Ugh! Why do I have to have such a small bladder, I grumbled to myself as I climbed back into bed. It was 1:30 in the morning and I had been having the best dream. Joe Manganiello and I were on a date. Just as he was leaning forward about to lock his lips with mine, I’d been awoken with the strong urge to pee.
Punching my pillow, I tried to get back into a comfortable spot, so I could hopefully go back to where I left off in my dream.
“Everything okay, babe?” Michael asked.
Crap! I didn’t mean to wake my husband from his slumber.
“Yeah. I had to use the bathroom. Go back to sleep.”
“Hmm.” He draped his hand over my body and tugged me close to him.
“What are you doing?” I cried, shocked at being moved. When my butt rubbed against his shaft, I realized it was hard. Someone was a little horny.
“I need your help with a problem I’m having,” he joked.
I could gladly do that. Especially because right before bed I’d been reading the hottest book. It was about a married couple and the wife called her husband Daddy in bed. I found this particular niche of kinky stories about two weeks ago and I couldn’t put them down. It was something I’d never do, mostly because I thought it’d creep Michael out. But, for whatever reason, it aroused me so much!
Rolling in his arms, I faced him and leaned my head forward for a kiss. His lips were warm and his breath smelled minty fresh.
He groaned and gently rolled me over onto my back and he followed on top of me, never breaking our kiss.
“Oh, babe,” I moaned, as he kissed the side of my neck. My pussy was already wet and ready for him. After four years of marriage, he didn’t have to do much to get my gears going. Some couples said as the years went on in their marriage, it was harder and harder for them to be turned on by each other. Not for me and my husband. In fact, it was the opposite. Some days, with one look, Michael could turn me into a wanton mess.
“Take your panties off,” he commanded as he pulled the covers back and sat on his heels.
Doing as he asked, I wiggled out of them and tossed them onto the floor.
“Absolutely gorgeous,” he stated as he gazed up and down my body.
“Thank you, Sir.”
He winked at me before settling himself between my legs. Pushing them apart further, he didn’t mess around. He went right for my clit. He began to suck on it, which drove me wild. It felt like little bolts of lightning were going through my body. It was wonderful!
Closing my eyes, I tried to calm my breathing and enjoy the sensations building inside. My orgasm was coming and knowing my husband, I’d have to wait a bit for it. He was a big fan of teasing me.
He chose that moment to stop playing with my swollen bundle of nerves and switch to licking the length of my slit and thrusting his tongue in and out of my channel.
“Oh, gosh,” I cried, as my orgasm was getting stronger and stronger. It wouldn’t take much more to push me over the edge.
“Can I help you with something?” he asked, looking up at me with a knowing smile on his face.
“Please. I can’t take much more of this sensual torture,” I begged.
“You’ll take as much as I give you, young lady. Remember who’s in charge.” He went back between my legs and continued alternating between playing with my clit and thrusting his tongue in and out of my channel.
Biting my lip, I tried to control the tidal wave of emotion ready to wash over me. At his ‘young lady’ a passage from one of the books I read came back to me. The hero called his wife that right before she’d gotten a thorough spanking and then a fucking. I almost came on the spot because of it.
“What color, Kate?”
Michael was referring to the safewords we had agreed upon before we ever started to play. They were your standard: green means good, yellow means slow down/can’t take much more, red means stop.
Thank gosh, he came up from between my legs and placed a wet kiss on my lips. Moaning, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close to me. I loved the connection he and I had when we were having sex. It made me feel extremely close to him.
“I need a condom,” he muttered.
Putting my hands on my stomach, he rolled to his side of the bed and pulled out a rubber from his nightstand. Never had I been so happy that I’d remembered to get some from the store today.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to have kids with my husband; I did. I just wasn’t ready for them now.
He didn’t take more than thirty seconds to get protected and he was over me again.
“You ready for me?”
Focusing back on him, I answered, “Yes! Please, Sir.”
With one thrust, he was seated all the way inside me. I couldn’t help but smile at the fantastic feeling I was experiencing. There was nothing like this moment of first connection between me and my husband.
“You okay, babe?”
“Yes. Thank you, Sir.”
“This is going to be a quickie. Remember your safewords if anything bothers you.”
True to his word, he set up a fast pace going in and out of me. With each pass of my G-spot, I was pushed closer and closer to orgasm. Considering how aroused I was when Michael was going down on me before, it didn’t take long to feel the beginning tingles of my orgasm.
Everything was too much. My body felt like it was on the brink of spasming. All I wanted to do was come.
“Now, Kate!” Michael demanded. Not needing to be told twice, I let my pleasure consume me, and at the same time, I began to yell out my husband’s name. But instead of his name, I yelled out, “Daddy!”
He pumped into me three more times, grunted, and then let his head drop to mine. We were both a bit sweaty and catching our breaths.
It took a couple of minutes for me to come down from my high, but when I did—holy shit!
I had called my husband Daddy when we were having sex. I opened my eyes and saw that his were closed. Crap! What was he thinking? Had he heard me? There was no way in hell that he hadn’t.
“Kate? You okay?” he asked, opening his chocolate-colored eyes to look at me.
“I… ummm… I have to go to the bathroom,” I lied. Actually, I wanted to get out of this room and collect my thoughts. Middle of the night be damned.
“All right.” He rolled to the side, removed his used condom, and then tossed it into a trash bin that was right by his bed.
When he made no move to do anything else after that, I grabbed my nightgown and a new pair of panties and headed downstairs where I would be able to come up with a plan and figure out what I should do next.
Stupid, I was so stupid.
I couldn’t believe what I’d done.
Taking a sip from my steaming cup of hot chocolate, I tried to calm my nerves. Michael was going to leave me now, that was a given. Why would he want to stay with me after what I said earlier?
Glancing out the window, I spotted a family of skunks waddling across the yard. They stopped right below our bird feeder and started to munch on something, most likely seed that had fallen onto the ground. Unlike human babies, it was perfectly normal for these animals to be taking their young ones on a two a.m. food run.
I must have been more enthralled with the things that were happening outside than I thought because I didn’t hear my husband approach me at the kitchen table. Out of nowhere, his deep voice shattered the silence. “Kate? Everything all right?”
I jumped, splashing hot liquid all over my hand. “Shit,” I hissed, pain searing into my skin.
In an instant, he was by my side and guiding me to the sink. He took only a second to adjust the water then held my hand under the faucet.
“I didn’t mean to startle you, honey.”
“I didn’t hear you come down.”
“You seemed a million miles away.” He pulled my hand out of the stream of water. “How does it feel?”
“Better,” I muttered.
Unconvinced, he grunted, and he was right. It still hurt pretty bad.
With his arm around my waist, he led me back to my chair at the table. Once I sat, he commanded, “Don’t move.” He pulled a clean kitchen towel from a drawer, wet it, and then went to the freezer for some ice. When he brought it back to me, he ordered, “Keep it on there while I clean up.”
Not wanting to upset him more than I already had, I didn’t budge from my spot. Instead, I watched as he took my cup and tossed the remaining contents into the sink, before placing the mug in the dishwasher. Afterward, he grabbed my place setting and threw it into our laundry room. I’d clean it tomorrow.
He came back over and took the seat across from me. “Let me see.”
My hands were much smaller compared to his big ones. In fact, they were a perfect representation of us. I was small, standing only five foot four inches with fiery red hair and sapphire-colored eyes. Thanks to my yoga classes three times a week I was fairly flexible, but not all that strong. Whereas my husband, the sexy as fuck Mr. Michael Welch, was six foot two inches with black hair and mocha-colored eyes. Due to his weekly kickboxing classes, he was very fit and muscular.
“The burns don’t look bad. You’ll probably be tender for a day or two, but nothing Tylenol and aloe can’t fix.”
I was happy I hadn’t hurt myself too badly. Even when I hadn’t been startled, I was pretty clumsy and injuries like the one tonight happened more often than not with me. Damn my two left feet.
“You can go back to bed now, honey. I’ll be up in a few minutes.” No need for him to stay down here. He’d want to talk, probably about how I would benefit from extensive therapy and I wasn’t in the mood to hear it.
“No. I want to know why you’re awake at this hour. Aren’t you feeling well?”
“I feel all right, hon.” There was no use in trying to lie to him. I was awful at it and I really didn’t want to get a spanking—or worse, lie, have him catch me in the false truth, but because he was so freaked out about what I said earlier he might not spank me. If that happened, I’d pack my bags and be gone by morning.
Most women would think I was crazy, but being spanked by my husband whether for fun or more so for punishment showed he cared about me and wanted to help me be the best person I could be. So, if he caught me breaking the rules and didn’t take the time to correct my poor choice, it would be his wordless admission that he didn’t care about me anymore.
“Then what’s the matter?”
I looked out the window again. The skunk family was still nibbling away. For such stinky creatures, they were so pretty with their silky black fur and contrasting white stripe. Too bad they were so stinky. I wondered if I’d ever get the chance to pet one without being sprayed. Probably not.
“Kate.” Michael’s commanding tone drew my attention.
I sighed. There was no getting out of this one. “I was thinking about earlier, and what I said when we were making love.”
Understanding dawned on his face. “Ah. You’re referring to when you called me Daddy?”
I nodded and looked away. This is it, stay strong. I gulped down the sob threatening to slip out.
“Baby, look at me.” His fingers beneath my chin, turning my face up to his, gave me no choice. When our eyes met, instead of disgust I saw desire, his pupils more dilated than earlier, when he’d picked me up and carried me to our bed. My gaze dipped to the front of his pajama pants, and the unmistakable bulge confirmed my suspicions.
“Sweetheart, hearing you call me Daddy when I drove into you was fucking hot.”
“Why?” I blurted out. I couldn’t even figure out why it turned me on, though I’d been thinking about it a lot lately. Soon my fantasies had taken on the same theme, except with Michael as my daddy. It made me wet now just thinking about it.
He chuckled. “That’s a good question. Off the top of my head, I’d say because it’s taboo. This situation should never happen in real life, but in our case, we could play the roles of Daddy and little girl and it’d be okay since we’re two consenting adults.”
I closed my eyes as various scenarios came to mind—Daddy showing me what sex was like for the first time, me getting to lick his big shaft, him licking me between my legs. My body hummed with pleasure at each fantasy.
“Is my little girl thinking naughty thoughts right now?”
I opened my eyes and sat back in my chair a bit, shocked at the raw desire on his face. He looked hungry, like he wanted to eat me up. My mouth suddenly grew parched and all I could do was nod.
“Then I think it’s time we explore a few of them.”
He grabbed my hand and led me back upstairs. In our room, he picked me up—Michael carrying me in his big strong arms was something else I loved—and placed me on the bed.
“I have plans for you, little girl,” he said, as he climbed onto the bed and was soon hovering over me.
“I can’t wait for you to show me, Daddy.”
“Close your eyes.”
I did and a moment after, his lips covered mine. His tongue sought entry and I eagerly opened. He straddled my thighs, threaded his hands in my hair and lowered himself, giving me some, but not all of his weight, then he deepened the kiss. Being claimed in this way, at the mercy of this big powerful man who I both loved and trusted, made my heart race and my body tingle with anticipation.
He pulled back and made a new line of kisses across my neck and collarbone and settled on the spot right behind my ear. Having him lick and nibble and kiss like he couldn’t get enough felt amazing. With each minute that passed, my pussy became more wet by the second.
“Daddy, in between my legs aches,” I whimpered. I tried to bring my hand down to rub the area, but he grabbed hold of it with his own.
“I’ll take care of it, honey. Pull your nightgown up.”
I did, the soft fabric rubbing over my heated flesh, getting me more excited than I already was.
Daddy kissed a path down to the tingling spot between my legs. He raised each leg and hooked them over his broad shoulders, making me one hundred percent open to him.
“I-I don’t like this,” I stammered.
In the past, I wasn’t big on receiving oral sex. It wasn’t because my husband did a bad job; it was because I hated being this vulnerable. It made me self-conscious and a million ‘what-ifs’ ran through my head. What if I he didn’t like how I tasted or I made embarrassing wet noises? I would be mortified for the rest of my life.
My constant worrying made it hard for me to relax and enjoy it, which made it take that much longer to come and added to the embarrassment. I’d much rather go down on him.
I started to sit up, ready to change places, but he grabbed my hips and wouldn’t let me move another inch.
“Stay still, my sweet darling. Daddy is going to make you feel really good.”
Not wanting to stop our role playing, I nodded, while biting my lip and leaning back onto the pillows. Taking a deep breath, I tried to stay calm and not fret.
“Kate, look at me.”
I glanced down to see him staring back at me.
“If you need me to stop at any time, say the word. Otherwise, I want you to lie back and stay still. When you do this for me it’s incredible; I want to make you feel the same way.”
“Okay, Daddy,” I answered, trying to get back into the scene. He wanted to show me how amazing he could make me feel. Maybe if I focused on that I wouldn’t freak out.
Michael smiled encouragingly, then dipped his head and resumed where he’d left off, slowly licking and circling and teasing me with his tongue.
I shut my eyes, forcing my muscles to unclench and taking deep breaths, remembering I could ask him to stop at any time.
As his tongue licked circles everywhere except the place I wanted him to most, he ran his free hand over my hips and thighs.
“Please, Daddy,” I begged, trying to move closer, desperately wanting him to lick and suck harder and faster, to push me over the edge I was teetering on, but it was no use.
“Just relax, little one. This isn’t something that can be rushed. I need to take my time.”
He went back to what he was doing, tormenting me by coming near my channel and swollen bundle of nerves with every stroke of his tongue, but never touching either place. I was about ready to say the word for him to stop because I didn’t think I could take much more of this teasing when he finally ran the flat of his tongue over my pulsating clit. He suckled it and it sent what felt like a bolt of lightning through my body, causing me to jump.
“Easy, little one,” Daddy said, pulling me closer.
This time, he ran his tongue up and down my slick vagina, before thrusting it in and out of my channel and then finally swirling it around my swollen bundle of nerves.
“It feels awesome when you do that, Daddy,” I moaned, clenching my hands into fists, and the sheets along with them.
“You mean this?” he asked, repeating the motion.
“Yes!” I cried out. I was so turned on, I thought for sure I would explode at any moment.
“Excellent, sweetie. Enjoy the feelings that are coming.”
I chuckled at his pun. He glanced back up at me and laughed as well.
This time when he brought his head back between my legs, he began sucking on my hardened nub. He kept on doing so until I couldn’t take any more. My legs tensed and I was squirming all over the place, wanting the feeling that was building up to be released.
“Let go, sweetheart.”
With another pass of his tongue over my clit, he pushed me over the edge. All of my previous tension washed away as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through me. It felt absolutely delightful.
He continued to lick me, prolonging the ecstasy until finally, he stopped and crawled up the bed to lie on top of me. He kissed my lips and I tasted my sweet essence on his tongue.
“Did you enjoy yourself, little one?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I hummed contentedly.
“Good,” he said with a smile. “I want to feel the same way. Can you help me with that?”
“Mhmm!” After he had given me such a powerful orgasm, I was more than happy to return the favor. Plus, pleasing him made me extremely happy.
He pulled down his pajama bottoms, freeing his hard cock. He leaned in for a kiss as he slid his length inside of my already wet pussy. I gasped at the feeling of fullness. Bending my knees slightly, I moaned as his hardened shaft went deeper inside of me. I placed my hands on either side of his low back, wanting to hold on to him during the ride I knew was to come.
“Are you all right, baby?”
“Yeah, but you’re big and you always stretch me at first.”
“And your pussy is tight, just the way I like it.”
Using my inner muscles, toned from plenty of yoga, I clamped down on him, squeezing even tighter and smiled with satisfaction when he groaned. He started moving faster, sinking deep with each thrust, which reawakened the tingling between my legs again.
“Daddy, those feelings from earlier are back.”
He smiled down at me, though it seemed rather strained, and pulled me closer. Incredibly, his shaft slid in even further. “Consider it a bonus, little one. Relax and enjoy it.”
Moving in and out at a more intense pace, it got a bit rough with each thrust bumping up against my pubic bone, but I liked it, and went soaring toward another climax.
Finally, I was pushed over the edge again, calling out his name.
A few seconds later, he grunted and planted as deep as he could. He was marking me from the inside out. There was something so primitive about this act that made me immensely happy. There was no doubt who I belonged to.
We lay plastered against one another, neither moving as we caught our breath. My body felt deliciously sore and I closed my eyes, relishing the afterglow.
Soon, I started to doze, officially exhausted now. Work was not going to be fun in the morning.
“You doing all right, babe?”
I opened my eyes to gaze into my husband’s. “I was thinking about tomorrow and how hard it’s going to be to get up.”
“Yeah, but it was worth it, right? This was some of the best sex we’ve ever had.”
“Yes, it was,” I admitted. Suddenly, a question dawned on me. “You aren’t going to make me call you Daddy outside the bedroom, right? ‘Cause that is something I’m not comfortable doing. Not bashing anyone who does do it, but it’s not my thing.”
“I’d never make you do anything you didn’t want to do, Kate. Besides, I’m with you on this, honey. Inside the bedroom, I’m more than happy to be your daddy sometimes to spice up our love life, but outside these four walls, I’m just your husband.”
We smiled at each other like two fools in love, mostly because we were, and because we now shared a naughty, very sexy little secret.
“Don’t forget to go to the bathroom. I don’t want to you to get a UTI,” he ordered, rolling over to turn off the lamp on his nightstand.
“Ugh,” I grumbled, flinging myself rather dramatically out of my comfortable bed. I knew he meant well and he was right, but I was tired and didn’t want to bother.
After I finished, I climbed back into bed and fell asleep in the most wonderful man’s arms.