The room is dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. The flicker of candles casts soft shadows on the walls, their warm glow dancing across the plush velvet of the bed where she waits. My baby girl, my perfect little one, kneels at the edge, her chest rising and falling with shallow, eager breaths. She’s dressed exactly as I instructed: a delicate black lace lingerie set that clings to her curves, the fabric sheer enough to tease me with glimpses of her soft skin beneath. Her wrists are bound loosely behind her back with a silk scarf, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to remind her who’s in charge. Her eyes, wide and glistening with a mix of nerves and excitement, lock onto mine as I step closer.

“Eyes on me, princess,” I murmur, my voice low and commanding, a velvet growl that sends a visible shiver down her spine. I’m shirtless, my broad chest bare, wearing only tailored black trousers that hug my frame. The air between us crackles with electricity, and I can already see the flush creeping up her neck, the way her thighs press together as she tries to steady herself.

I kneel before her, bringing my face level with hers, close enough that she can feel the warmth of my breath against her lips. “Are you ready to please Daddy tonight?” I ask, my tone both tender and firm. She nods, her lips parting as a soft whimper escapes. “Use your words, baby girl.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers, her voice trembling with need. “I want to make you proud.”

My lips curve into a slow, approving smile. “Good girl.” I reach out, my fingers brushing along her jaw, tracing the delicate line of her throat before tilting her chin up. I lean in, teasing her with the promise of a kiss, but instead, I graze my lips against her ear, whispering, “Tonight, you’re going to fall apart for me. Over and over. Until you’re begging for mercy.”

Her breath hitches, and I feel her body sway toward me, already craving more. I stand, towering over her, and gesture to the bed. “Lie back, princess. Spread your legs for Daddy.”

She obeys instantly, her movements graceful despite the nervous energy pulsing through her. She settles onto the bed, her bound hands resting beneath her, her thighs parting to reveal the damp lace clinging to her most sensitive spot. The sight of her, so vulnerable and eager, sends a surge of heat through me. But I’m in control—always. This is about her pleasure, her surrender, and I’m going to take my time.

I climb onto the bed, positioning myself between her thighs, my hands resting lightly on her knees. I can feel her trembling already, the anticipation making her muscles quiver. “So responsive,” I murmur, my fingers trailing slowly up her inner thighs, teasing the sensitive skin just shy of her lace-covered core. “Look at you, already so wet for me.”

She whimpers, her hips shifting slightly, seeking more contact. I chuckle darkly, pressing a single finger against the damp fabric, just enough to make her gasp. “Patience, baby girl. Daddy decides when you get what you need.”

I lean down, my lips brushing against the soft skin of her inner thigh, kissing and nipping my way closer to her center. Her scent, sweet and intoxicating, fills my senses, and I can’t resist teasing her further. I hook my fingers into the lace, pulling it aside to expose her glistening folds. “Fuck, princess,” I growl, my voice thick with desire. “You’re perfect.”

Before she can respond, I press a slow, deliberate kiss to her clit, my tongue flicking out to taste her. Her moan is immediate, loud, and unrestrained, her hips bucking up toward my mouth. I pin her thighs down with my hands, holding her in place as I begin to explore her with long, languid licks, savoring every shudder, every gasp. I alternate between soft, teasing flicks and deep, rhythmic strokes, learning exactly what makes her squirm.

“Daddy… please…” she begs, her voice high and desperate. I glance up, meeting her eyes, glazed with pleasure; her cheeks flushed, her lips parted. She’s a vision of surrender, and it drives me wild.

“Not yet,” I say firmly, pulling back just enough to make her whine in frustration. I slide a single finger inside her, curling it against that perfect spot that makes her toes curl. Her walls clench around me, so tight and warm, and I add a second finger, pumping slowly while my thumb circles her clit. “You don’t come until I say so. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy!” she cries, her body arching off the bed as she fights to obey. I can feel her getting closer, her muscles tightening, her breaths coming in short, frantic gasps. I slow my pace, keeping her on the edge, drawing out her torment until she’s trembling uncontrollably, her thighs shaking against my hands.

“Look at you,” I murmur, my voice dripping with admiration. “So desperate, so needy. You’re going to squirt for me tonight, aren’t you, baby girl?”

She nods frantically, tears of pleasure glistening in her eyes. “Please, Daddy… I need it… I need you…”

That’s my cue. I increase the pressure, my fingers thrusting deeper, faster, hitting that sweet spot with relentless precision while my tongue returns to her clit, sucking gently. Her moans turn to screams, her body thrashing against the bed as the pleasure builds to an unbearable peak. “Come for me, princess,” I command, my voice a low growl. “Let go. Now.”

Her orgasm hits like a tidal wave, her body convulsing as she cries out my name. I feel the gush of her release, warm and wet against my fingers, and I don’t stop, coaxing every last shudder from her until she’s a trembling, panting mess. “That’s it,” I murmur, easing her down with soft kisses against her thighs. “Such a good girl.”

But I’m not done with her yet. I untie her wrists, massaging the faint marks left by the scarf, and guide her onto her knees. “On all fours, baby girl,” I instruct, my voice firm but warm. She complies, her body still quaking from her release, her ass presented to me like a gift. I run my hands over her curves, squeezing her hips, admiring the way she arches into my touch.

I lean over her, my chest pressing against her back, my lips brushing her ear. “You’re going to take Daddy now,” I whisper, unbuttoning my trousers and freeing my cock, already hard and throbbing for her. I tease her entrance with the tip, sliding it against her slickness, making her whimper. “Beg for it.”

“Please, Daddy,” she moans, pushing back against me. “Please fuck me. I need you inside me.”

That’s all I need to hear. I thrust into her slowly, inch by inch, savoring the way her body stretches to accommodate me. She’s so tight, so perfect, and I groan as I fill her completely. I set a steady rhythm, deep and deliberate, my hands gripping her hips as I drive into her. Her moans fill the room, mingling with the sound of skin against skin, and I can feel her building again, her walls fluttering around me.

“Touch yourself,” I command, and her hand slips between her thighs, rubbing her clit in time with my thrusts. The sight of her, so lost in pleasure, pushes me to the edge, but I hold back, determined to make her come again. “You’re going to squirt for me one more time, princess,” I growl, angling my thrusts to hit that perfect spot inside her.

Her cries grow louder, more desperate, and I feel her body tense, her fingers moving faster. “Daddy… I’m… I’m…” she gasps, and then she’s unraveling again, her release soaking the sheets as her body shakes beneath me. The sensation pushes me over the edge, and I follow her, groaning her name as I spill inside her, my hands gripping her tightly.

We collapse together, her body curled against mine, both of us panting, slick with sweat. I wrap my arms around her, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. “You were perfect, baby girl,” I murmur, stroking her hair as she nuzzles into my chest. “You made Daddy so proud.”

Epilogue for You, Reader
This is the kind of night I crave—one where trust and desire intertwine, where every touch, every command, every shudder is a testament to the connection between a Daddy and his baby girl. If this story made your pulse race, if you’re imagining yourself trembling under my touch, squirming with need, and surrendering to pleasure, then I want to hear from you. Tell me your fantasies, your desires. Let’s create a night that leaves us both breathless. My inbox is waiting.