"Breathe, baby." Michael murmurs, caressing your hair while he examines your naked body.

You feel drool building up around the corners of your mouth and feel embarrassed, shifting your bare knees on the wooden floor.

"Good girl." You see Michael reach into his pocket and pull out a black silk blindfold.

You feel your heartbeat pick up and you panic, shaking your head.

"Shh, you know I'm not going to push you too far, girl. I am aware of your limits."

You whimper softly as he blindfolds you, making sure not to make skin-to-skin contact with you.

"You've been such a bad girl lately." He mumbles beside your ear, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

You feel all of your senses heighten as he steps away from you.

"Take a deep breath." he whispers softly.

You know what this means; you quickly inhale, bracing yourself for pain, but you feel nothing for a minute or two. You start to wonder if he's stepped out of the room for a moment when you receive a sharp swat on your right buttock with a crop that you're way too familiar with. You groan and breathe through your nose, trying to remain calm. The worst has yet to come.

You shift on your knees and Michael nudges you forward, making you kneel on all fours. A few seconds passed by, and he resumes his delicious torture on your behind. He stops every couple of swats, making sure you're not having too much trouble keeping up, but still delivering your punishment.

"Why were you being so bad today, girl?" Michael asks huskily, as you hear his zipper tug and then seconds later, you hear him step out of his pants.

Swat.

You're silent out of fear and he wants you to answer him, but you can't find the words.

"Answer me, or I'll make you." Michael says, running his fingers over your throbbing womanhood.

"I'm.. not sure..." you whisper as his fingers tease your slick folds.

Swat.

He removes his fingers from right where you want them and hits you with the crop again.

"I think you were just begging to have Daddy play with you like this." Michael says seductively, running his hand up your inner thigh.

"Please, Daddy... I'll be good!" You whimper, the teasing getting the best of you.

Swat.

"It's too late to be good now, little girl. You'll be sorry before you're good again."

You hear Michael drop the crop and you tense up. He grabs onto your hips and holds you steady before positioning his hard cock at your aching spot.

"Beg." He says, rubbing the tip all over your wetness.

"Please, Daddy. Please fill me up. I need it so badly. Please put it inside me, I need you, please make me better, Daddy!" You moan, the pressure building up before he even touches you properly.

Michael forces his cock inside of you quickly, causing your back to arch. Your legs tremble and your eyes roll back as he begins stroking into you slowly, but roughly.

"Who does this belong to?" He says, gripping onto your ass.

"My Daddy!" You moan as he begins to pound into you harder.

"And who's your daddy?"

"You, Michael! Michael, you're my daddy, you're my-" you trail off, speaking gibberish as he stretches you out.

"That's it, that's a good girl. Does that feel good, baby?" Michael asks softly although he's pounding into you.

"Y-y-yes..." you moan, your legs nearly giving out.

Michael stops, pulls out of you and flips you onto your back. He holds your legs back and shoves his cock back inside of you. He picks up right where he left off, thrusting into you roughly, but now he's able to see more of you. He plays with your breasts, teasing and tugging on your nipples while your cheeks flush and you whine.

His hand goes over your mouth and he pounds into you harder than you can take without losing your breath. He then grips onto your leg with one hand and really lets you have it, while rubbing your little pearl with the other. You feel your legs tingling and going numb as he completely ruins you, causing you to roll your eyes back.

"Do you like that, baby?" He grunts as he gives it to you like you've always wanted it.

"Mmmm... nmmmhh!" You whine as tears form in your eyes.

All of his rubbing and thrusting into you is more than enough to force an orgasm out of you. You feel it rip through your core as he restrains your legs, pushed back and exposing you. He can feel you tightening all around him, to which he slows his pace and allows you the pleasure of feeling every single inch gliding in and out of your throbbing womanhood. You feel him throbbing too, and you know he's going to let go very soon

"Please..." you whimper as he slowly thrusts, torturing you.

"Please, what, baby?" He mumbles before thrusting his cock completely inside of you.

"Please!" You cry out, your walls contracting again.

Michael begins thrusting at a steady, quick pace and he resumes rubbing you as he does so.

"You want me to cum inside you, girl? Right here?" He forces himself deeper inside of you and it almost hurts too badly.

"Yes... yes, please, yes!" You call out, feeling your orgasm building up once more.

"Tell me again, who's your daddy, baby?" He rubs you even faster.

"You, Michael. You're my-ahh-you're my... daddy!" You moan as your walls begin to contract all around him.

Michael pounds into you relentlessly, releasing your legs and you wrap them around his waist and he holds you close as he thrusts. You feel yourself begin to orgasm as he leans his head back and you know he's reached his orgasm as well. His big hands grip your body tightly and he moans your name as his thrusts slow down, but continue to stay deep.

"Baby... oh, baby... good girl." He whispers, taking off your blindfold to reveal your beautiful tear-stained eyes.

"Thank you, Daddy." You giggle.

He slowly pulls out of you and kisses your beautiful face.

"I love you, angel. You're such a good girl, you're mine." He kisses your neck and lays beside you, holding you tightly against his chest.