The Secret Side of The BAU

Skye's Birthday

Today was Saturday, September 15th. My 24th birthday. Daddy let me sleep in a bit, but eventually I felt his hand in my hair and I was being dragged off the side of the bed and to my knees on the floor. His cock nudged my lips and on instinct, my jaw dropped open. I was still half asleep, but my body knew what to do.

Daddy kept his grip tight in my hair as his thick shaft forced its way into my throat. He began thrusting instantly. I opened my eyes finally and wiped the sleep from them as he abused my throat.

"There's the birthday girl. Even on your birthday, you're on your knees pleasing Daddy? Perfect little slut." He smiled down at me and even though I knew it was a fake demeaning smile, my skin still crawled with warmth. I was proud of being talked down to.

It felt like his morning wood took a lot longer to explode this morning. Spit was sliding down the corners of my mouth and my eyes were wet with unshed tears as I choked on him. He was not showing me any mercy. He was thrusting just as brutally as he would in either of my other holes.

The only warning that I received of his impending orgasm was a slight change in his breathing. He gasped softly and then my mouth was full of his cock and his load at the same time. I almost couldn't keep up. He kept thrusting as he was cumming which only made my job harder.

Eventually, I did manage to swallow every drop of his thick salty load. Then, he pulled out of my throat and picked me up, placing me on his hip just like he did on vacation. He carried me down the stairs over to the couch in the living room. He told me to get up on my knees and face the back of the couch, so I did.

I was waiting what seemed like a really long time for something to happen. Anything. Then all of a sudden, I felt the familiar sting of leather hitting my backside. I was confused so I looked at him over my shoulder.

"Birthday spankings. Count them out loud." Was the only explanation I got before his belt met my ass again and I was moaning the number two.

By the time Daddy had gotten to spanking number 24, my thighs were shaking and my arousal was sliding down them. I was so horny. But Daddy ignored it. He took my hand as he led me off the couch and to the kitchen for breakfast. He sat across the table from me instead of next to me. Just out of my reach.

Once breakfast was done, we went upstairs where Daddy picked out my tightest pair of jeans and my lowest cut top to wear. Then, he led me to the shower. It started like any normal shower. But when we were almost done and I had just about given up on getting Daddy's cock, he spun me around and pushed me up against the wall, thrusting his cock deep inside my quivering pussy.

He slammed deep and I was loving it. There was a big bright smile on my face as Daddy fucked me. I couldn't stop the noises coming from my lips if I had wanted to. He had his hand on my back holding me in place as he pounded hard and deep inside me. This was the birthday sex I needed. I didn't want sweet romantic Derek. I wanted this Derek. The one who fucked me like a slut.

It couldn't have been even five minutes that Derek had been inside me, but already my orgasm was boiling in my stomach. I was ready to explode. I started to beg. Derek ignored me. He made it almost impossible not to cum. I eventually started screaming my pleas. I needed him to let me cum. He was fucking me so good. His cock hitting me deep. I needed release.

Still ignoring my begging and pleading, he began to slam into me harder. I could tell his own orgasm was nearing and I started to fear that I wouldn't get mine. My pleas became caught in my throat as he pummeled nice and hard and deep. I had all but given up, exhausted, when finally Derek reached around the front of my body and began massaging my sensitive clit while he fucked me. Then he spoke one single sentence.