I awoke to the feeling of warm fingertips slowly trailing down my abdomen, passing my navel, and lifting the elastic of my panties. I kept my eyes closed and my body limp as his hand continued to probe past my hips, eventually finding my waxed pussy. He began by lightly playing with me, rubbing my clit, spreading me open slightly, and feeling my entrance for any signs of arousal.

As he played with me, I heard fabric shuffle as he grasped his member and began stroking himself with his other hand. Despite being fully awake by now, I continued to lie still. His favorite time to touch me is in the morning while I sleep. Eventually, I feel him move away from me before feeling the covers pulled off me.

He slowly inched my panties off my hips, pulling them off me completely before spreading my legs slightly. He hovered directly over me, laying his hips down on top of mine, and inserted himself into me. He began by thrusting slowly, coating himself in my warmth and arousal, as he reached under my tank top and gripped one of my breasts.

After settling into his rhythm of choice, he lowered his upper body to be closer to mine. I could hear his breathing grow heavy, and his light moans picked up and quickened as his rhythm did. I finally responded to the encounter he had built up by letting out some light moans of my own and acting as if I had just woken up.

As I feigned a yawn to make my "awakening" more convincing, he lifted the hand from my breast and placed his thumb on my lips.

“Suck, baby.”

Of course, I did as he told me. I drew his thumb into my mouth with my tongue and suckled on it.

He bit his lip at the scene. “I need you to talk. I need you to tell me how much you like this.”

I mumbled the best I could through his thumb, "Fuck me harder, Daddy."

He accepted my tired mumble and picked up his pace. He finished inside of me, giving a few last weak thrusts before collapsing onto me. Once his breathing returned to normal, he lifted himself up and got off the bed to get ready for work. He disappeared behind the bathroom door.

Normally, when I’m woken up with sexual advances, my husband will only worry about finishing himself. He doesn’t have time to worry about me. Sometimes I simply go back to sleep, but today I wanted to finish.

I reached my hand down, fingering myself to lubricate my fingers before coming back up to my clit to stroke it. I started off slowly, coating my hard clit in a mixture of my own vaginal fluid and my husband’s cum. I closed my eyes and sped up my stroking, bringing myself just to the edge of an orgasm.

Right before I finished, I felt a figure above me. I cracked my eyes open slightly, continuing to masturbate. I met eyes with him and erupted in an orgasm as we held each other’s gaze.

“You look so sexy writhing around like that, Evelina," my husband remarked before placing a kiss on my forehead and leaving the bedroom.

I rested in bed for a while longer, recovering from my high and feeling everything leak out of me and onto the sheets.

My schedule is the same day in and day out, staying at home and only worrying about my maintenance. When Daddy married me at 18, he told me women are like vintage cars; they require constant and consistent maintenance to keep their value up.

I start with my hair, washing, oiling, and massaging it once every 3 days. Then I shower, working in soaps and an exfoliant to keep the skin on my body soft and supple for him. After the shower, I do my daily skin care to keep away imperfections of the face. Then, finally, finishing my body care with a body oiling and massage from my masseuse. After my required care, I’ll go out to the salon I frequent to have my mani-pedi redone if needed.

My maintenance is typically finished around mid-noon, leaving the rest of my day lounging and being available for daddy to fuck when he needs. I get all my needs met without lifting a finger; my chef takes care of meals, my personal stylist takes care of my wardrobe. He gives me the best life a woman could ask for, so of course I need to return the favor by ensuring he never goes without sex and following all the rules he set.

Today, I likely wouldn’t be sleeping with him again until the evening; he’s gone out on a flight to meet with some investor friends. I couldn’t remember if it was a business meeting or simply a party, and honestly, I couldn’t be bothered to ask. Daddy does what he pleases; it’s not my job to question.

Seeing as Daddy is out for the day, I figured I should do something new and go out as well. Bvlgari released a new necklace design that caught my eye. Maybe I could wear it for Daddy tonight.

I put on a casual, midi-length, deep lilac sundress; some matching pumps; and called up the chauffeur while working on my hair and makeup. He seemed perplexed at me calling him to take me somewhere alone, but did as I said anyway and got the car ready.

The drive was short and pleasant, with very little traffic.

The doorman greeted me at the front, showing me to the advisor.

“Good day, miss. Does anything in particular bring you in?” The advisor began, smiling brightly.

“Yes, your Emerald Strata Necklace caught my eye a few days ago. I was wondering if you had one available here.”

His smile somehow got even bigger. “Yes, we do have the Emerald Strata. Just this way.”

I followed him through the front of the store to a case holding the necklace towards the back end.

He took the necklace out of the case, holding it up to me. “Would you like to try it on?”

I nodded excitedly in response.

He flashed a pleased look, placing the necklace in a small travel case before showing me back. He brought me to a small room with a large mirror in front of a seat. He sat me down, removed the piece of jewelry from its case, and carefully placed it on my neck. The choker style hugged my neck, and the front detailing fell just below my collarbone.

I checked myself out in the mirror for a bit longer before asking for the jewelry to be boxed up and checked out for me.

Upon my arrival home, I went up to my dressing room to find an outfit for tonight. Daddy was generous enough to give me a new dress every season; he’d go out and pick something he wants to see me in. However, none seemed up to my standards. I tried dress after dress, before stripping down to try different lingerie sets.

Seemingly, nothing in my extensive closet could complement the necklace.

I was eventually forced to strip down to nothing. I stared into the mirror, waiting for some outfit inspiration to strike me. I stared at my body. Slender figure, soft skin, pale in tone, pink in color. Then I raised my sight to the necklace, a bold green in comparison, before settling on my own face. I stared. I stared at my own face until my features moved and distorted in the mirror.

I continued to stare despite now being unable to recognize my own face. “Who am I?” Was the only thought that echoed through my mind.

I had decided I’d go to dinner tonight naked. Nothing but my new necklace.

When the evening came, Daddy returned and had the chef start on dinner for us. Normally, he comes to greet me on days like today, but this time I wouldn’t let him come see me until the food was ready.

About an hour later, Daddy came up to the bedroom door and knocked. “Baby, come on, the food is ready.”

“Go sit at the table. I’ll be out in a bit,” I responded without opening the door.

I waited until his footsteps disappeared and echoed down the stairs before emerging from the bedroom and following him to the dining room.

I arrived in the dining room not long after Daddy sat down, fully nude with the necklace as planned.

Daddy let out a light scoff and shook his head with a smirk on his face. “I see what you’re doing.”

“What?” I responded, “I thought it’d be cute if I came to dinner like this.”

“No, baby, I know what you’re doing. You want to tease me all evening until I can get you in bed with me. Thankfully for you, I’ll let it slide tonight, but don’t do this again without permission.”

I sat down silently. There wasn’t anything I had in response.

“When did I get you that?” He asked.

“I bought it today. I saw a picture of it, and I liked it.”

He chuckled lightly. “So none of the clothes I buy you are good enough? You have a personal stylist and her taste just isn’t right for you?”

“No,” I kept my composure and avoided getting defensive. “I just thought the necklace was pretty, and I thought it’d be sexy for me to come out in it.”

“It is sexy. I’m pleased with the idea, but I pay everyone else good money so you don’t have to think. I married you because of how good you look, not because you have any good ideas.” He took a few bites after chastising me before continuing, “But let’s move past this. It’s ruining my mood and my dinner. I don’t want to be sour with a beautiful, naked woman in front of me.”

I kept quiet and maintained a pleased expression. He was always strict about the things around him, including myself. Typically, his mood didn’t affect me, but tonight his words weighed on me heavily.

The rest of the dinner was silent, with the exception of an occasional sexual comment from Daddy.

After both of us were finished eating, he stood up, his erection almost bursting from his dress pants. He walked over to me and threw me over his shoulder to carry me to the bedroom.

He threw me onto the bed and pinned me down by my shoulders.

He lowered his face down close to my ear and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll think twice before doing anything like this without asking.”

He sat up to unbuckle his belt, sliding it out of the loops and placing it off to the side of the bed. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his still erect member, giving it a few strokes before letting it go. He moved back temporarily to spread my legs apart, wasting no time lowering his face down onto my hips. He kissed the top of my pubis before licking my clit, covering it in his spit. His licking continued downwards, ensuring I was wet enough before he inserted himself.

He lifted his head and moved his hips back into position in front of mine, placing my legs on his shoulders. He slid into me easily and slowly, letting out a relieved sigh.

He looked up at my face and stared. “Look at what you did to me. Look at how hard you have my cock.”

I simply played along and silently bit my lip in response. I had already gotten too close to the line today and didn’t want to risk it by talking back.

He removed his hands from my legs and grabbed the sides of my hips, using them to stabilize himself as he began to fuck me. On a normal day, he’d start off slow, but his frustrations from my infractions caused him to start off fast and hard.

He finished quicker than normal from the teasing, pressing his cock deep inside me as he pumped me full.

I sat up after he pulled out of me, and he pushed me back down.

“I’m not done with you yet. You robbed me of the night I originally planned, so you’re getting punished.”

I had no idea what he meant by this. He had never done anything like this before. But then again, I had never had a day like today before. I realized I had never gone against him before.

He lifted the belt from the side of the bed and hit me on my breast, causing a slight moan to escape from me. Despite the slight initial shock, the stinging left in the wake of the leather felt good.

“You like that?” he asked me.

“I do, Daddy," I responded.

He hit me again, in the same spot, receiving the same response from me. I saw him start to harden again, and he got up off the bed to strip naked.

He hit me again, this time on my thigh. “Get up.”

I did as he said and got up off the bed.

He grabbed me by the hair and led my head down until my lips were touching the tip of his cock. I knew what he wanted and opened my mouth for him, his grip still tight on the root of my hair. He slid himself into my mouth and fucked me again, making me gag and choke. My spit gathered at the base of his dick and slowly dribbled down both my chin and his balls.

I felt him get harder in my throat and I glanced up to see him reveling in the obscene sounds I was making.

After a few last thrusts, he held my head down, pressing my nose against his stomach. I felt his cock twitching as he came down my throat.

He released his grip on me after I finished swallowing.

“Get ready to go to bed, baby,” he commanded as he wiped some of my spit off my chin.