She beamed at him.
He finished with his food and stood up, and took her plate from her and over to the sink. “Run along now and shower, and get dressed. Then I’ll take you to your class.”
She drank the last of her milk and then did as he asked of her, shedding her clothes in her bedroom before walking naked down the hall to the bathroom. She did this every day, hoping in a sneaky, guilty sort of way that he would be around to see her. He never was.
She stood under the shower spray and played with her nipples, which were still hard from the cold of the fridge. Pleasant little tingles went through her boobies. She shivered despite the heat of the shower and trailed her fingers from her bosom over the smooth flatness of her stomach. More tingles, this time between her legs. She rubbed her inner thighs, the hot water pouring down her skin and splashing against her kitty. Breathless, she slid her fingers to her lips and started to slip one inside.
No! she remembered, pulling her hand away from herself. That’s the stuff Daddy taught me how to do. We aren’t like that anymore. I can’t play with myself while thinking of him.
She did her best to ignore the pleasurable throbbing between her legs and hurried to finish with her shower. Washing her stomach and legs with a handful of soap suds almost broke what little control she had.
Amber turned off the shower, pushed the curtain aside. She started to step out and then noticed she hadn’t gotten a towel out. The closet was down the hall. She looked around for a washcloth or something she could use to dab at herself enough so she wouldn’t drip the whole way, but Daddy had done laundry the night before and hadn’t yet taken anything out of the dryer.
“Daddy,” she called. “Can you bring me a towel?”
No response.
She shivered, the warm water on her skin cooling off. She was about to give up and go down the hall anyway when the bathroom door opened and Daddy entered. His broad frame filled the whole doorway.
Amber squeaked in surprise and grabbed the shower curtain, pulling it in front of her body to hide her nakedness.
Daddy shook out the folded towel he held and lifted it up. “Come here,” he said, voice husky. “Let me dry you off.”
She went to him and he folded his arms around her, wrapping her up in the warmth of the towel. He held the towel around her and rubbed her body, caressing her all over with the soft, absorbent fabric. She pressed closer to him, letting him love and care for her, her body relaxing. He was so gentle, barely skimming the soft towel over her kitty and boobies. He slid the towel down to her butt and ran it all the way back up to her shoulders. Holding the towel around the back of her neck, he leaned his head over, his face very close to hers. “Should I dry your hair now, too?”
She nodded and nuzzled her head on the towel to get him started. With utter care and tenderness, he dried her hair, gently working the moisture from the long locks until every inch was soft and dry. He held the towel around her body again and pressed his lips to the top of her head. “You look very nice with your hair all unbrushed and untamed.”
“Then I won’t brush it,” she announced. She cuddled closer to his warmth, felt the hard man part of him press on her. “I’ll look exactly how you want me to look.”
He skimmed his fingers under her chin and drew back. “Time to get dressed, now. I’ll be waiting for you by the door so I can take you to class.”
As he walked down the stairs, she stood naked at the top of the steps with the damp towel draped over her shoulders. Just before he went out of sight, she saw him pass his fingers over the bulge at the front of his pants. He loved her so much that he was turned on by her even when they weren’t doing anything sexual anymore. Amber trembled with happiness at how intensely her Daddy felt towards her. She went to her room and found some clothes for the day. As she pulled on her panties, she couldn’t resist feeling herself. She was warm, slightly trembly, desiring Daddy as much as he desired her.
She managed to resist the temptation to play with herself for the second time and hurried to finish getting ready. She chose a pink sweater with a big sequined heart on the front. Ever since she witnessed Daddy’s interest in Georgina, she of the sequined suit, Amber had been sure to wear outfits with the shiny embellishments on them in some form or another. He must like how sequins look. There wasn’t much else fantastic about Georgina except what she’d been wearing, after all.
Amber went downstairs in her sweater and a pair of skinny jeans, leaving her hair unbrushed and free.
Daddy practically devoured her with his eyes. “You look lovely,” he said, putting his hands on her shoulders. “Like a young woman ready to take on the world.”
She held his face and kissed the tip of his nose. “You look like a businessman who can get crap done.”
“Not unless I never get to work,” he gently chastised. He pulled her hands away and led her out of his condo.
They made their way down to the parking lot and climbed into his car. On the drive over, he told her all about his plans for the day, what clients he would be seeing and what he expected to accomplish at his meetings. Amber listened with fascination and admiration, having no doubt he would get everything done that he wanted to.
He pulled up in front of the building where she had her class and parked. “Have a good day. I’ll want to hear all about what you learn.”
“I can’t wait until I see you again!” A sudden sharp anxiety gripped her. She lunged across the front seat and threw her arms around his neck. “Promise you’ll come back for me? Promise?”
He stroked her hair and held her close. “I’ll always come back for you. When you’re ready, text me and I’ll be there for you as soon as possible.”
She relaxed a little and drew away, sniffling. “I’ll still miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too,” he said hoarsely. “But remember, it’s only a short while until we’ll see each other again, and then we’ll have the rest of the night together.”
It helped to know he would miss her, too. She decided to be brave for him, and to be happy when she thought about him, just in case he thought about her, too.
“I’ll be sure to tell you every single thing,” she promised him.
“Thank you. Now, go on, before you’re late.”
She nodded and gave him a goodbye kiss on the cheek and scampered out of his car. She thought she felt him give her a gentle pat on the ass as she went, but it could have been her imagination.
She made her way to her class and took a seat. Lawrence got up from his spot, moving his books over to be next to her. “Hey,” he said. “You didn’t come to last night’s club meeting.”
“I totally forgot!” she cried, astonished at herself. She had never missed a single meeting before. “Did anything important happen?”
“Luckily, no.” He pushed his hair back from his face. “We mostly discussed options for our next big trip.”
A voice quipped, “I see you two are getting along again.”
Amber turned to see Cherry approaching, she of the red hair, green eyes, and obsessive need to be right. She bristled at the jab. It was true she and Lawrence had avoided each other after she came back from Berlin. The memory of the way he’d changed while in the bedroom with her must have been as fresh in his mind as in hers. However, they hadn’t been able to keep from running into each other and talking, and had resumed their former friendship; the difference this time was she spent less time with him and was always careful not to touch him, unwilling to incite his interest on accident.
But, and she said this part aloud, “It’s none of your business.”
Cherry blinked a few times, surprised. Amber felt a surge of pride at having gotten one over on her. The effect didn’t last long though, and soon Cherry recovered, sniffing disdainfully. “What is my business is what you were doing with that man in your dorm room. And why you disappeared for a week. And why you moved out of the dorms as soon as you came back. That all seems really suspicious to me.”
“None of
your business,” Amber repeated, and stuck out her tongue.
Cherry looked downright astonished this time. Then, she gave a disgruntled huff and stormed away.
Lawrence laughed and held up his hand for a high-five. “Nice!”
Amber hesitated, and then slapped him five. A friendly gesture couldn’t hurt.
Miss Mills got up from her desk, which meant class was about to begin. Amber settled in and got out her notebook and a pen, so she could write actual notes. She wasn’t very good at remembering lectures, but she had been trying to learn how so she could give Daddy more details when he asked.
It was a long class, and it was a long day, but eventually, she was ready to text Daddy and tell him she was ready. She lingered in front of the college, kicking at piles of leaves, enjoying the musty autumn scent, until he arrived. He pulled up right in front of her in his expensive car and waved to her through the window.
With a cry of joy, Amber leaped up and ran to his car and threw herself inside. She grabbed onto him and smothered his face all over with kisses, wiggling and wriggling while he laughed and tried to hold onto her.
“I’m happy to see you, too,” Daddy told her. He finally managed to get ahold of her and pulled her to his chest. “Let’s go home, teacup.”
On the ride back, she got out her notes and read them to him and gave her thoughts when she had them. He made a comment here or there, impressing her, because he knew these things without even having gone to the class.
At home, Daddy went to change out of his work clothes. Amber returned to her own room and also changed, putting on a tank top that showed off a lot of her bosom and very short shorts. She’d made the shorts herself out of a pair of jeans. She hadn’t meant for them to get so skimpy, but the pair of scissors she used wasn’t the best for the task and she had kept trimming and trimming. The result was a pair of shorts that hardly covered anything in the front and let the bottom of her butt cheeks poke out. The places she’d taken scissors to had frayed in the wash, making them all scraggly and sexy.
She heard Daddy leave his room and pranced out to meet him in her new outfit. She swaggered off in front of him. His gaze burned into her the whole way to the living room. He swept up behind her and put his arm around her and drew her in close to him, guiding her to sit down on the couch at his side. She cuddled up very close to his muscular body and lay her head on his shoulder.
Daddy hugged her tight. “What shall we watch tonight?” he asked, picking up the remote from the side table.
“The weather!” She very much wanted snow. While the days were damp and occasionally a little warm, that could change at any time.
Daddy obligingly turned on the weather channel and they watched the forecast, studied the radar. No snow in sight, though temperatures were due to drop.
When she’d had her fill, Daddy turned on a show about interesting museum items and they watched that until its end. She liked hearing about secret things. It wasn’t much of a secret if it was being shown on TV, she supposed, but only the people who watched the show would know.
Once the show had ended, she tilted her head back against Daddy’s shoulder to look at him. “Daddy, do you have anything you keep secret?”
“I think that would be you, wouldn’t it?”
She giggled. “I like being your secret. And I’m a hungry secret.”
“Why don’t you come along and we’ll make dinner together?” he suggested. “It’s going to be spaghetti. There are a lot of things you can do to help you.”
She really wanted to impress him, so she agreed. He put his hand on her butt while walking to the kitchen with him. They spent the next hour making dinner, boiling spaghetti noodles and doctoring the canned sauce until it tasted like something an Italian grandmother had slaved over all day. They even baked garlic bread in the oven. Amber paid very close attention to everything Daddy told her. He was very patient with her, explaining why he wanted her to do things and what certain words meant. She especially liked “al dente” because it meant the pasta was just right, a little firm. Daddy was al dente.
They loaded up their plates and ate in front of the TV, watching a Disney movie that had just come on.
Amber finished eating and looked over to see if Daddy was also done. He mopped up the last of the pasta sauce on his plate using the last bite of garlic bread, and then he put his plate aside.
Amber put her hand on his leg. “I bet your lap is all warm from your plate.”
He said, “Why don’t you find out?” and drew her in.
She wiggled her butt to get situated just right in his lap. He tensed a bit underneath her. She wiggled her butt some more, right over the male part of him. He gasped into her ear and clutched her hips. “Amber.”
She stopped her teasing and cuddled back into him so they could resume watching the movie. It was hard to focus on though, with his hardness nudging at her from underneath. She didn’t mind. She had control over him. She could get him to do anything she wanted. She wouldn’t ever do anything he wanted to do.
She would use this power for good, not evil, to give them both the satisfaction they needed.
Chapter 16
Bad girl spankies
As the weeks went by, Amber made the unfortunate discovery that not everything in her new life with Daddy was exactly the way she wanted it to be. It was the one thing she couldn’t control, couldn’t use her looks and body and sweetness to orchestrate.
She and Daddy were not supposed to have sex.
They kissed, and they kissed a lot more than Daddies and little girls should kiss, but that wasn’t the same. They could do that because they both wanted it. But they could not have sex, because it would change their dynamic. She knew that from sociology. She knew that from what they had discussed. Having sex would change how society perceived them, too.
But men like Daddy still needed sex.
Sometimes he went out at night right after she went to bed and he wouldn’t come back for hours. Probably he suspected she wouldn’t notice, because she was supposed to be asleep, but she never went to sleep so fast. She liked to remain awake and listen to him moving around in the house -which meant she knew exactly when he left. And she stayed awake until he came back. She spent the time watching or playing with her hamster, who was white and female, exactly as she had wanted. Snowflake was good company at night, because hamsters were active at night, so Amber could watch her go around her doing her hamster things the whole time. By holding hamster treats in front of her, Amber could even get the little rodent to do tricks and run through a maze made out of toilet paper tubes and boxes.
Once Daddy came home, she’d put everything away and go back to bed, content in his nearness.
She was awake when he came home after another of his outings, watching Snowflake’s chubby little legs fly as the hamster ran on her wheel. She gasped with relief and happiness and got up to climb in bed.
A woman’s voice spoke, low and sultry. “I love when a man drinks whiskey. It makes him taste so good.”
Amber froze.
Daddy gave his low, pleased laugh. He and the strange woman moved around downstairs, speaking in softer tones Amber couldn’t overhear.
He’s never brought one of them home before!
Curiosity gripped her. She crept to her bedroom door and snuck through it, not shutting it. The sound of the latch might alert them. She slipped to the top of the stairs and peered down over the railing at the living room down below.
Daddy sat in the same chair he had been in when Amber came to see him for the very first time, the lamp on and a tumbler of whiskey nearby. The woman sat on the edge of his chair, leaning over him with her breasts in his face.
Daddy handed her a cigar and she took a deep drag on it. The smoldering end cast light on her features. She was a brunette, with a thin face and a tiny nose and big eyes. A budget movie star.
The woman passed the cigar over to Daddy and they smoked while drinking their glasses of whiskey, spicy-scented tendr
ils wisping around them. Daddy suddenly put out the cigar and grabbed the woman, pulling her down. She slid over his body and paused over his lap. Daddy murmured something in his husky, sex-voice.
Amber trembled all over, knowing exactly where this was going. Jealousy twisted through her insides.
Daddy, no… Not in our home!
But it was the woman who acted, not Daddy. She undid his zipper and brought her mouth down to him. Amber couldn’t see much from the angle, but she knew what was happening. She knew from the way Daddy lifted his hips and leaned back, from the way he breathed swift and deep.
No, no!
Amber leaped to her feet and ran down the stairs, manufacturing some tears on the way. They came easily, a product of disappointment and betrayal. She threw herself at Daddy, crying out, “Daddy, Daddy! I had a bad dream!”
The woman jolted away from Daddy and staggered against the wall, her reaching hand slapping the light switch. She looked even cheaper in the light than Amber had thought, her features clearly sculpted by overzealous surgery work. Her boobies, also, were way too round to be real. And she had a green stripe in her hair. Green against brown. Yucky.
Daddy shoved himself back into his pants, though his erection was still visible.
Amber leaped into his lap and sobbed for a bunch of reasons and no reason at all. Her tears fell on her pink unicorn pajamas.
“Amber,” Daddy said, voice strangled.
The woman cleared her throat and looked away. “I, um, didn’t know you had a daughter.”
Daddy went tense. Amber felt truth and lies tangled up inside him. She clung to him, hoping and hoping.
Then, he wrapped his arms around her and put his head on top of hers. “I’m sorry, Lucy. I didn’t expect that she’d be any trouble.”
The woman, Lucy, said in a very tight voice, “It’s no trouble.”
Daddy stood up with Amber wrapped around him. “It’s a bit of a special circumstance.”
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