It would be rough, it would be sweaty, it would be hard, and it would be perfect. It was that thought that brought me to orgasm in the shower. Then I found out the door was open. Could he have seen me? But he was asleep when I came out. Maybe that was for the best.
I’d gone to sleep with my pussy throbbing with desire, wetness coating it as I had to resist touching myself a second time, not knowing if he was genuinely asleep or not or what he’d do if he heard me with my fingers inside myself.
In my dreams things had gone differently. He’d brought me up to the bedroom and then I’d showered. But as I stepped out of the bathroom, he’d told me to drop the towel and I’d shaken my head, too shy to do as I was told.
“Are you disobeying me?” he said and I could only nod in answer.
He was over to me in seconds, tearing the towel away and shoving me over the bed, my ass pointing towards him. “Don’t you ever disobey me,” he said, his hand slamming down on my buttocks a second later.
I gasped at the sting of his spanking, squirming in place as he rained blows down on me. He didn’t stop until I begged him to, his hand shoving my legs apart as my chest hitched and my breathing slowed.
His hand went to my pussy a second later, finding how wet I was, tasting me with his tongue, shoving his head between my legs, widening me with his fingers before standing up and whipping out his enormous cock. He pinned me down on the bed with the sheer weight of his body, his cock stretching me so much it was almost unbearable. I was on the verge of orgasm, his cock spasming inside me, when I woke up, my whole body tingling with desire.
I wasn’t sure where he’d gone but the door was locked from the outside. It was such an old fashioned place, the lock was the same as the front door of a house. It needed a key and he’d obviously taken it with him. The windows wouldn’t open so I was stuck until he came back. Not only that but my clothes weren’t in the bathroom. I was naked and trapped.
I should have felt scared but I didn’t. The dream was still drifting through my mind and I ended up back in bed, listening for any sign of movement outside the room. I couldn’t hear a thing.
Closing my eyes, my hands slid down my chest, feeling how hard my nipples were, how they responded to my touch. I played with them whilst thinking about him inside me, the way it had felt in the dream, how big he’d been, how hard he’d slammed into me, not letting me catch my breath for a second, my ass stinging from the spanking.
My hands slid slowly down my body until they were between my legs. I was soaking wet, wetter than I’d ever been before. With my left hand, I began to stroke my clit whilst the index and middle finger of my right hand slid inside me. It felt good but I knew it would feel better to have him in there. Fingers could not hope to compare.
A quiet moan escaped me as my breathing grew heavier. I shifted on the bed, feeling my surroundings fade away. The only thing I cared about was what I was doing to myself, the orgasm I could feel building inside me. Shifting my hips allowed me to move my hands better. My whole body tingled as my thoughts moved away from the dream. What if he came in at that moment? He’d unlock the door and see me touching myself.
“Daddy said you’re not to do that without permission,” he’d say, whipping away the blankets to stare at my naked body. I’d roll over onto all fours and beg him to take me, spread my knees wide to expose myself to his gaze, appeal to his desire until he couldn’t resist anymore.
“Sorry, Daddy,” I’d say, pressing my chin to the blankets. “Please fuck me.”
I pushed my fingers deeper into my pussy as I thought about him behind me, his cock driving into me, his hands on my hips, pulling me back onto him.
My toes began to curl and my breath caught in my chest at the thought of it. I could feel a climax approaching and just as I was sure it was going to hit, I heard a key in the lock of the door.
Frantically, I moved my hands to my sides, closing my eyes and hoping he hadn’t heard me. It was one thing to fantasise about him finding me touching myself but it was another thing entirely for it to actually happen. It would be too embarrassing. He wasn’t interested in me anyway. I knew that. It was all in my head.
The door swung open as my clit throbbed in disappointment, the inner walls of my pussy clenching around emptiness, wanting to be filled more than anything else in the world.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he said as I opened my eyes and looked at him in the doorway. “Sleep well?”
EIGHTEEN
ISABEL
“What’s that?” I asked, sitting up in bed and wondering if my face looked as red as it felt. I held the blankets against my chest to keep him from seeing too much of my body. “Are they my clothes?”