Black Daddy Dom – Brian Pt. 02

Black Daddy Dom – Brian Pt. 02 by DarkFemNoir

Explore the thrilling continuation of Brian's journey as a Black Daddy Dom in this adult sex story. Discover the passion, desire, and experiences that unfold in Pt. 02.<br/>

Please read Part 1 for context.

In my deepest, darkest fantasies, I dreamed of a man like Brian. His beautiful features, his business savvy, and the tight leash of dominance he effortlessly exudes.

He made it clear that he wants me. So much so that he wanted me to drop everything and run off to St. Louis with him after one date. His training started before I even left the hotel room that night.

“Get the food.”

I scamper around to find a towel to cover myself.

“No clothes baby.” He says sitting up in bed, observing my first uncomfortable command from him.

“Yes, Sir.” I say instinctively.

I get over myself and answer the door naked to a curious smile from the young steward, revealing nicely shaped curves of a pleasure slut with a face card that rarely declines.

I retrieved the food, rolling the cart to the bedside. We had a light, intimate dinner in bed. It felt nice to be so carefree with my handsome companion. Even though things moved fast, I’ve seen his perfect dick. Laying right next to him, I need him inside of me. I licked my lips at just the thoughts of him.

Feeling his hand trace my jawline to the acknowledgment of the cute collar adorned for him. He trails a delicate touch to my breasts when my hardened nipples perk to his attention.

My body is his to explore. When I think about giving him full consent to have me any way he wants, excitement bubbles at the notion of his range.

I’m anxious with my legs spread wide when he’s close to entering me. A lubricated condom stretches his fat dick head, ready to meet my walls.

My arms caress his back with a soft touch, exposing my full femininity when the fire in his eyes smolder with intensity intent on claiming this pussy.

“Mmmm Brian, your dick, mmm,” straining to receive him to my inner pussy. He lifts on one elbow, slowly gaining his pace, allowing me to adjust to his thickness. Feeling him inside of me already makes me crave his potent sex when I look at him.

He’s insatiable when he spreads my legs wide missionary, staring into my soul when I give myself to the man I know will own me. My wet, swampy pussy confirms this. He swiftly pulls out, flipping me on all fours to take me from the back without missing a stroke.

His intensity is all consuming when I moan and cry and beg into the sheets for him to take all of me. The pain of my well beaten ass flares when he goes deep makes me wetter, thinking I could love him.

“Daddy, please, Brian. I need you.” I cry in pure satisfaction, arching into the pound that I indeed need him desperately.

“That pussy’s sweet. Yeah! Get this dick bitch.” He growls, giving stroke on top of stroke into wet pussy when he cums.

Encircling his arms around me, he grips my hips with the need for his powerful release. We made beautiful, unforgettable love. Lying in his arms, I’m wondering how I’m going to live without him for the next seven days.

When he suggested we shower together, I wasn’t sure if this was going to be an overnight date. He removed my collar. I felt him quietly studying me as we bathed, observing instead of talking much. His eyes were having full conversations, though.

I, too, quietly marveled at how beautiful his body was, thinking about how I plan to enjoy him fully whatever happens between us.

I exit the shower first to dry off and lotion my body. He soon follows. One look has me kneeling on a plush bath mat to feel his clean dick on me. Giving him the king treatment, drying his feet, looking up to lock my gaze to his eyes to the perfect view of this powerful man.

“Let’s put this back on.” He says, clasping the collar back on.

“Present to your bed corner. There’s something I need to do before you leave.”

As much as his command answered a question about whether I was spending the night, it left many more questions, fearing he might try to belt me some more tonight?

I positioned myself, anxious about the lingering unknown. I heard him move about, possibly getting dressed. I do know that tonight was a test.

“You were outstanding.” He says, lightly caressing my ass from behind me.

“Did you enjoy pleasing Daddy.”

“I did. Thank you Sir.” I say smiling, turning my face to the side of the bed to catch his eye, my heart fluttering with the memories.

From the side of the bed, I can tell he has on pants. His large hand gently encircles my collared neck.

“I’m disappointed that you’re not coming with me tomorrow.” His grip tightens slightly, pushing my head to the bed, causing me to arch my back deeper, opening my legs to impress him with my form, wishing I could drop everything for him because I would if I could.

“I have another gift for you.” His caress moved down my spine.

“A gift?” I say, not moving from position.

From behind, he puts a light chain around my waist. It got interesting when I felt a another chain connect from the waist between my legs clasped onto the waist chain. I’m frozen in wonder, pushing back conflicting thoughts of what to say about my “gift”.

I let the silence hold me when he brings the scent of his leather to my nose once again. From behind, he kneels, placing light kisses on the welts on my ass, spreading my pussy lips gently to lick the chain at the center of my pussy with a kiss, audibly breathing the word “Mine” into his possession.

He lifts me from the bed to stand and the chain falls into place adorning my waistline. The center chain is light yet gently flirts with my pussy lips and clit.

“Come here baby.”

I walk to him, enamored by this man’s flex, as I reach to hug my naked body on him.

“It’s a reminder.” is all he says, wrapping an arm around my waist, knowing that what he’s not saying is where my pussy lives from this moment forward…

On the seventh day, there was no rest. I couldn’t sleep knowing that tomorrow I would be with him again for the first time in a week.

This week went by quickly. We hardly spoke on the phone, yet he had already instilled his rules on me. My location was on at all times. I had an 8pm curfew.

I was expected to send him a different picture of my chain belt and my pussy pink love collar before bed each night, sending me to sleep fantasizing every night about him in so many wild scenarios.

I double checked the email confirmation of my car service and boarding pass to Tampa. I’m packed and ready. His last instructions were to remove my waist chain and the collar for travel but to bring them.

The flight was smooth. Car service directly to the hotel, where I expected to see him. That was a no. Instead, he left a note with a gift card for me to go eat and treat myself shopping.

I’m in this city to meet up with my lover and I’ve spent most of the day alone. I bought a new dress and some pretty shoes. I received a text late in the afternoon to “present” at six o’clock.

Thinking to myself that he was serious when he said that he expected me to have a skirted, naked pussy for him to do whatever he sees fit as a part of our routine. Almost like a tribute of my pussy and ass to my masterful Dom.

At 5:45, my nerves tingled as I did a final check with the collar buckled on, my new dress and heels adorned with my chain belt. Ten minutes later, I closed the door to the bedroom suite and bent at the waist at the corner of the bed, with my phone at arms length, not knowing if he would indeed be here precisely at 6:00 p.m.

I could hear him open the door of the bedroom to my reveal. My nerves rattle at his presence, with this being just the second time alone with him, wondering if I’m doing it right or if he’ll want to beat me before even saying hello.

“Saeda. Hmm, what a beautiful sight indeed.” He says, sliding his hand under my dress to a smooth mound, only adorned with his chain.

“Thank you Daddy.” I turn to look into his eyes for the first time in a week thinking that I could live off the smile in his eyes alone.

“Come sit down.” He helps me to turn to sit, while he stands. Taking off his shirt, his muscular form is irresistible.

Once seated, he slides his hand to the back of my neck to bring my nose to his fine Italian leather, planting the seed once again when I inhale the scent.

“I miss you.” I couldn’t help but say, looking up into his eyes as he lifts me to stand. He welcomes me with a kiss, going back under my dress to squeeze my ass in the hug, lightly tugging at the chain between my cheeks, activating a response from my hot clit for his touch.

“Is that right? You should have left with me when I first asked.”

“Daddy, I…”

“We’ll see how you can make up for it.” He interrupts, speaking softly, yet piercing with intensity.

“Yes Sir.” I say confidently with my mouth, trying to read his eyes, yet wondering what he’ll have me do to atone for my absence.

“Let’s take the collar off and leave the chain on.”

I sit back down as he reaches to unbuckle the pink studded strip, leaving it on the bed for later.

I can’t help but to stroke his dick through his pants, which causes him to pause, feeling him harden to my touch. He slides his belt off with one hand, gripping my curls at the base with his other.

“Lick.” Holding the belt, locked in his grip to show my reverence to his power with my tongue. My eyes stay riveted on him as I lightly kitten lick his belt to his approval. In one swift move, pants and boxers are off all the while in his secure grip.

Instinctively, I’m overwhelmed by the need to have him in my mouth, extending my wet tongue in excitement, triggering my arousal in a sensory overload to his generous meat, handsome smell, and nicely groomed manhood deep in my throat.

Locked in his hold, my first taste licks his precum, wanting nothing more than his pleasure, serving him with every divine taste. Sucking him like survival when my lips contrast soft pliancy to his hard dick as he holds me deep in an intimate embrace in my oral pleasures for him, knowing I could be the bitch that he owns.

The thrust of his grip intensifies as I struggle to keep pace with him, not wanting to mess up my new dress, I lean into him as he feeds fat cock in my eager mouth.

“Aww bitch, you want to drink Daddy’s cum?” He asks rhetorically as his hard on thickens to his full excitement.