by Abby Kace
“No! Make me.”
He scoops me into his arms like I weigh nothing, and he carries me upstairs while my fists pummel his shoulders. Daddy doesn’t flinch. He sits on my bed, draping me over his lap before a slap whips across my ass.
Then another.
I cry out and my pussy pulses. A flurry of smacks jiggles my cheeks and heats my skin. When I start moaning, Daddy flips me around like a rag doll, one arm cradling my shoulder. The last hit lands directly on my pussy.
A yelp leaves my mouth.
Tossing me onto the bed, Daddy bends over to clutch my wrists. His mouth hovers an inch from mine.
“Will you behave?”
“No!”
He kisses me hard, and I open my mouth to him. Daddy sucks my tongue between his lips while I twist and struggle. I want more, but I hate him for ignoring me so long, for only giving in after I used his stupid credit card.
“Will you behave?” he repeats.
“Let go of me!”
He loosens his grip. I slump back, sniffling, and Daddy leaves without another word.
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THE NEXT MORNING he’s left for work by the time I go downstairs. I should be in school, but it’s already eight-fifteen. My mind is numb and my bottom feels tender from the spanking. The pile of lingerie I dumped on the table yesterday is gone. The shorts I dropped on the kitchen floor are folded neatly on the counter. Daddy left a plate of bacon and eggs in the oven for me.
I shake my head.
The only thing I can think about is his hard cock, the feel of it between my thighs. I eat the food he left without tasting anything. I slip a hand under my panties and rub my tender clit, but it doesn’t relieve my need.
I go to his room.
My lingerie sits in a bag beside the door, but the thong I wore yesterday is on Daddy’s bed. Picking it up, I can smell something musky and male in the damp fabric, and then I realize Daddy must’ve cum in them last night.
I picture him in bed stroking himself while I slept in my room down the hall. He must’ve had my panties wrapped around his cock, tainting them with his lust.
My body shakes all over.
“Perv,” I say under my breath before I pull off my yoga tights to slip on the thong. My juices warm the cold seed soaking the thin fabric.
I lie down in Daddy’s bed and breathe in his scent from the pillows. It’s faint, fragrant with Daddy’s cologne, but it’s him. Sniffing deeper, I rub my clit until climax slams through me from head to toe.
“Daddy.”
The panties are drenched, and I take them off to leave them on his bed.
HE COMES HOME AT SIX. The first thing he sees when he opens the door is me, wearing only a white tank and pink panties. Daddy’s eyes sweep over my body as he walks past in silence.
I follow him upstairs to his bedroom, where he sees the crumpled thong on his pillow.
“Are you gonna return that, Daddy?”
Those smoldering eyes fix on me. “Why are you doing this, Heather?”
“Doing what?”
“Teasing me. Look at you! Put some clothes on.”
I step back.
He steps closer with a bulge rising in his pants. I don’t move, and he doesn’t mention the fact he masturbated with my thong.
Daddy slams the door shut even though we’re the only ones in the house. “Get on the bed,” he commands. “You’ve been a bad girl.”
I obey, blushing and angry and ready for my punishment.
He sits at my side before yanking me over his lap. One hand wraps around my neck as the other thwacks my rear, the harsh slaps rippling my ass cheeks.
Daddy yanks up the back of my panties, wedging them between my buttocks to expose my rear. His palm falls on each cheek, then both, and the room fills with the claps of skin on skin.
“Had enough?”
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but my body hums for more. I look up and stick my tongue out at him.
Daddy flings me onto the bed. He rips off his tie, unbuttons his shirt, yanks out his belt and throws it at the wall.
His pants puddle at his feet.
Daddy stands there, lean and muscled, tense and glaring. His hard cock leaks clear cum when it rises to full length.
My breath catches. I rise on elbows, spreading my legs.
Daddy pulls off my panties and lifts my top. He grabs my breasts, squeezing roughly as his tongue drags up my neck.
“Naughty little girl,” he growls.
I slide my hand down his abs until I feel his thick desire, and I stroke up the length to squeeze his tip.
“Daddy,” I whisper.
“You’re mine, Princess. Mine.”
He pins my hands overhead and lines up his cock, and I don’t dare look down. Daddy thrusts into my clenched pussy, breaking my virginity.
I scream.
My hands struggle, but he holds them down firmly. I twist into the sheets, moaning and gasping until every inch of Daddy’s huge cock is buried in my pussy.
I toss my head back.
Daddy ruts against my body, taking complete control as he drives into me harder and faster.
The mattress starts to creak.
He lets go of my wrists and hooks his arms under mine, pounding my pussy like a man possessed. Pleasure streaks my spine and I arch up to meet his thrusts.
“I’ll never let you go.” Daddy bites my neck. “Never.”
He slides out, and the sudden emptiness shocks me as much as his first thrust. Daddy flips me on my stomach, grabbing my hair in a ponytail, and he plunges into my pussy from behind. My face is in the sheets, my legs pinned apart by his heaving body.
“Daddy!”
He slaps my ass. “What a tight little pussy,” he growls.
I can’t see him, but I feel every inch and every impact. I’m drenched in sweat.
Daddy angles down. With every thrust, his shaft drags over my spot.
I cum in waves, my walls gripping him tightly and sucking him in.
Daddy lets out an anguished groan as his cock pulsates, joining his climax to mine, spewing cum deep in my pussy. After the last tremor, he pulls out and turns me back over.
“Are you okay?” he asks in a softer voice.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He rolls off my small body and lies next to me, his chest rising and falling. The silence hurts more than anything else.
I sit up to hug my knees. “Do you still think about Mom?”
“No.” He runs a hand up my back.
“You’re lying.” Mom lives in New York with her third husband, who’s twenty-four, just like Daddy was when they married.
Just like my real father before that. It’s funny, I hardly remember that man. It doesn’t matter. I don’t want to remember.
I have Daddy.
“I’m not lying,” he says, stroking my hair.
“Do you see me in her?”
“No, baby. You’re my girl.”
“You mean it?”
“Lie back.”
I rest my head on the pillows.
Daddy pushes my legs apart, circling his tongue over my clit. I savor this gentle touch that soothes the punishing sex he gave me minutes earlier, but I can’t deny how hard I came.
When Daddy starts sucking on my clit, my fingers tense in his hair and I cum again, holding his mouth on my pussy.
“Daddy!”
“I love you, baby.”
We don’t leave the bed. Daddy spoons me from behind while we drift off to sleep.
Sometime during the night, thunder wakes me. Rain lashes the tall windows in sheets and lightning flashes behind black clouds. I clutch Daddy’s arm just like when I was younger.
“It’s only a storm,” he says, kissing my hair. “Go back to sleep.”
“I can’t …”
Daddy leaves the bed to pull the curtains shut, and he turns on the nightlight I haven’t used in ages, filling the room with a warm glow that cuts his abs with sexy shadows.
Oh my.
“Better, little girl?”
“Yes Daddy,” I say shyly.
He gets back in bed, snuggling behind me, and it’s not long before I feel his erection between my cheeks.
“Daddy you’re hard again!”
“How can I not be with this plump little ass rubbing all over my dick.” He nips my ear, slaps my butt. A hand sneaks below to tease my clit. “And you’re dripping, baby. Dirty girl. Just lost your cherry and already wet for more.”
I wiggle in his embrace, squeezing his cock between my cheeks. “You’re the one who’s dirty, Daddy. Putting your thing where you shouldn’t. “
“Where I shouldn’t?” He slaps my butt again. “Who owns this?”
“You do,” I yelp.
“That’s right. Daddy can touch you anywhere he wants.”
Heat rushes over my skin at his words, at the demanding edge in his voice. The feel of his muscles wrapped around my body.
“Give me your cock, Daddy.”
His erection jerks between my thighs. I roll my hips back and reach down, but Daddy holds my arm behind my back.
“What are you doing?” I clutch the sheets with my free hand.
“You want my cock? You’ll take it my way. Don’t move, I’m going to bottom out first.”
“Y-Yes, Daddy.”
His cock slides up, pushing into my slick entrance, and his hand reaches around to find my clit.
I gasp.
“Good girl.” Still holding my arm, he starts pumping.
“Cum inside me,” I whimper.
“You want my seed, Heather? Is that it? You want Daddy to knock you up?”
His voice is hard and dominant, a tone I’ve never heard before. A side to him I’ve never seen before, not even when he took my virginity.
I love it. “Yes,” I moan.
“I’ll give you a baby, little girl. You’ll be my fuck pet forever, and I’ll breed you. I’ll fuck your holes every day.” He bites my earlobe. “And if you misbehave I’ll whip these titties until you beg me to stop. Fucking your cunt isn’t enough. You love it to too much, my little slut.”
The hand on my clit leaves, only to wrap around my throat.
Deep, forceful plunges split my channel to the roof.
“I own this cunt, don’t I? Answer me.”
“Yes!”
“What do you want?” Daddy growls.
It takes me a second to find my voice. “Love me, Daddy.”
My voice sounds softer than a breath.
He pulls out with a jerk and the next thing I know he’s flipped me on my back. Wedging between my legs, Daddy gives me a sucking kiss that steals my breath away.
He lines up at my drenched slit, eyes shimmering from the nightlight. “I’ve always loved you.”
One thrust plunges his cock to the balls, and my legs swing into the air.
He pounds my sopping pussy, hips slamming my thighs, and Daddy’s kisses sharpen into bites that tug on my lower lip.
I shriek, cumming so hard my vision goes white.
Daddy rolls under me with his erection still tucked in my pussy. The sensation of him so soon after my orgasm makes me thrash, but he keeps my body straddled on his big cock.
I clench him, cumming again, my walls rippling so hard it feels like cramps, the hot licks of orgasm whipping through my belly.
“That’s it little girl,” Daddy growls, and his eyes roll back, the muscles of his stomach crunching together before his thickness jerks in my channel.
Burning cum sprays against the opening of my womb, and I almost pass out from the sensation. Cream overflows around his shaft as I sag forward.
When his cock slips out, Daddy’s fingers latch on to my clit. Pulls. Pinches. My eyes shoot wide and a hot squirt shoots out of my pussy to drench his balls.
I slump against his chest. “Please,” I gasp. “Too much.”
Three orgasms within minutes. I’m spent.
“Now will you sleep?” Daddy asks.
“Yes,” I whisper.
WAKING UP THE NEXT MORNING, I see Daddy leave the bathroom freshly showered. He towels his hair. That huge cock hangs soft between his legs, for once, and it actually swings when he walks. The muscles in his hips complete a view that makes me flush all over.
Oh my god.
What is wrong with me? He made me cum so hard yesterday, but I’m already buzzing for more.
Nope. Not me—it’s my stupid body that’s all. Yep. I’m totally not turned on just by the sight of him.
“Morning,” I whisper.
Silence.
Daddy’s footsteps pad across the room before his fingertips skim up my chin. He bends down to give me a heavy kiss.
“Morning, beautiful. Shouldn’t you get ready for class?”
“Not today, I don’t feel like it.”
“Don’t feel like it? Little girl, if I stayed home whenever I don’t feel like it …”
“You didn’t lose your virginity yesterday!” I’m so tender down there. If anything, Daddy should go down on me instead of giving lectures.
Jerk.
Daddy smirks, leaving me sitting in a hot daze, and enters his closet. He comes out dressed so sharply it hurts my eyes. My daddy has always been fashionable.
“Well Princess, you can’t stay in bed all day.”
“Maybe you can take a sick day?” My voice is tiny.
He glares at my wet slit and closes his eyes for a moment. “I’ll be home early,” Daddy says. “You will wait for me. You are not to put any clothes on. Understand?”
Flutters hit my stomach. “Yes, Daddy.”
He leans down and dips two fingers into my pussy. Massaging my walls, soothing my soreness. He teases out new desire with his thumb on my clit.
Daddy takes his hand away. “That should keep you until I get back.”
“But,” I start to whine.
“You are not to touch yourself, Heather. You will wait for Daddy’s cock. Do I make myself clear?”
“How would you even know—”
A finger on my lip silences me. “Daddy always knows how naughty his little girl has been. If she touches her pussy when he’s gone, she will be punished.”
“Fine,” I huff.
He gives me a lingering kiss before leaving.
I take a shower and let the water splatter my folds and clit until I cum. Daddy didn’t say I can’t cum.
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I WAIT BY THE DOOR wearing nothing. It’s nearly four, and he should be back soon.
My hair’s pulled back in a ponytail, my skin buzzing. I wore nothing the whole day, not even socks, studying in my room for a test next week while the memories of last night flashed in my head. Daddy’s hard abs and thick cock. I had to put a towel under me.
So not fair!
He could’ve taken a sick day or something. Daddy never gets sick for real, so I know he has plenty of those saved up every year. But noooo, he had to go to work.
Finally the front door opens.
He walks in and sets down his briefcase, holding a shopping bag. Daddy kisses me on the mouth and nods with approval.
“Were you a good girl today?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Kneeling, he sniffs my wet pussy. “Did you touch yourself?”
“No, Daddy.”
He rewards me with a clit kiss. “Good girl.”
“What’s in the bag?” I say, blushing like crazy.
“Presents for my little girl.”
Daddy pulls out a silver necklace from the bag—except it looks too thick to be a necklace. Then he holds it up, showing me the letters inscribed along one side that spell out Daddy’s Little Princess.
It’s not a necklace at all. It’s a collar.
My blush burns hotter before Daddy clasps it around my neck. The cool metal feels so smooth on my skin and fits me perfectly.
“You’ll wear this at home,” Daddy says. “Never remove it without permission.”
“Yes,
Daddy.”
“Do you understand what it means?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
Reaching into the bag again, he takes out what I’m pretty sure is a butt plug. I wasn’t born yesterday, but it still startles me to see him holding that thing. The rounded tip thickens at the middle before tapering to a flange.
“Bend over,” Daddy commands with a strained look on his face, the front of his pants tenting already. He pinches my nipple between two fingers. “You’ll take my cock in your ass tonight. This will prepare you.”
My heart stutters as I reach for my ankles.
Daddy walks behind me, slaps my bottom on each cheek, and teases the plug around my tight ring. The floaty sensation in my chest spirals, and I wobble forward as sticky warmth trickles from my pussy. Then something hard that must be the plug rubs over my slick folds.
“They asked me at the store if I required lubricant,” he says softly. “But I knew my little girl has a greedy pussy. I knew her sweetness would be all I needed.”
The heat burning my face kicks higher. I don’t know how to answer that.
“Such a good girl. Your cunt looks like a sliced peach, Heather. It’s my privilege to own this little hole.”
“T-Thank you, Daddy.” The blood rushing to my head makes me blush even worse.
“And your asshole is just as pink. I will be training both your holes from now on.”
With one hand on my hips, Daddy pushes the plug through my ring, stretching my virgin passage until the flanged base touches my rim.
I gasp.
“Stand up.”
I obey. The pressure of the big plug on my walls makes me wince, but there’s also pleasure from the feeling of fullness.
Daddy takes me to the kitchen and makes me stand by the cabinets while he prepares dinner.
I wait in obedient silence, my desire growing with each passing minute.
Every time Daddy walks by, he’d pat my pussy or pinch my breasts, his touch leaving tingles that would linger for seconds.
After he rinses some spinach, Daddy pauses as if he’s remembering a recipe, only to step closer and shove his finger into my slick entrance.
I let out a startled gasp.
He rolls around inside me, the pad of his thumb skating back and forth over my clit, and he’s still thinking. Then Daddy pulls out the finger and sucks it dry.