Most girls with dead-beat dads end up searching for validation from older men. Daddy kinks are popular for a reason. I understood why they felt that way. When you don't get love from the one man who is supposed to love you unconditionally, you need to fill that void somehow. I was lucky that Reid stepped in to fill that void of a father in my life, to become the dad I never had. I never had a desire to explore those kinds of kinks. My issues with my dead-beat bio-father left me a whole other kind of complex.
Up until the age of six, the sperm donor did everything he could to make my mom's life a living hell. I knew his visitations weren't so he could spend time with me. I just had to watch helplessly as he knocked my mom's confidence, bragged about his conquests, and antagonized her at every opportunity. I began to try to defend her, I would make visitations horrible for him whenever I could. Loudly complaining, being picky about food, bragging about Reid when he came around, and just being as sassy as humanly possible. My grandma was always teaching me new ways to be a pain in his ass when she would watch me. I will always love her for that.
The sperm donor created pure chaos in my life. I had no control over anything. I had to go to visitations or my mom would get in trouble. I still remember sitting on my living room floor with Reid, Mamma, and Will as Mamma told me that the sperm donor was filing for full custody. I remember a year of being dragged to therapists. I remember having to sit outside the courtroom as the adults decided if I was going to live with a man I didn't know. I remember when I was seventeen when Mamma and Reid had to sit me down and tell me that the sperm donor was getting out of jail. They told me how when Mamma was seventeen, just like I was, the sperm donor had coerced her, groomed her, into being with him. That he'd done it to several other women as well. That revelation fucked me up. My world was completely out of control, and I didn't know how to fix it.
So, I found myself wanting to control everything. It got out of hand in many ways, especially as a teenager. I fucked up a few friendships and relationships until I found the BDSM community in college. Most of it wasn't really for me, I was more into the dynamic between dominants and their submissives. It gave me a safe environment to deal with my control issues, plus it was a hell of a lot of fun. It's also kept my control issues out of my friendships and I could focus my control in the bedroom instead of taking over every aspect of my relationships. Plus, therapy helped me identify my issues, but that's not important right now.
What's important, is that my control issues have somehow landed me with an international rock star on my lap begging to be controlled and fucked by me. The power trip was almost as good as a performing high. I moved my hand from caressing her cheek to her ponytail pulling gently. Her moan as her eyes fluttered close went straight to my center. Her slightly parted pillowy lips were too irresistible to ignore any longer. I pulled her down and crashed her lips to mine.
Her kisses were slightly clumsy, but I didn't care. I took the lead. I moved my lips punishingly over hers drawing whimpers from her. I felt her tongue run over my lip but I denied her. I chose when the kiss would be deepened. I was in control.
I felt her tongue run over my lip again and I pulled her back by her ponytail. She let out a cry as she looked at me with wide eyes. I grinned. "You'll take what I give you Lenora. Do you understand?"
Her head bobbed up and down in agreement. I only had to raise my eyebrow for the words to come spilling out of her lips. "I understand."
I leaned in and placed an open-mouth kiss on her neck. I felt her entire body shudder on top of me. I loved that I was doing this to her. My sexy little rock star was absolute putty in my hands. I let my lips explore her neck. Her needy pants filled the room. Once she was trembling in my arms, I brought her lips back down to mine. I wasn't teasing this time either. The second my tongue hit hers she moaned. Her hips grinded into mine. I brought my hands down to her waist and started pushing up her tank top. In seconds it was flying behind us. My shirt followed after.
I twisted us so I had her on her back on the couch. I made sure her legs wrapped around me as I devoured her. She tasted so good. The taste of sweet wine on her lips, the needy moans, the way her hips were moving. I made quick work of pulling off her black lacy bra and sat back to take in the view. Her tits were small but they would fit perfectly into my hands. The tattoos across her ribs caressed the feminine curves adding to the beauty. I wanted to kiss every inch of those tattoos. I leaned down, pressing a kiss on the tattoo of a sword on her sternum.
I slowly began teasing her, kissing every inch of her chest except the needy pebbled peaks that were calling my name. Her moans fueled my every move. "Please... fuck... I need you." She begged. Pure music to my ears.
"Where do you want me?" I reached up to circle her nipple. "Do you want me here?" I traced my finger in swirls across to the other side, "Or maybe this one is begging for me to bite it?" I quickly pinched down on her nipple causing her to cry out. I sat up and traced my hand down her taut stomach before teasing the edge of her shorts. "Do you want me to fuck you?" I brought my hand down and cupped her center, pressing on her core over her shorts.
"Please fuck me. I need you. Please." She begged. I grinned as I leaned down to capture her nipple between my lips. I sucked hard and she cried out again. My tongue played with her peek as my other hand began undoing her shorts. I felt her shiver as I slowly pulled the fabric away. I let go of her nipple to throw off her shorts leaving her only in a black lace thong. I could see her tattoos covered almost every inch of her. My eyes were drawn immediately to the pattern of vines and flowers that covered her inner thighs and just barely touched the edge of her wet core. That has to be one of the hottest things I've ever seen.
I pulled her thong off and got between her thighs. I put her thighs over my shoulders and pulled her closer. She let out a squeal as I pressed my lips to the vines on her inner thighs. I met her hazel eyes and allowed my tongue to travel over the skin. I slowly made my way to her core. Her smell filled my senses. She was absolutely dripping. I wanted to bury my face in her pussy and never come out. I held back though. Moving over to her other thigh to give it the same treatment as the first. She tried using her hips to move me closer to where she wanted me, but I didn't let her. I tightened my grip and didn't let her move an inch.
Finally, I dipped my head down so I could lick the entire length of her. Her moan went straight to my throbbing core. I went slow, teasing her. I wanted to drive her to the edge of insanity. I swirled my tongue around her clit before I sucked it hard. She let out a cry. I played with her clit, flicking, sucking, and lightly biting. Her moans and cries built up quickly. "Ah fuck! Shit! I'm- I'm gonna-"
I didn't let her get that last word out and pulled away. Her frustrated cry filled the room. I grinned as I waited patiently for her to come back down from the edge before I dipped my head back down. This time, I focused on her sweet pussy. It was like honey on my tongue. I fucked her with my tongue as she withered below me. I kept her close. Curling my tongue and bringing her right to that edge again. Once again, not letting her fall.
After the third time I brought her to the edge she begged, "Fuck. Melody. Please." Pure music to my ears. I let go of her and sat up, greedily taking in her naked body. She was a work of art, especially that flushed and frustrated expression from being edged.
"Get up. Hands and knees." I barely had the words out of my lips before she was twisting to get in position. I moved her body where I wanted it. I placed her hands and placed them partway up the curved edge of the couch. Her hands her in front of her and she had to angle her body to keep them there. It was a slightly uncomfortable position, but that's why I loved it. She was also close enough that she could drop to her elbows without removing her hands if she needed to. I leaned down beside her and placed my hands on hers. "Your hands stay here. You do not take them off unless I say. If you do, I'm not going to let you cum tonight. You want to cum, don't you Lenora? You want me to fuck you so hard that you forget your fucking name. Isn't that right?"
I ran my free hand over her dripping core. Her entire body shuddered. Her lips parted as her head tilted back, "Fuck. Yes. Please. Please, make me cum. I want to cum."
I removed my one hand from hers and shifted back slightly so I could watch my middle finger dip into her core. She was so tight. Her muscles clenched around my finger. I stifled a groan as I slowly thrust my single finger inside her. I didn't want her to cum just yet, I wanted to keep teasing her. I leaned over so I was right next to her ear. "Next time, I'm going to bring my strap so I can fuck you properly. I'll even let you cum as much as you want. Do you want me to fuck you with my cock?"
I pushed a second finger into her hard. She cried out as her walls tightened, "Yes! Fuck please, please, please! Fuck me with your cock. Make me your fucking slut. Fuck please!" I groaned at her words. Looks like Lenora has a bit of a degradation kink. I may be a feminist, but fucking hell degradation was hot.
"You're going to be my dirty little slut?" Her walls clenched and she released a wanton moan as soon as the word slut left my lips. I picked up the pace making sure to keep up the dirty talk. "Does my slut like to be tied up? Spanked while told she was a bad fucking girl for disobeying me? Forced to make me cum before she gets to?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" She threw her head back as she moved her hips in time with my hands. The entire time she didn't move her hands. I figured it was time to finally let her cum. I quickly moved my body so I was laying under her. My lips went to her clit as I added another finger. Her entire body clenched but she still didn't cum. She was holding back. "Please, Melody! Please can I cum?"
Fuck me sideways. I removed my mouth from her clit, "Cum for me." As soon as I finished her entire body shook as she let out a primal cry. The strength of her orgasm had her cum dripping onto my chest. My fingers were covered, but I kept going until the contractions stopped. I removed my fingers and pushed myself up. I leaned over and ran my tongue along her slit to taste her sweet orgasm. Pure honey on my lips.
I came around to see her dazed expression. She rested on her elbows, but her hands were almost exactly where I left them. I leaned down, pulling her hands away and helping her into the kneeling position. I cupped her face and pressed my lips to hers in a chaste kiss. "You did so good Lenny. You're such a good girl for listening so well." I wanted her to feel the affection I felt, especially after a session as intense as that. Degradation is only allowed during sex; outside it is praise, pet names, and care. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up. Where's your bathroom?"
Her dazed expression clouded for a moment. "But- but I didn't get you off?"
I gave her another kiss, letting my lips linger on hers. "You don't need to. Now let's get you cleaned up and get you to bed."
"Stay with me tonight? If you want that is. Please."
I smiled as I helped her off the couch. "I'd be happy to stay."