Kink and Fetish—PTB Smut University 2013
Edward and I have known each other for many years—his little sister, Alice and I have been best friends since kindergarten. I've always had a crush on Edward—his mossy green eyes, tousled russet hair, pink luscious lips—have all starred in my dreams many of nights.
Edward is eight years older than Alice and me, and until this past year, we've never had anything in common.
...1 year ago...
"Alice, please, leave it alone," I begged, as Alice boot up my computer.
"No, you're my friend and it's my best friend duty to look out for you, even if you think I'm wrong. Just try it, Beebee. I met Jasper that way. It's fun...you can let loose, no expectations..."
"It's kink Ali," I sighed. "I'm not even into to that, how's it gonna be fun. I don't even have the slightest idea what to do!"
"I know and neither did I, the community is very friendly, you can partner up with someone, they'll teach you the in's and out's."
Groaning as I dropped my head in my lap. My best friend of twenty years is relentless—she's a bully. Will not stop till she gets her way, till she hears that yes. We'll I so happened to be her project that month, and she was on a mission to help me find Mr. Right. What in the world made her think I would find him on the web?
"I'll set you up, create your profile. Just promise me you'll take a look, see what it's all about." she says as she types away on my keyboard.
"Okay...I'll look." I agreed.
That night, after Alice left, I logged on Facebook. I have several friends I've made through the years as a fan Vampire Diaries Fanfiction. Even dabbled a bit as an author. As I made my way through my alerts and messages I came across an invitation to a secret group. Curiosity got the best of me and I decided to look and see if I was friends with anyone in there. I had one mutual friend in common, which at the time I assumed was who had invited me.
Talking myself into accepting the invite, what's the worst that could happen? I don't like it...I leave the group.
"Let's see what all the hypes about," I muttered as I accepted the invitation.
My stomach instantly recoiled, I regretted my action immediately. Could my friends and family on Facebook see I had just joined a kink group? What would they think? What would they say?
"Fucking hell," I whispered, desperately trying to calm my nerves.
The minute I accepted, I'm tagged in several posts, welcoming me to the group. People giving me the run down—the do's and don'ts. Asking if I'm a sub? A dom? What fet I'm into.
"Jesus...what the fuck did I just do," I scrubbed a hand down my face.
One name though caught my eye, 'My GreenEyes', it rang so familiar. I hover over his name and his profile picture popped up. The most amazing green eyes were looking back at me, I've seen them before. I just can't place where.
A message popped up on the side of my screen.
My GreenEyes - Welcome to the group, BeeBee Swan :)
BeeBee Swan - Thank you, do I know you from somewhere, your eyes...they look so familiar?
My GreenEyes - Can't say that we do, maybe we'll get to know each other in here? What are you into?
"Shit," I banged my head against my desk. I had no idea how to answer that.
BeeBee Swan - Umm...actually, I have no idea...I've never been a part of a group like this before.
My GreenEyes - That's okay, no shame in that. This is an awesome place to figure that out. I can help if you'd like?
BeeBee Swan - That would be awesome, Thank you!
Over the weeks, My GreenEyes and I messaged each other, we chatted a lot about all the different types of role-play there was, one in particular piqued my interest.
My GreenEyes...became my Daddy.
We set up a time we would log on and play, one would think having virtual sex—with a stranger wouldn't be intimate, one would assume it would lack the chemistry you would have with a person live in the flesh. But, that's the furthest from the truth. I've never felt so connected, free, I've never been so comfortable in my skin as I am with him.
The months passed and we got to know each other, we spoke in length about our lives, our careers. One day, we broached the subject of our childhood, where we grew up, went to school.
That's the day I realized, why...why the name My GreenEyes was so familiar, why those eyes were so familiar.
I damn near deleted my Facebook account, I panicked, had an anxiety attack. I didn't log on for a week. How could this be? I've been extremely intimate with this person, shared fantasies, played them out even, sent him nude photos of myself, and have seen very inappropriate photos of him as well.
He's my best friends brother! A man I have had a crush on since I can remember, how do I go back after this? How will I ever look him in the eye and be okay?
I was absolutely mortified.
...2 weeks later...
Laying on my sofa, wallowing in my misery. My phone chimed with an incoming message.
My Facebook messenger lit up.
My GreenEyes - Why haven't you been on? Did I do something to scare you off? I miss you?
My throat grew dry as I swallowed down the lump, I desperately tried to hold back my tears.
"I miss you too," I whispered into the air.
My GreenEyes - I can see your on... Please talk to me...Baby Girl.
BeeBee Swan - I can't, I'm sorry... It's complicated.
My GreenEyes - How complicated? Tell me?
BeeBee Swan - Please...I had fun while it lasted. I just can't do this anymore. I'm sorry.
My GreenEyes - Why? Is it because we know each other? I know who you are? Bella
My hand instantly recoiled, my phone landed on the floor with a loud thud. How...how long has he known.
Picking up my phone I asked.
BeeBee Swan - Edward?
My GreenEyes - Yeah
...1 year later...
Good Morning, Baby girl - Edward
My phone chimes as I walk into my office. Smiling, I know who it is, Daddy's always the first one to message me in the morning. Reaching my office, I pull out my phone to answer him.
Good Morning, Daddy :) - BeeBee
Did you wear what I asked? - Edward
Yes, daddy. I wore a skirt - BeeBee
Good girl, you're always a good little girl. Always pleasing daddy. Send me a picture - Edward
Sitting at the edge of my desk, I snap a picture of my skirt, making sure to include my legs all the way down to my heels. Sending it to Edward. I immediately get a response.
Damn, baby girl. You know what daddy likes don't you? You please me very much. - Edward
I also get a picture alert from him. Opening it up, I'm graced with the sight of Edward's cock, standing at attention. I'm immediately turned on, my panties being ruined in the process.
I want a picture of that sweet pussy under that skirt - Edward
I want you to finger yourself, make yourself cum, and send me a picture of your juices dripping from your fingers - Edward
"Fuck," I whimper. My clit throbbing at the excitement that's coursing through my veins.
Yes, Daddy - BeeBee
Good girl, and for being such a good girl, here's a little reward ;) - Edward
Attached to his message is a video. Closing the door to my office, making sure the blinds are all shut, I sit in my chair and watch.
I watch...watch Edward pleasure himself, his long fingers gripping his shaft, coming up slowly as his thumb swipes across his swollen head. His grip tightening as he pumps down back to the base, massaging his smooth pink balls in the process.
"Jesus..." I spread my legs, run my fingers along my thigh and between my dripping lips. Circling at my entrance I dip them in, coating them with my arousal. I drag them up to my throbbing nub and begin rubbing...pinching.
My head thrown back in pleasure, biting my lip to keep my moans from escaping, I'm interrupted with a knock on my door.
"Shit." I mumble. "Just a minute," I call out.
Called into an emergency meeting, Edward's request long forgotten.
An hour into the meeting my phone vibrates with and incoming message.
Ahem... - Edward
You know I don't like to be kept waiting - Edward
Consequences - Edward
Quickly typing out a message, I explain I was interrupted and called into a meeting.
He never replied.
Arriving at home, Edwards car is already in the drive. A shiver goes down my spine, I begin to worry my bottom lip, excited...afraid of what awaits me inside.
Edward's had to punish me before, he's never gotten out of hand, he's always known what I can handle—in-tune with my body.
Stepping into our home, I'm greeted by—Daddy, standing in the foyer...my eyes roam his body. He's barefoot, stripped off his shirt, pants unfastened, a tumbler of scotch in one hand and his belt wrapped around the other.
My knees go weak and I brace myself against the door, my breathing becomes labored as anticipation, excitement course through my body.
"I'm very disappointed in you, do you know why?" His voice drips with lust—sex.
"On your knees, assume your position," he commands.
Walking over to me as I drop to my knees, he snaps the belt close to my ear, letting me know what awaits me.
"Pull out my cock."
"I'm gonna fuck your mouth, but, you aren't allowed to touch me." He instructs.
Pulling out his cock, I bring my hands and clasp them together at my back. Looking up at him, I take him in and swallow him down. Taking everything he offers, allowing him to pleasure himself with my mouth.
"That's it...take...it...all..." He grunts. "I'm gonna fuck your mouth...that pussy...all for my pleasure."
Moaning at his words, I rub my thighs together, my arousal dripping down my legs.
"You...will not come," he hisses as he continues to pound into my mouth. "This is all for me."
Even though this is my punishment for disobeying daddy's orders, I take a great deal of pleasure in it. Watching his face contort in ecstasy, his control over my body, taking what he needs from me.
It satisfies me, it's enough, to pleasure him, to satisfy him...
To please my Daddy...