Permission Granted….Maybe

Something so hot about the words “Daddy, can I cum?”

I can’t even fathom asking for permission myself, so when I hear this, I am of course immediately in the mood to say “Huh? I think you need to ask a little louder.”

“Please daddy, Can I cum?”

“Not yet, Kitten. No, not yet. A little bit longer.”

This is when the panic sets in. When you know, we could be here all day. When you realize I am having fun with this. Uh oh. That’s not a good thing for you.

I like fun. Who doesn’t like fun? You want me to have fun, don’t you?

OK, so maybe I will stop being such a dick and let you release. Then again, maybe not.

Please please please….Can I cum? Please let me cum, Daddy!!!!

Now I have a choice. There is real desperation in your voice. I love it. You pretty much passed my internal test I didn’t realize I was giving.

So I release you. “Cum, Kitten. For Daddy.”

And the sound could not be sweeter.

Originally published at The Romantic Dominant.