BelladonnaRose

The scent greeted her as she entered the room. Mechanic's grease and lime aftershave. She stepped into the room the hardwood cool under her feet. A dresser set on the wall between the door and the master bath. A large sleigh bed with white sheets and down pillows called to her to crawl into it but she glanced at the dresser.

The urge to peek inside tickled her brain but she didn't. She said she wouldn't go through his things and she would do her best not to. Still, she wondered just which drawer held the cuffs. The thought made her smirk.

"What are you doing, sweetpea?" his voice caused her to jump as she felt his arm wrap around her waist. "Were you exploring?"

Her head nodded as she kept quiet. She could listen to him talk forever about nothing if given the choice. But, girlies weren't given such a choice.She felt him smile against her hair. His aftershave filling her nose making her relax a bit against him.

"What are you going to give your Papa tonight." The statement brought her back to herself as she felt his hands slide down her sides and over her hips before giving her ass a squeeze.

"What do you want Papa?" she asked. The question earned her a light smack on her ass along with a gripping caress.

"That's not what I asked darling" his voice growled softly near her ear.A shiver passing through her.

"My pussy, Papa." she said softly. Saying such a thing still made her blush.

"Tell me how you want it Babes."

She licked her lips knowing there were two options at the end of the day: Willingly or Not. "Can I have a drink Papa please," she asked "and the cuffs?"

She felt him laugh. "Get to work girl."

It was then she turned to face him looking up into the grey eyes that met her own. She watched him for just a moment before doing as she was told. She raised up on her tiptoes pressing her lips lightly against his own before letting them trail down his neck and chest as her hands worked his pants loose sinking down to her knees as she moved both pants and boxers to the floor. She felt his rough fingertips on her shoulders before a gentle pat on her head as she nuzzled his thigh and got to work.

"It's what Papa wants" she told herself as she hissed and fought a whimper that finally slipped past her lips as he took her bottom. The sudden stretch caused her to tense and shake a few tears slipping down her cheeks. She pulled on the heavy black cuffs that held her hands. A moment didn't pass til she felt a hard slap on her ass the his hands sliding along her back to sooth her.

"It's alright babygirl Papa's gonna take care of you."

It was in that instant that her body relaxed that she felt his hand wrap around and squeeze her throat and thrust harder into her causing her to yelp and the tears to flow in earnest now. As his movements kept her pinned in place. She tried to stop it, but soft sniffles and whimpers fell from her simply urging him on harder until she heard him groan above her and felt the heat in her. The combination made her shudder.

Several minutes passed unless she felt the cuffs unlock and heard both lock and key slide along the floor. Before she could react, she found her face begin covered in gentle kisses and his fingers running through her hair. The simple attention causing her to purr happily as the covers were pulled around her and tucked under her chin.

"It's time for you to go to bed little one."

She pouted and fought a little but soon settled contently around him letting his warmth sink into her.

"Papa is home."

   Let me start this off by saying I love words written or spoken. It challenges. It seduces. It comforts. Writing takes passion and dedication to do.While surfing on my Spotify, I'd forgotten that I had put the ever well spoken and respected Martin Luther King, Jr. in my favorites. Everyone knows his "I Have A Dream" Speech but there's another I found that I think is more beautiful then that.

 
     "We Must Love Each Other" In this speech/sermon King is talking of the one thing we all want in this world: Love. The most basic, precious, and abused emotion known in human existence. He speaks simply of how tyranny no matter the side does no good in the long. He makes simple elegant statements. Never once bashing any involved.

  I think we as a whole have forgotten how good bread can taste and be when it's warm and shared with others. So, when things seem horrible take a deep breaths and bake bread instead of hate.

This is nothing new Ladies: We're vain creatures. Those of you that say you aren't. Are lying. There is one thing about yourself that you prize. But I'm not writing to explain something we all already know and understand. Or do we?

My trinity of vanity

• Hair
• Skin
• Speech

• Since I was small I've been told a lady's glory is her hair and that it should be treated as silk or lace. I love my hair and want it to grow as long as it can.
• I prize my moon-pale skin as unique and different with so many longing and going to great lengths for that perfect golden color.
• A lady always speaks well so she is understood by all that hear her.

  These are the surface reasons for my vanity but they go a little deeper then that. I see all these things as beneficial to whomever I choose as my lover, trust me, I'm very picky.I see all these things as something for my lover to get joy out of:

The silkiness of my hair through their fingers be it coming from a gentle touch or a harsh pull.
The smoothness of my skin giving them a place to rest their head.
The softness of my voice to give them calm and understanding and keep them grounded.

So, the next time you thing a lady's vanity is a bad, shallow thing. Think again.