1900-01-01 0000 I wake up and I'm tied to the bedposts. One arm to each corner, my nipples straining upwards and my back arching of its own accord. You're watching me from the end of the bed, looking down the line of my body. A light sheen of sweat covers my forehead and my tongue darts out to lick my upper lip. You mimic the action and it looks utterly sinful. I writhe a little and your eyes snap, like dark flint. 'Don't move.' I force myself to be still as I watch you crawl down the bed to meet me. You lick a trail upwards, starting at my ankles - dipping into each instep - lapping at my knees, up to my thighs - and stopping right where I need you. I'm soaked through. 'Please,' I whimper. You raise an eyebrow and cock your head to the side. 'Please, what, child?' It makes me shiver and shake my head back and forth a little. As though in denial. 'Please lick me.' You shake your head slowly and I whimper loudly. 'Please lick me...?' 'Master?' I try. Your smile curves cruelly. 'That's a start, but no.' I gulp. Shut my eyes. And make myself say it. 'Daddy.' You purr. 'That's my girl. Now say it all.' A rush of heat pools at my centre. It's surprisingly hot to say it. 'Please, Daddy. Please lick me.' You grin, shudder and nod, plunging your head between my thighs. I mewl and pant as you tongue my folds, swiping at my juices and sucking mercilessly at my clitoris. 'Daddy!' I moan, and I find you like it; you continue eating me out with renewed vigour. I come, exploding around your face - and you drink me down. Then, you crawl further up my body and kiss me with the taste of myself on your tongue. 'Child?' You ask, the question clear. I blush a little. 'I taste good on you, Daddy.' You smile, utterly content and gruesomely hot. I risk it. 'Will you let me suck your cock now, Daddy? I want to suck my Daddy's cock for him. Taste my Daddy's come in my mouth.' You shudder and tighten a grip around my thighs. And smile. And nod.