Little Geisha Girl

Her arms were lifted to the ceiling as I slipped the dress over her body, smoothing it over her curves with my palms and zipping it up her side. She waited for me to do something more, give her something more, but she knew that I wouldn't—I was too focused on dressing her up, my sweet Lolita, my geisha doll. She put her arms down and wiggled her bum a bit, knowing that it wouldn't phase me, hoping that it would.

I bent my head over her shoulder, rubbing my lips against the side of her neck, pulling the sash around her waist and tightening it so that her body arched into mine. I moved my hand down her stomach, spreading my fingers over her abdomen and holding her into me. She let out a soft sigh and shivered a bit. So I kissed her lightly and moved away from her.

"I will not give you anything right now, little girl," I said coldly as I attached the obi to her back. "I don't believe that you deserve it." I turned her around so that she was facing me, looked her body over. "Turn for me. No, a full turn. Good girl. You look beautiful." I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her forehead, sighing against the top of her head. "Get out your makeup for me."

She nodded at me, turned around and went to the bathroom. She knew what I was expecting of her. Returning with a brush, smooth red lipstick, powder and liquid eyeliner, she put her things on the desk, standing in front of me, waiting for me to say something. "Good. Now stand still."

I picked up the powder first, brushing her bangs out of her face to cover her completely. Lightly dabbing the puff in the compact, I applied the powder to her face, smoothing it over with my ring finger when I was finished. I moved her bangs back over her face and combed my fingers through her hair. She didn't respond—she just stood there, waiting for me to finish. So I ran the brush through her red lipstick, smoothly loading it with the thick paste and applying it to her lips. Curving over the arch of her top lip, I smirked, watching her mouth turn to a brighter shade. "Blot your lips on this once," I ordered as I handed her a tissue. "Good. Now close your eyes."

She shut them, softly, her eyes fluttering a bit as I outlined her top eyelid. She giggled, shortly stopping afterward, knowing that it wouldn't please me to continue. Making a short wing coming off of the edge of her eyelids, I finished, finally done with my masterpiece. "Open your eyes, little girl." I looked her over as she opened them, my eyes moving over that beautiful little face, that beautiful little body.

I brought her to me, fingertips sliding down her sides, holding her at her waist. Leaving a few kisses at her neck and collar bone, I moved a hand up the dress, slipping my index finger between her lips, feeling her wetness. She sighed at me, wrapping hands around the back of my neck. "You will not have me yet," I reminded, then pushed her away from me and threw her on our bed. After handcuffing her to the bedposts, I smirked. "You stay there, whore," I said to her, as if she would be able to escape.

She started to struggle against the cuffs, yelling after me as I left our bedroom, "Where are you going? Daddy? Where are you going, Daddy?"

"Stop talking, you'll mess up the beautiful makeup that I put on you." I laughed, and went to the bathroom to wash my hands. Loosening my tie, I undid a few buttons at the top of my shirt, then rolled up my sleeves and splashed some cool water on my face. I returned to her, holding a riding crop and hitting my hand with it a few times. I smirked at her, laughing lowly. "Your little pussy must be getting so wet looking at me like this."

She sighed in response and blushed, confirming my statement. I met her on the bed, trailing kisses up the insides of her thighs, making her shut them in shyness. "Daddy..." I smacked her thigh with the crop, making her squeal and shudder. Slowly, I moved the dress up to her hips, moving between her legs and lifting her thighs up around me.

"You want Daddy inside of you," I whispered into her ear, rubbing myself against her wet cunt.

She sighed at me, turning her head to the side and letting out an exasperated, "Yes."

I groaned at her, moving a hand down to my belt to undo it and my pants. Then I sighed into her ear, kissing her neck a few times and pulling out my penis to rub it against her slit. Again, she sighed at me, letting out a small moan and biting her lip. "Do not mess up your makeup," I warned her, nuzzling under her dress to expose her breasts and flicking my tongue over one of her nipples. She let out a soft noise, trying to move down against me and push me in.

But she didn't. I moved myself away from her after kissing her collar bone, sitting up and pulling her legs up around my waist. She moved her wrists, struggling slightly, and made a scowl at me, stroking my back with her toes. "Daddy...please?"

"Please what, little girl?" I responded by bringing one of her feet to my lips, kissing each of her toes and nuzzling the side of her foot. Giggling, she turned her head to the side, her foot twitching against my face. "Answer me," I murmured near her ankle, kissing her there a few times and groaning.

"Please...please make love to me, Daddy. Please."

"Good girl...very good girl." I groaned against her leg, moving it back around my waist and meeting her body on our bed, kissing her neck and letting the head of my penis graze against her clitoris. She moaned, turning her head to the side and bringing her knees tighter around my body, clenching around me.

Then I slipped into her. Slowly. Softly. I let her feel all of me, angling up inside of her, hitting her in just the right spots. She gasped a few times as I let out a sigh, sitting inside of her, waiting for movement. I kissed her cheek, her neck, her breasts, her insides quivering around me.

"Please, Daddy! Daddy, please!"

"You want me to move into you, beautiful girl," I whispered into her ear, kissing her hair and moving one of my hands up to grab her wrist. She nodded at me, softly moaning at the pressure on her wrist, and I moved out of her just as slowly as I had gone in, the tip of my penis still inside of her. "Good. You make me pleased."

So I kissed her cheek again, smirking, and slammed my penis into her dripping pussy, moving out and slamming it back in. She gasped at me, her body tightening around me, contracting around me, and sucking me in. I moved into her again, more forceful, groaning against her neck.

"Daddy, let me touch you...please, take the handcuffs off, I want to touch you," she whined, moaning between every few words as my erection pumped into her body. She moved her foot to my pants pocket, nudging where the key was and giggling a bit. I sighed, and kissed her neck.

"Tell me why you want to touch me, little girl." I trailed a few kisses down her chest, opening my lips around her nipple and blowing on her. She shivered, gasping quietly.

"Because I want to please you...please, Daddy. Please let me." I put my head down against her chest, sighing, and taking my keys out.

"Alright, little girl. Alright." As I unlocked one of her wrists, she immediately moved her hands down to my abdomen, stroking me with her fingertips and making little smiles. I undid the other handcuff and moved them to the side, pressing my tongue against her neck and rhythmically moving myself into her cunt.

"Daddy," she moaned, spreading her hands over me and slipping them up the back of my shirt. There she grabbed onto me, sinking her nails into my back as I thrusted into her faster, harder. I groaned as I bit down into her neck, arching against her, shaking as she dragged her nails down my shoulder blades.

"Do not do that, little girl." She smiled at me, giggled, and moved her hands to my shirt buttons, undoing the rest and taking it off of me. Then she put her hands around my neck, pulling me closer to her and making sweet noises into my ear.

We were both needing to finish. Her pussy clenched around me, her moans getting louder, more like cries. I slammed into her with more force, slid my hands up her thighs and smacked her little tush. She squealed, her knees tightening at my body. "Daddy, please..."

"What, beautiful Lolita," I breathed as I moved my engorged cock into her faster, on the edge of bursting.

"Please, Daddy!"

"Tell me, little girl, what," I groaned, her pussy contracting around me, making me need release.

"Daddy, please come in me!"

"Good girl. Come with me." She screamed my name, grabbing onto my shoulders and sinking her fingertips into my skin, her wet little cunt closing around me, soaking me in her juices as I shot into her.

Then she collapsed under me; limp, exhausted. I stayed inside of her, holding her around her waist and cuddling her, breathing heavily. She rubbed her legs against my back, giggling, kissing the side of my head. I groaned at her, telling her what a good girl she is and she shouldn't make Daddy so tired. She giggled again, and said that she does it because it pleases me.

After kissing her a few times, I nuzzled her cheek, and whispered against her forehead: "I love you, my sweet little girl."

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