"I'm making spaghetti and meatballs tonight," Phil said, grabbing his coat, "I have to buy a few things, I'll be back later."
"Okay, love you." I said before kissing him on the cheek and closing the door.
That's a little odd, he never cooks.
About an hour later Phil was back with supplies.
"I missed you," I said,
He ignored me.
I went to take a nap, thinking he needed a break from me.
Oops.
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I woke up finding myself in the dark with only a small candle lit by the wardrobe.
I was slightly confused. Maybe Phil wanted me to nap well?
My thoughts were interupted by a small creak in the floorboards.
"Phil?" I said nevously.
Nothing.
"Phil it's like 1am come to bed."
Shadows.
I was starting to get a little nervous. Is that Phil? Why is he acting so weird?
I sank deeper into my blankets, fear crawling up my spine.
I almost screamed hearing a whisper from beside me.
I couldn't make out what it said, but it sounded like Phil.
"I hope it fits" It said again,
"Wha-" I got cut off by my mouth being stuffed and my arms being pulled in ways I didn't know possible.
I tried screaming, but it was useless.
I quickly realized the person was Phil after I felt his warm hands around the back of my neck.
I softly moaned at his touch.
Ropes were cutting into my arms.
Phil knew I had a daddy kink, but I didn't think he'd take it this far.
Phil lit more Christmas scented candles, then went away at stripping me of my clothes.
Warm hands roamed my body, leaving me breathless.
He quickly pulled out whatever was in my mouth and roughly kissed me.
It was enough to drive a person mad.
Phil pushed me away and inserted something warm and hard into my mouth.
"Suck" He demanded,
Of course I did what he said, I didn't want to make him angry.
Even though I didn't really know how to do it.
I carefully moved my head back and forth, trying my best to make him happy.
