𝐃𝐓 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓

{E} - Permission

"Daddy, can I touch myself later?" you ask Ethan. He looks at you and you give him puppy eyes.

"No, pet. If you do it anyway, you'll get punished. Understood?" he says sternly. You look at him in frustration. "But-" you try to speak but he cuts you off. "No buts. Obey what I tell you and you'll be fine. If not, you know what'll happen," he threatens.

"O-Okay," you speak sadly. "Good girl," he pats your head. "I'm going to bed. You better not do anything, alright?" he speaks again and you nod. "Use your words, baby," he orders. You look at him and say "Yes, daddy." You watched him leave to your shared room and you sighed. You went into the bathroom, walking towards the mirror, and you stared at the collar around your neck that read "Ethan."

All the good and torturous memories flooded your brain as you continued to stare at it. Good memories such as getting praised by him, him adding romantic bits into your intimate nights. Torturous memories such as having a vibrator directly on your throbbing clit for hours on end, him spanking you with a belt harshly as he fucked you roughly for being a bad girl. You could moan at the thought of him fucking you roughly on your bed, maybe even your couch.

Your eyes shifted to the visible hickies on your neck. Hickies he made to claim you, reward you, even. Your knees felt weak at the thought of him just simply touching you. Maybe you'd disobey him and have him punish you. Maybe you'd crawl into bed with him and cuddle him while he slept.

But what's more fun? Obeying or disobeying? You enjoy the rush you feel when you have to be quiet so you don't get in trouble. And yet you enjoy the praises you get when you behave like you're supposed to. Decisions, decisions.

After long thought, you decided to disobey. What a world of trouble you'll have in store when he catches you. He always catches you. You don't know how but he does. Maybe that's what you're hoping for.

You walk to your living room couch and you turn on the TV. You turn it up a little so that you won't be heard. Ethan was a heavy sleeper, you of all people know this. You, being the tease that you are, had been walking around the house with Ethan's shirt with no panties underneath or a bra. You laid down on your couch and you raised the shirt up a little. You slipped your hand down to your clit and you started rubbing slowly, picking up the pace gradually. You got sensitive quickly but you continued. Thanks to Ethan, you have somewhat of a tolerance. You moaned and you shuddered repeatedly, your index and middle rubbing your clit faster. You threw your head back and you nearly moaned loudly. You bite down on your shirt and you continued.

Your moans were now muffled and yet, you were paranoid. Paranoid that your master would hear you. Paranoid that your master would walk up to you unknowingly and quietly. Paranoid that he'd catch you in the act of disobeying him. But did you care enough to stop? Of course not. You continued to moan and your legs started shaking uncontrollably. You moaned Ethan's name repeatedly and threw your head back, wishing that it was Ethan who was touching you. You felt your climax drawing nearer and you rubbed faster. Your breathing was very shaky and you were a moaning mess. "Mmm.." you moan and you finally reached your climax. Cum flowed out of your tight pussy and you ceased your rubbing. You felt physically drained after your masturbation session and you fell asleep a few minutes after. But little did you know that Ethan would wake up 2 hours later.

Ethan found you laying on the couch with the TV on. He found you laying in a pool of your own cum. This made him angry since he told you not to do this. He stomped in your direction and placed his hand around your collared neck, immediately waking you up and putting you in a state of fear. "What did I tell you, you dumb mutt? Are you that stupid that you can't even follow simple directions?" he yelled at you and you teared up. When you tried to speak, he tightened his grip. "I didn't give you permission to speak, now did I? You're such a bad girl. You're gonna get it," he threatened. He quickly undid his pants and slid out of his underwear. He rammed into you roughly and you screamed. "Shut the fuck up," he yelled at you. His thrusts were rougher than you expected. Tears rolled down your face as you took your punishment.

He continued his rough movements. After a few more thrusts, he pulled out and flipped you over so that you were on all fours. He rammed back into you and you whimpered. He spanked you harshly. Harsh enough to leave five stars marked on your ass. You couldn't handle the sudden pain so you screamed loudly. He did it again and again. "I told you to shut up, didn't I? So why are you making noises?" he screamed. He continued his rough movements and you clenched around him. "Fuck, baby. Do that again," he ordered and you clenched around him again. You whimpered as he kept thrusting into you. "Scream for me. I want everyone to hear how rough I'm being with you," he ordered and you did exactly that. His continuous movements made you moan and scream continuously. He grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled it. "I-I'm sorry, d-daddy," you moaned loudly. A devious smirk creeped onto his face and he pulled out.

He threw you over his shoulder and took you to your shared room. He laid you on the bed and he grabbed some restraints from his drawer. He tied your hands to the headboard and he then reached for a vibrator in his drawer. Your eyes widened as you knew what was coming to you. You tried to get out of your restraints and he laughed. "You're not getting out of there any time soon. Might as well get comfortable," he smirked. He taped the vibrator to your clit and he set it to the highest setting. "N-No, p-please," you moaned loudly, throwing your head back. You screamed at the immense pleasure that flooded your body, so immense that you started crying. Ethan laughed as he watched you struggle. You came and came, you even squirted too.

"I'll be back soon. Don't have too much fun," he said and left the room, closing the door. Fuck, you thought. This torture continued for a while until he decided to enter the room 45 minutes later. "How's my slut doing, hm?" he asked. He saw you laying and shaking in a pool of your own fluids. You closed your eyes and continued to moan loudly. "Please, I-I can't take anymore of this," you stuttered and tears ran down your face. "Maybe you'll learn not to disobey me again," he said. He looked you up and down and he licked his lips. "I-I did it because I needed to feel pleasure. I didn't want to get punished," you cried. He walked closer to you and took the vibrator off your swollen clit. He lowered himself down to you and licked every part of your pussy that had cum. You moaned softly at the contact of his tongue.

He started eating you out like he hadn't eaten in days. You came repeatedly in his mouth and he licked it up completely every time. "F-Fuck daddy," you moaned as his tongue continued to lick every part of you. He stuck his tongue in and out of your hole, causing you to moan louder.

Minutes passed and your body was growing tired of all that was happening. Your body was ready to give out any moment. "D-Daddy, p-please stop. I-I can't take anymore. M-My body's g-gonna give out," you moaned and he stopped. He slapped your pussy a few times, causing your body to move backwards a bit. You winced every time you felt the stinging sensation. "You better have learned your lesson, you dirty cumslut," he said, his voice going deeper than before. "I-I did," you said and he let you free from your restraints. He helped you get comfortable on your shared bed. You panted heavily, trying to catch your breath as your body finally gave out.

Maybe you finally learned your lesson. Maybe you didn't.