Casey’s heart raced with excitement as she checked her phone for the umpteenth time that evening. The New Year’s Eve lights twinkled outside her bedroom window, casting a warm glow across the room, but her mind was elsewhere. A text notification finally buzzed in the quiet, the screen lighting up with the name she’d been longing to see all week: “Daddy.” The anticipation had been building like a crescendo in her chest, and now, with the promise of his impending visit, her body responded in kind, a symphony of desire and need. Daddy, her rich, commanding boyfriend, had a way of making her feel alive, of reducing her to a quivering mess of submission and lust. She knew what he liked, what he craved, and she was more than willing to give it to him.
The sound of the doorbell pierced the stillness, and Casey leapt from the bed, her pulse quickening. She glanced at the clock; it was later than she had expected. She had been preparing for hours, making sure every detail was perfect, from the candles flickering on the bedside table to the bottle of fine wine chilling in the fridge. As she dashed downstairs, the anticipation grew into a delicious ache between her legs, a reminder of what the night had in store. Her stilettos clicked against the marble floor, echoing through the hallway, each step bringing her closer to the man who owned her body and soul. She paused at the door, taking a deep breath to steady herself, and pulled it open to reveal Daddy, dressed to the nines, a devilish smirk playing on his lips as he surveyed her.
He stepped inside, the cold December air a stark contrast to the warmth of his presence. His eyes raked over her, lingering on the lacy lingerie she had picked out just for him. The scent of his expensive cologne filled her nose, a heady mix of spice and leather that never failed to make her knees weak. “You’ve been a good girl, Casey,” he murmured, his voice a velvet caress that sent shivers down her spine. “Now, I think it’s time for your reward.” She swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing as she recalled their last conversation, the way his deep timbre had sent a thrill through her when he spoke of his desires. Tonight, he had said, he wanted to claim her in a way that would leave her begging for more.
Leading her by the hand, he guided her back upstairs, his grip firm but gentle. The coolness of his skin contrasted with the heat of hers, setting her nerves alight. She knew that tonight would be different, that he had something special planned for them to ring in the new year. He had told her to be ready, to do whatever he wanted, and she had taken his words to heart, preparing herself both mentally and physically for his every whim. Her ass clenched at the thought of what was to come, the thrill of the taboo making her wetter by the second.
Once in the bedroom, Daddy released her hand, allowing her to stand before him. He began to undress slowly, each layer revealing more of his muscular body. His eyes never left hers, holding her gaze as he unbuckled his belt, his erection straining against the fabric of his trousers. He was the picture of control, of power, and she reveled in her role as his eager submissive. “Take off your clothes,” he ordered, his tone low and authoritative. “Show me what’s mine.” Casey’s hands trembled as she complied, her fingers fumbling with the delicate strings of her lingerie. With each piece that fell away, she felt more exposed, more vulnerable, but also more alive. She stepped out of the last of her clothing and waited, her breath shallow, her body poised for his next command.
He approached her, his movements deliberate, and traced a line from her collarbone down to her navel, his touch sending sparks of electricity through her. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “Tonight, I’m going to fuck your ass until you scream for me to stop.” Casey’s knees threatened to buckle at his words, her pussy clenching in anticipation. She had always enjoyed their anal play sessions, but there was something in his tone, something in his eyes, that told her this would be an experience she would never forget. “Thank you, Daddy,” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.
Guiding her to the bed, Daddy instructed her to bend over the edge, her ass in the air. He stepped away briefly, and she heard the sound of a drawer opening and closing. When he returned, he had a bottle of lube and a look of determination in his eyes. “Spread your legs wider,” he said, and she obeyed, her cheeks flushing at the exposure. He knelt behind her, his strong hands caressing her ass cheeks before spreading them apart. The cool liquid of the lube was a shock against her heated skin, but she relaxed into his touch as he began to prep her, his fingers sliding in and out with practiced ease, stretching her and lubricating her for what was to come.
The sound of his zipper was like a gunshot in the quiet room, the anticipation reaching a crescendo. She felt the tip of his cock press against her anus, and she took a deep breath, bracing herself. With a slow, steady pressure, he began to push inside her, the sensation both painful and exquisite. She moaned, her body instinctively trying to resist the invasion, but she knew better than to fight him. She pushed back, eager to take all of him, to show him just how much she could handle. His grip tightened on her hips, and he began to thrust, his movements building in intensity, filling her completely. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, making her toes curl and her eyes water. “You like that, don’t you?” he grunted, his voice tight with restraint. “You love it when Daddy takes your ass.”
The rhythm grew faster, more erratic, and she could feel his urgency building. Casey’s moans grew louder, filling the room as she lost herself in the sensation of being claimed so completely by the man she adored. She reached between her legs, her hand finding her clit, her fingers moving in time with his thrusts. The pressure grew, the pleasure building like a dam ready to burst. “I’m going to come,” she whimpered, her voice high and needy. “Do it,” he growled, his strokes becoming more powerful, more demanding. “Come for Daddy, Casey.”
With a cry that was half pleasure, half pain, she climaxed, her body spasming around his cock as he continued to pound into her. He didn’t stop, didn’t let up, driving her higher until she thought she couldn’t take anymore. And then, with one final, deep thrust, he came, his seed filling her, marking her as his. They collapsed onto the bed, both panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Daddy pulled out, his cock still hard, and she felt the warmth of his cum leaking from her ass, a testament to his dominance. As he wrapped his arms around her, she knew that this was just the beginning of their night together. The fireworks outside could not compare to the explosion of passion that had just occurred between them, and she was already eager for what the new year would bring!!
Happy new year from your fave slut!!!
Casey <3
