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Sansa had been talking to her online guy for a while now. They didn’t go by real names, only ‘Daddy’ and ‘Baby Girl’ and that was for the best. Sansa was only nineteen, living with her half brother Jon, and she was going to school to be a nurse. She didn’t need this getting out.
Anyway, it had been almost two months since they’d met on Tumblr, the guy replying to a random sexy post she’d made. They shared many kinks and Sansa had never been so horny in her life. They sexted all day, to the point where sometimes Sansa had to jerk off as soon as she got home. He asked about her day too though, he was a very caring Daddy. She sent him pictures of her tits, her stretched out pussy, even videos of her fucking herself with a dildo, or holding the vibrator on her clit until she cried. In return, he sent her videos of him jacking off, whispering all the dirty things he’d wanted to do to her, before shooting all over his stomach.
They’d been talking about it for some time now. Sansa loved verbal humiliation. She loved being her Daddy’s slut, and good girl, and the fact that he always wanted to come inside of her. But then they got into public humiliation. So Sansa had a job today. They’d never met, nor did they really plan to meet, but Sansa was good at taking pictures and videos of herself. She also knew by the time she got home, she would be so wet that he would know she had followed directions.
He had given her a simple list for the grocery store. Five items. Of course they were random and scattered across the store. He’d sent her all the supplies she’d need. A pair of nipple clamps, a pair of vibrating underwear, and then her outfit. Now it was a white shirt, that was barely thick enough to hide the nipple clamps. She wore a charmed necklace so it looked like the chain just continued down her shirt, and the clamps themselves looked a bit like piercings. She doubts anyone is going to stare that hard. Her bottoms however, are the thong vibrating panties and a short, tight, faux leather camel skirt, with a pair of kitten heels.
She’s so nervous, she’s never done anything like this in public, and although she is so turned on, just from getting dressed in her room, she’s nervous. She texts him.
Sansa: Daddy I’m nervous
Daddy: It’ll be ok baby girl. You’ll be in there 20 mins tops
Sansa: What if I come?
Daddy: You better not.
Sansa: I’m scared
Daddy: Do you have your outfit on?”
Sansa: Yes
Daddy: Let Daddy see
She quickly sends him a picture in her full length mirror and she can practically hear the smirk when he texts her back.
Daddy: Delicious. You look like the little whore you are.
Sansa: Thank you daddy.
Daddy: Should we go over the rules again?
Sansa: Yes please. I want to be perfect.
Daddy: I know you will be baby. Ok. You can take an Uber to the store, I don’t want you too distracted. You don’t have to turn on the panties until you walk in the store. Then you’re going to walk around and grab everything I wrote down. No pulling down your skirt or up your shirt. There’s no hiding your sexy little body today. You will not come. You will shut off the panties in the Uber back, send me a picture of the groceries so I make sure you got everything, and then you will get your reward.
Sansa: But Daddy, what if I come?
It takes him a moment to answer,
Daddy: Since this is our first time doing this, if you feel too close, you can call me. However, know that I might tease you even more. I’ll text you periodically to turn the panties up and down. Sound good?
Sansa: Yes Daddy.
They rarely talked on the phone so the thought excited her.
She arrives at the grocery store about twenty minutes later and texts him she’s arrived, sending a picture of the store logo. She reaches for the remote, shoved in her purse, and turns the panties on. She nearly trips over a crack in the ground. Daddy had also told her not to grab a cart.
The nipple clamps are tight, and the tightness of her shirt isn’t helping. She starts breathing heavily, the panties rubbing her in all the right places. The first item is one lemon, and she hears her phone ding, just as she goes to grab a bag.
Daddy: Turn them up.
She gasps, but presses the remote immediately.
Sansa: Daddy, fuck it’s so much.
Daddy: I know you can do this.
Sansa shakes as she leans over to pick out a lemon. She doesn’t think she can grab the bag until she gets used to the tingling in her pussy. Her phone beeps again as her fingers fight to open the bag. She squeezes her thighs together as she puts the lemon in the bag. Then she opens her phone,
Daddy: Tug on your nipple clamps
Sansa: I’m in public!
Daddy: That’s the point you dirty fucking whore. Figure it out.
She bends back over the lemons and reaches under her shirt, tugging the chain. She nearly convulses as her pussy pushes out slick. Her phone pings again,
Daddy: Do it again and then you can move on. I want you desperate. Hold it for five seconds.
Sansa gasps, but legs shaking, she holds the chain, pulling her nipples down for five seconds as she shivers. She’s going to have to call him soon.
She looks at the next item on her list. It’s a can of corn. Shouldn’t be that hard. She stumbles in her heels and walks as quickly as she can to the aisle. She’s not going to be able to make it.
Of course, of fucking course, the corn is on the bottom shelf, and Sansa’s skirt is way too short for this. There’s one younger guy in the aisle, probably fifteen but he’s a few feet from her. She switches from leg to leg, before bending down. She can feel the bottom of her ass cheeks hanging out and hear the quiet buzzing of her underwear. She grabs the corn as possible, standing up quickly, before looking back at the list and realizing it’s creamed corn. She noticed the kid has gotten closer to her.
Sansa: Daddy there’s someone right behind me, I can’t bend down.
Daddy: Don’t you want them to see your pretty pussy?
Daddy: Bend down for ten seconds.
Sansa: Daddy
Daddy: This is not a negotiation.
Sansa shivers in anticipation, before leaning down again to grab the corn. She pretends she’s looking hard and she can hear the cart getting closer and closer to her. She can feel eyes on her and finally she grabs the can, standing up. She turns around and clears her throat, making eye contact with the other guy. He takes in the picture of her skimpy outfit and smiles,
“How ya doing baby?”
“Sorry, um, I have a boyfriend,” she says easily.
He licks his lips,
“Doesn’t look like it.”
She laughs, patting his shoulder,
“Hope you enjoyed the show,” she says softly, cheeks flaming.
She gets the next text as she’s hustling to the dairy section to grab some milk.
Daddy: Turn it up. I think this is as high as it goes. You can do this baby girl.
Sansa: But Daddy, I’m so close. My nipples, my pussy, god, it’s so much.
Daddy: You wanted this. You can finish. Call me if it’s too much.
The highest setting makes it hard for her to walk. She wishes she wasn’t in heels, but that was probably the point. Her nipples are so red and swollen at this point, she just wants her Daddy to suck on them. She manages to grab the milk, but the icy freezer makes her nipples harden and she has to hold back a scream. She calls him, as she has two more items on the list and she’s close to coming in the middle of the fucking grocery store.
“Hi Daddy,” she whispers.
“Hi my sweet girl, how’s it going? You lasted much longer than I thought without calling me, I’m proud of you.”
“I don’t know if I can make it, can I be done? I have two more items left.”
“Sure.”
“Really?”
“Then you won’t be coming for a week though.”
“Daddy,” she pouts.
“You wanted this. You don’t want to disappoint me, do you?”
She shakes her head,
“No, of course not.”
“Then you yank on those fucking nipple clamps and keep walking. Are you leaking down your thighs yet?”
“Yes,” She whimpers.
“Pull those clamps tight. Let me hear you.”
She ducks down an empty aisle and faces the shelf of food, yanking her nipple clamps. She lets out a sob and clenches her pussy.
“Good girl, you’re doing so good. Go get your last two things. Call me when you get home.”
Sansa hangs up, feeling strangely uncomfortable. This isn’t how he usually was. His praise usually sounded more genuine and this was new for her, she felt he could be nicer. She sighs and tries now to shake through the last couple items. She makes it through self checkout, and as soon as she’s out of the building, she shuts the underwear off, though they’re soaked and she’s a mess. Her nipples are also starting to hurt, but she thinks she’ll be grateful for the bruising feeling later.
She texts him she’s on her way home and he doesn’t respond. The whole twenty minute drive home. She texts him as she heads up the stairs, still nothing. She doesn’t want to call him, for fear of crying, so she just walks in the house and sets the bag on the counter. Jon is still at work, and she pours herself a large glass of wine.
She hasn’t even had time to change, take off the claps, the soaking panties or anything, before Jon is coming in the front door. He sees her in the kitchen,
“Hey Sansa, what’s up?”
“Nothing,” she pouts.
“Wow, that sounded really convincing. Day drinking, are we?”
“Jon, fuck off.”
“What did you do today? Why are you dressed like this? In the middle of the day?”
“What’s wrong with my outfit?” she spits, suddenly ready to spew venom.
“Just looks a little like, a clubbing outfit,” he says softly.
“You mean slutty?”
“I would never call you that.” He says firmly.
She rolls her eyes. She doesn’t know what’s wrong with her, except that she wants to come and Jon is the closest man to her in this moment. She doesn’t even care that he's half brother at this point. Her Daddy has completely ditched her after she had just done something way out of her comfort zone. She needs some aftercare cuddles at least. But with the way Jon is staring at her legs, she can’t end there.
Before she knows what she’s doing, she’s pulling up her crop top, showing off her nipple clamps. Jon chokes.
“Do you think I’m a slut now?”
“Um, Sansa,”
“Yes or no?”
He steps closer to her and tries to pull her shirt down. Whilst doing this, his arm brushes over the clamps and she arches into him, moaning loudly.
“Fuck, um, Sansa, honey,”
“Please, Jon, touch me, I need it so bad.”
“What have you been doing?”
She sighs and leans against the counter, tits still on display,
“I went to the supermarket with these on and a pair of vibrating undies. I’ve been on the edge for like two hours.I’ve been talking to this guy online and we decided to do a scene. ”
Jon stares at her,
“Fuck, you’re pretty desperate, huh?”
She nods eagerly,
“Please.”
“Sansa, we can’t,” he says.
She starts sliding her skirt down her legs and then hops up on the counter, spreading her legs. The panties are light pink and completely soaked through. She tugs on the nipple clamps herself,
“Why not? Don’t you want me? Don’t you think I’m pretty? I’m sexy?”
“This isn’t fair.”
She grabs his hand and slides it over her barely clothed pussy. He groans, taking her nipple clamps off and sucking gently around a bruised nipple. His fingers slide under her soaked panties and she jerks at the overstimulation. He slips his fingers out gently,
“Are you sure you can handle this right now?”
“I want it,” she whines, reaching for him.
“Baby, you’re so sensitive. Sure you’re gonna be able to take my cock?”
She throws her head back moaning.
“Please, please fuck me, I’ll be good, I will.”
“You’re already perfect, my love. You want it right here?”
She nods, not used to the sweet talk and Jon unbuttons his jeans, sliding them down and fucks into her softly. It makes her keen, leaning back.
“You’re so tight, holy shit. So wet. God, you’re so close aren’t you?”
She nods, tears springing to her eyes, and she throws her arms around his shoulders, shaking, as fat tears roll down her cheeks. He tips her head up with his finger, rocking into her slowly,
“Are you okay?” He asks softly, brown eyes staring into hers, “do you need me to stop?”
She doesn’t believe for one second that he’d actually stop at this moment, she doesn’t trust men like that, but the way he says it makes her want to believe him. In fact, he stills his hips, on an outward thrust, just the tip of his cock still inside her,
“Sansa, are you okay honey?” He asks, stroking her cheek.
She nods, though she’s still crying. She’d been so overwhelmed and on the edge, and she didn’t think she’d be getting fucked. She thought she’d be able to rub her clit and finger herself at her own pace, stopping if she got too overstimulated. And while Jon is so gentle, it’s just a lot. She hasn’t gotten fucked in at least threess weeks, and Jon’s cock is bumping against her g-spot with every thrust. He’s perfect at this. Her clit is red and throbbing, but he doesn’t touch it yet, and she’s thankful mainly for fear of screaming or squirting or both.
“Please. Please, I’ll do anything you want,” she begs, leaning in to kiss him, “Please fuck me.”
He kisses her swollen lips,
“I’ve got you baby.”
He rocks into her, much slower now, and presses as close to her as he can, rubbing her breasts, occasionally brushing her nipples just to hear her squeal. She leans against him, tracing his quote tattoo across his chest with her tongue as he pauses, buried to the hilt inside of her.
“Are you going to be okay to come? Or are you still too sensitive?” he asks softly.
Sansa has never been with someone so kind and caring. She feels her stomach stir like she wants to throw up.
“I want to come, please let me come, I’ve been so good,” she begs.
Jon kisses her ear, slowly sliding out, watching his dick fuck back in. There’s a slick noise as he does it and Sansa throws her head back in embarrassment.
“Of course you’re gonna come baby. You are good. My good girl. I’m gonna rub your clit now, you tell me if it’s too much.”
She nods eagerly, looking down as Jon grabs some wetness and starts rubbing tiny soft circles over her red swollen clit. She digs her nails into his shoulders,
“Jon, Jon, fuck, fuck, holy fuck, I’m so close, please fuck me.”
“I am fucking you,” he says, rolling his hips.
“Harder, please.”
Sansa’s shaking and crying and clamped so tight around Jon’s dick it’s getting harder for him to pull out. She’s flushed and sweaty, makeup running down her face, nipples standing straight up and purple from the abuse. He kisses her softly,
“Next time we gotta be careful this time. Don’t wanna hurt you. Never wanna hurt you,” he mumbles into her neck.
From there he rocks into her, rubbing her clit until she pulls at her hair, moaning that she’s coming. He pulls back to stare at her, back arching, purpled nipples brushing against his chest, just enough for her to shiver, eyes crossing as she tries to look at Jon, before pleasure overtakes her.
Her pussy is so tight, Jon fights to keep his own eyes open, their bodies upright and try not to come at the exact moment she does. He doesn’t want to miss this though, Sansa, face a mess, hair tangled, drool running down her chest, panting, squirting all over them as she moans out “Jon, Jon, thank you, fuck me, holy shit.”
As soon as he feels her gush over them, he drops his head to her shoulder, eyes squeezing shut and shooting deep inside of her,
“Fuck, Sansa, baby.”
Sansa comes down first, but to her embarrassment, she doesn’t stop crying, or making noises. And then as Jon’s trying to catch his breath in her ear, her legs start shaking and she almost slides down onto the floor.
Jon grabs her and holds her tightly,
“Good girl, good girl, how are you baby?” He asks, brushing her hair out of her face.
“A lot, a lot,” she whines and he slides out of her, lowering her until they’re standing.
She collapses against him and he pulls her up into his arms. She can barely wrap her arms around him; her thighs are so shaky. He walks quickly to his room and deposits her on the bed. He pulls her shaking body to his chest and pulls his comforter over them, “come here honey, I got you, I got you lovey.”
He strokes her back for a few more moments,
“I’ve gotta go get some supplies, I haven’t done this in awhile, my box is pretty much empty.”
She cries out and immediately clings to him,
“No, don'tNo, don'tNo, don't leave! Please, I’m sorry, I’m trying to be good.”
He kisses her forehead,
“You’re good, you’re such a good girl, but you need some juice and some water and some water and a snack. We’re dirty, and your nipples need to be taken care of okay?”
“Can I come with?” She whispers.
Jon hesitates,
“Baby girl,”
“Please, I can't, I don’t want to be alone.”
“Okay, come here baby. Do you want clothes? A towel?”
She shakes her head,
“Just you.”
Jon picks her up and she wraps shaky hands around his waist. He grabs the basket from under his bed where he normally keeps his aftercare stuff. He goes into the fridge, grabs two bottles of water, a Gatorade and a bottle of grape juice. He grabs granola bars and bananas and Pop-tarts in case Sansa gets difficult.
He heads to the bathroom to grab Tylenol and ointment and wipes and a damp paper towel and a regular towel. He deposits Sansa on the bed with the box and grabs his loosest shirt for her, knowing her nipples would hurt, but not wanting the rough bed to hurt them even more. He doesn’t bring a pair of bottoms as the tank will cover her sensitive pussy, but a pair of socks.
Sansa is sitting in the middle of the bed, hands crossed in her lap. Jon’s half hard in his jeans. She’s such a good sub. If Jon ever got the chance to truly cherish her…
He sheds his close and leans against the pillows before pulling her against his chest, in between his legs.
“What do you want to drink first babe?” He whispers in her ear.
“Whatever you want sir,” she sighs.
She must be a bit new to this. Jon rubs her shoulders,
“End scene.”
She relaxes slightly against his chest,
“The juice please,” she whispers.
He twists the top off and helps her drink it, slowly. He pulls it away and she chases it,
“Slow, slow.”
She turns, laying her head against his chest.
“Can I sleep now?”
“Sorry baby but no. We’ve got to clean up.”
She sighs and he exchanges positionspositionspositions with her. He uses the rag to clean her up, then some wet wipes. He gently rubs the ointment around her nipples which brings heavy breathing and tears in her eyes.
Jon kisses her softly,
“You’re good, you’re good. Sleep my love, we’ll talk when you get up.”
Sansa’s out for about forty-five minutes and Jon has a lot of thoughts during these minutes. Like how he just slept with his half sister. Unprotected. The fact she’d practically been havingpractically been havingpractically been having BDSM with another guy. A guy who couldn’t even bother to give her proper aftercare. The way she acted during aftercare made him seem she didn’t know much about this. He’d never thought Sansa had know very much about vanilla sex either. In the six months they’d lived together, she’d brought home a lot less guy’s than he’d thought.
He’s furious. So happy he’d come home when he did. He didn’t know what she would have done if she’d been alone in that situation. Eventually Sansa stirs. Eventually she turns towards him,
“Oh god. We- holy shit- we-“
“That’s the least of our problems. Sansa, what happened to you? What? Not what were you thinking because that’s judgemental and I would never judge you for this but. But this is already a, heavy ass scene and with someone you’ve been talking to online-“
Sansa looks up with him, tears in her eyes,
“So you think I’m stupid?”
“No honey. No. But I think your lack of knowledge about BDSM was taken advantage of. Tell me what happened.”
Sansa sighs,
“I’m, embarrassed now.”
“Don’t be. Here, you tell me and I’ll feed you this granola bar okay? You can focus on that. You won’t even have to look at me.”
Sansa sighs as Jon unwraps the Cliff bar. He feeds her a small bite,
“We’ve been talking for a while and we planned it out together. I guess I didn’t know it would be so hard.”
Jon feeds her another bite,
“What was the scene?”
“I was supposed to wear a slutty outfit with nipple clamps and vibrating panties. I didn’t have to turn them on until the store. I was supposed to find five random items. He randomly texted me to tell me to tug on the clamps or up the panties. I was allowed to call him if it got to be too much. Then he just stopped responding. Then I started feeling weird, I’m assuming that was subspace.”
“What the literal fuck?” His hands are balled at his hips, “you know that’s not, Jesus Christ. Even if I hadn’t experienced you in the last three hours, I could tell you you weren’t ready for that. You know that right? You know you weren’t bad? That was too much. That was. Sansa, that was not what BDSM is.”
She sniffles,
“It sounded hot.”
“Do you want to hear how it should have gone?” He asks, tipping her chin up.
She nods, eyes wide,
“He should have been with you. Driven you too and from the store. He should have trailed behind you. Checked on you after each item. Maybe even with a phone call to make sure you weren’t pushing yourself during text. He shouldn’t have made you turn up your undies or tug your clamps, that’s too far for the first time. He should have met you at the checkout, complimenting and touching you. Immediately taking both items off in the car. Let both of them breathe. Then immediately come home and give you aftercare.”
“You know a lot about this.”
“I’ve been a dom for about three years right now.”
“You’re really good. I wish it would have been with you. You sound like you would have taken care of me.”!
“You’re my sister, I'm always going to take care of you. Fuck I didn’t mean to say that, we shouldn’t have done this.”
“But we did.”
“Doesn’t make it okay.”
Sansa strokes the side of his face,
“It’s okay. I wouldn't have survived any of this without you.”
“You should go back to your room, we shouldn’t be naked together.”
“Jon, don’t do this. Clearly we both like this. And clearly I have a long way to go in learning this whole thing. You could help me.”
“Sansa,”
“No one’s going to know.”
She can see him breaking and she leans over him, kissing him hard,
“Fuck me, please.”
“You’re sore. You need to rest.”
“I want you,” she murmurs, pulling the tank top off.
Jon groans, hands sliding up her sides,
“I’m not going to fuck ypu, you’ll probably break, but I’ll eat you out.”
She moans,
“Oh Jesus Christ.”
Jon slides down the bed, parting her thighs, her pussy is red and swollen and he’s starting to regret offering this, but he can be gentle, especially with Sansa.
He licks her gently and she twitches. He licks a few more times, softly gripping her thighs before he uses one hand to spread her lips, she’s so fucking open and wet, his come dripping out of her. He’s never done it like this, but he flicks his tongue up, testing out her clit.
She screams out, gripping his hair and he moves down to her hole, licking her up. He finally slides his tongue into her nervously, tasting the bitter come with the sweet taste of his juices. Fuck, he’s never going to be able to use a condom with her.
She’s moaning his name and bucking her hips when he gently pulls her clit into his mouth. She honest god screams, coming against his face.
He slides up her body, kissing her hard. She leans over to suck his cock but he stops her, even though he’s hard,
“I’m good love.”
“But you did me,”
He pulls her back so they’re lying down and pulls the cover over them,
“It’s not tit for tat with me. Sleep okay?”
She nods, already half asleep.