The girl has earned a gift

I sit on his lap, legs together, pretty heels with a peep toe pointed forward. A pretty floral skirt floats over my thighs and drape over his lap. My hands, perfect pink nails aching to scratch on my knees. I am perched with my back arched, excited boring on giddy.
His hands rest on my hips, softly, tentatively. His legs are together underneath me, perfectly still when I want to tremble. I feel his body press against me. I feel myself grow wet.
"Are you excited, baby?" I nod, my head bobbing slowly. I can feel his smile as his chest lifts and relaxes at the same time. His smile makes me feel held while his hands stay relaxed on my hips.
I have been waiting for this, and it's not often that I get to cross things off my list of experiences, especially anymore. There are so few things I haven't done that I want. This is one of them. And now it is mine.
"Tell her what to do, honey." He whispers, his breath soft against my shoulder and neck.
"Get on all fours." The girl in front of me, dark hair pulled back but cascading. She wavers and I can tell. I can see the breath hold in her chest. She sees the corners of my mouth move to command her again, something that should not happen, and practically collapses onto the floor. She gets on all fours and looks up, staring, excited, nervous.
There is one mission today. One moment that all of this is for. I will cum. I will cum in the way that I want.
"From here on out you will not speak, you will bark. One for yes. Two for no. Understood?"
She opens her mouth and pauses, and then smiles. She barks once. His hands squeeze my hips and I begin to grind on his lap. He is my Daddy and it is my job to get him hard.
"Good girl." I smile at her and wink. She knows she must be a good girl for me. She will try hard. She must be up to task. "I want you to stand take off your clothes." She nods and begins to rise. "Slowly. Give him something to watch."
I slide off his lap and stand in front of him. I smile, my Daddy's eyes not leaving mine as she blurs behind me. I kneel before him, opening his legs. I slowly open his beautiful black leather belt, feeling the softness of the leather, the perfect coldness of the buckle in my hands. He smiles at me, his hand propping up his head. I love his smirk.
I pull down his zipper, my eyes going to his mouth, his chest, and then his zipper. I open his pants, and I can feel his hand softly on the back of my head. I look up at him, and I can't help but smile at him. His warm eyes tucked behind glasses, his soft hair perched behind his ear, his cruel and beautiful smirk all make my heart leap.
I pull out his cock and lower my mouth on it, his hand guiding me down. I lower my mouth until my nose rests against his pelvis and I can go no further. I hear him release a breath, his fingers tighten in my hair.
She strips slowly behind me and I hope he is watching, enjoying the show. I hope she is performing as she know she must.
I behind to suck softly, feeling him harden in my mouth. I lap at his cock, my mouth sliding up and down on his thickening shaft. My lips pulse, tightening and releasing, bobbing softly. I roll my tongue over his cock, squeezing and pumping. I want my Daddy to be swollen in my throat. I want to gag on his cock. I want to taste his precum in my throat. I want drool to spill from my lips, brimming over my teeth and roll over his balls.
I feel his fingers squeezing, shifting his hips forward to push further into my mouth and throat. I am desperate to get more of him in my mouth. I begin to pump my mouth, bridging on frantic. He pushes me down onto his cock and I whimper, tears brimming against my lashes, spit rolling over my bottom lip to caress his balls.
I finally pull back, staring up at him, chest heaving, gasping for air. He smiles down at me and I giggle just barely.
"How was she Daddy?"
He smiles at me, his hand caressing my cheek and then chin. He knows that even in this moment, I serve him. His thumb caresses my lips and I kiss the thick pad softly. I close my eyes, reveling in his affection, owned and comforted by this moment. I rise on my knees just slightly. I look up at him, my breath taken.
"She was mediocre. She took off her clothes too fast and without finesse."
I nod, nuzzling his cock with my cheek. "Yes, Sir."
I stand slowly, walking over with the click of heels. "Kneel, honey." I softly stroke her cheek as she kneels back on the floor. I immediately begin to beat her with my bare hand. I begin with her ass, and move to her thighs. She collapses onto the floor and the palm of my hand comes down over and over in thick wails on her thighs, ass, calves.
I roll her over and straddle her waist, slapping her tits as she begins to cry. I slap them over and over and over until her nipples are red and swollen.
"Put your hands over your head." She does. "Are you sorry you failed?"
She nods, opening her mouth and whimpering "Yes."
I slap her hard across the face. "You don't speak, cunt."
She begins to cry again and I continue to smack her. She will remember. The sooner, the better.
Finally she barks once, loudly and my hand pauses.
"Are you sorry you did not serve him properly?
She takes a breath, her tears ceasing. She barks once, softly.
I push the hair from her face, wiping the black tears from her cheek. "You learned your lesson, didn't you, honey?" She nods again. "And you're sorry." She barks, nodding.
I smile down at her, my thumbs slowly cleaning up the smears of makeup which have appeared. I push back her hair, stroking her face softly. "You're a good girl and you're going to try harder."
She nods again and I slowly stand. I walk back to him and lean down to kiss him. He knows that I am in a powerful place and allows me to lean down to kiss him. He accepts my lips, opening my lips with his tongue.
"Take off your dress, baby." He finally whispers against my lips.
I nod, standing to strip off my soft gauze. It floats to the floor and I push it aside with my foot. I stand in front of him as his hands and finger tips stroke my hips. His fingers move to my cunt, feeling how wet I am. His cock stands at attention and I am ready to have my moment.
"My sweet girl, you have earned this moment." I almost giggle, trying to close my lips back into this smile. "Come."
I smile, his legs coming together. I turn around, my legs opening around his as I slowly lower down, guiding his cock into my cunt. I slide onto his cock, my mouth opening in a soft moan. As soon as the shaft is inside me, I wait, holding onto this moment. I ache. I want. I drip cum onto his cock and balls.
His hand moves around my hips to rub my clit softly. I move towards his hand, rocking on his cock, my pussy squeezing his shaft.
When I am settled onto his beautiful cock I motion her forward. She moves to get up. "Crawl."
She barks, crawling forward on all fours. She crawls to his knees, using them to rise up. His hands keep my in place as I am desperate to wiggle, to really feel his cock.
"Lick."
She leans forward and her tongue is on my clit. I catch my breath, letting out a whimper as his hands hold my hips.
I can barely move, but the two of them do. Her tongue rolls hard over my clit, sucking and licking and teasing and aching. He begins to shift his cock, pushing into me and pushing me harder against her. His hands are tight on my hips and I tremble. My hands are tight on the arms of the chair. I want to move and I can't. I want to fuck him. I want to make her drown in my cunt. I want my ache to be theirs.
I want to move. I want to writhe. I can only tremble.
Until I cum. I want to cum.

Marked

The padding of the chair is pressing into my breasts. I'm nervous, and it makes me feel everything. I can feel the cotton of my tank top. I can feel where it meets the elastic of the straps and tightens just slightly. I can feel the ridges and folds of denim rise up where my legs are straddling the chair. I can feel the tip of my toes just barely grazing the linoleum floor.
I can feel the needle buzzing, up and down so fast it's blinding and rhythmic at the same time. I can feel the resting side of his hand on my skin. I can feel the bubbles of blood pool up, and I can feel the artist behind me dotting them off.
Mostly I can feel his eyes on me. I try not to move, as all I want to be is steady, and knowing that he is staring at every flexing muscle, every ripple of skin as the needle moves over the back of my neck is keeping me in place.
And his stare, which I know is there despite not looking up once, is making me wet. Achingly wet. The needle moves over and over, and while my breath is slow, it is strong, trying to keep my heart rate down. The control over my body which he has several feet away is palpable. I push forward with my hips slightly, trying to get the seam of my jeans against my clit. Though I straddle the chair, there is nothing in front of me to give relief.
I breathe slowly. I have been sitting here for both eons and moments. While the pain has subsided for the most part, now and then a nerve is struck and I wince, contracting tighter in order to not move. I have had much practice doing this exact thing.
He walks over and slides a hand underneath my chin, stroking it. I lean just slightly into his palm, feeling the softness of his touch and the brusqueness of his skin. He went before me and I sat and watched as he barely flinched in receiving his mark. Now it is my turn and I am aching to make his proud.
I feel the cloth move over my skin, wiping away the blood which leaks from the tiny pinpricks and mixes with stark black ink.
"You're almost done... you guys are amazing, neither of you even seem to flinch."
I want to giggle. Daddy has been training me to take whatever pain is delivered from him for so long, that it comes as second nature.
He wipes once more and leans back.
"Do you want to see it?"
My Daddy walks around me to look first. "Perfect, thank you." He shakes the man's hand and tells him that I don't need to see it yet.
The man nods and bandages the back of my neck. Daddy leads me out and we drive home in silence. I am waiting for him to say something, give me some indication of something. I am proud of how still I was, how good of a girl I was for him and I am waiting, holding my breath until he says it.
We are in the door, and he closes it behind us. I reach for the light but he grabs my arm. "Take your jeans down to mid thigh."
I nod and do so. He smiles as he sees there are no panties and a wet spot on the jeans. I can feel it as I pull them down.
His fingers are inside me and I gasp, but he's just checking to make sure I am ready for him. His other hand is already on the buttons of his pants. I watched him get hard in the car. It was the closest thing to approval I could get.
He slams his entire cock inside me and pushes me down. I bend at the waist, grabbing onto anything which will steady me as he begins to fuck. His cock slides in and out, pulling out slowly and then slamming back inside. He is silent, and I can barely hear his breath over my own whimpers. My cunt is soaked, wanting.
He is using me. And I am swept up and enlivened by it.
He pulls the gauze off the back of my neck and places his hand over the new tattoo. In black ink, darkened and lightened in soft hues of grey, there is now a padlock on the back of my neck and his is holding it in his hand.
I am owned, permanently marked as his, and I have never felt more perfect. I have never felt more alive. I have never felt more free. I have never felt more.