Date night with daddy

[wi****]

You stand in front of the mirror, naked and smiling. "I’ve been a good girl," you think to yourself. The heat radiating from the marks on your butt is still tender, inviting memories of earlier with your daddy. You were a very good girl, and he is taking you out to dinner as a reward. You run your hands over the tender spots, reliving the memories. Your body still aches for more; it always does.

He walks in, admiring his work and your beautiful figure before embracing you and pulling you close. His kiss is electrifying. The shivers that roll through your body have no limits, and you can’t help but lift yourself against him, feeling his heat. He kisses you on the neck, sending goosebumps down your side and making your nipples tight with need, then steps away. You almost pull him back, but you catch yourself. "That’s against the rules," you remind yourself. You need to be a good girl. He is always so caring when you’re good. Memories of your punishment flood your brain for a second, and your excitement swells. You move your hands over your breasts to quell the desire you feel in your swollen nipples. If your butt wasn't so tender, you might have broken the rules. But he wants a good girl, and he is rewarding you. Better not to risk it.

You watch him eagerly, enjoying the way his back ripples as he searches through your closet. Finally, he pulls out your red mini dress—tight and short with a deep, plunging V-neck. "Be a good girl and put this on," he commands. Without hesitation, you grab the silk dress, shrug it over your head, and slowly move it down your body into place. Daddy always likes a show. "Yes, Daddy," you say timidly. You watch him look you over as you put on the dress, then give him a slow, sensual twirl. Your excitement grows; he must be taking you somewhere nice. You glance at yourself in the mirror, smoothing the dress, and watch him walk up to you. Your breath catches in your throat, unsure of what is coming. He reaches around you, his hands exploring your stomach and breasts. His lips lightly kiss the back of your neck, driving your desire mad. You must have been a very good girl! You catch yourself in the mirror, eyes full of desire, nipples trying to drill through the thin dress. Your mind cycles through thousands of possibilities of what could happen next, excited for any one of them. "I’m ready, Daddy," you whisper. "Almost," he says, reaching out to hand you a small device. You know this device: a remote-controlled vibrator. Daddy has used it before on you, but never in public. You look up at him hesitantly. You’d never deny anything he has ever wanted, but worry fills your brain. "You want me to wear this while we go out?" Your question is barely audible. You know better than to question his demands. Luckily, he is caring and senses your ***. He lightly strokes your hair away from your face and tucks it behind your ear. His strong hand lifts your chin and he kisses you, sending pulses of electricity down your body and making your knees weak. "Do as I say." The device is small, but it fits well and allows you to move without restriction.

He opens the car door and places a strong hand on your back, guiding you to your seat. The distance is short, but time moves differently for you. Your heart thuds against your chest as possible scenarios plague your mind. Your hands betray you, shaking slightly in your lap. He knows you’re nervous, and his hand moves up and down your thigh reassuringly. He always knows how to calm you. You feel his strong, rough hand move up your thigh, and you open your legs a bit. His fingers expertly find your clit and dance around it, immediately removing some of your nervousness and replacing it with desire. The moan that escapes you is quiet. You wrap your hands around his hand, guiding it, moving your hips. God, he knows just how to touch you. You’re so focused on what he is doing that you almost don't notice the valet driver approaching. He removes his hand, that naughty, mischievous grin on his face, and begins to step out of the car. You give yourself a moment to collect yourself; your cheeks are burning, and you are so wet.

Finally, the valet opens the door for you, barely noticing him looking you over with hunger in his eyes. You see Daddy watching him stare at you. That wonderful grin gets just a little wider. Daddy knows I’m his. He loves it when others want what is his and can’t have it.

You curl up into his strong arms as he leads you inside. The restaurant is very nice, and your nervousness returns. You know that device inside can go off any time he chooses, and you hesitantly look around the room. There are so many people here. Your worries dance around your brain, and you cling to him for support. He places his hand on your lower back and lightly moves it up and down, comforting you. He knows you’re nervous—such a good Daddy. His hand moves over your butt, sending tender little reminders of the activities earlier, and you feel your worry lift a little. "I’ve been a very good girl, haven’t I?" you whisper. He kisses you softly on the head. "Yes. A very good girl." The vibrational pulse that suddenly fills your insides is unexpected, and you almost let out a cry. You can feel him watching your reaction intently; his strong hand grips your waist, holding you steady as your knees buckle. You bite your lip hard, forcing yourself to keep your composure. You cast worried glances around the room, looking for any sign that someone noticed. God, that felt good. Your body is radiating desire; your heartbeat is thudding against your ribcage. Daddy is smiling. You’re doing good. Once you regain your composure, you lean into him, rise up on the tips of your toes, and kiss him on the neck. "Thank you, Daddy," you whisper.

He must have tipped the concierge because you’re seated right in the middle of the room. His piercing stare fills your fast-beating heart. Your shaky hands give you away, but you struggle to maintain composure. As soon as the wine glass is filled, you drink it down; you need a little liquid courage for what’s coming next. You continuously glance around the room and see eyes quickly dart away. Do they know, or are they just admiring you? You’re no stranger to looks, and Daddy gave you one of your more revealing dresses to wear tonight, but you can’t help but wonder. You’re excited and embarrassed all at the same time. Your nipples feel so swollen from the desire for more. He pulls the remote control from his pocket and puts it on the table under his napkin. You uncontrollably bite your lip with anticipation. Slowly, he moves his hand under the napkin, and your fingers grip the edge of the table, digging your fingernails into the wood. You are rocked by the long pulsing. He holds the button down for what feels like an hour, but is likely only a minute or two. The muscles in your entire body contract. You hold your bottom lip in between your teeth, forcing your voice silent. Your whole body wants to squirm, shake, and vibrate. The desire wells up in you so strong you can only imagine pure, primal, *** need pouring out of your eyes as you lock them onto his. "You have been such a good girl," he says. The words fall on you like a warm, comforting blanket. Being a good girl for him is all you ever want. And you feel your already red cheeks flash a little more. "Thank you…" More pulses and vibrations; your words cut off as he sends you more unbearable sensations that run through your whole body. Your clit feels so swollen; you are dripping; your breasts ache with desire. Every muscle in your body is flexed, trying to keep your composure. You let your hair fall in front of your face as the vibrations continue to pulse inside you, so you can squeeze your eyes shut without anyone seeing. Your fingers ache from pressing so hard against the table. The absence of the vibration is almost as jarring, leaving you throbbing and begging for more. You take quiet, controlling breaths to compose yourself and silently look around the room. Someone has to know. You don’t see anyone looking at you. When you return your gaze to your Daddy, you recognize the primal hunger in his eyes. He wants you. Bad. That thought relaxes you a bit; he will take care of you. You feel your heart in your throat, remembering how proud he is of you.

You slowly take your shoe off and lift your foot toward him under the table, feeling for the inside of his leg. He spreads them apart, inviting you in. The heat you feel against your foot from his rock-hard member is immeasurable. He really is enjoying this. You are being a good girl. You can’t help but smile mischievously at him as you rub your foot along his hardened member and almost fall out of your seat as another vibrational wave hits you. Uncontrollably, you let out a whimper. The vibrational pulses move through you. Your hands move toward your crotch, helping the sensation build. Your breath quickens. You open your eyes and stare deep into his, no longer hiding your desire. The other people begin to just fade away. You no longer care who sees what. He could take you right now on this table and you couldn’t care less. The pressure builds inside of you. You quietly squirm in your seat, wishing he was touching you. His eyes are like laser beams piercing through you. You continue to lock eyes, mouth slightly open, silently gasping for breath as the pressure builds more. Your hand moves to your breasts, no longer able to control the achy desire swelling them. He is not letting up. He wants you to cum. He watches intently as your hand explores your breasts; you barely notice anyone around and couldn’t care who knows at this point. Daddy wants you to cum, and you’re always a good girl for him. You hold on to the memory of him filling you up earlier as the vibrational pulses continue to build your senses. Your mind races, thinking about all the things he will do to you when he takes you back home. And finally, the pressure explodes inside you. Your whole body convulses. Your quiet moans become whimpers. You feel the strong orgasm move up and down your body, pulsing and contracting your muscles. White sparkles cloud your vision for a bit as the moment takes its time to pass. "Thank you, Daddy," you breathlessly whisper. "I love my good girl," he responds. "Enjoy your dinner; you are going to need to replenish your energy." "Yes, Daddy," you reply, dabbing the sweat off your forehead, neck, and chest before picking up your fork. You can feel eyes on you, but you couldn’t care less. You obeyed your Daddy. You were his good girl. And you can’t wait to see how he rewards you next.

[Na****]

That was well written, so hot.

[u-6a1379509f386]

Amazing how well you present the female perspective, a thrilling read

[wi****]

Thank you sweety what a wonderful comment.

[Be****]

That is so much what Im wanting for myself. I felt every vibration you made it so real.