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Emily dropped her go bag by the door to the apartment, kicked off her boots, and tossed her coat in the general direction of the closet. “Y/N, Baby,” she called out, “Are you awake?”
No reply.
To be fair, it was late...but she could feel the stress tightening all her muscles and she’d really been hoping you might have stayed awake for her for a little stress relief.
Although...
It wasn’t as if she really needed your participation...
You’d been kind of vocal about it, actually.
With a wicked smirk, she began unbuttoning her blouse, discarding it unceremoniously on the way to your bedroom. Wriggling out of her pants, she paused at the threshold to watch you sleeping for a few moments. Her grin widened as she watched you, splayed out on top of the blankets in the midst of the summer heat, wearing a threadbare tank top and nothing else.
Crawling between your legs, she gently pried them apart, so your cunt was exposed. She blew a stream of air onto your clit and couldn’t help but grin to herself as she watched your cunt twitch. Chuckling softly at how incredibly easy it was to get you turned on – even in your sleep – she proceeded to nuzzle into your cunt, her nose brushing your clit as she entered you with her tongue.
Your breath hitched just the slightest bit, making her grin and she immediately made it her mission to elicit as many quiet little moans from you as she possibly could.
She lapped her tongue along your cunt, teased your clit, paying attention to the way your breathy whines turned to soft whines to little moans, making sure to do more of what seemed to be turning you on the most.
Once you were whimpering in your sleep, squirming just the slightest bit, she knew you were on the verge of waking up entirely, she sat back on her heels to admire the soaking mess that was your cunt. The light from the streetlamp outside the window caught the wetness dripping from you onto the sheets below to soak the fabric.
What she really wanted, though, was to have you wake to the feeling of her cock inside you...
She moved through the room, fastening the strap on harness and attaching the cock that she knew was your favourite – you loved the way it stretched you just right and hit all the sensitive spots inside you. Carefully, she straddled your hips, lining her cock up with your entrance and sliding into you, inch by slow inch.
Which is when you woke up.
Your eyes flew open and it took you several moments of visible confusion before understanding dawned on you...at which point you couldn’t help but grin because all your pleading had finally paid off.
“Such a little whore, aren’t you?” Emily taunted as she began thrusting into you at a brutal pace. “I barely had to try to get you wet enough to take my cock. Even in your sleep, you can’t help but get soaking wet for me... Isn’t that right, Angel?”
“Yes, Daddy,” you agreed easily.
“Say it,” Emily demanded, “Say you’re my little whore.”
You whimpered, but were quick to agree, “I’m Daddy’s little whore.” You moved to wrap an arm around Emily’s neck to anchor yourself as she thrust into you.
“Ah-ah,” she tutted, “You’re just going to lie there and take it, exactly the way you wanted it.” She pinned your wrists to the bed. “If you want to be treated like a fleshlight, I’ll use you like one.”
You gasped sharply at the crass words, could feel yourself soaking her cock at the idea of being treated like an object, existing purely for her pleasure.
Emily chuckled. “Oh, so you like that, do you? You like being Daddy’s sex toy?” When you didn’t immediately respond, she commanded, “Use your words, Angel.”
“I love being Daddy’s cocksleeve,” you choked out.
She smirked. “Good. Because I’m going to keep fucking you until I’m satisfied – I don’t care how much you beg me to stop. “Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
With that understanding, she began thrusting faster, harder, until you could only keen and whine, completely at her mercy. She moved one hand from your wrist to grip your chin, forcing her thumb into your mouth. You obediently sucked on her thumb, tongue swirling around it with all the enthusiasm you normally reserved for her cock. (To say that you had an oral fixation would be a great undersell...)
“God, you’re needy,” she scoffed, brushing her thumb along your bottom lip as she pulled it from your mouth.
“Please, Daddy...” you whined, close to cumming, but needing her fingers on your clit to get you there.
She barked out a laugh. “I don’t think so, Angel. Sex toys don’t need to cum, you exist for Daddy’s pleasure alone. Isn’t that right?”
You whined, but nodded. That didn’t stop you from pouting about it, though.
She patted your cheek once, twice, then slapped you across the face. “Good girls don’t complain,” she scolded, “Unless you want me to be truly sadistic...”
“But...” you protested.
She slapped you a second time, pulling out and fully walking away from you, causing you to whimper pitifully.
“None of that!” she snapped, settling the armchair in the corner. She snapped her fingers, pointed to the floor in front of her. “Get over here.” When you hesitated, she demanded, “Now!”
You were quick to comply when she used that tone, scrambling out of bed to kneel at her feet.
She combed her fingers through your hair for a moment and it was almost sweet and tender. Almost. But the moment was short lived and in the next moment, she was pulling you to her cock by your roots. “Suck it and maybe I’ll forgive you.”
Immediately, you lolled your tongue out of your mouth and Emily proceeded to slap her cock on your tongue a few times. With a steadying breath, you took her cock into your mouth, cheeks hollowing otu as you sucked on the tip. You kept your eyes fixed on Emily’s as you lowered your head until you’d taken the entire length into your mouth, holding it in your throat for a moment.
Your eyes watered slightly, not quite able to fully breathe, but you trusted Emily completely and were more than content to let her have full control. You pulled back until the cock slipped from your mouth and you could once again breathe. Gulping down air, you stroked her cock with your hand, the other gripping tight to Emily’s thigh.
“You look so good with my cock in your mouth,” Emily purred, her hips twitching in time with your stroking. “So pretty with your lips wrapped around me like a good little girl.”
You lifted her cock, dragging your tongue along the underside, then kissing the tip. You didn’t speak, knew that wasn’t what she wanted you to be doing with your mouth. You once gain took the cock in your mouth, sucking hard. You bobbed your head, letting the cock fill your mouth and throat with each stroke.
Emily hummed a pleased note as she watched. “You’re doing so good, Angel,” she moaned, gripping your hair tighter, struggling not to force your head down any further than was comfortable. Spittle collected in the corners of your mouth and with her other hand, Emily wiped it away with her thumb.
Feeling her juices dripping down her thighs from the sight and sound of you giving sloppy head – a sinfully delicious experience – Emily was very nearly on the brink of cumming. Her hips bucked forward, her cock hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.
She paused, waiting for you to tap you, but you didn’t, instead keeping eye contact in a way that let her know you were ready and able to take everything she had to give.
With a growl low in her throat, Emily thrust forward, slamming her hips into pink swollen lips. You moaned around the cock, the sound spurring Emily on further as she set a rhythm with her thrusts, plunging the cock into your throat.
“Such a good girl,” she murmured, “You’re doing so well.” Then, a stern command, “Make Daddy cum. I want to cum in your mouth.”
With a little whimper, you moved your hand between her legs, fingers slipping easily into her cunt, making her cry out. Your thumb drew sloppy circles on her clit and her hips twitched in response, her pussy tightening around your fingers.
You wanted so badly to touch your own clit, but weren’t about to do so, knowing Emily would take away her cock and leave you desperate and needy for days on end.
When Emily came suddenly, her hips stuttered to a stop as her whole body trembled with the force of her climax. She cried out, hissing a sharp, “Fuck!” which only made you want to smirk, filled with pride over so effectively having made her cum.
She released the hand holding your hair, letting you pull back from her cock and catch your breath. The saliva coated cock glistened in the overhead light, bobbing slightly as she caught her breath as well.
Once she’d collected herself fully, she patted your cheek, then stood, stretching out her muscles and moving to the en-suite to clean up.
“But... Daddy?” you questioned, batting your lashes up at her as sweetly as possible.
“What?” she asked, as if she truly didn’t know. “You think I’m letting you cum after you were a whiny little bitch?”
You cast your gaze downwards, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “Maybe?” you mumbled.
She laughed. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before being a brat.”