Dirty Little Secrets, Dirty Little One Shots (h.s.)

Daddy

***Warning adult content. Not recommended for young readers. I am republishing these stories, and adding some new ones. When you receive update notifications to see if it's something you haven't read yet. Another note, if you don't like it don't read it, just move along. For the rest of you, enjoy ***

My phone starts ringing, instinctively I know who's calling me because this is the time of day when Harry gets off work. I answer it in a playful voice because I've missed him more than normal.

"Hey baby are you coming home to see me? I've wanted you so bad today."

"Mmm tell me more Princess. How many times were you naughty while I was at work?"

"Six times, please come home and take care of me, I need you."

Ok, so six times is an exaggeration but I'm trying to prove a point. My point being, I'm horny as hell and I want him home right now. 

I should know better; begging gives him a reason tease me. He makes the torture last as he can possibly handle it without driving himself crazy in the process. I have no one to blame besides myself, this happens every single time. I do this subconsciously because deep down I enjoy it, I love this little cat and mouse game we play. It's obvious I'm a glutton for his type of punishment.

"Hmm. I was on my way home darling, but I just remembered that I need to make a couple stops on my way. It may be a couple hours before I get there."

Yup, here we go he's ready to taunt me. He gets off on this, he's a dominant sex partner and any amount of control I give him, he seizes it and runs completely wild. 

"No, baby don't stop anywhere. Come home, please."

There's a moment of silence before he speaks again.

"Are you arguing with me? You know what happens when you backtalk. You're gonna wait until I get home, do you understand?"

"Yes Daddy, I promise I'll behave."

"That's a good girl. I'll call when I get close to home." He pauses to change his tone. "Even though you've been naughty today I still love you."

"I love you too. Hurry home please."

I hang up and slump back onto the couch. This is torture, I hate this and love it at the same time. I'm sitting at home on the couch already wet and desperate for him, he drives me mad and he's fully aware of what he's doing. I need to find something to distract myself or I'm gonna lose my mind.

I fold the clean laundry, load the dishwasher, then vacuum the living room. I'm doing anything to keep myself from thinking about Harry fucking me. But like clockwork, the moment I'm completely distracted a notification goes off on my phone. And of course, it's Harry.

H: If you're a good girl you'll get this when I get home.

Me: Get what Daddy?

The next notification...it's a video of him sitting in his car rubbing his dick. He's so fucking hard, why is he doing this to me? And where the hell is he at? I'm melting between my legs. I should've never asked him that question, I can't even think straight.

Me: Daddy can I please play now? I can't take this, you're killing me!

H: Don't you dare, no one touches that sweet little pussy until I say so. Do you understand me?

Me: Yes Daddy

I nearly jump out of my skin when my phone rings again, now he's FaceTiming me.