Good Sub: Part II

“Let’s see, what else is left for me?” B scanned her to-do-list “wear your leather bodysuit .”
B giggled at the idea of her suit being a “full-bodysuit” it looked more like a bunch of leather strips masterfully braided together by Daddy’s best friend and leather extraordinaire, Pig. No one designed leather gear like Pig who managed to make those strips of leather look so good, sexy and fashion forward. Daddy loved the bodysuit and B loved getting him all wet and hard. She got him hard and he fucked her; win-win situations excited her. The truth was that the bodysuit was also one of B’s favorites. The suite exposed so much of her skin, looking more like an “outline” of a bodysuit. Thick leather strips covered her nipples, with a built in ass-lift, the bodysuit was not quite crotch-less but framed her pussy lips perfectly; keeping them under pressure as if bound. She felt fucken nasty in it and desirable, always ready and open…always for her Daddy.
“I’m ready for you,” B would say looking straight into his eyes. B could pinpoint the second Daddy was fully turned on- something about the way his left eyebrow twitched. “I’m ready for you,” B would repeat just to see the twitch again. B liked to Top, but not in a snap-a-wrathful-whip-slashing-skin type of way but she used her words, her looks snapped at Daddy to the core. TWITCH.
Her bodysuit was just another way that B took a snap at Daddy. She liked that it was bare in the crotch, it saved time, he was always so hungry for her cunt and B loved letting him have it. He wanted her so much, B could tell the way he fucked her pussy as if it was going extinct, he fucked her as if his dick would be forever out of commission. No one had ever made B feel like that before, like her pussy walls were collapsing onto each other, like her soul was being expunged. For good or for bad Daddy always fucked her the same.