“Does your pussy feel funny too, Babygirl?”
Her eyes dart to mine. At first, filled with surprise, then twinkling, darkening. She shifts a bit on her bare feet, her knees rubbing together, and I imagine how wet I hope she is right now. For me.
She pinches her lips together and observes me from beneath her lashes.
I run my tongue over my teeth, admiring her discomfort. I watch her hands drop from her neckline, feel them settle against my forearm before running down to my hand. I love the feel of her as she touches me. The knowledge that she needs me.
“You need to answer me when I ask you a question, baby. Don’t just stare. Daddy doesn’t like to ask twice. Does your pussy feel funny? My pussy.”
I bring my hand down, and both of her hands grasp on to me. I step sideways, pulling her behind me toward the bed. My room has never looked more perfect than it does with her in it. I need her on my bed. Now. Making this place truly a home.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers as we reach the side of the bed. “Yes, it feels funny.”
The way we’ve fallen into our relationship roles is more than magic. It’s destiny.
“Hop up here.” I pat the edge of the bed and let her hands go. They instinctively smooth down the front of the nightgown, catching on her nipples, emphasizing the curve of her magnificent tits.
As she turns to settle on the bed, the light coming through the window falls softly on her shoulder, her hip, silhouetting her curves as they move beneath the light fabric. My mouth starts to water at the sight of it, as I watch her gently bite her lip, shifting to make herself comfortable, looking more perfect there than anything I could dream of.
I imagine the way her tits would feel in my mouth. The memory of her cunt on my tongue is still fresh from yesterday. How I’d wanted so badly to take her completely last night, to tie her to my bed for my own pleasure.
But this is better. I had things that needed to be done, business that needed to be taken care of. Now, with all that out of the way, I am free to enjoy her. Leaving her last night was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but it was right.
Her hands clasp together in her lap, the little pastel accents on the tips of her hair making her look truly like a doll. And that’s exactly what she is. My doll. Like some imaginary laboratory created her just for me.
“Now.” I step forward, pushing my thighs between her knees, opening a gap exactly my width for me. A hand instinctively goes to her hair and gives it a rough tug, forcing her to look up into my face.
Without hesitation, I lean down and take her lips with mine, listen to the deep breath she takes when my tongue pushes inside her mouth. Her body shivers as I deepen our kiss, my beast raging inside as the momentum builds.
In my mind’s eye, I see my cum dripping from her. From her sweet, freckled nose. From her chin. From her cunt. I see it everywhere, and it’s beautiful.
I brush my hands over the thin fabric that covers her tits, feel the resistance of the nipples, taste the scent of her cunt as it comes up to mix with our kiss. I have to break our connection, have to give myself time to take her mind as well as her body. I shift back a step, leaving her legs open and her mouth agape.
“Who’s in charge here?” I ask, watching her swallow as my words harden.
“You are…” Her lips still shine with our kiss. Her eyelashes flicker, covering and uncovering her doe-brown eyes.
“Who is?” I grunt. If she’s read the rules I left for her last night, she will know she’s fucked up. The way she immediately swallows and shoves her hands under her ass, I can see she’s just realized the slipup.
“You are, Daddy.”
The beauty of my name on her lips is unlike any musical masterpiece my ears have ever heard.
“I’m going to let that one go. We are just starting out, after all. But in future, if you do not use my name when you reply to a direct question from me, there will be consequences. You understand me, Babygirl?” I center my forefinger under her chin and make sure she’s looking directly into my face.
A tiny yelp catches in her throat, and
she nods, eyes focused on me, while her answer drips slowly from her lips like honey. “Yes, I understand, Daddy.”
I reach down and twist her nipple through her nightgown, enjoying the shudder that shakes her little shoulders. The scoop neck on the nightgown shows off the flush covering her body, her natural acknowledgment of the power I hold over her. I’m shocked to notice my own hand shaking ever so slightly. The amount of restraint I’m forced to use right now is having an effect on me.
She yelps and mewls, unable to contain her pleasure. I move my hand to find the other nipple and tweak it even harder than the first, watching as her legs jerk and try to come together. But I’m already ahead of her, shoving my knee between them and shaking my head as I shoot her a stern stare.
“I know you read my rules, sweet girl. I also know it will take you time to make them part of who you are. But trust me when I say, if you ever close your legs on me again, you will be sorry.”
Tears start to fill her eyes. The salty water threatens to spill over her lower lids. It does not deter me in the least. In fact, it only sends the animal inside me raging. I see my little girl, the one I’ve waited for my entire life, and no amount of restraint will stop me from taking what’s mine.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whispers, her voice almost cracking as she leans her head back and takes a glance at the ceiling. I see her trying to be strong. To fight off the quivering chin. And it only tells me more about what she needs.