𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑. 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

𝘬𝘣 | 𝘴

YOUR FUCK TOY:
KATE BISHOP

[ tw - choking kink, daddy kink, dom!kate, sub/bottom!y/n, fingering, oral, edging, orgasm denial, degrading, praise ]

Y/N

"Fuck, daddy! Please let me cum!" I cried out. Kate had pushed me so close to the edge that given the chance, my orgasm would come crashing down.

"Hold it like the good slut you are." Was her only reply.

We were home after a romantic day out. The dishes had been dumped in the sink to clear space for the amount of fucking we did on the kitchen island. So, I suppose that's how I ended up here, at Kate's mercy, on top of our expensive marble counter-top.

Kate's tongue pushed again and again into my pussy, licking at different angles with every assault. One of her hands forcefully kept my left leg pushed aside, while her other hand fiddled dominantly with my breast. I moan again, louder this time as she moved her head away from my soaking wet pussy and replaced her tongue with two fingers. The harder she thrusts and curls, the closer I got to the edge.

"Oh my, look at you, slut. You're dripping all over our kitchen counter." Every word meant another thrust into my core, and every so often, she pulled her fingers out before slamming them deeper into me. For a moment, she attached her tongue to my clit, swirling around before biting effortlessly down. She only pulled away to talk again. "I hope you plan on cleaning up your mess, princess."

I think her words made me ultimately and somehow wetter as another long moan fled from my partly open mouth. Kate's lips reattached to my clit for a few minutes, tongue flicking in time with the rhythmic movements of the curling of her fingers. With every stroke, I edged closer to release, closer to the high I'd been chasing for fifteen minutes; as every time I got close, Kate would realise, and, teasingly so, would slow down so the prospect of an orgasm disappeared all together.

Soon, Kate's tongue left my clit and trailed up the bare skin of my stomach, back up to my exposed breasts. Lazily, her tongue moved between the valley of my boobs, swaying this way and that like a bending river. Her free hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing lightly and expectantly, waiting for the next round of pleasured moans to erupt, which they did as soon as Kate's tongue swirled about my hardened nipple. Moan after moan left me, and I shuddered when my hips bucked up. Promptly, Kate smashed my waist back down onto the counter and I could feel her fingers pulling away, I could hear the tutting forming in the back of her throat.

"No, Kate, please- I'm sorry!"

Her fingers may have stopped moving but they stayed inside my body, which in turn made me flush more. Kate's left hand moved away from my throat and down to my pussy. Taking two fingers, she collected the wetness that dripped down my body and put her fingers to my lips.

Instinctively, I took her fingers in my mouth, the taste of myself moving about on my tongue as I swirled it about. "You'd better learn when to keep your mouth shut, princess, or I'll fuck it till you can't talk. Do you understand me?"

Kate's eyes were wide with threat - and lust. I nodded.

A look of momentary frustration flickered in Kate's eyes. She withdrew her fingers from my mouth and slapped my across the check. I gasped a little at the contact but no doubt did I get wetter. She gripped my chin harshly, angling my eyes to look up at her. In the second, I swallowed back any courage I may have ever had and let out a single shaky breath.

"Do you understand me, slut?" Kate asked again, this time the venom in her voice proving the dominance she showed.

"Yes, daddy." I said, my eyes flickering between hers. A contented and sly smile made its way onto Kate's lips and her fingers began to work again. I gasped when she moved her fingers so deep into my pussy that they hit my g-spot. I wanted so badly to move my hips against her hand, to grind down hard on her fingers as she continued her assault on my pussy, but I kept my hips on the counter, and the moans rolled off my tongue again and again. Her fingers sped up and her free hand made its way back up to my throat, which she squeezed with pleasure. I sucked in a quick breath and let it out again as it accompanied another moan.

Kate moved her mouth between my clit and my breasts - sucking and swirling and biting and pulling to her heart's content. I gasped at the harshness of her teeth until she shut my mouth by kissing my bruisingly hard. Her tongue pushed easily past my lips, dancing around in my mouth, tasting me as she does so often. Suddenly, her teeth bit down on my bottom lip and she pulls slowly back. When she lets go, she grinned, a dominatingly sly look glistening in her eyes. With every thrust, Kate paired a hickey to it. The slower - agonisingly so - the thrust was, her darker the hickey would be.

She marked the skin from my jawline down to the skin of my inner thigh, each bite sinking teeth into my skin, nipping me pleasurably. Every deep thrust meant me edging closer to my orgasm, and I risk it. "Please . . . daddy. Please let my cum for you."

Kate's head pulled away from my body and her fingering slowed but doesn't stop. She snaked her free hand yet again around my throat, squeezing lightly to watch my squirm my breathing is strained. "Who do you belong to, princess? Her breath is warm and her voice is deep, hot.

"You, daddy. Only you. Always you." My answer is clearly a good one because her fingers reward me with a single deep and long curl inside of me.

Kate placed a single soft kiss onto my belly. "Who does this pussy belong to?"

"You, daddy. It's yours to use whenever you want."

She grinned into my skin. "And why is that, princess? What are you?"

"I'm your fuck toy, daddy." My answer is rewarded with a biting kiss and a few deep thrusts, which edge me impossibly closer yet to my limit. "Please, daddy . . ." I beg.

"You're my fuck toy. Mine to use, mine to destroy, mine to keep."

"Yours! Yes! All yours! Please!" I bite down on my lip to suppress a squeal that threatened my lips.

"Come for your daddy, my fuck toy." Kate's voice was effortlessly deep and husky, gritting against the back of her throat as she ordered my orgasm. I yelled out as I came, and Kate continued to thrust her fingers deep into my pussy as she helped me down from my high. Pant after pant flooded from my mouth and I felt my legs relax on the counter top, like the marble wasn't still as cold as ice beneath my naked body.

When I regained a moment of strength, I lifted my head to look at my girlfriend, whose eyes hadn't left me for a single moment this evening. She grinned at me, satisfied with her work, taking her cum-soaked fingers in her mouth. I watched her carefully, eyes batting at how fucking hot she was and how for a moment, I was no longer sore. I would pay her to ruin me for days on end. But I'm pretty sure she'd do it for free.

She didn't seem to be finished, however. "I hope you intend on cleaning up every bit of the mess you made, whore." Her voice was yet again surprisingly low, and that same lustful glint remained in her eyes. I swallowed again.

"Of course, daddy." I nodded submissively at her.

Her smirk grew. "Do a good job for me, baby, and you'll get the reward you dream of."

"And if not?"

"Well, princess, I think a punishment may be necessary for sluts who cant follow simple instructions."