I Need You, Please | FemDom&MSub

Chapter 2 - Daddy

Now it's my turn to play.

I reach up, letting my fingertips graze his chin before I cradle his cheek in my palm. With a gentle yet firm lift, I guide his head upwards, ensuring his eyes meet mine. In his gaze, I see a flicker of realization—he understands, perhaps for the first time, how deeply I've taken control. His hands fall limply to his sides, a clear sign that he's beginning to relax under my touch.

His eyes flutter closed, savoring the warmth of my hand against his cheek, as if the very act of surrender is natural to his soul. I can sense it—the tension within him, the struggle between holding back and the desire to let go fully. He wants to surrender, just as much as I want to witness that moment of surrender unfold before me.

My gaze drifts downward, noticing something that piques my interest—a hidden glimpse of deep burgundy red under his denim. The rise and fall of his unsteady breaths, so close I can feel the heat of them brushing my skin; I feel his jaw tense in my hand, telling me he's aware I've noticed. His calm facade is fragile, and I know it's only a matter of time before it shatters.

"Come on," I coax, my voice a velvet command that leaves no room for him to question it.

"I know you want to show me. Do as I'm telling you."

His eyes flutter open, and without hesitation, his hands trace his sides, fingers trembling as they work to pull off the denim. As it falls to the floor, he stands there, exposed in a delicate piece of burgundy lace panties. My hand reaches out, a featherlight caress down the warm curve of his side, tracing a slow, deliberate path to his waist.

My fingers glide over the intricate fabric, feeling the softness of the lace and the dampness of his switching cock; a hard shiver courses through him at my touch. His breath quickens, almost needy. How sweet.

"You're beautiful," I murmur, the words slipping out so naturally as I take in the sight before me. I step back, savoring the view. The red lace panties cling to him perfectly, highlighting every dip and curve of his body, and the vulnerability seen in his posture excites me even more.

Our eyes meet again, and in that shared look, a silent understanding passes between us. The tension in the room thickens; a smirk curves at the corners of our lips—each a mirror of the other's desire.

I step closer, the air between us hot and charged. Our lips are so close now, separated only by a breath. "Get on the bed and show me what you really want," I whisper, my breath teasing against his parted lips.

He pulls off his shirt, his eyes searching mine, unsure, as if asking for permission to speak.

"Go ahead," I say softly, aware of the uncertainty in his eyes, giving him space and trust to speak freely.

"Um... can you please call me kitten?" he asks, his voice barely a whisper, his vulnerability and his desires laid completely bare.

I take his hand in mine, lifting it to my lips. I press a soft kiss against his knuckles, a gesture meant to ground him and let him know he is safe in this space. I see the tension in his shoulders ease, his body relaxing once more under my influence.

"Of course I can," I reply, my tone firm yet gentle. 

"Also," I wanted to add, "I need you to verbally consent to this type of dynamic, okay? Im hoping you know about the traffic light system." I phrase it as a question, keeping the air light but filled with the weight of trust we've built.

"Yes, I'm familiar with it," he says confidently, which is a great sign. "Green is go, yellow is pause, and red is stop."

"Is there a safe word that you prefer? Because this whole meetup was really spontaneous. I know we're friends, but now it's definitely changed." I say, still not sure on where we stand, I move my gaze from him to other parts of his room deep in thought, as in what type of relationship this is. Friends with benefits? More than that? 

"I prefer Red as the safeword; it's just easier to remember. And I feel like we should talk about our relationship after everything has settled down." He states, and he's right, we are both not in the right mindset to be talking about anything to do with us, if it even is that.

"Yeah, good idea; we'll talk after everything has cooled down." As I look into his eyes again, I notice that he's shifting around. Well, well, look who's so eager.

His breathing has picked up, and he continues to lick those plump lips of his. He clears his throat to make absolutely sure that I'm paying attention. 

"Please, I want you," he breathes. "I need it." Would you look at that? He finally got the courage to spit it out.

"You want me? Then you have to earn it," I reply sternly, my voice low but commanding. "Now, get on the bed so I can really see you."

He takes a deep breath, steadying himself, and steps back slowly, turning around to reveal more of himself. As he does, I notice a cat tail butt plug peeking out, fluffy and grey with a delicate speck of white at the tip. A knowing smile tugs at my lips.

I tease, my voice dripping with playful mockery.

"Oh, so that's the reason you want to be called... kitten."

I vaguely hear a soft whimper coming from him, I'm going to have a lot of fun with this nickname, I think to myself.

"Kitty, kitty, kitty... It rolls off my tongue quite nicely, hmm?"

I see him shiver visibly at the nickname, and I take advantage of his reaction, leaning into whisper.

"And tell me, do you want me to spread you open... is that what you need, sweet kitty?"

"Yes, daddy, please," he replies instantly. Then quickly backpedals, turning around to face me and apologize. "I'm sorry I didn't mean—I just said it slipped out, I'm so sorry if I offended you; you're a woman, and-"

"Hey," I say softly, "Let's take a breather and clarify this. Look, you don't have to worry about that too much, cuz I have a kink for that too."

"Wait- really?" He stood there just stunned.

"Yes, because haven't you realized the type of dynamic that we're in?"

"Um yes... dominant and submissive." He says slowly, still trying to grasp everything, as he sits on the edge of the bed.

"Good, now put the pieces together." I want to push him to think for himself in times like these; I need his impute for this to work sensibly.

"Okay, that makes sense." He says, sitting on the bed, as if having a casual conversation. "...but wouldn't you prefer mommy?"

"Some women do, but I happen to be one of a few that prefer to be called daddy."

"God, that sounds so good; please can you say it again..." He starts shifting on the bed, visibly turned on.

"Say... what again?" All I want is to hear him say it; he's perfect.

"Please tell me to call you, daddy." His abs flex, trying to keep himself up right, shivering at the thought of giving him what he craves.

"Oh so you want a command?" I smile amused; he's quite easy to read.

"I need you to touch me, Daddy, please." His voice was breathy, desperate.