The Room of Mirrors (Invitation Only)

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He wore nothing but a bath towel wrapped around his hips. Still dripping from the shower he entered the room. Not alone however. His hand was laced in hers, fingers wrapped within hers. The bay window let light shine into the room glistening on his bare, water covered skin. He hadn't bothered to dry off, that would have ruined the fun. Instead he tugged her close to him. Placing his free hand over her bottom, similarly draped in a towel he pressed close.

Just before his lips captured hers he murmured in a warm, sensual tone.

"You are beautiful enough on your own baby girl.... but naked, soaked from head to toe? God it makes my knees weak."

Then he kissed her, deeply, passionately. His hand giving hers a warm squeeze

 

[DarkWarrioress]

They were both wet. Her hair hung in strands down across her shoulders and sliding down her back as she tipped her head back and accepted his lips on her own. Her hands were resting lightly on his toweled hips. They were making a puddle on the floor but neither seemed to care.

He smelled of soap and the clean masculine scent that was his own. The light filtered in through the bay window, warming the room and their bodies.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

They were both wet. Her hair hung in strands down across her shoulders and sliding down her back as she tipped her head back and accepted his lips on her own. Her hands were resting lightly on his toweled hips. They were making a puddle on the floor but neither seemed to care.

He smelled of soap and the clean masculine scent that was his own. The light filtered in through the bay window, warming the room and their bodies.

His eyes glinted with mischief as they came together, holding each other, kissing. He took both her hands in his and subtly guided them to the front of his towel was tied, and even without a searching touch she could feel he was aroused. She did have that effect on him, even without being soaking wet. His hands busied themselves with cupping her face, stroking the contour of her jaw, her cheek bones, even running a fingertip over her lips now and then.

"Go ahead, you know how much I hate to wear clothing baby doll."

The bay window made the room glow, and the mirrors were doing their job. No matter where they looked, it was a picture of them tangled together. He couldn't help but grin at that thought.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

His eyes glinted with mischief as they came together, holding each other, kissing. He took both her hands in his and subtly guided them to the front of his towel was tied, and even without a searching touch she could feel he was aroused. She did have that effect on him, even without being soaking wet. His hands busied themselves with cupping her face, stroking the contour of her jaw, her cheek bones, even running a fingertip over her lips now and then.

"Go ahead, you know how much I hate to wear clothing baby doll."

The bay window made the room glow, and the mirrors were doing their job. No matter where they looked, it was a picture of them tangled together. He couldn't help but grin at that thought.

She didn't need any further urgings. Her fingers found where the towel was tied to hold it up and she plucked at her. His fingertip crossed over her lips and she couldn't resist the little imp of mischief, poking her tongue out and touching it, wetting her bottom lip in the process.

One part of her mind was all too aware of the mirrors that sourrounded them on three sides. Not much escaped your notice with something like that. The towel loosened and came away in her hands, leaving him standing in front of her in all his glory and what a sight it was too. Her eyes flickered to the mirrors reflecting their images back to her.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Speaking of eye catching. Her tongue darted over her lips and he couldn't help let out a soft growl. He felt his length pulse within the towel right before it came free as she teased him so deliciously. His eyes fluttered slowly closed before locking to hers again. When he spoke his voice was deep, sensual.

"That is much better, now it is my turn baby girl..."

A moment of searching and he had found how she had tied the towel over her frame. Dipping his head forward he sank his teeth against the sewn edge of the towel and gave a deft twist of his head and a tug. The towel resisted, but then came free at his urging. His eyes glittered with pleasure as he was allowed to gaze over her nude form

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her hands, up until his head bent toward her chest, had fluttered back to his hips after dropping the towel somewhere to the floor beside them. Her fingers dug into his skin as his teeth barely scraped the skin between her breasts, before they secured on the towel she tucked around her. Her head tipped backward slightly, a smile of amusement on her lips because in that moment, he reminded her of a playful puppy with a rag in his mouth.

There was nothing puppy-like in the glitter of his eyes as her towel gave way, exposing her body to his view. Not that he didn't know what lie beneath her towel, because he did. Intimately so. he knew every curve, every line, every shadow, dip and valley.

Her hands slid upward, over his hips, up his sides, gliding over his chest and moving downward again. She enjoyed touching him. She delighted in putting that look in his eyes. Her own eyes slid down, admiring the length of him lightly protruding away from his body. She glanced upward into his face, a question in her eyes.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Every curve had been committed to memory with both gaze and touch. Still even so, the sight of her stole his breath and made his heart pound in his chest. He admired her with his eyes for the span of a few heartbeats, then his eyes rose to meet hers once more. There was something in her eyes, an unspoken question. He let a slow, deep chuckle echo through out the room.

His hand tangled into her sodden hair and he gathered enough of it to start a slow, sensual tug. Just enough to pull her head back and cause a slight tingle in her scalp. His head dipped forward, his teeth brushed against hers teasingly.

"Whatever you are thinking baby girl, the answer is yes. The answer is always yes."

The statement was simple, but his voice lent it weight. It was a promise veiled within simple words. He took that moment to gently draw her bottom lip between his teeth. Tugging at the flesh delicately as his tongue traced the captured skin. The taste of her flooded his mouth and sent a small shudder through his body. Releasing her skin with a soft, barely heard gasp.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

His laughed caused goosebumps to form. His voice made her tremble in delight. His hold on her hair drew a slow, low moan from her lips. His teeth on her her bottom lip made her twitch, deep. Her fingers dug into the flesh of his lower abdomen before moving to grasp his hips again, squeezing.

Her lips started to move downward and though he still had hold of her hair, he didn't stop her mission. Lower. And lower. Her mouth left a trail of kisses, while her tongue lapped up the drops of water still on his body as she went. Slowly she sank to her knees in front of him. One small hand trailed along his length, the other slid behind his thigh, raking lightly at his skin. Slender fingers surrounded his base, holding him ready for her mouth that was still teasing his skin.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He had a feeling that had been her intention. She knew the way it drove him wild, and he knew she enjoyed making him crazy, and the act itself. There was just something about it that was the ultimate expression of servitude, of worship. It was a gift, and it always drove him mad.

Both of his hands drifted into her hair, gathering the wet length in a mass at the base of her skull. He held a small amount of tension, just enough to keep her very aware of his touch, of his hold on her.

The farther her lips drifted down his skin the more he reacted. What started as soft moans of pleasure became growls of swiftly growing hunger. By the time she made it to her knees she could see his body was welcoming her. He began to swell and harden, standing at rigid attention. While her fingers circled him, his hips twitched just slightly. Already so sensitive and she had barely began. A deep rumble in his chest was cut off by low, lustful words.

"Mmmmm that's my girl."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her lips were almost where she wanted them to be, around him. She paused and felt the heat of his length on her cheek, he was that close. It was then she looked up at him with an impish grin before turning her head, her hold on him still solid, her lips finding the side, pressing against it. So warm. So firm. So, alive. Lips parted aganst his skin, she slid her mouth along the journey to his crown. The tip of her tongue teased him on the trip. She paused just below the crown, tongue snaking out to give a lick under the rim.

The mirrors. They witnessed it all. From all angles. The girl on her knees. The cock in her hand. The man towering above her with her hair threaded amongst his fingers. They probably reflected his delight as well, but for the moment, she didn't look.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

His heart was thundering. Did she know the anticipation was killing him? He had no doubt she did the wicked vixen that she was. His breath was already heaving and she had yet to put those beautiful lips of her around him. That impish grin of hers told the story. Just as he was about to give her hair a delightful little tug of impatience she put her lips against his throbbing length.

Fire coursed from that swollen shaft into his body. In that moment he felt like he was melting. Just that small touch was enough to elicit a deep groan. She didn't stop there, she let that talented tongue of hers. Still she was teasing! It was enough to make him want to scream. The muscles in his forearms convulsed and the grip on her hair tightened like a slow turning vice. The heat was building, the tightness in his lower abdomen already starting. Need was growing by the rapid beating of his heart.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Oh the slow torturous teasing was far from done. Her fingers held him upright, all the better to put her lips at the base underside. The flat of her tongue was pressed there too, slowly pulling upward, dragging across the surface of his skin, dragging out the sensations. For him. For her as well. It was all she could do not to swallow him wholly.

Her free hand sllid down, over his buttocks. She couldn't help squeezing it before she let it slide further down to grip the back of his thigh. Her tongue paused under the crown, in that one small spot where nerves were centered. She didn't nibble there or tug. She simply lapped at it for a moment. Then her tongue continued upward, resting on the rim of his head, pausing, looking up at him.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He started to squirm. The sensations, the building need were driving him wild. The thick muscles of his thighs contracted hard, then relaxed. She was killing him! The sensation at his base was almost enough to make him pull back. It was so intense, and he knew she could feel his pulse throbbing through her tongue.

She dug her fingers into his buttocks. They were already tense, he was tense in most of his lower body at this point. The hard muscles resisted her touch, however when her fingers drew down the whole length of his cheek, and the back of his thighs he squirmed in delight, the area was very sensitive.

When their eyes locked, his were molten emeralds, burning spheres of green that bored into her soul. His desire was insurmountable. He craved her on so many levels. His voice was lust thick.

"Wicked little baby girl. Teasing me like that. You might just get yourself in some trouble."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her own green eyes remained locked with his. With a deliberate gesture he could hardly miss, that tongue of hers licked upward, over the underside of the head. With the hand that was wrapped around his base, moving slightly up and down along it, she hed him out, away from his body and wlecomed him between her parted lips. Both hands now scratched down the back of his thighs as her head moved forward, sending him deeper into her mouth.

Trouble was her middle name. if she couldn't find it, she never worried, it found her. Lower. Lower. He slid across the surface of her tongue, angling back toward her throat. Her tongue roved over him in the tight confines, tasting, caressing.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Wicked little tease! She was going to pay for that! That slow lick was torture. He did start to pull away at that point but she quite literally had him by the cock. Just as he was about to do something about little miss trouble and her attitude she stopped his world.

The first rush of her hot lips folding around his length melted any thoughts of retribution; for the moment. She didn't stop with just a taste, but she got a taste anyway, a rush of precum raced from the head of his throbbing prick and clashed over that devious tongue. Eye contact shattered as his eyes rolled back into his head. She wasn't going to stop, and it made him weak in the knees. He had to lock them to keep standing.

He throbbed and pulsed within her hot little mouth even as his length swelled to stretch against it. Fully hard and desperate for more he growled wickedly.

"Fuck yes! That's my good little baby girl. Suck Daddy's cock. Take every last fucking inch!"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

His girth stretched her jaw. His words, made her twitch. She would have said it was a deep throated twitch, but it wasn't in her throat. Her thighs slammed together and rubbed against each other. She whimpered deep in her small throat. The sound vibrated around his cock. Her tongue lapped up his pre-cum and was on the prowl for more as her lips pressed around his base.

She flickered a sideways look at the mirrors. The sight made her moan, her fingers scratched down the back of his thighs almost in seemingly desperation. She held all of him, there, in the dark wet depth of his mouth, suckling upon his flesh.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

She was taking nearly as much pleasure in this as he. Maybe even equal pleasure if not in a different way. The vibrations of her mouth, the decent into her throat. It drove him wild beyond words. His hips rocked forward to squeeze that extra little bit more down her little throat. His hands wrenched in her hair, starting to push against the back of her head, pushing her further, further, further.

His eyes drifted open slowly, it was a struggle to even keep them open he was so submerged in pleasure, and in her. A thought sprung into his head, and the look in his eye was wicked. One hand released her hair and drifted around to her chin. He slid his fingers along her cheek slowly, but with a hint of pressure. He could feel it create a slide along the side of his cock.

Finally his hand came down to cup her chin and both hands pulled back. He pulled his length slowly, slowly, oh so slowly from her until even the swollen head was inches from her lips. His voice held iron in the tone as he spoke.

"Do you want more baby girl? Do you want it back? Do you want to be able to watch me slide my cock into your pretty little mouth?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her eyes were fastened on his cock, especially the head, since it was right in front of her. She licked her lips then forced her eyes upward, to meet his. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. God, yes, she wanted it back!

"Yes, please, Daddy. May I have it back? Pleeease."

Her voice was an almost breathless whisper. He was killing her. It was right there, just a lick away. She didn't care how he gave it to her, so long as he did. Her eyes flickered to the mirrors again.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

His hips shifted slowly. Sliding his length forward, except instead of feeding it into her waiting mouth he brushed it along the smooth skin of her cheek. Looking down into her eyes the whole time.

"Mmmm well I can't exactly refuse such a sweet request like that, can I?"

Hips slid back again, drawing his pulsing, rock hard length away from her until he was once more ready to give her what she craved, what he craved. He slid his length into her waiting mouth in at a slow pace. That first touch of her heat around him made him twitch, but he kept his composure. Slowly he gave her his length inch by maddening inch. Then finally he released her chin and spoke softly

"Alright baby girl. You can have all you want."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her eyes darkened with need as he pushed toward her and her lips parted but instead of introducing his length back into her mouth, he slid along her cheek. She turned her head, cheek pressing into his warm strength. She couldn't have looked away from the heat in his eyes, if she wanted to.

His question didn't require an answer. The head of his cock pressed against her lips, she opened them. It slid back into her mouth. Her chin tipped upward slightly as he glided to the back, to her throat. She would have thanked him nicely but, well, her momma taught her never to talk with her mouth full.

"Mmmmmm."

She hummed around him, tongue stroking the underside. Her mouth tugged gently as his length slipped from her mouth, the gentle suction she created pulled on him, making the skin taut.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

The vibrations around his length sent jolts of heat rushing through his body. This was just one of the many ways they connected, one of the ways they lined up so perfectly. The fact that they both enjoyed this act with so near equal measure, if not equal measure. It only made it that more intense. He felt heat, need balling up within his groin.

His fingers drifting to slowly stroke the length of her hair as he watched his darling little girl take his length back into her hot waiting mouth. Words had no place in this moment. Instead all he could manage was a deep, wicked growl. She knew how to drive him wild.

He continued to guide the pace, guiding himself into the back of her throat. He held there, encased within her velvety smooth muscles. A deep tremble rolled through his entire frame, she could feel him nearly vibrating in pleasure.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

That rumble of his was nearly her undoing, making her puddle right there, in front of him. It always went straight to her core and ache. Ache for him to fill her in any opening. All of her orifices. She didn't care. It was all she could do not to stimulate him into giving her what she craved right that moment. His essence. His seed.

The touch of his fingers on her hair, made her eyes close as she concentrated on the length and girth of him moving across her tongue or simply filling her oral cavity when that tongue was stroking over and around him. He set the pace. It was his pleasure she sought. His taste, at the back of her throat. His smooth texture and heat against her tongue. He made her squirm kneeling there in front of him. Fingers tightened on his thighs as her lips raked across him, taking him deeply or withdrawing.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

She did not have to work particularly hard to drive him toward offering her his taste. The act itself would produce that, and quickly. As it was when he filled her mouth again she was gifted a small sample of what she would receive at the finish. His length pulsed, and with that pulse came the rush of his flavor.

He was doing what he could to keep himself under control but to keep composure for this? His mood was not quite there. It was a glaring chink in his armor. There was not just one part that he relished, it was several pieces creating a larger puzzle.

Another slide of his length in to the hot confines of her mouth, this time there was more heat, more desire. Slowly, ever so slowly the ties that bound his will power were fraying at the edges. Soon they would snap and the beast would be free from his cage.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She felt the iron will he possessed in the tightening of his muscles, in his stance. The grip of his fingers curling in her hair was the only sign he gave that the iron will was crumbling. The thought of him losing control, of flooding her mouth and throat with the essence he only gave her a taste of, made her moan around him.

With an effort, one hand uncurled from around his thigh, the back of which sported the crescent shape of her nails before she lightly raked her fingers up the inside of one thigh until she felt, on the back of her hand, across her knuckles, the sac that dangled between his legs. The souce of what she sought, desired, craved. Well, partly. The other half of her wanted his pleasure while she sucked down the fruits of it. Fingers turned, closing gently over his sac, cupping it in her palm, allowing it to rest there while her fingers found the rounded spheres encased within skin and rolled them delicately.

In the meanwhile, her mouth maintained a certain amount of suction around his cock. Enough to maintain a certain amount of friction every time his hips withdrew and lightened when he pushed forward again, pushing his sensitive head against the back of her throat, rubbing there.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

She was good at reading the shifts in his moods. This one had been subtle but it was there and she picked up on it.

The brush of her hand over the delicate sac between his thighs was the ignition source of the flame. The swollen fleshy sac constricted at the sudden and unexpected touch, but then relaxed again. His thighs followed the same path. He released a breath he had been unaware he was holding. Sparks flew from the apex of his flies, hit his blood stream and turned blood to fire.

His thrusts shifted and suddenly. Instead of the slow even pace that was slowly building suddenly he was driving that pulsating iron hard shaft into her mouth, nestling the swollen head into her throat. His voice was deep, low, strained as he felt it all start to build.

"That's my good little girl. My sweet little cock sucker. Mine