Theme: Age play, praise/degradation mix, kink, submissive
Keywords: DDLG, roleplay, obedience, training.
The clink of cutleries sounded loud, Lina sat still placing her legs on Damien legs, she was trying to get his attention but he was too busy staring at the long sheet in front of him.
He didn't look at her and she hated the fact that the piece of paper was important than her.
He was reading the wine list, like the girl under the table wasn't shifting in her seat, craving for his attention.
"Daddy," she said softly, reaching for her glass of water with fake innocence, "Can I have dessert after dinner?"
He finally lifted his eyes, he stared at her for a second, the look made the pit of her stomach clench.
"You've already broken two rules tonight, princess," he said, his voice sounding low like if he was telling her a secret. "What makes you think you've earned anything? You don't even earn my attention."
She pouted and leaned closer, her glossed lips parting slightly. "I've been a good girl Daddy."
Damien set the wine menu down, he looked at her calmly, "Strike three," he murmured.
Lina's thighs clenched, she hadn't even touched her steak, she had pretended to be eating meanwhile she was seeking for attention too bad.
She was aware of the threat in his voice, the way his hand casually rested on the table near his phone, his fingers that was used to command her body just by making certain movements.
He didn't need to raise a finger to make her obedient. All he needed was that tone, the one that was always used to promise her punishment.
Damien made suddenly movements with his fingers telling her it was time to go home.
She sat quietly beside him in the passenger seat, her hands folded neatly on her lap while Damien rode the car.
Silence was also part of the punishment and it always drove her mad.
Her skirt had ridden up slightly, but she didn't dare fix it, she knew he saw it, he could also tell she was horny from the restaurant, she had been trying several ways to make him know she wanted to be manipulated.
At the red light, he finally spoke. "When we get home," he said, not looking at her, "You're going to kneel fro me, you're going to beg for me and you're not going to do anything I say you can't do until I say you can. Understood?"
She nodded quickly breathing shallow. "Yes, Daddy, I understand."
The corner of his mouth twitched as he perceived her vulnerability.
Arriving home, the sound of the front door locked behind them echoed through the quiet apartment.
Lina didn't dare turn around, she stood perfectly still in her heels and skirt, her heart pounding in her throat.
Damien's voice came low, right behind her.
"Strip." He commanded taking a sit.
Her breath hitched, her leg going weak from the dominant word.
"Here?" she asked, blinking innocently.
"I thought I said no questions, you broke a rule again."
She obeyed, slowly peeling off her top, letting it fall to the floor, her bra followed after exposing her pretty chest to him.
She turned up to him, biting her lips seductively touching her bared body.
Damien's eyes devoured her, he stared at her perfectly crafted body but he didn't move to touch her, he just sat at the couch with his hands spread on both sides.
"Your hands behind your back and get on your knees. Now."
Lina dropped instantly, her palms resting at the base of her spine, her bare chest rising and falling with nervous excitement as she dropped.
Damien stood up from the couch, he walked up to her and circled her slowly.
"Open your mouth wide."
Lina did without complaint, Damien slid two fingers in, pressing them down on her tongue as he touched the back of her throat.
"Not so bratty now, are you?" he said, watching as she struggled not to gag. "This mouth doesn't get to lie to me again, when I ask if you've been good, you answer truthfully, you understand?"
She moaned a sound of agreement around his fingers.
He withdrew and wiped her spit on her cheek.
"Messy little thing," he murmured, staring at her pleased. "Crawl to the bedroom with your ass perked up."
Lina did with her legs trembling, her pussy dripping wet and Damien could see it as she crawled too desperate to knowing exactly what kind of night Daddy had in store.
Lina was already kneeling when Damien entered the room. Her arms were still behind her back where she'd been told to keep them.
She didn't move when Damien came in, she straightened her back a little more with her chin lifted up and her eyes staring down.
Just like Damien had taught her.
He walked around her in a circle, the scent of leather and his cologne thi She could feel him looking at her, she was even turned on more as her body pulsed from just being looked at.
She wanted to say something or beg him to touch her but it was part of the rules for the punishment.
"You've been a naughty little thing tonight, trying to get my attention, talking bad at me." he finally said halting. "Wiggling under the table, pouting at me and lying to me, don't you think you deserve a worse punishment?"
Lina clenched her thighs, his voice was making her drip. "I just wanted you to—"
He pulled off his belt and wiped her inner thigh stopping her from talking.
"I didn't ask why, did I?"
She sucked in a moan that threatened to escape, "No, Daddy."
"Then don't speak unless I tell you to."
She nodded, her lips pressing shut, her skin was already flushed, her nipples hard and red in an attractive way.
Damien knelt beside her, he traced his fingers lightly down her spine.
"I said crawl to the bedroom with your ass up, and you didn't even arch for me properly." His voice was lower now, closer to her ear. "Are you so desperate to be corrected tonight, baby?"
Lina nodded, she didn't want to talk because words weren't safe, not yet, not now that she's desperate for a touch.
His hand wrapped around her neck, squeezing tightly but not choking her.
"Good," he whispered. "Then let's correct you properly."
He stood and walked to the other side of the room."Face me."
Lina faced him biting her teeth to stop her moans,
"Open your mouth." she did
He slid something inside. It felt too cold, it was a training gag, it wasn't too big, it was just enough for her.
She moaned behind it, her body reacting to it.
"On your hands and knees," he said, now sitting back on the edge of the bed. "And crawl to me slowly."
She moved toward him like a pet, her hair falling in her face and her breasts swaying slightly with each movement.
By the time she reached him, she was shaking with want and need but Damien knew her too well, he didn't touch her.
He leaned in, removed the gag with a soft pop, and whispered, "Climb up the bed, and lie on your back with your arms above your head."
Lina moved like a woman possessed, climbing up the mattress and laying herself out exactly as he had said.
She bit her lip, trying to still her breathing, but it was no use, she was already throbbing.
Damien secured her wrists with soft rope above her head, pulling just tight enough to restrict movement.
"You've had no control tonight," he said as he tied her. "So I'm taking it all away and you aren't allowed to cum not until I say so, If you do, you won't get a touch from me for a week."
Lina whined softly, her expression pleading.
"You understand?" he asked, leaning down so their noses almost touched.
"Yes, Daddy," she breathed, voice trembling.
"Good girl."
He trailer kisses down her neck, he didn't rush to edge her because Damien never rushed.
He teased her nipples with his thumbs, rolling them gently, and watched her writhe beneath him.
When his hand slid between her legs, she nearly sobbed, she let out a low whine rocking her body to Damien.
"So wet," he murmured, dragging his fingers slowly through her folds. "This is what acting up earns you, princess. A soaked little cunt that Daddy controls."