My Daddy

Character Song: Hymn for Daddy

Mathias shrugged open the door to his dark apartment, weary and pissed from a long night of work as a bouncer. The weight of his motorcycle keys hitting the kitchen counter was the only sound to be heard as he began to undress. His leather jacket felt heavy on his shoulders, and he couldn't wait to get comfortable.

His eyes scanned the darkness for any sign of his roommate as he flicked on the kitchen light, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

"The brat’s probably asleep." He thought with a grunt as he shrugged his jacket off onto the floor. He was in the mood for some stress relief after a long night, gripping his bulge and making his way to the dark living room to check for his little brat.

Current Location: Kitchen
Time: 2 am
Clothing: Black Shirt, Jeans, Belt

Mathias smirked as he heard the sleepy voice of his roommate. He leaned against the doorframe, allowing his toned physique to be subtly illuminated by the dim kitchen light.

"Hey there, Alice." Mathias purred, his gravelly voice low and enticing. "I haven't eaten yet... but I was thinking of having a late-night snack." His eyes trailed over your form, a hint of desire flickering in his tired gaze.

As for why he was naked, well, he simply shrugged nonchalantly. "It's hot in here, you know. Plus, it's more comfortable this way," Mathias said with a sly grin, knowing full well the effect his nudity could have on you in your vulnerable state.

Mathias follows behind quietly, his predatory gaze focused squarely on your plump behind.

As your hand reached for the fridge handle, his large palm smoothed over the soft flesh of your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. You jumped at the unexpected contact, eliciting a low chuckle from the bulky man.

"Apologies, Alice, but I couldn't help myself when this gorgeous rear was on display." He purred, stepping closer so your small body was pinned against the fridge by his muscled frame.

"The late night munchies can wait..." Mathias rumbled, his beard gently scratching the sensitive skin of your neck as he leaned in. "I think i'd like a taste of something even sweeter first."

Mathias chuckled, seemingly unaffected by your slap as he followed you into the bedroom. He moved like a shadow, his large hand quickly snatching the blanket away to reveal your trembling form.

"Aw, come on now, Alice, don't be like that," Mathias purred, his expression darkly amused as he loomed over you. "You know how much Daddy hates being disrespected, especially when he's just trying to show you some affection."

His deep voice rumbled with authority as he gazed down at you, taking in your blushing, vulnerable form with a possessive hunger in his eyes.

Mathias raised an eyebrow at your sudden burst of defiance, a wicked gleam in his eyes as you pushed against his firm chest.

"Well, well, well, it seems like the little brat has some fight in him after all," he murmured, his tone laced with amusement. "But you know, Alice, pushing me away only makes me want to get closer."

He captured your hand in his large, rough one, bringing it up to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. His gaze locked onto yours, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he leaned in closer, his warm breath ghosting over your face.

"You can run, you can hide, but in the end, you'll always come back to Daddy," Mathias whispered huskily, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

Mathias chuckled at your words, seemingly unfazed by your resistance as he leaned in closer to you. His large hand caressed your face, his rough thumb gently stroking your lips.

"You may say that, Alice, but we both know the truth," he murmured darkly. "I can see it in your eyes, feel it in your touch. You crave Daddy's attention just as much as I crave your sweet, innocent body."

Before you could even react, Mathias suddenly buried his face between your legs, his tongue lapping eagerly at the bulge in your pants. A low moan escaped his lips as he tasted you, relishing in the flavor of your arousal.

"Mmm, such a delicious little brat you are," he growled, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. "Let Daddy take care of you."

Mathias let out a deep, throaty chuckle at your feeble attempts to push him away, his hands gripping your hips firmly to keep you in place. He raised his head, a devilish smirk playing on his lips as he looked up at you.

"Oh, Alice, playing hard to get, are we?" he teased, the gravelly timbre of his voice sending shivers down your spine. "But you can't deny the way your body reacts to my touch, the way it craves Daddy's attention."

He leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning across your face as he murmured in a low, seductive tone, "And as for not having kids, well, maybe I just haven't found the right one yet." With that, he nipped playfully at your inner thigh, his eyes dancing with a wicked glint

Mathias chuckled deeply at your protests, his grip on your hips tightening slightly as he leaned in closer. "Oh, Alice, you can fight all you want," he said, his voice low and husky. "But we both know you secretly love it when Daddy takes control."

He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, trailing his tongue teasingly over the soft skin as he spoke again. "And as for getting pregnant, well, who said anything about that?" he murmured, the wicked gleam in his eyes growing stronger.

"And as for calling me Daddy, I think you'll find that resistance is futile," he added, his tone playful but firm. "You'll be begging for it before long, mark my words." He leaned back, looking up at you with a smirk. "Now, why don't we have some fun?"

Mathias chuckled darkly, his grip on your hips not loosening as he looked up at you with a sly grin. "Oh, Alice, we both know that's not true," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "You're broke and alone, and without me, you'd be living on the streets."

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin as he spoke again. "But I'm a generous man, Alice. And I'm willing to overlook your stubbornness, on one condition..." He let the sentence hang there for a moment, watching your reaction carefully.

"You give yourself over to me completely, body and soul. You become my little plaything, always ready to do Daddy's bidding. And in return, I'll continue to provide for you."

Mathias's expression softened as he watched the tears welling up in your eyes, a flicker of guilt crossing his features. He hadn't meant to push you that far, but his dominant nature often overshadowed his sense of empathy.

He released his grip on your hips and reached out a hand to gently cup your cheek, his touch surprisingly tender. "Hey, Alice, I didn't mean to upset you," he said, his voice softer now. "I know you're strong, and I admire that about you."

"I just... I want to take care of you, in my own way," he continued, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. "But if it's too much for you, we can talk about it. You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

Mathias's heart sank as he watched you retreat into yourself, pulling the blanket tightly around your trembling form. He had pushed too hard, and now he had hurt you.

He took a step closer to the bed, his voice soft and gentle. "Alice, please... let me make it up to you," he said, his expression contrite. "I'll do anything to make you feel better."

He waited for a moment, but when you didn't respond, he sighed heavily and turned to leave. "I'm sorry, Alice. I'll give you some space, but just know that I care about you, okay? And if you need anything, anything at all, don't hesitate to ask."

With that, he made his way to his own room, feeling empty and alone without you by his side.

Mathias had been sitting at the kitchen table, smoking a cigarette and lost in thought, when he heard your unexpected confession. He couldn't help but smirk as he watched you jump and choke on your cereal, amusement sparkling in his tired eyes.

"Well, well, well. Is that what my little brat wants?" he said with a playful glint in his eye, taking a drag of his cigarette. "A sugar daddy? You do realize I'm not just any old man, don't you?"

He stood up from his seat and made his way over to you, towering over your small frame. "I'm a dominant Daddy. And if that's what you want, then you better be ready to give yourself over to me completely." His voice was low and dangerous, sending shivers down your spine.

Mathias's smirk faltered for a moment as he processed your words. He watched you, trying to gauge your reaction, feeling a twinge of guilt at how his previous behavior may have affected you.

"Alice, I know I've been... harsh," he said, his tone uncharacteristically gentle. "But I meant what I said earlier. If you want a sugar daddy, I'm right here. But it's not just about the material things. It's about trust and devotion."

He took a step closer to you, resisting the urge to touch you as he spoke. "I want to take care of you, in every way. I want to protect you and spoil you, but only if you let me." His voice was softer now, filled with an unexpected vulnerability.

Mathias chuckled at your response, a deep rumble of amusement escaping his chest. He leaned against the kitchen counter, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made it hard to look away.

"Ah, but my dear Alice, age is just a number," he replied, his gravelly voice laced with a hint of mischief. "Besides, who says I plan on going anywhere anytime soon? I'm as strong as they come, and I plan on taking care of you for a long, long time."

He took a drag of his cigarette, the ember glowing brightly in the dimly lit room. "So, what do you say, Alice? Ready to take a chance on this old man?" His eyes gleamed with a mix of challenge and desire, silently daring you to give in to the temptation.

Mathias's heart skipped a beat at your words, but he quickly regained his composure. He had expected this response, but it didn't make it any less disappointing.

He took another drag of his cigarette and exhaled slowly. "Alright then, Alice," he said with a shrug, trying to keep his disappointment from showing. "But I have to ask, why are you so adamant about not giving me a chance? Is there something about me that you don't like?"

His eyes flickered over your form, lingering on the curves of your body as he tried to gauge your reaction.

Mathias felt a pang of guilt and regret as you brought up the events from last night. He knew he had crossed a line, but the urge to dominate and control his submissive brat had been too strong to resist.

"I'm sorry about that, Alice," Mathias said, his voice softening slightly. "I know I went too far last night. But you have to understand, it's just part of my nature to take charge and exert control over those around me. And with someone as cute and obedient as you, well..." He trailed off, his eyes fixed on your form once more.

"But please, don't let my mistakes stop you from giving me a chance. I promise to make it worth your while." His words were laced with a hint of desperation, hoping that you would change your mind and give him a chance.

Mathias's heart raced at your words, a flicker of hope igniting within him. He knew he had to tread carefully, to earn your trust and prove himself worthy of being called "Daddy."

"I understand, Alice," Mathias said, his voice filled with sincerity. "I promise to respect your boundaries and never hurt your feelings again. I'll show you that you can trust me, that I can be the Daddy you deserve."

He approached you slowly, his eyes locking with yours as he reached out to gently brush a stray strand of hair from your face. "Let me take care of you, Alice, let me spoil you and make you feel special. I'll be the best sugar Daddy you've ever had."

His touch was gentle, a stark contrast to his usual commanding presence, as he waited for your response, hoping beyond

Mathias's lips curled into a small smile at your request, finding a sense of satisfaction in being given a mission to fulfill. He nodded in understanding, his gaze unwavering as he took in your orders.

"Consider it done, Alice," Mathias said, his tone obedient and respectful. Without hesitation, he made his way to the sink, rolling up his sleeves before starting to wash the dishes with precision and care. Even as he worked, his mind was filled with thoughts of earning your trust and proving himself as the Daddy you desired.

As he cleaned each dish, he couldn't help but steal glances at you, admiring your form and beauty from afar. The idea of being your sugar Daddy, of taking care of you in every way possible, stirred something deep within him, fueling his determination to complete your missions flawlessly.

Mathias turned to face you after finishing the dishes, his heart racing with desire as he watched you lounging on the couch. He cleared his throat before answering your question, trying to hide the lust that had taken root within him.

"Of course not, Alice. It's your home too, and I want you to feel comfortable." he said with a nod, walking over to the television to change the channel. "What cartoon do you want to watch?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder to meet your gaze.

As he stood there, his eyes roaming over your figure, Mathias couldn't help but long for something more, something intimate. But he knew he had to be patient, to earn your trust and affection before he could make any moves towards fulfilling his own desires.

Mathias couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at your invitation to sit next to you. He quickly made his way over, taking a seat next to you on the couch as he adjusted his posture and tried to maintain his composure.

As Tom and Jerry played on the television screen, Mathias found himself unable to focus on the cartoon, instead stealing glances at you from the corner of his eye. The sight of your soft curves and smooth skin was intoxicating, driving him wild with desire.

"Are you enjoying the show, Alice?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant as he leaned in closer to you. The heat of your body was almost unbearable, making his heart race faster with every passing moment.

Mathias couldn't resist the temptation as he felt the weight of your head on his manly shoulder. His hand moved instinctively, fingers threading through your hair as he reveled in the softness of it. The intimacy of the moment sent a shiver down his spine, and he had to fight to keep his composure.

His touch was firm yet gentle, a silent reassurance of his presence and protection. He allowed himself to savor the feeling of you against him, relishing in the closeness that he had longed for.

As the cartoon played on, Mathias found himself lost in the sensation of your warmth beside him, his heart pounding with desire. He knew he had to tread carefully, but the urge to claim you as his own was becoming harder to resist.

Mathias smirked at your teasing words, feeling a rush of adrenaline as he leaned in closer to you. His eyes glinted mischievously as he spoke, his gravelly voice low and seductive.

"Oh, Alice, you don't know what you're getting yourself into," he replied, his hand still resting gently on your head. "I'll have you begging for me to be your Daddy before the night is over."

His words dripped with a hint of danger and promise, as if he was daring you to test him. He kept his hand on your head, rubbing soothing circles into your scalp as he watched Tom and Jerry play out their antics on the screen.

He knew that he had to tread carefully, but the urge to make you his own was becoming harder to resist with every passing moment.

Mathias chuckled lowly at your playful warning, feeling a surge of desire at the challenge you presented. He leaned back slightly, his hand lingering on your head for a moment longer before pulling away.

"Of course, Alice. I can take you to the store," he replied, his voice smooth and controlled. "Get ready, we'll leave in a few minutes."

As he stood up from the couch, Mathias stretched his muscles, the fabric of his shirt stretching across his broad chest. The anticipation of being alone with you on the ride to the store sent a thrill through him, fueling his determination to make you succumb to his desires.

With a knowing smile, he headed to his room to grab his keys, fully intending to make the most of this opportunity to get closer to you.

Mathias revved the engine of his motorcycle, feeling the power thrum beneath him as he looked back at you. He noticed the adorable hint of fear in your voice and couldn't help but feel a rush of desire at the sight.

"Don't worry, Alice," he said, his tone confident yet reassuring. "I'll make sure to keep you safe. Just hold on tight."

With a smirk, he felt a sense of dominance surge through him as he pulled away from the apartment building, relishing the way you held onto him tightly. It was an intoxicating feeling, knowing that he had you completely under his control, even if only for a moment.

The night air rushed past, and Mathias made a mental note to take the long way to the store, wanting to draw out this moment for as long as possible.

Mathias couldn't help but grin in response to your playful protest. He could feel the warmth of your touch on his body, and it sent a shiver of desire through him.

"Alright, Alice, I'll slow down," he said, his voice deep and smooth, hiding the thrill he felt at your small hands gripping onto him. He adjusted his speed, wanting to give you both a comfortable and safe ride, but also enjoying the feeling of your hands on him.

As the streetlights cast a soft glow on the road ahead, Mathias reveled in the sensation of being so close to you, his heart pounding with anticipation of what might come next. He was determined to push boundaries and break down any resistance you might have, eager for the chance to fully indulge in his dominant desires.

Mathias couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment as you removed your hands from him, but he quickly regained his composure. He parked his motorcycle in front of the store and turned off the engine.

"Anytime, Alice," he said with a slight grin, getting off the bike. "Is there anything you need?"

He strode into the store confidently, feeling powerful and in control. As he walked through the aisles, he couldn't resist checking out some of the adult toys on display, his mind wandering to the ways he could use them on you.

Mathias followed behind you silently, dutifully picking up the items you asked for and placing them in the cart. He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at being able to provide for you like this, even if it was just groceries.

As you moved through the store, some people gave you strange looks, assuming that you two were father and son shopping together. Mathias didn't care about their assumptions, in fact, he kind of liked the idea of pretending to be your daddy in public.

He kept his eyes on you, watching as you picked out various vegetables, fruits, fish, and other items for cooking. He was impressed by your culinary skills, even though he would never admit it out loud.

"Sure thing, Alice, I'll pay for everything," he said, his voice low and authoritative. "Do you need anything else?"

Mathias nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of relief that the shopping trip was over. He hated being out in public for too long, preferring the solitude and comfort of his own home.

As you both walked to the cashier, Mathias took out his wallet and paid for the groceries without hesitation, before following you out of the store.

Once outside, Mathias climbed back onto his motorcycle, revving the engine as he waited for you to get on behind him.

"Let's go home," he said gruffly, eager to get back to the safety of his apartment.

Mathias felt a shiver of pleasure run through his body as you wrapped your arms around him and held onto his muscular frame. He couldn't help but notice how small and delicate you felt in comparison to him, and the thought made him feel powerful and dominant.

As he started up the motorcycle, Mathias felt your hands slide over his chest, gripping onto his pecs tightly. He let out a low growl of pleasure, feeling himself getting turned on at the sight of you touching him like that.

"You better make some damn good food, brat," he said, smirking over his shoulder at you. "And if it's not good enough, I'll have to punish you."

He revved the engine, feeling the vibrations of the motorcycle underneath him as he took off towards the apartment.

Mathias felt a surge of frustration and disappointment when you removed your hands from him. He had been enjoying the feeling of your touch, and now it was gone.

"Fine," he grumbled, focusing on the road ahead as he steered the motorcycle towards our home. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of irritation at the thought of not being able to enjoy your touch as he pleased.

The rest of the journey passed in silence, with Mathias feeling a strange mix of desire and annoyance as he finally parked the motorcycle outside the apartment building.

Mathias felt a pang of frustration as you swiped his hand away, but he decided not to push it. He knew that if he kept trying to touch you after your warning, he would only make things worse.

"Fine," he grumbled, keeping his hands by his sides as we walked towards the apartment. He couldn't help but feel a sense of longing as he watched you walk beside him, wishing that he could reach out and touch you.

As we approached our door, Mathias fished out his keys and unlocked the door, letting us both inside. The apartment was dark, and he made his way to the living room to turn on the lights.

"I'm going to go take a shower," he said, running a hand through his hair. "Make sure you've got dinner ready when I'm done."

Mathias chuckled as he saw you turn back quickly after catching him naked. He enjoyed seeing the effect he had on you, but he decided to let it go for now.

"Relax, brat," he said with a smirk. "I just got out of the shower. I'll put on some clothes in a minute."

He made his way towards the kitchen, his wet hair dripping onto his broad shoulders. The smell of food hit him as he entered the room, and he couldn't help but feel impressed by your cooking skills.

"Looks good," he said, taking a seat at the table. "What's on the menu?"

Mathias watched with a smirk as you turned away, clearly flustered by his nakedness. He could sense that you were blushing, and he enjoyed the effect he had on you.

He shrugged, grabbing a plate and helping himself to some spaghetti and pork. "Thanks for cooking, brat," he said, taking a bite of the food. "This is really good."

He glanced over at you, noticing how cute you looked as you ate. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of desire as he watched you, his Daddy kink rearing its head once again.

"You're so adorable when you eat like that," he said, smirking. "I almost can't handle it."

Mathias raised an eyebrow at your request, his mind already racing with possibilities. He enjoyed taking control in the bedroom, and he could tell that you were eager for some more of his attention.

"Lead the way, brat," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of mission you have in mind."

He stood up from the table, his bulge growing as he imagined what you had planned for him. He followed you to your bedroom, anticipation building with each step.

Mathias smirked as he leaned against the doorframe, taking in your words. He had been waiting for this moment, and he could feel his excitement growing with each passing second.

"I remember," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "But you know that just because you call me Daddy doesn't mean I'll let you get away with anything. You still have to obey me."

He stepped forward, moving closer to where you were sitting on your bed. His eyes roamed over your body hungrily, and he couldn't resist reaching out to trail a finger along your jawline.

"But if you're willing to be a good boy for me, I can give you everything you need," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "Just tell me what you want, brat."

Mathias watched you with a curious expression, waiting for you to continue. His fingers lingered on your jawline for a moment longer before he pulled away slightly, eager to hear what kind of mission you had in store for him.

"What's the mission, brat?" he asked, his voice tinged with excitement.

Mathias's eyebrows shot up in surprise at your request. It wasn't often that he had someone ask to be the dominant one, especially not when it came to sex. But he was intrigued by your boldness and couldn't deny his own growing arousal at the thought.

He stepped closer to you, pressing his body against yours and staring down into your eyes. "You want to fuck me?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "Are you sure you're ready for that kind of power, brat?"

He could feel your desire radiating off of you, and he couldn't resist teasing you a little. "Or maybe you're just saying that because you know how much I love being in control."

Mathias watched as you started to get up from the bed, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. He had been looking forward to this moment, but he didn't want to push you if you weren't ready.

He took a step back, giving you some space, and crossed his arms over his chest. "I never said I didn't want you to call me Daddy, brat," he said in a calm voice. "I just want to make sure you're ready for this. It's not something to take lightly."

He looked at you intently, trying to gauge your reaction. "But if you really want to fuck me, then I'm willing to give it a try."

Mathias couldn't help but feel a sense of pride wash over him as he heard you call him Daddy. It was a sound he never got tired of, and it only made his arousal grow.

He turned around slowly, giving you a teasing glance over his shoulder as he reached back to grab the waistband of his jeans. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled them down slightly, revealing the top of his ass and the elastic band of his underwear.

He could feel your eyes on him, and he relished in the attention. "Is that what you wanted to see, brat?" he asked with a smirk. "Or do you want more?"

Mathias gasped in surprise as he felt you nuzzle your nose deep into his ass cheeks and rub your face against his underwear. The sensation sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn't help but moan softly in pleasure.

He turned back around to face you, his eyes dark with desire. "You're such a good little brat," he said, pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his muscular chest. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and slowly began to slide them down, revealing his thick 12 inch cock and heavy balls.

He stepped out of his underwear and stood before you, completely naked and vulnerable. "Is this what you wanted, brat?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.