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[Part one](

Note: non-sexy buildup until ++++++++++++

Thanks u/ComprehensiveNet4547 for the sandwich making piece and feedback ?

“I’m gonna make us some breakfast.”

I watch as you roll up the sleeves of your shirt, place a wooden cutting board on the counter, and pull open a drawer withdrawing a knife. All of your actions so seamlessly strung together, a delicate dance as you fire up the old gas stove, arrange the ingredients on the counter, lay bacon in the pan – your body swaying from side to side, the muscles in your legs flexing as you rock back and forth.

I watch your body move as you work, how your forearms tense up when you slice the tomato and season with olive oil and freshly ground pepper… I notice the way your chest and shoulders broaden when you crack and whisk the eggs.

This is your element. I’ve since hopped up onto a barstool, hopefully minimizing risk of getting in your way. From here I’m able to get lost in your concentration and *incredibly* sexy confidence… and I almost miss the endearing smile on your face as you catch me watching you. A tender wordless moment before retuning your attention back to the pan.

I continue to be mesmerized by literally everything about you and my mind starts to wander. I think about the softness of your skin against mine, the feeling of your hair running between my fingers… the weight of your body pushing down onto mine when we finally are able to make it to the bedroom… or the living room. Or any flat, sturdy surface…

My trance-like state of mind is interrupted by you suddenly moving a few steps towards me. My legs instinctually part for you and I discover myself hooking my feet around your thighs, using my legs to pull you in closer. Your fingers lightly caress my back as you lean in to kiss me deeply. A timer goes off. I groan and you press your forehead against mine. Your eyes remain closed but I watch your face transition from frustration to softness in a split second… Before pulling away, you kiss me on the cheek and ask: “Are you just gonna watch, or do you want to make us some coffee?”

“Uhhh, yeah. I mean no… Uh, I got this,” I stammer while hopping down from my chair to start gathering the necessities for a good pour over. The overhead speakers chirp as your phone connects via Bluetooth and I see you scrolling on your phone, most likely searching for the perfectly curated playlist you’ve been working on since the moment one of us shared a good song and the other actually liked it. Familiar instrumentals and lyrics fill the space, really adding to the relaxing vibes we’ve got going for us. The music, paired with the sounds of sizzling hot oil or the knife hitting the cutting board really settle my nervous system and I truly feel at home. Two mugs clink together as I fix you a cup of coffee the just the way you like it.

After handing you yours, I slide my now free arm across your back and around your waist. As I look up at you, you confidently drape your arm around my shoulders and return my admiring gaze.

“To an amazing weekend.” You wink with that stupidly cute half smirk on your face. We clink mugs.

“To an amazing weekend indeed,” I say before taking my first sip.

The next couple hours are spent catching up on probably too many things. Between bites of sandwich and sips of coffee you tell me about the progress you’ve been making on your list of home projects and I respond with sharing how frustrated I am with the slow learning process of my own newfound hobbies.

Inevitably we’re both hit by food comas and are left no choice but to focus our energy on creating the most comfortable space in existence. We gather every pillow, cushion, and blanket we can discover in the whole shack and add it to the growing pile in the living room. You work on moving furniture to accommodate your vision of cushion placement and I follow by dispersing and arranging pillows and blankets. Finally we’re both standing in the doorway, your arm once again resting around my shoulders and we collectively inhale and take in the wondrous sight before us.

“Good work, partner,” you proclaim and we high-five before laying down for a much needed nap. The last things my brain registers before allowing myself to close my eyes and melt into your warm embrace are the sheer curtains dancing in the cool breeze coming in through the open window.

+++++++++ later in the afternoon +++++++++

My phone buzzes and I see a text from you reading:

[*Daddy’s ready for you*]

Wait, what?! I nearly drop my phone in the sink currently full of dirty dishwater.

Moments ago I left you sitting in the living room reading your book – you seemed so immersed in the story. I figured since you were so deep into your reading that I could take a moment to sneak off and tidy up the kitchen… maybe even grab a snack…

[*Daddy’s ready for you*]

I read your text over and over again. Eventually, it hits me and I recall the conversation we had a year ago about an agreed upon trigger phrase:

> When I say the words “Daddy’s ready for you” you are to stop everything and come discover me, understood?

I do just that. I immediately drop everything and rush back to you. I take a couple steps into the room before stopping and feeling you move behind me. A strange mix of arousal and excitement create in my chest as you block my main escape route… My breathing becomes increasingly shorter as my body becomes more and more aware of your presence behind me.

“Keep looking straight ahead,” you command.

*gulp* “Yes sir.”

I close my eyes and fill my lungs with air as I feel silky fabric being dragged up the bare skin of my arm. You use a blindfold to cover my eyes, robbing me of my sense of vision and firmly knot it at the back of my head.

“Take my hand and follow me.” You gently guide me to the nest on the floor and I’m suddenly on my back, surrounded by dozens of pillows and soft blankets.

Silence. For what feels like an eternity…

Suddenly you’re straddling me. You pull me up into a seated position and I feel my shirt being pulled up and over my head and beyond my arms, leaving my breasts cradled by a really old, tattered bralette.

“Sorry, uh – I didn’t have time to change into the fun stuff I brought for you,” I mutter apologetically.

“Shhh,” you lean forward to silence me with a kiss. “Don’t apologize. You look perfect to me.” Your hands gently push me back down onto my back and your fingers tug at the waistband of my shorts, gently peeling them down the length of my legs and finally tossing them to the side.

I start to feel myself wanting to apologize again for the sight of my very not-sexy underwear. “S-sorry…”

“I said… Stop. Apologizing.”

My. God. The sternness in your voice is such a fucking turn on. But of course you know that already…

You nudge my legs aside slightly and inch your way closer. Your hand guides my leg up in a way that allows you to plant a kiss on my big toe. Fingers gently knead the tender parts of my arch, tension leaving my body in waves of breathy moans. “Oh my god. Ohmygodohmygod. Oh. My. God,” I moan repeatedly as your lips make contact with all ten of my toes. Never knew these areas to be erotic hotspots of mine.

You shift your focus from my legs to my chest. You plant tiny kisses along the hem of my bralette and your fingers snap the elastic shoulder strap against my blushing skin. “Time to take this off,” you mutter, pulling it up over my head. Gingerly, you trace your tongue along my clavicle, strategically placing kisses down my heaving breastbone. My nipples harden and become increasingly sensitive to the warmth of your breath as you swirl the tip of your tongue around the dark circles of each areola. A faint whimper fueled by desire escapes my lips.

I remind myself to surrender my body to the pleasure and arousal as it washes over me. Deep breaths allow the energy created and moved by you to flow freely through my body, resulting in a combination of sounds; moans, gasps, whimpers, and occasionally an exasperated growl. Every now and then you hear me start to pant, my breath becoming shallower as my body tenses and writhes in pent up ecstasy.

“Breathe, baby. Breathe.” A welcome reminder to relax, be present, and enjoy.

Eventually, I can’t help myself but lift the blindfold to sneak a peak. Of course, this is not acceptable behavior and it’s evident in your reaction:

“**Absolutely not.**” The little girl part of me flinches and quickly lowers the blindfold. Before I even have the chance to beg for your forgiveness you order me onto my stomach.

“No point in using this as a blindfold anymore…” You say, tutting three times in disappointment while removing the silky piece of cloth from my eyes. Instead you use it to tie my wrists together so they’re above my head and out of the way.

****smack**** — Your hand makes contact with my right cheek through the thin fabric of my panties.

“There’s more where that came from,” you assert firmly, almost daring me to go cross you again. I can hear you start to remove your pants by the clinking of your belt buckle and the sound of your zipper. My mind is flooded with images of your cock, both flaccid and erect, once again lighting that fire between my legs.

You groan loudly, a clear sign of your arousal, and proceed to remove my panties just as you did with my shorts. For a moment I neither feel nor hear anything and I don’t dare turn around to check in with you. I’m imagining you standing or kneeling behind me, cock in one hand, the other wandering upwards from your stomach to chest just like you’d do in the videos…

The light breeze through the window draws my attention to the wetness down by my exposed pussy. The combination of the cool sensation and the intense rush of arousal set off a full-body chain reaction and of course, you notice.

You notice the difference in my breathing – slow, controlled yet quivering breaths leave my body through exhalation – feeble attempts to maintain composure. Faint spasms in my left leg pull your gaze to my plump ass, and subsequently back to my glistening vulva.

You separate my pink lips by running a finger upwards, front to back, in a beckoning motion. I imagine you taking a moment to swirl and spread my wetness between your thumb, middle, and index fingers. Faint noises of licking and sucking leave me desperately wanting to see your face as you taste my sweet juices for the first time.

Your next exhale comes out in a low moan as you lean in closer. I feel you firmly plant one hand next to my face while simultaneously snaking your other arm down under my hips, lifting me onto my knees, ass in the air in perfect puppy dog pose.

“You’re so wet for me, baby. And you make me so hard.” My pussy us now on full display and you continue to tease me with your fingers. “I want you so bad,” you plead softly while gently pushing the tip of your erect cock against my wet, swollen opening.

NSFW: yes

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