secretdaddy:In the hall. Before we turn the corner and into our bedroom. An unexpected pause along
secretdaddy: In the hall. Before we turn the corner and into our bedroom. An unexpected pause along the way. No words are spoken; just Daddy’s hands pinning Kitten’s shoulders to the wall. His gaze locked on her baby blue eyes, her wrists taken in his strong hands raised above her head and placed there. She knows. She doesn’t require straps or buckles. Daddy has placed her hands high up on the wall for a reason. She knows not to ask. Daddy wishes it. His lips on her lips; her cheek; her neck. His other hand finds her thigh. Lifts the hint of a skirt she wore for the evening’s festivities out on the town. It served her in the restaurant, teasing Daddy. It served her in the car as she rode next to him and fed him tastes of her from her fingers as he drove. Daddy’s wide palm finds Kitten’s heat and quickly dampening cunt. The growl in her ear is all she needs to maintain this posture, this position, and keep it- until Daddy’s hand buckles her knees and he is forced to scoop her and take her to the bed… -- source link