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Rey woke with a muffled whimper as soft kisses pressed along her shoulders. She stretched her legs, whining faintly, before she shifted backwards, moving herself against the warm body behind her. Another kiss on the back of her head, then Kylo’s strong arms circled Rey, pulling her to press firmly against his chest.
“Good morning, little.” Kylo spoke directly in her ear, his voice hoarse. His hand moved across her bare chest as he grazed his calloused thumb against her bare nipples. Rey shivered as her nipples hardened under Kylo’s touch.
“Morning, Daddy.” Rey rolled her hips, rubbing herself against his erection.
Kylo chuckled. “Greedy little.” He pinched her nipple, making Rey wiggle more.
“Not greedy,” Rey mumbled. She turned, craning her head, to leave a sloppy kiss on Kylo’s cheek. Arousal began to pulse through her, and Rey tilted her hips again, hoping to bring his attention to his erection. “Daddy.”
“Hm?”
Rey wiggled again, shifting so that his erection sat pressed in the crease of her ass. Kylo rocked his hips slowly, gently grinding his cock against her, while his fingers trailed lines on her skin on his path down her stomach. His hand slipped underneath the waistband of her underwear. Rey shifted slightly to part her legs, and Kylo slid one finger between her folds.
“So wet. My drippy little girl, aren’t you?” Kylo murmured. “Already so wet for Daddy.” He dipped into her entrance and Rey tensed, but a moment later Kylo retracted his finger, instead moving to her clit. Kylo spread her wetness there, then circled around it, pressing firmly as Rey writhed. Her ass rubbed against his erection with every movement she made, and Kylo groaned in appreciation. “Got a needy cunt, don’t you, little?”
Rey hummed in agreement, enjoying his touch, but whimpered when Kylo removed his hand from her underwear. She wanted more, and it was a testament to how well Kylo had trained her that she didn’t roll over, pull their underwear to the side and sink down on his cock. Thinking of fucking him made the need worse—Rey’s clit prickled as her body began to wake, and quick flashes of desire rolled through her.
“You’re making Daddy too hard,” Kylo said quietly. “Help me feel better?”
Rey wriggled around to face him, kissing Kylo’s lips at once. “Of course, Daddy.”
She eagerly shimmied down his body as Kylo turned to lay on his back. Rey pulled his boxers down his legs, pushed them off the edge of the bed, and settled between his spread thighs. She laid on her stomach and lifted his erection. She pressed a soft kiss to the tip, a tiny bit of precome sticking to her lips as she pulled away.
Maintaining eye contact with Kylo, Rey licked up the length of him, swirling her tongue around the tip of his cock before she repeated the motions. Rey rubbed her fist around the base of his cock while she worked him into her mouth. Rey sucked, sliding down until she met the edge of her hand, then sucked.
She was thankful he hadn’t removed her underwear before, or else she’d be leaving a mess on his blanket that Kylo would have to clean later. Rey hadn’t had an orgasm in over twenty-four hours, and between Kylo’s teasing and his dick in her mouth, her cunt soaked with need for release.
“Move your hand, baby,” Kylo choked as he brushed away some of the hair crossing her Rey’s face.
She opened her fist with his cock still in her mouth. Rey glanced up at Kylo with question in her eyes. A moment later, his hand had moved to the back of her head and shoved her down until his erection was buried in her throat. Her eyes watered as her throat tried to adjust to the fullness.
“Aw, such a good little taking all of Daddy’s cock,” Kylo said, amused, as Rey attempted to squirm from his hold. He adjusted his hands on her head, holding each side of her face, and lifted her from his cock. Rey only had a second to gasp in a breath before Kylo pushed her face down. He pulled her head up, then lowered her again, establishing a quick rhythm as he fucked her throat.
Rey’s opportunities to breathe shortened as Kylo’s pace increased. He fucked up against her while pulling her down onto his cock, making Rey choke or cough each time her nose pressed against his abdomen. Kylo’s groans rose in volume and he held Rey to his erection with shaking hands. His hips jerked up as he came, spilling his hot come directly down Rey’s throat. Rey gagged as his cock pulsated in her mouth.
When his grip loosened, Rey rose, bouncing up the bed to lay on Kylo’s chest.
“Thank you, little.”
Rey beamed as she wiped away the excess of tears and spit from her face. “You’re welcome, Daddy.” She stretched forward to kiss him, pressing her lips to his as Kylo’s hands moved to her breasts. He stroked a nipple with the edge of his thumb. Her nipples and her clit both felt needy—her nipples tingled with anticipation, while her swollen clit seemed stimulated even just by skimming the fabric of her panties.
Rey, in an attempt to get more friction, leaned into his touch, but Kylo retracted his hand, resuming his too soft ministrations.
Ah. He was in the mood to tease today, then. Rey loved the extra attention she got on days like this, but hated the delay of release. Waiting was her least favorite thing in the world, sexual or otherwise—Rey had never once been described as patient. She so often considered excusing herself to the bathroom and secretly rubbing her clit until her orgasm hit. But that would be against the rules. And Rey was a good little—she would never come without Daddy’s permission.
Kylo stroked light, random lines across her body as Rey squirmed, fighting the instinct to shove her hand in her underwear and see if she could come before Daddy pulled her over his lap. He rubbed a finger against her panties, right over her clit. Rey moaned and wrapped a hand around his arm, hoping to secure Kylo’s hand on her core. This was a mistake, Rey realized a second too late.
Kylo sighed, and removed his hand from her cunt, pulling from Rey’s grasp without effort. Rey’s clit pulsed, and her pussy clenched down around nothing.
“Daddy.” Her begging never worked, but maybe she’d get lucky, and Kylo would give in today. “Daddy, can I please have an orgasm? Please?”
“Aw.” Kylo kissed her head. “No, little. But you’re such a good girl for asking politely.”
Rey’s body thrummed from his praise, or maybe from her horniness.
Hopeful, she tried again. “Please?”
“No. Maybe later, if you’re good.” Then, Kylo added, “But since Daddy loves you so much, he’ll pick out your panties for today if you like.”
A smile broke on Rey’s face and she wrapped her arms tight around Kylo. “Really, Daddy?”
It was so rare he would pick what she wore, but Rey loved when he did. Kylo preferred her topless while they were home, so the only way Rey got to express herself was the pair of underwear she wore. And there was no better way for her to express her love for Daddy than by letting him have even more control over her.
“Yes, really, little.” Kylo squeezed her. “Go pick out five pairs, and bring them here. I’ll choose from those.”
Rey squirmed out of his arms, and all but ran to their closet. She moved to the drawer where her underwear were, pulling five random pairs from the top in her haste.
Kylo was seated, reclining against the headboard when Rey reentered the bedroom. She held out the clump of underwear, bouncing next to him as Kylo separated the mass in his lap. He picked up each pair, and inspected it for a few moments before dropping it.
Kylo sighed as he released the fifth pair. “No, none of these ones. Bring me five more.”
Rey smiled and kissed his cheek before rushing back to the closet. She grabbed mostly thongs this time, pulling them from the drawer as quickly as she could, excited to get back to Kylo.
Rey presented them to Kylo.
Again, he inspected each, then sighed. “What are these, little? I don’t understand.”
Rey shifted on her heels, confused. “What do you mean, Daddy?”
“These are all things a slut wears.” Kylo shook his head. “I know my little isn’t a slut.”
Rey flushed. She’d worn each of them before, and he’d never said anything about her looking slutty then. She was confident he’d fucked her in some of them, too.
“Bring me five more. Good ones this time.”
In the closet, Rey opted for a variety this time. She had ones that made her feel extra little—cheeky boy shorts with cartoon prints, but also included a couple of lacy, though full coverage pairs. Rey brought them back to him.
Inspection. Sigh. Head shake.
“This is concerning, little,” Kylo said. “I didn’t realize you were such a slut.”
“You bought all of them for me,” Rey snapped, defensive.
Kylo raised an eyebrow. “Drop the attitude, little. Go get five more.”
Rey tightened her jaw but turned and returned to the closet. She stepped heavily, hoping to nonverbally convey her annoyance.
“Keep stomping,” Kylo called after her. “See what happens.”
Rey grabbed a more assorted bunch this time, before heading back to Kylo’s side. She threw the underwear on his lap.
Kylo, choosing to ignore the disrespect, looked through the pile. “Nothing cute?”
“They’re all cute,” Rey said through her teeth, in a half whiny, half snappy tone she didn’t recognize.
“These—I’m sorry, little, but all of these are slutty too.” Kylo’s eyed glanced across Rey’s breasts before he looked at her face. “Are you a slut, little?”
“No,” Rey said, annoyance bleeding into her voice.
Kylo sighed. “Five more then, I suppose. Bring me something a good little would wear.”
“No,” Rey repeated. “If you’re going to be picky, go get them yourself.” And I am a good little, Rey almost added, but the look of shock on Kylo’s face made her pause.
Kylo took in a slow, controlled breath before he spoke. “Daddy was so excited to pick out your undies today, little. I didn’t expect you to get bratty about it.”
Rey’s fingernails dug into her palm. “I’m not being a brat, but—”
“A brat or a slut. Which one are you?”
“I’m not—”
“Because I know my little wouldn’t wear anything like those.” The mock frown on Kylo’s face pushed Rey’s irritation over the edge.
“Fuck you,” Rey hissed. “I’m not a brat, and I’m not a slut, and—and I’ll pick what I wear today, and I don’t care what you think of them.” Rey leaned across him, intent on grabbing one of the thongs he’d discarded, but Kylo grabbed her torso, pulling Rey onto the bed with him. She cried out, and attempted to squirm away, but Kylo held her on his lap until Rey stilled.
“I didn’t expect a brat to put herself over my lap,” Kylo crooned, then laughed when Rey made another effort to break free. “I could make a good little out of you, I think. Some training required first, though.”
“I’m not a brat,” Rey snapped, only sounding slightly defeated. “I’m a little.”
“A brat, and maybe a slut, too.” Kylo’s fingers pressed against the wet spot on her panties, and Rey gasped, flexing her hips back towards his touch. Kylo laughed again, then lowered his fingers over her clit. “Oh, most definitely a slut. Look how wiggly you get.”
Rey moaned as Kylo rubbed her clit, still so sensitive and swollen from his earlier touches.
“I wish I could let you come,” Kylo said as he increased the pressure, firmly rubbing over her. Rey cried out as his fingers left her core. “But you need to be punished for getting an attitude, don’t you?”
Rey clenched her teeth, choosing to ignore him. She’d stay silent, Rey decided. Ignore him and not take the bait and—she cried out in shock as Kylo’s hand slapped her ass.
“I asked you a question, and I’d like a response, slut. Do you need to be punished?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Rey mumbled.
“Good slut,” Kylo said, kneading her ass to relieve some of the sting from his spank. “Sluts like being spanked, don’t they?”
Rey didn’t know if she should continue arguing and push back or play along, but it didn’t matter as his fingers traced around her clit again. She quivered, pushing her hips back in hopes to get more than a faint touch, but Kylo spanked her the instant she moved. Rey groaned, absorbing the blow as her clit tingled with anticipation.
Kylo pulled her panties down her hips and Rey gasped, steeling herself for his touch on her core, but Kylo continued spanking her, no longer hard enough to hurt. It was as though he knew that every light strike on her ass made her core thrum, feeling as if he were slapping her clit instead. Rey panted. She could feel how wet her pussy was. Kylo had thought she was dripping earlier, but that was nothing compared to now. She could feel herself soaking her thighs, and likely Kylo’s.
His hits stopped, and Rey perked up, praying that his fingers would slide inside her, curling against the sensitive spot he always teased after her punishments.
But instead, Kylo tapped her thigh. “Get up, brat. You can spend the day naked. Maybe it’ll make you appreciate the next time Daddy wants to pick out your panties.”
“More. Please.” Rey’s leg twitched. “Please, Daddy. I want to come.”
Kylo patted her thigh again. “No. Sluts don’t get to come, do they?”
“Daddy, please.” Rey, breathing loudly, still didn’t move from his lap. “I can’t—I’m too wet. Let me come, please. Please can I come?”
“No, and if you ask again, it’s going to be a week without an orgasm. Get up.”
Rey rose, reluctantly, and pouted when she looked at Kylo. Another wave of desperation overtook her, and Rey considered dropping to the floor and begging him to at least let her touch herself. And she almost did. Almost.
Rey didn’t say anything, and neither did Kylo, but his hand again moved between her legs. He flicked over her clit once, and Rey gasped, her knees jerking outward awkwardly.
Kylo laughed at her reaction. “Oh, I like you like this, little. Right on the edge, and so sensitive. We’re going to have a fun day, aren’t we?”