The Night And All That Jazz

I never thought it’d be him. Even now, I can’t put my finger on it. I want him. He reminds me of a man I used to have a crush on. I never told him. This time I’ll tell Nick.

Maybe if I was braver.

But, maybe my actions will tell him what I cannot. Maybe he’ll see what I feel. Maybe this will be the one case where actions speak louder than the words left unsaid.

I mean, I like myself, but I’m a little girl compared to him. That is what makes me wet to begin with. The way he seemed to fall into the “Daddy” role. He makes it happen without a thought on my part. He knows how to push me and how to make me melt. I think it’s a natural response to me making him want to push and making him hard.

It’s maddening.

Tonight, Nick has made it clear that I’m to meet him in a bar. At 8pm, I pray that I can get there in time. I can wear whatever I want, but I am to wear gray velvet panties and the pink corset he sent. Over that, I threw on my gray sweater dress instead of my yukata. Something told me that I could save the geisha wear for another night.

The bar where he sent me was unfamiliar. It was a jazz bar on the lower east side. He told me he thought I’d have it. Little did he know I was a girl full of surprises. I ordered a rum and coke and waited at the far end of the lounge. I got lost in thought.

“Hello, little one,” he said, leaning over me. He was tall and firm, the perfect Dominant Daddy type. I felt something clench low in my body.

“Hello, Nick.” I big my tongue to keep from calling him Daddy.

“Hello.” he said with a smirk. He knew what I was dying to say, I felt that connection.
With that, we spent an hour talking. Just talking. I’ve always thought it was painfully unfair that I got along with older men. When I was with men my age I was bored to tears. “Dominant” men my age were even more so. It seemed that men hit their conversational stride at about 30 or so.
Even just talking about what we were like made me happy. Getting to know him. I didn’t think it was purely sexual. I wanted to know his favorite book so I could get it and read it, keep it close to me. Because favorite books tell you a lot more about someone.
I was dying to ask but, didn’t because if I did that, I’d do what I did in high school. Buy it, read it and love that book because it was a part of him. Nick made me want to talk about everything but I also wanted him to touch me. I did not want one desire sated to sacrifice another. But, one would always win. I mean he could stroke me while talking about Joe Wilson…could he?

Suddenly Nick looked even more nervous than earlier. “I want to go, but I don’t want to rush you,” he said thoughtfully.

“It’s okay.” I smiled as he threw on his coat.

Walking around NYC in October is bound to make anyone a little chilly. The anticipation of being with Nick made it worse. We didn’t speak as we walked back to his hotel.

When we go to his room, he closed the door behind us. I felt him looking me over. It didn’t feel like the usual “oh crap. I’m with a girl” vibe. I mean, I do take some planning, but I like to think that I’m not too high-maintenance.

Nick was watching me to see how I would react. I sighed.

“Daddy…”

“Yes, princess?” he said as he rubbed my shoulders, slowly moving down to graze my nipples, pinching the right one. I couldn’t move or speak. All I could do was moan.

Slowly, his hand were grabbing me and lifting me towards the bed. His lips kissed mine. It’d been so long since I’d been kissed like that.

Desire washed over us, I just couldn’t help myself. His hands were exploring suddenly they stopped. His fingers brushed my clit through the fabric of my panties. He stroked up and down slowly. Watching him I could tell this was more to work me up and not the velvet.
He pulled them down away from my slick cunt, pulling them down my legs. The wetness trailed down my legs. I watched him tease me as he licked the crotch of my panties. I sighed and parted my legs, Daddy’s fingers traced over my pussy lips. Just the barest touch made me shiver.
“Someone is such a needy whore.” Daddy said growled pushing me down on the bed. My legs went out wider. I was spread, Daddy could see all of me. He didn’t do much looking. His tongue trailed over my outer pussy lips. Slowly artfully he moved to my inner lips. He sucked my clit between his teeth. I sucked in my breath and arched my back.
My hips jerked up as he slid a finger inside my tight pussy. I groaned. I was too tight, this was going to hurt.
“Fuck, please.” I tried to say more to sound intelligent and sexy. I didn’t but Daddy kissed me anyway. I felt him pushing against me. So hard, I was surprised I didn’t hear a pop.
Daddy’s teeth found the tender side of my neck. He bit into my neck hard, my back arched and I pushed my pussy down on his cock.

He gasped.

The sound I wanted desperately to hear. I desperately squeezed his cock inside my pussy. He stretched me out in just the right way. He pushed me over the edge. The orgasm crawled up the base of my spine and my body tensed pressing into him.
“Daddy..” I gasped now and sucked on his ear lobe.

Just like that, I was his and I think he knew it too. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be too long before he let me know for sure. I tucked my panties in his coat pocket so he’d have something to amuse himself with on the plane back home.