CHAPTER ONE
Candy
There’s no way to deny how damned turned on by it all I feel. What turns me on? Well, at present, what turns me on is everything there is to know about Thaddeus Archer.
Thaddeus is Phillip’s older brother.
Phillip is my best friend’s fiancé. Well, in a few months, she will be his wife.
Thaddeus is a Daddy. Evidently, Phillip knew about and always thought it was a wonderful idea but didn’t really understand it all until Carl and Leo, two good friends of his, invited him to this town. Carl’s club is filled with people who enjoy the DDlg lifestyle. It stands for Daddy Dom and little girl. A dominant man, the Daddy, takes care of and directs the little girl.
I thought it was a truly stupid idea up until the second I met Thaddeus.
I heard all about it from Lyric while I was in Europe. I pretty much got the blow by blow account of their relationship from the very beginning, when she dove into a lake she wasn’t allowed to swim in (typical Lyrica) and Phillip dove in and rescued her. Rescued! She didn’t’ know there were alligators in the lake, and he had to pull her out. That’s typical Lyrica Miracle, my name for her. She calls me Dandy Candy or Candy Dandy.
Anyway, arriving here I thought I would have long serious conversations about her giving up this little girl thing and finding a normal relationship. I can’t do that, though. Lyrica is different now. The Lyrica I remember from before I went to Europe is gone. That Lyrica drives a person insane, always acting without thinking and getting into trouble. That Lyrica is enough to give a girl an ulcer.
This Lyrica still has the same happy and playful spirit. She just doesn’t get herself into constant trouble and she actually considers the consequences of her behavior. She tells me it has everything to do with Phillip, her Daddy.
So, score one point for the Daddy and little girl idea.
And then Thaddeus.
He’s perfect, everything I could possibly want, and he’s also a Daddy.
Score five thousand more points for the Daddy and little girl idea.
Lyric and Phillip have a big house. I live in a guest bedroom and Thaddeus lives in the guest bedroom right next to mine. There’s just nothing more frightening or titillating than that. The closeness and constant contact are driving me wild. After a few weeks, it seems like my body is on high alert at all times.
And I suppose I’m a bit of a jerk because I make sure to accidently leave the door a little bit ajar when I change and don’t close my robe as tightly as I ought to. I don’t walk around naked or anything like that but I make sure he sees just enough to ensure he wants to see a whole lot more.
As for me, I’ve seen him without a shirt on, chopping firewood in the back yard.
Ten minutes ago.
The way his muscles ripple when he lifts the axe and brings it down on the logs to split them still fills my mind. The man is about as physically perfect as any man can be. The sight of him is still seared in my brain even after rushing from where I stood by the sliding glass door and up the stairs. My clothes are in a pile next to the bed now. Snug under the blankets, my body already responds to my hands moving all over.
I envision his body and imagine him right here with me. I think of his muscular chest and how it must feel. I imagine running my fingertip over his shoulders, down over his front and back. I imagine the change from his rock-hard abs to his ribs and…
And, of course, I imagine other parts of him as well. How wonderful it would be if he chopped wood nude so I wouldn’t have to just imagine the other parts.
By now, my hands have trailed over my body and put my skin on high alert. I finally get a little more focused and move my hands to my breasts. I take a nipple between each thumb and forefinger and pinch softly, whispering, “Oh yes. Yes, Daddy. That’s how I like it.” I think about his face showing more intensity as the desire grows and he needs more of me. I imagine the hunger in his eyes and pinch my nipples a little harder. In fact, I pinch my nipples hard enough it hurts a little bit.
For some reason, I like that.
I’m so tiny, and it makes me think of how big Thaddeus is, how easily he could overpower me. I’m not really into pain but in this context, it adds to the picture of being with a man as powerful as Thaddeus, and I can’t help but respond positively. I gasp but then pinch again, just as hard. It’s too much for me and one hand flies down between my legs.
Ordinarily, I would build things up slowly but I’m well past that now and I plunge fingers into myself and cry out as my body responds immediately. “Oh, God!” I say, “Oh, Daddy! Daddy, it’s so good!” I imagine him atop me and thrust harder and faster. I pinch my nipple savagely now, and I lift my hips to meet my thrusting fingers. “You feel so good, Daddy!” I cry. “So good!”
I am right on the edge.
Right there.
Thoughts of Thaddeus fill my mind as I move my fingers and take my had from my breast so I can rub my clit while I thrust into myself. That’s all it takes. Pleasure explodes over me and I lose my breath for a moment as my body clenches up. When it lets go and I’m flooded with bliss, I moan out, “Daddy! Oh, Thaddeus! It’s so good, Daddy! Fuck me!”
I writhe and twist as the orgasm pulses through me for what seems like an eternity. Finally, I clench one more time than relax. Mostly, at least. It’s several more minutes before my pussy loosens enough for me to remove my fingers. When I do, I fall backwards onto the bed and trace my fingers over my body, languidly this time. I feel as though I’m drifting on a warm sea and the pleasure that still courses through me is like rolling waves that relax and invigorate me at the same time.
The relaxation part is winning though, and I’m nearly asleep when I feel a shadow pass over my eyelids. My eyes fly open and I sit bolt upright, staring out the door to my room, which is still ajar. There’s no one there but I could have sworn someone just walked by.
Could it be Thaddeus? Did he see me? Did he hear me?
It’s a little embarrassing to think Thaddeus might have seen me cumming while screaming his name but it’s also a little exciting. After all, I’m the one who left the door open so he could catch a sneak peak if he happened to walk by. True, I usually remember to close the door when I masturbate but the fact I forgot this time isn’t too terrible.
I wonder if he saw me? I wonder if he liked it? I wonder if he’ll let me cum on something other than my fingers?
I smile and close my eyes again. Then I drift off to sleep wondering what it’ll feel like when I can finally call Thaddeus my Daddy.