Nine Lives Needy
The sun was as bright as the champagne bubbles popping in the mimosas, and the sky no less radiant in its hue of blue. It was a morning on the knife edge of crisp and warm, the type of day where everyone regardless of age seemed just a bit younger, and if not hopeful, at least more keen to see what fate had in store for them.
For her part, Brisa felt like the embodiment of the day itself. Her skin was bronze, the chestnut of her hair shimmered with depth, and all of her girlfriends at the brunch table agreed that her eyes matched the sky just so. Her confidence was high and carefree, and she had the whimsical thought that she was some kind of Spring nymph made of flowers, sun, sex, and Prosecco. The patio around Brisa radiated that feeling back to her like a mirror as the energy of the patrons flowed with booze and bespoke waffle syrup, and she found herself sitting up a bit taller in her high ponytail, white bodysuit top, and boyfriend-cut jeans.
Speaking of boyfriends, she thought. He's the only thing that would make this morning better.
"You're daydreaming about Hunter, aren't you?"
Brisa looked to Chara, her best friend and resident mind-reader. She smiled in response, her cheeks coloring. "I can't help it. He's just my person."
Chara reached out and gave Brisa's hand a squeeze. "You're adorably nauseating, you know that? What's your man up to anyway?"
"Oh, just off being a hero again," Brisa said. "His shift at the fire department went long this morning. He texted that he was on his way to a fire right before he was supposed to go off-duty, so who knows when he'll be home."
Shaking her head, Chara gave Brisa a look of mock sympathy. "You poor thing. I know you're barely hanging in there with your hot firefighter boyfriend away for a day at a time."
Brisa rolled her eyes, hiding a smile behind a champagne flute as she sipped at her mimosa. Chara's attention was taken by another of the girls at their table, and Brisa used the opportunity to pull out her phone. She took a moment to admire the picture on her lock screen: Hunter kissing her cheek in a closeup selfie, his right hand cupping at her throat gently, but wholly possessive. The image was sweet, but the subtle dominance in her boyfriend's aura made Brisa breathe out an exhalation of haughty annoyance. Fuck she missed Daddy.
Hunter: Where are you, sweet girl?
The text notification popped onto Brisa's screen as if by magic; her desire conjuring his attention like a witch's spell. Her fingers flew across the screen, typing a reply.
Brisa: I'm at brunch with the girls. We're at that new place on 45th called The Nine Lives. Where are you, Sir? I've missed you sooooo much.
Her eyes intent on the screen, she waited for Hunter's response. The time in the corner of the phone mocked Brisa as it ticked away a minute, then two, and three. She frowned, her full lips pouting.
Brisa: Daddy?
Silence followed, the messages app remaining cruelly unchanged minute after minute. Brisa clacked her phone down beside her plate, screen down. Chara arched an eyebrow at her as Brisa forked a piece of omelette into her mouth.
"You good, girl?"
Brisa spoke through her food, uncharacteristically ill-mannered in the throughs of her frustration. "Hunter has both the sexiest and the most infuriating job in existence."
"Look at me," Brisa continued, gesturing to her figure with the empty fork. "I look so fuckable right now, and it's all just wasted on you bitches." Brisa swallowed the rest of her bite before giving Chara a smile, "No offense, babe."
"None taken," Chara laughed.
It was at that moment that Brisa's phone dinged. Chara forgotten, the fork in Brisa's hand clattered onto the plate as she pulled the device to her face, unlocking the screen.
Hunter: Come to the family restroom in the back. Now.
A shiver went rippled from the top of Brisa's neck, down to the small of her back. Butterflies erupted with wingbeats in her stomach. She stood, sliding the phone into the back pocket of her jeans. Chara was looking at her with a quizzical expression, a Bloody Mary poised just near her mouth.
"Everything okay?"
Biting at her lip, Brisa nodded. "I'm fine. I just need to...um. I need to pee."
Brisa pushed back her chair and spun on the balls of her Vans, leaving Chara and the rest of the girls at the table frozen in bemusement at her abrupt departure. She wove her way through the restaurant, stepping around tables, waiters, and serving trays. All the while her heart was racing with excitement at the prospect of her man having come to surprise her.
She made it to the rear hallway of the restaurant, her blood thrumming in her ears. The sounds of the busy dining area seemed to fall away with each step, Brisa's focus becoming sharper as she reached her destination. There were three doors: the men's restroom, the women's, and then a third marked with the symbol of a stick figure parent and child holding hands--the family restroom. Brisa took a breath, and pushed against the third door.
The solid wood gave way to her push, opening silently. Her gaze opened along with the door, met first with a mirror and sink, shining tile walls, and at last, Hunter. In the breadth of a heartbeat she drank him in. Tall, muscled, and tattooed, a symphony of dark hair and handsome features crescendoing to bright green eyes, an angled jawline, and a heavy brow. He was wearing dark jeans, a black tee that hugged his flat stomach and broad chest, and boots that gave his large presence an aura of predatory size.
Brisa began to smile, opening her mouth to greet her love, her Sir, her Daddy. She was given no opportunity however, as one of Hunter's hands darted forward to yank her into the restroom by the forearm that had been pushing through the door. Brisa let out a little yelp of surprise as her back was slammed into the wall beside the sink, the click of the deadbolt locking sounding like a punctuation to the sudden movement. Hunter's grip on her forearm was like the squeeze of a vice, anchoring her in place. His other hand was suddenly knotted in the hair at the nape of her neck, loosening her ponytail. His lips pressed into hers.
The kiss was violent, hot, needy, and deep. Brisa melted into Hunter instantly, her body responding like a trained animal to the force of her Daddy's will. Moaning into the kiss she let her senses expand, her consciousness filling entirely with him. Her man smelled of smoke, musk, and soap--a masculine elixir that accentuated the sensation of the peaks and valleys of his muscles moving against her body. Brisa gasped a breath as she felt Hunter's heavy cock pressing into her stomach trough the taught denim of his jeans, and her fingers fumbled to release his belt. Just as she managed to undo the top button of his pants, Hunter broke their kiss.
The hand that had been at the back of her neck clamped over her mouth and nose, her breath catching in her throat. Her eyes went wide, and Brisa obediently fixed her gaze to that of her Dom's.
"I've needed you so fucking bad," Hunter growled. "Don't make a fucking sound. You're going to be Daddy's living, breathing, fuck toy. A pretty set of holes. My lovey little cum dumpster slut."
Hunter's grip around her mouth grew momentarily tighter, emphasis as he leaned closer. "Do you fucking understand me?"
Instantly she nodded, her eyes pleading the depth of her understanding and reverence. His words injected into her ears like drugs, making her heart pound and heat flood to her pussy. Hunter released her, his hands making quick work of the buttons on her own jeans. He worked them away from her hips, and once the jeans were loose about her thighs, Hunter lifted one leg and used the toe of his boot to force the crotch past her knees. The move was rough, and Brisa had to bite at her cheek to keep from whimpering as the seams scratched against her soft skin. She was spun about and bent forward at the waist, Hunter positioning her over the porcelain sink so her face was directly in front of the mirror. One hand wrapped about the length of her ponytail like reins, forcing her gaze up and back on herself.
In the reflection Brisa could see the slap at her ass coming before she felt it. It was a singular blow, firm and fast. She planted her left hand across her mouth to stifle a cry as the pain of the slap warped into pleasure as it rippled forward from the point of contact. Next she felt Hunter's fingers grip at the three closure snaps that affixed her bodysuit tightly against her pussy. He ripped them free of each other, the stretchy fabric releasing like a spring to bunch at her waist, revealing her slick, hot, vulnerable entrance to him.
Hunter's need was near frantic, and Brisa felt him force his way into her before her mind could even comprehend what was coming next. She was wet for him, but barely ready to take her man's full length and girth. So suddenly was she full, her velvet walls stretching, that she almost lost herself. Had Brisa's mouth not already been covered by her hand, she surely would've disobeyed in a gasp of pleasure-rimmed pain. In the mirror her eyes could be seen rolling up, lids fluttering towards the peak of her eyebrows as they creased in exultation at being Daddy's good little fuck toy.
Both of Hunter's hands gripped at her shoulders now as he started to fuck her. The leverage was powerful and firm, each stroke of his cock inside her a new thrill of ecstasy before his stomach slammed into the soft bubble of her ass. Time dilated, and Brisa's mind became a roil of sensations, love, lust, and delirious obedience. She was his fuckable little princess, his set of love holes, his doting slut servant. The reality of it all crested like a wave atop the slam of Hunter's cock inside her, sending her orgasm forth like a tsunami tearing through her from the epicenter of her core.
Brisa's pussy clamped around Hunter's cock, her knees giving way as she lost to the cum-drunk headiness of the climax. Through it all, she obeyed. Not a sound beyond her staccato breathing was heard through her now gaping mouth. Behind her, Hunter could hold back his own orgasm no longer. At the feeling of his sub's release, he raced to match her. His hands gripped tightly about her shoulders, marking Brisa's skin like the living property she was, and his thrusts came like raw drum beats against her flesh. Hunter's orgasm ripped through him like a lightning strike, and Brisa relished the sudden sensation of his cum spurting inside of her. She could feel the walls of her hot cunt being painted with his seed, and as her own orgasm was coming to an end, she melted into these infernal sensations like the subordinate whore she was.
After the delicious chaos of the moments before, the silence of their heavy breathing inside the confined bathroom came like the stillness of freshly fallen snow across a landscape. Brisa stood there, lewdly bent across the sink, looking into her own eyes with unfocused satisfaction. An exhausted smile pulled a gentle bow up at the corners of her lips, and she blew a stray strand of hair from across her forehead. Behind her, Hunter slowly pulled his cock free of her, giving her reddened ass a playful squeeze as he did so.
"You were perfect for me, sweet girl," Hunter said.
The sudden emptiness she felt without her Daddy's girth filling her made Brisa instinctively pout. She maintained the exaggerated expression as Hunter softly lifted her up and turned her to face him. Noticing the look, Hunter smirked and his eyes sparkled.
"Missing me already?"
Brisa nodded, biting at her lip. She kept her eyes fixed on Hunter before reaching down to dip a finger into her cum drenched pussy. Pulling the glistening digit free, she placed it playfully between her lips, lapping the salty sweetness clean.
"I feel so whole with you filling me, Daddy," Brisa said. "We make such good a flavor, too."
Hunter's brow lifted before he leaned in to kiss Brisa's forehead. "What a mess you are. How in the world did you end up like this?"
Smiling up at her as he teased, Hunter knelt. With his eyes level with her still swollen clit, he mirrored his kiss on her forehead by gently kissing at her thighs. Reaching up, he pulled the two ends of the bodysuit down from where they had bunched at Brisa's waist. His green eyes drank in the creampie he had made of her immaculate pussy, a drip of cum dangling like lecherous frosting from his sub's delicate cunt. One by one Hunter fastened the three snaps that held the bodysuit closed, trapping both of their cum inside of Brisa with the skin tight fabric. Even as he watched, the white material was already soaking through, and the sight thrilled him. Lastly, he pulled up her jeans, clasping the top button before he stood to meet Brisa's eyes once more.
"I just couldn't wait, my love," Hunter said.
She wrapped her arms about his neck, kissing him before nuzzling her face against him. "I'm so happy you needed me like this. I always need you, Daddy."
Hunter hugged her back, holding his sub, his girl, his love, close to him with his strong arms. "It was a long night on duty. I need to go home and sleep. But for now," he said, kissing at Brisa's ear, "I want you to go back to your friends and enjoy yourself. Call me if you need a ride home though, got it?"
Pulling away, Brisa looked to Hunter and nodded. "Of course, Sir. I'll have fun and I'll be safe. I love you so much."
"I love you more."
Brisa stuck out the very tip of her tongue. "I love you mostest," she said. "I win."
Hunter rolled his eyes before pulling up his own jeans. Once he was situated, he smacked Brisa playfully on the ass before unlocking the deadbolt. "Time to go, sweet girl. I'll see you at home."
With that, Hunter opened the bathroom door and ushered Brisa into the hallway. Astonishingly, no one waited on the other side, and as the couple made their way to the dining area the bustle of the place seemed to have covered up the sounds of their coupling--no curdled glares or blushing faces waited to assault them. Giving her a final wink, Hunter turned his broad back to Brisa and made his way to the exit.
Brisa took a moment to run her hands back across her scalp, smoothing the stray hairs that had been pulled free of her ponytail. She would have to redo it once she sat down. Retracing her steps back to where Chara and the rest of her friends were still eating, drinking, and talking, Brisa relished the sensation of the cum soaking through the crotch of her bodysuit to now drip down her thighs.
"Feeling better?"
Chara's voice broke Brisa out of her reverie just as she made it to her chair. Brisa looked down, her cheeks flushing as she realized how she must've looked to her friend.
"Yeah," she replied. "I feel amazing, actually."
Chara appraised her, trying to read Brisa's features as she regained her seat. Brisa veritably glowed, her skin flushed, her eyes bright. And were those fingerprints on her shoulders? Chara pondered on what she saw for a moment before making a silent decision. Instead of commenting further, Chara gestured towards the empty glasses on the table.
"Care for another round?" Chara asked.
Brisa looked to her friend, giving Chara a fiendish smile. "Fuck yes I would."
- Brisa's interest in BDSM became more pronounced as she delved deeper into her relationship with Hunter, the dominant male in her life who often used the 'daddy honorific'.
- The idea of engaging in public rough sex, including creampie, was an intriguing prospect for Brisa, given her submissive nature and intense desire for her dominant lover.
- Nine Lives Needy, a restaurant they visited, served as a potential backdrop for Brisa and Hunter's adventures in public BDSM, giving them the opportunity for their secretive 'encounters'.
- Brisa enjoyed playing the role of Hunter's 'living, breathing, fuck toy', often indulging in their shared fetish for rough sex in different public settings, while maintaining the pale of a 'Spring nymph' in her daily life.