Daddy moved his hands underneath her butt, lifting her a little as he continued to bury himself inside her. She held onto his back and lifted up her butt for him, following his lead.
“My good girl,” he rasped. He rocked his hips, moving in and out of her, causing flashes of fire to shoot through her in a steady rhythm. “Take me in your pussy. Let me fuck you with my cock. I’ve waited too long to fuck you.”
“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck my pussy!” Copying him. Copying the one she loved, who she loved to learn from.
Daddy made a sudden growling sound and started thrusting harder inside her, making her body shift on the bed. “You’re mine, teacup!”
“Yes!”
“Mine!” He thrust even harder, starting to hit against the back of her kitty.
Amber cried out in mingled pleasure and surprise. She held onto him and thrust back at him, matching him, meeting him, making him pound even harder into her.
Daddy suddenly put his hand on her neck, his eyes glazed with lust. He applied pressure, making it harder for her to breathe. Still he kept ramming into her. Her heart started to pound, blood racing faster through her veins, increasing sensitivity all over her body. She screamed with what little air she had left.
Daddy uncovered her neck, let her breathe, then began again. Her heart beat so fast she thought it might fly right out of her chest. She closed her eyes, tossed her head back. Her braid unraveled and she felt her silky hair spill out all over the place, strands unfurling and unwinding. Her inner muscles clenched and spasmed. She was losing control, on the verge of making cummies.
Daddy bent over her and kissed her while holding her neck, pounding into her so hard the bed rocked and creaked underneath them.
A fuzzy grayness washed over Amber’s vision. In the depths of the gray were colors like the rainbow, fizzling in front of her eyes. The lack of air was taking her to yet another place she had never known and it was so beautiful and felt so good. Coupled with the friction of Daddy’s hardness gliding so swiftly in and out of her, it was more than her body could handle. A great spasm rocked through her, causing all her muscles to clench. She gripped Daddy with her kitty, and still he thrust into her, his pace unbroken. The extra resistance sent her even deeper into her cummies, and her world went briefly dark. Sensations were shattered, dreamlike things. The scent in the air, musky. Her heart racing. Daddy’s body on top of her, breath on her skin. The sweetness of apple on her tongue.
And, finally, the hot jet of Daddy’s essence flowing into her.
Daddy sagged off to the side of her, withdrawing from her kitty. He groaned and buried his face in her neck, dancing light little kisses over the place where he’d held her. “Amber. Fuck. You’re such a good girl for Daddy.”
Amber opened her eyes and peeked over at him, smiling shyly. Her pussy felt strangely tired. She could feel that something had been in her and, though odd, it was a good feeling. It meant she had been claimed, finally. “I was?”
“The best.”
Amber stroked her hand over his sweat-slicked chest. She nibbled her sensitive lower lip, pondering what else she could do to be an even better girl. What would Daddy like her to do?
An idea came to her, such a good idea she couldn’t wait to try it out. She rolled over back onto her back and spread her legs.
Daddy propped himself up on his elbow, watching her. “What is my teacup doing?”
Amber, cheekily, didn’t answer. She could see Daddy’s cummies dripping out of her pussy, along with her own, all mixed up together with her wetness. It reminded her of melting ice cream. She made sure Daddy was watching her, then ran her hand down her body to her kitty.
For once, Daddy didn’t scold her for touching herself.
Amber dipped her fingers between her legs. She was surprised at how wet she was, how many cummies there were inside her. She pulled her wet fingers out and brought them to her mouth.
The taste was salty, faintly sweet. The texture, creamy. Amber sucked her fingers to get it all off, then went back in for more.
Daddy stroked her shoulder and hair while she licked and sucked, his breath shuddering in his throat. He seemed incapable of looking away, captivated by her.
Amber brought her fingers out for the final time and ran them over Daddy’s lips, wetting them. Then, she kissed him, and slid her tongue into his mouth.
As the sun set on that day, the gentle rays found them standing on the balcony. Amber wore her dress again, while Daddy had only a robe, the front tied shut. She cuddled up under his arm, her cheek resting on him. A single boat, silhouetted now, drifted past the villa, its sail flapping in the breeze.
“Daddy?” she breathed.
He leaned his head over and rested it on hers. “Yes.”
She pushed her hair out of her face and blinked up at him. The light of sunset tinted the strands of his hair with auburn and crimson. “Are you sad about what happened?” She didn’t want to say aloud what she referred to, the loss of his job and the blow dealt to his reputation.
Daddy pursed his lips, thinking, then shook his head. “No. It hardly even feels real now, that whole fiasco, even though it was only a few weeks ago. I’m actually relieved. I was successful, content, but not happy, not until you came into my life. This way, I am free to be myself and to enjoy what I have. What about you? You’ve had your own share of difficulties, poor teacup.”
Failing college, her own reputation, and her mother’s disapproval, which was so extreme she hadn’t been in contact with Amber since.
Amber said, “I don’t even know why I was in college anyway, except that it’s what I was supposed to do.” She frowned, thinking about the other aspects of the question. Her heart gave a sad little ache. “I don’t need a hiking buddy anymore. I can go anywhere with you. And for Mom… I think she acted like she did because she loves me. I understand that. I hope someday we can talk again and try to work things out.”
Daddy tipped her chin up and kissed her, his lips gentle on hers. “You’re very resilient. I think it’s amazing how quickly we have both moved on from such terrible times.”
Amber touched his cheek. “There are no terrible times, not as long as I’m with you. As long as we have each other, nothing else matters.”
They kissed again, wordlessly reaffirming their love to one another.
Life was finally blissful.
Author's Note
My Beautiful Sexy Reader,
* * *
You’re such a naughty girl for reading this, which is why I love you.
* * *
This book, the 3rd in my Innocence Corrupted series, revisits a theme I toyed with in the first book, Trixie Provoked.
* * *
For a portion of that book, the main character’s best friend, Cherry, had a relationship with a Daddy twice her age named Atlas.
* * *
Cherry would stay home all day and play with stuffies, she’d scribble in coloring books, wear her hair in pigtails with little bows at the ends, and speak like a three-year-old. Just like Amber, Cherry had an innocent view of the world. She trusted her Daddy and loved him all her heart.
* * *
The difference between Cherry and Amber, however, is that Amber is intelligent. Amber is wise beyond her years and is a fully-capable grownup.
* * *
Amber behaves like a little girl not because she’s stupid or lazy, but because she’s smart enough to know what she wants. Even if what she wants defies society’s norms. Because to hell with society’s norms.
* * *
I’m not the first person in the world ever to write a book about an older man a.k.a. a Daddy and a younger woman who acts like a little girl. In fact, there are hundreds of Daddy Dom/little girl (DD/lg) books out there. Problem is, they’re all pretty badly written.
* * *
The typical DD/lg book starts with an auction wherein a clueless girl stands nervously on a stage and is sold off to the highest bidder. She is purchased by a man, w
ho almost always resembles Harry Styles, and is taken to her new home: a sprawling countryside mansion.
* * *
He gives her a list of rules and dresses her in toddler clothes complete with a diaper and a pacifier. There are time outs, punishments and, usually around chapter eight, there’s bath-time where she discovers that tingly feeling between her thighs for the first time in her life.
* * *
While those books are cute, they’re completely unrealistic.
* * *
This book was my attempt at demonstrating what a healthy, long-term DD/lg relationship looks like.
* * *
What do you think of it? Do you want more?
* * *
Look me up. Find me on Facebook. Email me. Share your thoughts and feelings and fantasies with me.
* * *
Love,
Viktor
Excerpt from the book Cindy Violated
by Viktor Redreich
I lay there on my bed, staring at the ceiling. There was something distracting me, and I was doing my best to ignore it. But I wasn’t sure how much longer I could manage to keep it down before it came busting out of me.
Ever since that night at the bar with Donna, it felt like a damn had burst and everything that I had been trying to keep in all this time was flooding out. I couldn’t stop it. I had made out with that guy, and when I had woken up the next day...nothing had happened. The world hadn’t caved in. My life wasn’t over. Nobody was beating down my door to tell me what a slut I was. The only thing I had to show for that night was the slightly fuzzy head from a couple of beers, and the feeling that I should have done more while I’d still had the chance.
Donna was out of town for the day, visiting a friend a few hours away by car. She had offered to bring me along, but I had still been too exhausted from the night before to lift my head from the pillow and had turned her down. She had shrugged and been on her way, and now it was just Thom and I, alone in this house once more. Only the two of us. Not that I was giving that any thought, of course.
I think the reason that I had gone for the older man the day before was because he reminded me a little of Thom – he had that distinguished air, that cool, collected nature that spoke to his confidence and his certainty. When I had been making out with him, I could almost convince myself that it had been Thom there, instead. And that was pretty exciting.
There had always been something about Thom, that was for sure. Something in the way he moved around this house, like he knew he was the most important person here. He and Donna had lived here by themselves for years, after the divorce went through and her mother dropped out of the picture, and he had had to take care of everything himself. He worked, he cleaned, he cooked, and this was his domain. All of it. Which meant that, in theory, I was his domain, too.
And maybe, just maybe, there was more than a little hint of the urge to get back at Donna for what she had done with Andrew. I had tried not to let it bother me that much, but how could it not? This was the man who had been part of my life for nearly seven years, and he had slept with someone other than my mother. In the room next to mine, no less! And with a girl who was my age! It was just wrong on so many levels. And if Donna thought I was going to let her get away with doing something so devious, she had another thing coming.
Besides, the feel of that man getting hard against my hip had flicked a switch inside of me. I hadn’t wanted to do it right there, right then, with him, but it had confirmed to me that I needed to feel a man take me like that if I was ever going to shake all this from my head. And why would I bother heading out to a bar again, when a man I wanted to do that with was right there in the house?
And that was all I could think about as I stared at the ceiling, my head buzzing, my heart pounding in my chest. Thom was just across the hall, doing some work on his computer in his office. I could still remember the way he had looked at me when he had seen me in that dress. He wanted me then. The question was, did he still want me now?
I peeled myself off the covers and took a deep breath. I mustered some of the energy that had made me feel so very powerful the night before, and went to the mirror propped up next to the door. I fluffed out my hair, and rolled up the hem of my skirt to show off a little more of my leg. What was it that Donna had said? Men liked it when you played at innocent. Well, I was going to see if that particular tactic was going to have any effect on her dear father…
I had carefully cleaned my face of the make-up that Donna had helped me apply the night before, but I still felt as though I was carrying some of that energy into today. The girl that had made out with that man was still there inside me, and I just had to figure out if I required a couple of beers to coax her out, or if I had found a way to do it on command.
I slowly made my way over to his office, my heart pounding fast. What if I just made a fool of myself? Maybe he would laugh in my face or think I was joking or kick me out of the house for daring to so much as suggest such a thing. Would my mother be mad or happy about that? Knowing that I had given up my uptight ways, and replaced them with something far sluttier? I hoped I wouldn’t have to find out.
I hesitated for a moment, and then knocked on the door. No point in holding back, right? I just had to go in there and try and see what happened. I could always just say that he had been misreading the signals or something, if it went wrong. Mustering up my courage, I knocked on the door, and a moment later, I heard him moving around inside. Alright, it was now or never – and I sincerely hoped it was now.
He opened the door, and smiled when he saw me. He was wearing a pair of glasses, but he took them off and rubbed his eyes as he spoke.
*
"Cindy, is everything okay?”
"Everything’s fine," I replied. "I just thought you could use a little break from work, that’s all?”
"Oh?”
"Because I’m bored," I admitted, and he grinned at me and stepped aside.
"I wouldn’t be a good host if I didn’t take care of your needs," he replied, and he pushed the door shut behind me. I wondered for a moment if he knew about his daughter and his best friend. Did he care?
"So, how did you enjoy going out with Donna last night?" He asked, and I shrugged.
"It was pretty fun," I replied. "I’ve never really done anything like that before. Fun to try new things, I suppose."
"Yes, Andrew mentioned that you...uh, that you didn’t go out partying a lot when you were back home," he replied delicately. It was clear that he was avoiding sharing whatever the actual less-than-flattering terms my stepfather had used for me were. I was going to prove them so wrong as soon as I got the chance, they were just going to have to wait and see. Not that I was hoping they were going to find out about what I had in mind for right here and right now – no, I could just imagine them shipping me right back off home if they discovered that. An over-correction, was that what they called it? Either way, I had a lot of lost time to catch up on, and I had no intention of letting any more of it slip away.
"Oh, he doesn’t know everything about me," I murmured, and I leaned up on his desk right next to him, so close that our legs were touching. He glanced down to the spot where our knees had connected, and I flashed him a smile.
"I mean, a girl’s got to have her secrets, right?" I remarked with a slight giggle. He dragged his eyes away from me for a moment, like even looking me right in the face was more than he could take.
"You want to know one of mine?” I asked, lowering my voice, as though what I was about to tell him was for his ears and his ears only. He looked up at me, and I could see the glimmer of curiosity in his eyes, even if he didn’t want to admit it out loud. I dipped my head down to his ear, so close to him I could almost taste the desire in the air between us.
"I’m a virgin, Thom," I told him. I couldn’t believe I was saying those words out loud; up until recently, I would have made sure that nobody knew about that, sure that every was judging me for being so far behind when it c
ame to development and adulthood and everything else. But Donna had told me that innocence turned men on – and what could be more innocent than that?
"Why are you telling me this?” He asked, his voice low. He turned his head so that his mouth was just an inch from mine. I could see the tension in his jaw, and it filled me with sureness; I could do this. No, more than that, I could make him do this. I could convince him that he had been the one to want me all along.
"Because I don’t want to be one anymore, Thom," I continued, eyes fixed on his. "And I want to give it to someone who I know can make it...special for me."
I slid down into his lap, winding my arms around his neck. It was still something of a shock that this all came so easily to me. Had this just been waiting to come out all this time? No wonder I was such a mess before this – what gargantuan effort had I been putting in to make sure that this side of me didn’t catch a breath of air?
His eyes slid all the way up my body again, and I heard him take a long, shaky breath. I could feel him stirring beneath me. He wanted this. He wanted me. I had seen it in his eyes the night before when he had seen me in that dress, that something had shifted about the way he looked at me.
"Cindy," he murmured. "I don’t know..."
I pulled my skirt up another inch or so, and he let his hand come to rest on my bare thigh.
"How about now?” I offered. And with that, finally, he gave in.
When he kissed me, he kissed me hard, his fingers sinking into my thigh roughly to keep me in place as he pushed his tongue deep into my mouth. His other hand was in my hair, tugging at it, pulling my head to the side so he could run his mouth over my neck. I gasped at the feel of his teeth on my skin. I had no idea that he could be this rough. I wondered how long it had been for him since he had fucked anyone – and for a moment was amused by the fact that both of us would be breaking our sex-fasts here today.
Amber Stigmatized Page 21