Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. boi's fantasy 1CWWPBOBO~ ~mBIN-,...BOBO3dHHHHHH3DH30` 2oZ'-"'Erin S. BuckhalterjFLOM!`0x(HHR[ (hht2H"K'd +/-'-E6BG '3"0l/b03l3,H/H/9,b30 (3$[<O0/0DSET&B"J 3<38343D^9,@" "^9,""^9,'"'^9,d"'^3'"04^3""8(TM) ^3"A^3T9PE*` vp''"<,mS Y "M$*$%&*'L(())*Y**++L,^,,.-/0/0*12-3 D3_4 44P455+/-57Q789q:_;G;<T=u>>?AA-AAA '' 4' X3'33@3$A3 ,33L73@""3<30"38}p3"'43&!A34)bf 3,30T3d43D7"3P;/3X>43 Wearing a black leather jacket, blue jeans, a button up red oxford shirt, and well-polished black motorcycle boots, boi slithered into the house without a sound. Judging from the outfit, it wasn't hard to figure out who was in control on this cold winter's night, and Daddy was about to find out for Himself. boi didn't give her actions a second thought as she hovered outside the Dom's office doorway, biding her time and waiting for Him to make His way to the bedroom. He walked down the hall with His back to her, but He knew she was there...at least, He thought it was boi until He turned around and saw her leaning against the doorframe. He visibly swallowed as His amber eyes travelled the length of the 5'11" frame, stopping more than once to glance in boi's own blue eyes. "Uh huh. Obviously we're not playing dress up, then?" boi flashed sharp teeth and crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for the reality of who Daddy was dealing with to sink into that handsome blond skull. "No. I don't dress up," She said quietly, taking a large step toward the shirtless Daddy that she loved with all her heart. "Do you like what You see?" She prodded as her hands slid over His breasts, playing with His nipples with strong fingers and flashing white teeth. "Uh..." Daddy squeaked and started to edge away, hindered by the arms that curled around His back and held Him against her leather-clad frame. "boi?" He asked questioningly, almost as if He was testing to see if that's who really shaAred the bedroom with Him at the moment. "Give the Boi a prize," She grinned and shoved Him onto the bed, holding her breath as she did, waiting to see which way the situation would go. She was pleased when He pushed Himself up, the challenge glinting in His eyes, and growled, "You've got a lot of nerve, little butch!" He watched her as she stood across from Him, one brow raised, hands on her belt, framing the bulge against her fly. She just shrugged and climbed onto the bed to straddle Him, petting His face and kissing Him firmly on His soft lips. Figuring that this was going to benefit Him, Daddy decided to go along with it, to ride out the storm. He gripped boi's firm thighs as she guided Him onto His back and yanked off His pajama pants before bringing a hand between His legs. She wiggled her eyebrows as she lubed ,Him tenderly, flicking His clit and toying with His opening. "I love you," She whispered in His ear when she leaned down to suckle His throat while her fingers slid inside and curved against His G-spot. He whimpered as He planted His feet on the mattress and thrust against the jeans-clad darkside that existed as His boi. "I love you, too," He replied finally, closing His eyes and moving with her strength, completely dissatisfied when she pulled out and climbed down, off the bed and turned to gaze at His as He squirmed. "That's not fair!" He protested uncharacteristically, sounding wholly frustrated with her teasing. "Oh, ha ha...tables are turned, Daddy," She unzipped her jeans, reached inside, and pulled out an implement that was too long and too purple to be boi's little boi dick. "What do you think?" She inquired, pulling Him to the edge of the bed and wrapping His legs around her waist; her fist jacked the dick a couple of times, spreading lube adequately. She gazed into Daddy's brown-tinged eyes as she guided herself inside Him, pushing slowly forward until she felt the head hit His cervix. "Oh...it's nice," He seemed to be at a loss for words, staring up at the blonde so opposite of His innocent little boi. She rewarded Him with hard, fast thrust that lifted Him off of the bed while she supported His weight, hands under His buttocks. "Touch your clit for me, please," She requested tentatively, really wanting to bring Him as much pleasure as possible, but still trying to respect some of the boundaries, since boi would be the one who ended up getting punished. She just really wanted to fuck Him in a way that boi couldn't provide... Surprisingly, He smiled and obeyed, His hand sliding across His hipbone to settle against the swollen pink bud. She loved watching those long fingers as it was, but seeing them in a place that they both knew so well spurred her on. "What?" He asked when she pushed Him backward so that they were both on the bed and she was settled between His legs, her body draped across Him. "Nothing," She whispered as her mouth grew dry; she felt Him struggling to continue masturbating between their bodies and chuckled, lifting up a bit to allow Him room. She knew what she wanted, but was caught between asking and just taking --after all, boi wasn't completely disrespectful and Daddy was still her Daddy. So she asked, "Daddy, please let me fuck you in the ass. You won't be disappointed, I promise, Sir." He rolled over, hand still between His legs, and grunted when her hands spread His buttocks and a cautious tongue strayed to His asshole. She spend a good five minutes licking and pressing her tongue against that lovely place, enjoying His responsive groans and shudders. She stroked His back and sides with one hand while the other began to work lube into the more sensitive opening, two fingers and then three entering to the second knuckle. "I'm ready," He assented, rising onto hands and knees again, announcing, "Please, boi, fuck me hard." boi straightened up and took the purple dick in her right hand, breathing a deep breath, and placed the head against Daddy's waiting butthole. One push and His muscles granted her entrance as He moaned and sounded quite enticed, especially after she sighed, "Oh, Daddy, this feels so nice...it's like I can feel you around me, tight and warm." "Harder," He requested as she began to move in and out, their bodies slapping against each other with the most delightful sound. Her hands curled around His hips, pulling Him closer as she obeyed His order, rewarded with, "Good, boi. You do it just right, just how I like it, like a true butch." He braced His arms and grunted with the effort of meeting her long, rough strikes. "Thank you, Daddy," She responded and continued to fuck Him, loving the sound of His fingers working His slick pussy. "You're so wet," She whispered almost in disbelief, "I love the way You know just how to get Yourself off...it's so methodical, so damn dynamic, so arousing." "boi, I'm going to come for you," He growled and the tempo of His return thrusts increased as His back arched and His muscles tightened. One long groan sounded before He jerked and gripped the sheets with His free hand; boi stayed inside Him, bringing her good hand back inside his wet warmth. It encircled her three fingers and pulsed as she pulled out of His ass and kissed the base of His spine. When she left Him completely, He sighed and rolled over beneath her, sighing, "Thank you, boi." and smiled broadly...a little too broadly. "You're welcome, Daddy," She responded shyly, backing off the bed when she spied His eyes as He lay on the bed recovering. "Oh, shit," was all she could say as she f"led the bedroom, one hand snapping off the harness while the other pushed into the bathroom. The advantage to this custom piece was the fact that she could take the rig off without ever removing her jeans or boxer shorts. She was washing her hands, shuddering a little in anticipation and due to the force of the dick against her clit. She was so wet that she could hear it when she walked as quietly as possible into the living room, knowing that the only safety was in boi's corner, beside the fireplace. Her heart raced right along with her mind as she revelled in what she'd just completed, a particular thrill running through her as she realized she'd accomplished something she'd always wanted to do. "boi?" Came the taunting voice through the darkness and the chill of the living room, "Where are you, kid?" When He was met with silence, He knew exactly where to look, not even bothering to flick on the light. He stalked over to her, wrapping His fingers in her shirt with one hand and snatching pthe collar of her jacket with the other as He pulled her to her feet. I'm so fucked, boi thought as she was pressed against the wall, her eyes squeezed shut as she awaited her fate. And not necessarily in a good way... He twisted a hard nipple and growled, "So boi, are you ready to get what you asked for?" She swallowed as He had less than an hour before and opened her eyes, realizing that His were mere inches away, searching for a reaction. It was His turn to exude sensuality and grace, fueled by the semi-topping He had just received, and He wore it better than any leather in His closet. "Yes, Sir," She replied faintly, desperately wanting to kiss Him, to meet the tempting softness that He teased her with. He flashed sharp white teeth and simply remained there, feeding on the bloodlust of tension, until she had relaxed in His grip some. He lifted the leather off 4of her shoulders, draping it carefully on the back of the couch as He worked on the buttons of her shirt with the other skillful hand. As He spread the fabric, He took in the body beneath it, quivering with fear, need, and anticipation; boi's imagination worked quicker than her body, that was obvious. "Had enough?" "No, Sir," She replied obediently, truly driven mad by the tension hanging in the air, stroking the most forbidden parts of here body and coating them with wetness. "Good." He snapped open the front hook on her bra, freeing her ample breasts, and enjoyed boi's shiver as the chill of the room wrapped around her aureolas. "Stay," He ordered, releasing her and stepping back into the darkness, leaving boi to wonder what He had in store for her upon His return. Not more than five minutes later, His vAoice cut across the room, "Remove your shirt and your bra, turn away from Me, and brace yourself against the wall." "Yes, Sir," She assented, searching the black room for His form with little success, and obeyed His instructions. She screeched when the double waved pain cut across her upper back. "I thought this was your favorite tool," He said tauntingly, raining down four more well-placed blows on His boi's body, "But it's no fun when you're really getting punished, is it?" Recovered from her initial shock, boi grinned and answered, "No, Sir," even though it wasn't the truth. The faint waver in her voice was barely perceptible to the One who knew her so well, but he grinned too, despite himself. "Liar," He growled, continuing, "Count, boi." "Yes, Sir," She braced for the next strike, counting all the way up to thirfty before He stepped into the pool of moonlight to press His chest against her back. "I was expecting you to pull this eventually, you know," He observed casually, snagging her by a wrist and spinning her around. "And I have a surprise for you," "Sir?" She said uncertainly as He led her back to the bedroom, His firm fingers still wrapped around her wrist. "Don't you trust me, boi?" "Yes, Sir, of course I do...it's just--" "Silence," He snapped, "Kneel down and present, boi. Now." "Yes, Sir," She scrambled to meet His demands, struggling to stay as upright as possible, eyes trained on His kneecaps. Her back ached and tingled where He had reamed her with His cane, bleeding in a couple of places, but she couldn't keep the smile from gracing her face. "What is it, boi?" He questioned, noting the "cat-who-ate-the-canary" look on her face, "Did I miss something?" "No, Sir," "Um hmm. Yeah." He said shortly and turned around again, a black leather band tooled with a red Celtic design in His hands. "This is yours, boi; it's your collar to wear as a signal that you have made your appearance...perhaps a warning. But you must remember that you still remain my boi, no matter what, so another violation like tonight and I won't go so easy on you." He bent down to snap it around her neck, His hand gentle on her skin. "Thank You, Sir," She whispered, awestruck and taken aback by the premeditated show of symbolism and love. "Thank You very much, Sir...I'm overwhelmed." "You're welcome, boi. And, by the way," He knelt down to her level and curled His fingers around her chin, tipping it up so she would meet His eyes, "you did wonderfully tonight." "Thank you, Sir," She said shyly, looking away from the face that glowed with love and contentment, "I promise I won't try that again, Sir, it was just a...craving, I guess." "Don't do it too often, boi. But I understand the craving." He altered her statement with a chuckle, pulling her up so that they could lie across from each other on the bed. He stroked her face and exposed skin leisurely, eyes sparkling and snapping with desire and adoration. "I love you, boi." "I love You, too, Sir," She responded and sighed as He removed her jeans in a fluid motion, "very much, Sir," "I know," He agreed while His fingers transversed the wet valley between her legs, teasing her clit and spreading her lips. "Do you want me to kiss you, little one?" He queried while hovering just above her, His head propped on an elbow, as she lay helplessly beneath His gaze. "Yes, Sir, please, Sir," She moaned when He answered her pleas, His tongue slipping past Her lips to tease her and war with her tongue. "You like that, do you?" He asked when He came up for air. "Yes, Sir, I do," "Good." He continued, adding, "boi, say my name." "Sir?" She looked hesitant, her eyes on His mouth as she craved its touch even more, a fire burning inside her now. While He pressed inside her molten passage, He reiterated, "Say my name," "Daddy, Sir," She stated uncertainly, hips rising and voice cracking when He flicked her clit and added another finger, just staying inside her without moving. "Good. I won't stop fucking you until you scream it." boi shuddered and nodded, barely choking out, "Yes, Sir," before He pounced on top of her. He elicited very animal noises as He nipped at her throat and the naked skin that transversed her hungry body. She twisted and moaned as He grew more aggressive, penetrating her now with force and settling on the hardened nub that lay above the wetness with His teeth. "More, boi?" He suckled her a little more before glancing up to take in the feverish face, the clutched fists, and the closed eyes. "boi," He said sharply, "Watch me." Blushing, boi opened her eyes and gazed down at her Daddy, tears quick to come to her eyes. "Yes, Sir," She obeyed and cried out when His teeth sank into her inner thigh, realizing that He was barely a finger away from being completely inside her. "Why are you crying, boi?" He asked, tenderly stroking her face and rising to straddle her as He stared into her baby blues. "Because I love You, Daddy," She admitted, emptied and disappointed that He had removed His fingers from her, knowing that she had done it to Him earlier and that this was unintentional and only because He was concerned about her tears. "And I love you, too, boi," He traced the skin over her heart softly and met her lips again, bathing her with a million kisses before remarking, "Christ, little one, you definitely know how to turn a good fuck into a sappy scene." boi shrugged and rolled Him over, straddling His thigh and rubbing her wetness all over it, answering, "Sorry, Daddy." He snagged her collar and pulled her toward Him roughly, biting her bottom lip and growling. "Spread your legs, boi, and let me fuck you properly." "Yes, Sir," She bowed her head reverently and lifted up, moving her legs farther apart so that He could return His hand to that warm haven. It didn't take long for Him to continue with the four fingers, gentler this time as He prepared for the widest part of His hand to slip within her. "Are you ready, boi?" He breathed, a grin playing at the corner of His lips as He stared down at her, distracting her with those beautiful indescribable eyes. "Yes, Sir," She agreed, groaning and inhaling sharply as He moved in all the way to His wrist; she glanced at the scene and a smile of her own appeared. "Thank you, Daddy," He chuck4led at this gracious whisper and rolled His knucles against her inner walls, rewarded by the tightening of muscles as she responded with pleasure. "Good boi," He coaxed her onto her back, still moving gently within her, and knelt to worship the exposed skin on her body with His mouth. When His lips and teeth closed over one of her nipples, she cried out, "Oh, Daddy," and moved firmly against Him, startling Him with the force of it. "Fuck me harder, Sir, please," She requested shyly and flashed an embarassed half-smile and sparkling blue eyes. For the first time without prompting, she watched Him as He went to work on her clit with His tongue, continuing to flex His biceps toward her. "Your turn, boi. Touch yourself." "Yes, Sir," "But don't come until I tell you to, alright?" "Yes, Sir," To Be ContinuedZNDSET2H"3@^v"@6* vDSET2HG38v^^~ ~ ""00',',"@6*vDSUM+ "'Erin S. 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