Negotiations With The New Girl

She’d bargained to let me watch, touch if I’d wanted.

I had declined, prefering to get to know her a little better, and give her the first time with Daddy as a solo act.  I find sometimes more is not merrier when it comes to forging those first physical bonds.

She slept between us that night.  I’d been glad to have her there, missing the feminine more than I’d realized.  I woke first, or perhaps second, noticing she and I were alone, nude bodies pressed together in slumber.

I pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder and her eyes fluttered open.  She smiled lazily, the expression of someone who’d found something she’d been missing the night before.

“Shall we negotiate?” I suggested with a sly smile, knowing what she’d liked from the night before.

I grasped her by the hips and rolled her to straddle me, feeling her warmth tickle my thighs.  Her hair fell in waves around her and I reached up to tug it, mesmerized for a moment.

“You say sex is on the table,” I murmured.  “Hair pulling?” I asked.

She moaned her permission as my fingers found their way closer to her scalp, fisting there exactly the way I loved it done to me.  I raised my torso to meet hers, breasts brushing against breasts as I slowly bent her backwards with hands and will.

“Biting?” I asked.  “Soft or hard?”

My teeth found the mound of her breast and began to sink in slowly, tauntingly.  Her breath caught as the pressure increased.  I could feel her getting damp agasint my thigh, and I shifted mg legs so she rode one.  As I bit into her other breast, she pressed that wetness into the stability of my thigh.

“Shall we try a flogging then?”  I asked.

I disengaged and began to organize my floggers.  Selecting one I knew was excellent for warm ups, I had her assume the position.

A throat cleared at the door.

Daddy leaned against the door frame looking amused.

“Having fun with your toys, babygirl?” He asked.

“I was just about to, Daddy,” I responded, the gleam in my eye suddenly bearing an odd similarity to the one I saw reflecting back at me.

About the Author

Christmas bunny has been exploring kink since she was legal to do so.  Her serious writing started in college, where she accidently got some of her papers published in educational journals.  She has recently expanded her writing to include her kink journey.  She began writing in the physical realm, but shed some of her inhibitions and began sharing those entries with others.  She now keeps an active blog of her personal growth and her relationship with her Master / Daddy Dominant and writes helpful educational posts on a variety of subjects.