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You’re lying on your stomach across the bed, your legs lazily kicking in the air, chin propped on your palms. And I am where I belong: on my knees, below your eye level, caged, leaking, desperate.
You look down at me like I am something you own, not something you love.
You drag a finger slowly across my cheek.
“Look at you,” you murmur. “Already shaking. Already leaking in that useless little cage.”
Then you slap me. Hard enough to make my head turn.
“Eyes up.”
I obey instantly, because I’m yours. And you smirk because you know it.
Your tone turns sharp, mocking.
“You want to hear how I’m going to fuck your dad, my Daddy?” You laughs at the way my breath catches. “You want me to break you tonight, don’t you?”
You don’t wait for my answer. You never do when you play like this.
Your voice drops into something slow, cruel, erotic.
“I’m going to get on my knees in front of Daddy… and beg to suck his cock.”
I feel my cage press painfully against my dick which has been useless. You notice it. You love it.
You lean forward and spiton my face, letting it slide down my cheek and then spreading it all over my face.
“You hear that?” she says. “I’m going to beg him. Not you. Him.”
You lift your foot and press it against my throbbing cage, pushing it down slightly so you can look down at me aching for a release even more.
“I’ll tease him first,” she continues. “Run my lips over his cock while it’s still soft under his pants… let him feel my breath right through the fabric.”
Your foot slides up to my throat. You apply pressure, not dangerous, just enough to remind me where I belong.
“And when he grabs my hair…” she whispers, “I’m going to unzip him so slow… like I’ve been waiting my whole life.”
I swallow. You giggle.
“He won’t even be hard yet,” she taunts. “And he’ll still be bigger than you could ever dream of being.”
You lift your hand— slaps me again.
“That hurt?” You tilt your head. “Good.”
Then you paint the next image deliberately, savoring each word:
“And I’m going to take that big, soft cock into my mouth… and I’m going to suck him until he gets hard—hard for me. Just me.”
You laugh.
“You know what I’ll say while his cock grows in my throat?”
You lean down, close enough that your breath brushes my lips.
“I’ll tell him… ‘Your little cuck of a soncould never do this.’”
My legs nearly give out.
You shove my face aside with her palm.
“Pathetic.”
Then you return to your slow, poisonous narration:
“He’ll hold my head. He’ll fuck my mouth. And I won’t even think about you.”
You snap your fingers in front of my face.
“Because you don’t exist when Daddy’s around.”
My breathing is frantic now.
You love it. You bend down further— slaps me lightly, teasingly, repeatedly— and keeps going.
“When he’s close, I’ll stroke him… look up at him with those eyes you love… and whisper…”
Your voice becomes soft, cruel:
“Daddy, I’ve always wanted you to fuck me.”
My cage aches.
You notice every twitch.
“And then?” You shrugs like it’s nothing. “He’ll explode. All over my tongue. Inside my mouth. Everywhere.”
You make a sound of satisfaction.
“I’ll swallow every drop.”
Then you reach down, take me by the hair, and pull me closer until my face is almost pressed into your stomach.
“And you know what I’ll do next?” You smirk.
You open your mouth. Slowly. Deliberately.
And let imaginary cum drip out— right onto my lips.
“Open,” you command.
I obey.
YOu spits again, harder.
“Swallow Daddy’s load like you’d swallow mine.”
I gulp instinctively. You laugh softly.
“Good boy.”
Then you lean close, kisses my cheek mockingly, and whispers:
“I’m going to fuck Daddy now… and you can’t watch.”
You look at me, right in my eyes, smiling.
You know I would do anything if it meant you looked at me again after walking away from me. You make me say it, clearly.
“You have no idea how close I am to choosing him over you in this moment. And you know what makes it worse. You would still stay. You would still kneel. You would still wait outside the door because you would rather be unwanted by me than wanted by anyone else.”
I beg softly. You don’t even turn around.
The door opens.
You shove me out with one hand.
“You don’t get a say,” you say calmly.
And you shut the door in your face while I listen to you moan yourself till you cum, imagining Daddy’s big hard dick is ripping your pussy apart.