There’s a large puddle appearing on our bed, and her legs look as if she just took a shower and didn’t dry off.

She finally grabs my hand and pulls it away so her climax can stop. I’m still laughing. She just had one of the biggest climaxes ever, and I gave it to her. There’s such a big release in my own mind that I had pleased my Princess that much.

I can’t wait to stick my cock in-between all that ripeness.

She’s soaked and breathing hard. I’m aching, and we’ve moved to another side of the bed to let that spot dry. That’s one of the benefits of having a king: make a mess, you get to move.

I kneel between her legs, and I can see her nectar’s just glistening off those pretty spotted ivory legs of hers. I know she’s been waiting this whole time to feel me in that stunning and soaked pussy of hers, and I don’t think she’s realized how much I’ve wanted to be right there as well. But someone was in trouble, and she had to work for it first.

I didn’t waste any time as I slid in. It’s like getting into a warm bath for the first time. I feel her drizzling legs shake with each inch that goes into her. I’m now damp on the outside of my legs, and my hips are swimming in that explosion of a climax she just had. I take it slow once my balls are resting against the crevice of her pussy. And I can tell just by entering her that she’s still on edge.

“You still have to ask for permission. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she says, and I flex within her as my ears hear that coo. She trembles as I jump, and her nails dig into my back while I slide back and forth. I’m flying high in her, surprised by how much control I have when I was aching so much earlier. Pound after pound, I don’t find myself getting anywhere near my climax, but in the back of my mind, I know I needed it badly.

As I go hard, I hear her moan, “Daddy?”

I tell her to hold it as I go harder. She grabs the nearest pillow and just starts screaming into it.

“DADDY! DADDY, PLEASE! GAAAAAAAH!” I feel her legs turning to gelatin again, and I know she’s close, so I tell her to go ahead.

It’s muffled, but I hear, “GAAAAAA-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” into that pillow as she climaxes so hard that she squirts again. I’m surprised. Normally she has to have me out to squirt, but this is one of those rare times she’s able to squirt on my cock. The fan blasts us at the same time, and I feel the freshening of her juices hit me, moaning right along with her. I slow to let her calm down.

I pull out, and she gasps. I chuck her over onto her hands and knees, watching that big ass lift up, and she throws herself back instantly to slide her pussy along my cock. She grinds again as I hang there underneath that rainfall, wanting so eagerly to get back into her.

“Oh, yeah?” I question smacking her ass. She moans in agreement. I grab her hips to pull her a little closer and slide myself in. Man, it feels so good to be in her again, even though it has been less than a minute.

She’s ready for me, and I know she loves how deep I can get and how hard I can go in animal style. I just go at it, still in control of myself. I’m so hard, and she’s a warm puddle I could swim in all day—but that movie the kids are watching is almost over. So, you know, I need to wrap this up soon.

“Daddy!?” she asks.

“Yes,” I said, and I feel her release herself all over me again. But this time I don’t stop because I know she can’t stop me. I keep going, harder and faster not letting her climax end until both of us are breathing hard. One last pound, and I let her fall on her stomach in a drizzly mess.

At this point, I’m ready to cum. I pull her back up to her knees, slip into her again, and whisper in her ear, biting her earlobe every other word as my hot breath warms the side of her face.

“I’m about to cum,” I say. She moans, wanting all of it.

“Do you want me to fill you up, or do you want me to cum all over you?”

“Mmmmhhh,” she says, thinking about it as I keep sliding in and out of her. I bite her shoulder as she makes up her mind.

“Whatever Daddy wants,” she says.

“Good answer,” I say, laughing. I lean back up and start going faster again. I feel the pressure building its way back up to the tip of my head. I tell her I’m going to pull out, and she’s going to quickly get on her back and let me cum all over those big titties of hers.

“Mmmmhmmm, yes, Daddy,” she moans before she gasps.

I pull out, and she’s a little slow at getting on her back. I see a stunned look, like How could he pull out of me like that!? but she quickly snaps out of it and lays down. I make a mental note to work on that later.

I hold it long enough for her to get there, but as soon as she’s down, I start stroking. Soon I’m exploding all over her chest. As the first couple of streams shoot past her chest and fall on the bed, I start playing with her clit, and she screams again to climax with me. I feel another big splash on my hands. As I slow my stroking down, I relax while playing with her clit. The two of us ease, finally finished not only with our lovemaking but also with all the arguing that had been going on for the past several months.

We’re a mess, but she needs an actual shower. The bed needs to really dry, so I turn on the other fan to get a cross breeze going as she walks to the bathroom. Her legs do their aftershocks with her towel covering her body. I hear the final battle song play for Rainbow Rocks, and I know I need to wipe myself up so I can get back to the kids. But I’m content. She’s listened to everything I told her to do, and I knew she was over all the fighting as much as I was.

______________________________________

Later that night when I get home from work, she’s laying on my side of the king-size bed and her biggest gush is still damp, uncovered and drying. I smiled to myself and climb in bed with her.

 

**Author’s Note: Barely Breathing was a story I wrote after almost losing my wife and you can read most of it here and here

 

Click on a heart to thank the author of this story!

Average rating / 5. Vote count:

No votes so far! Be the first to rate this post.

We are sorry that this post was not one of your favorites!

Help us understand why.

0 replies

Leave a Reply

Want to join the discussion?
Feel free to contribute!

Leave a Reply