The Gift #NSFW, 18+

The Gift #NSFW, 18+

They strolled, arm in arm, enjoying the soft light afforded by the street lamps in this little, tourist town.  Enchanting architecture, welcoming watering holes, and quaint shops created a sense of tranquility in them both and she laid her head down on his shoulder for a moment; content.

Her contentment turned to wonder as he led her into the quiet shop.  It was not an establishment they frequented often as it was quite a luxury.  She inhaled deeply, the scent of musk washing over her.  Releasing her hand, his eyes encouraged her to explore, and to enjoy.

She slowly reached out and brushed her fingers across the velvety feel of the cashmere coat, with fox trim.  She longed to feel the softness, the warmth of the fur encasing her naked body.  Not being able to resist, she picked up a rabbit stole, rubbing her cheek against the glorious texture, her eyes closed.

He watched her as she moved from item to item, slowly.  His eyes feasted on her every move as she longingly touched each exquisite piece in the collection, and he felt his cock harden in response to her soft cooing and fluttering lashes.

As she stood in front of the mirror, a chinchilla fur stole wrapped around her bare shoulders, he knew that he would buy her this gift.  He gently removed the silken piece, his eyes revealing nothing of his plans.

“It is time to go now, baby girl,”, he told her, firmly.

She obediently picked up her purse and handed him the hanger, thinking he meant to hang the treasure back on the rack.

Her eyes widened in thrilled surprise as he carried the luxurious item to the register.  She stood by his side, clasping his arm as he paid, as excited as a small child on Christmas morning.  He asked the saleswoman to remove the tag as his “girl” would be wearing the item out.  He took the chinchilla stole and wrapped it once again around her shoulders, kissing her deeply, unconcerned about who might be watching, and then he led her back into the darkness.

His arms wrapped around her shoulders, he led her to the car and tucked her safely inside.  As he headed them toward home, he glanced over at her, noting her beaming smile and closed eyes as she enjoyed her gift.

“Happy, Princess?” he asked, softly.

“Yes, Daddy…so happy.  Thank you so much,” she replied, a dreamy expression in her eyes.

“You can thank me when we get home, sweetie,” he said, his voice hardening in lust, an unspoken promise of what was to come.

Her body responded to his commanding tone and she squirmed in her seat, feeling the warmth between her thighs.  After a present like this one, she owed him one helluva thank you.

They arrived home and he helped her from the car.  Wrapping her in a tight embrace, they stood there, under the stars in front of their sanctuary, grateful for their ever evolving love for one another.

But it was time, he could wait no longer.  Taking her by the shoulders, he looked into her eyes, his gaze firm and unwavering.

“I would like you to go to the bedroom, remove everything but your panties and your new present, and wait for me on the bed,” he told her.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered in response, turning to obey his wishes.

He watched her go, the stole swirling around her lovely form.

Entering the house, he could hear her movements in the bedroom.  Allowing her only a few minutes, he walked into their bedroom, wearing only his slacks.  She had lit the propane fireplace, and his eyes adjusted to the dim, romantic glow.  There she was, stretched out upon their bed, wearing only her black lace panties, the enchanting stole, and a smile meant only for him.

He walked toward her slowly, savoring the curves of her body and the way her chest rose and fell in anticipation of his arrival.  He smelled her sweet scent as he drew closer and he knew if he were to brush his fingers between her thighs he would find her wet arousal there.

Saying nothing, he reached her, and placed a gentle kiss upon her lips.  Her eyes closed and he allowed his fingers to brush across the silken stole around her neck.  He traced the magnificent chinchilla pelt down across her breast, pinching her nipple lightly and extracting a deep moan from her as his hand continued to move lower.  After a moment of no contact, he lightly brushed her most sensitive, feminine area with his finger tips, causing her body to jerk in pleasure.  Her response awoke his most primal reaction, and without further hesitation, he was upon her…a lion, and she his prey.

Her panties were ripped down, his cock freed from its cage, and he thrust into her, claiming what was his.  His hands pinned hers above her head, and all that remained between them was the luxurious texture of fur as he skillfully rode his little girl to oblivion.  As he heard her cries become more intense and he felt her muscles contracting around his cock, he pulled out suddenly, rising above her.

Her body writhed in desperation and she cried out as he flipped her over, pulling her ass up in the air by her hips.  He mounted her again, one hand on her hip, and one hand gripping the stole, pulling her head back as he rode.  He felt her pleasure mounting and in one final thrust, he brought them both to ecstasy.

Falling to her side, he wrapped her in his arms and buried his face in the soft fur still wrapped around her neck, closing his eyes.

He had wined her, dined her, dressed her in the finest…and then he had stripped it all away, taking her with such force that her body still trembled under his.  It was his gift to her, his complete and total domination of her being.

 

Thank you for the gift, Daddy!  And thank you all for reading 🙂

Love, nora

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