Welcome back to the sequel of My World of DDLG . If you haven’t yet read part one, I’d suggest starting there — the threads of control and surrender are easier to follow when you’ve seen how it all began.
“Hello, Daddy,” I smiled softly as I stepped into the hotel room, the word rolling off my tongue half-playful, half-uncertain.
He drew me into his arms at once, his cheek brushing mine. “Hello, sweetheart. Did you miss me?”
I laughed, though my chest was tight. “Of course I did. What about you?”
“A lot,” he murmured, with a promise hidden behind the words.
Before I could answer, he scooped me up as though I weighed nothing at all. I gave a startled squeal, wrapping myself around him in instinctive delight. Maybe there was something to this whole game — the way it blurred childlike play with adult hunger.
He set me down on the bed and kissed me with a heat that stole my breath. I tried to keep pace but eventually had to turn away, gasping. His low chuckle brushed my skin as his lips trailed to my neck. The sound made me shiver, and against my better judgement, I let a small moan escape.
When his hands slid over me, teasing, lingering where I most ached for attention, my composure faltered. “Daddy, please…” The words left me unbidden, trembling between plea and demand.
He didn’t rush. He never did. Every movement was deliberate, a slow unravel of my defences. I tried to hurry him, lifting myself towards his touch, but he pressed me firmly back, reminding me of the rules — his rules. That maddening patience was part of the lesson, and part of why I couldn’t look away.
By the time he finally gave me what I craved, my voice was hoarse with begging. I felt undone, swept under by waves I couldn’t control. It was messy, unsteady, almost too much — and yet I leaned into every second of it.
When he paused at last, his breath ragged, he brushed hair from my face. “Did you like that, baby?”
“I loved it,” I whispered, though my body was still quivering. Then, almost defiantly: “But I want more.”
He gave me that look — the one that said he’d been waiting for me to ask. What followed blurred into something beyond the game we had set out to play. The lines between role-play and raw connection smudged until all I could do was hold onto him and let myself go.
At the end, spent and folded into his arms, I lay listening to the rhythm of his breathing. DDLG still made me uneasy, if I’m honest. Something about the dynamic both unsettled and intrigued me. But he had a way of turning hesitation into surrender, coaxing pleasure from places I hadn’t dared explore. And so, when he asked if I’d see him again, I found myself saying yes without a second thought.
If you enjoyed this chapter, you may also like reading Submissive Play with a Demanding Boss in London or exploring the intensity of Every Breath They Take.