by S. L. Finlay
"So, what do you want?" I asked Daddy after a few moments. I was nervous for the answer, but I was determined that I was going to get the answer that I so wanted, so I pushed those nerves aside and looked Daddy in the eye as I asked him the all-important question.
Daddy's face was one of deep thought as he pressed his lips together and made a low 'hmm' noise.
I wanted to interrupt his thoughts and start demanding, but I knew better than to rush him. Besides, I was pretty sure this guy did want to be with me, that he was just in denial about it.
"I want to be with you - but not as your boyfriend." He told me.
"Okay." I said, trying to remain as patient as I could and to keep my voice as even as I could too, "then in what way do you want to be with me?"
Daddy's smile spread from ear to ear, "I want to be your Daddy still." He told me.
"Okay." I told him, "But what if I don't want your money anymore?"
Daddy shook his head, "then you don't have to take it, but I will still give it to you." He told me.
Shaking my head slightly as he had just shaken his, I asked him, "why do you still want to give me money if we are together?"
"This is me. I want to give money, and I want to be your Daddy. I will let you have some of the things you want, it's no problem. Just don't take these few things away from me." He told me.
"Okay." I said, I felt like I was saying that word a lot, and knew I must be saying it in part to make myself feel better. "Well, I want you to tell people around us that you are my boyfriend - even if you are not my boyfriend and are my Daddy, it's too hard to explain to outsiders - and I want you to behave like a partner. So, no other girls. I want to know what you want in your long-term, too." I told him, as I had been thinking about these things for a while.
Daddy nodded, "anything else?" He asked.
"No, I think that's me." I told him.
Daddy's warm and happy chuckle was wonderful. I shared a laugh with him before we kissed. That kiss, that make-up kiss was wonderful. Almost as wonderful as what happened next.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Daddy had us driven back to his home. All the way back we held hands and talked excitedly. We were back together, things were working again. We would make one another happy, I hoped for years to come.
To an outsider, I thought, this relationship might look a little odd, going from benefactor and daddy dom to having a whole drama that meant we ended as the same, but that wasn't what it felt like from the inside. Being with someone who just acknowledged me, and who had made a commitment to being with me made a world of difference. Of course it wasn't as silly as it looked, we just needed to have that conversation, and obviously Daddy needed an opportunity to be alone and to really think about what was important.
Daddy had kept sending me money every week, because he wanted me to be provided for. Daddy knew it was important to look after me, as I wasn't working. However, when I pointed out to Daddy that I was fine, as I had saved some of his money, he seemed a little unhappy about that. He liked the role of looking after me, I had to keep reminding myself. This man thought it was important to look after his baby girl, but he also genuinely enjoyed the role, too.
When we arrived at his home, Daddy's driver rushed ahead to the apartment as we wandered slowly from the car in the basement car park, talking all the while. We were totally wrapped up in one another, it was as if that time apart had never happened.
Arriving in the apartment, we found two champaign glasses sitting on the kitchen table with a bottle of champaign on ice and the driver - and any other servants my Daddy had - completely out of sight.
Daddy and I smiled at one another, clinked our glasses and declared the toast was - "to us!" - before taking a sip and sharing another kiss.
Of course, you can't stop at just one kiss when your partner is as gorgeous as mine. That one kiss turned into two, and three, and before we knew it we were kissing one another for what felt like a very long time, our hands running over one another's bodies. I could feel the hardness of his chest under his suit. I had to take it off, I couldn't stand the material between us and I needed to be closer to Daddy. I needed to feel his skin on my own so badly it ached.
Stripping off one another's clothes one garment at a time seemed to be something that happened faster than it ever had before. I wanted to be close, and I wasn't the only one.
Daddy peeled my overalls off, revealing a cute lingerie set I had worn for him. A set that elicited a low growl in his throat, and that made him want to be closer to me, that made him want to kiss my body.
I only knew it made him want to do these things, because he took no time and made no hesitation before doing them. He was kissing me, he was touching my body. Daddy was close to me. So, so close to me. It felt wonderful, every single lingering moment.
Daddy and I had never had sex before, although we had shared other types of intimacy like kissing and holding hands. For that reason, what we were doing had that added effect on my nerves. I felt like I was really surrendering myself to him. My body, my mind, my soul.
Yes, even my soul. The connection Daddy and I had was so intense for me that this time we were spending together, that his making love to me like this, felt so wonderful and fulfilling. It felt great to be there in Daddy's arms, to be kissing him, to be touching his strong body.
We were on the bed, Daddy poised over my body when he kissed me and bought me into him. Daddy held me as he entered my body for the first time and we both let out that sweet sigh lovers do when he enters her body for the first time.
It felt like Daddy being close to me like this now was that thing I had needed all along, and that thing he needed, too.
Being close like this was the sweetest feeling. It took a while for my body to allow for Daddy's girth, but he was patient with me as He slid his cock into and out of my body. As time passed and I got used to him though, Daddy used more rhythm to accelerate.
The more he moved, the louder my sighs and moans got.
Daddy positioned himself so he could gaze into my eyes and we shared a sincere smile. He loved me too, I could see that, but as he grew closer to his orgasm - I could tell from the change in his breathing - he slowed for a moment to kiss me and tell me, "I love you, baby girl."
His words made my heart swoon, even as I had known he had loved me all along, just as I loved him. It wasn't just my heart that was responding to Daddy in that moment though.
I had been excited as Daddy thrusted, and by the thought of his pending orgasm. I was turned on by the thought of what it would be like to be filled with Daddy's cum. I was so turned on that I let out a loud moan of my own as he said those words, after Daddy told me he loved me I started cumming on Daddy's stiff cock.
Daddy's cock felt rigid inside me as the walls of my pussy clenched around it and I let out moan after loud moan, every breath deep and hard, then, moments later, when Daddy joined me with his own orgasm and I felt him shoot his ropes of cum inside my body, my moans were joined by his as we both writhed together, our bodies inter-twined and glistening with sweat from our love making.
Daddy didn't pull out of my body for a long time, he merely leaned over me and gazed into my eyes. He laughed happily and I returned his laughter, feeling delirious with happiness, I kissed his lips and told him that I loved him so, so much.
Daddy kissed my lips and told me again that he loved me very much, so much so that there were no words to describe how this Daddy felt about his baby girl princess.
Our shared smile was wonderful, then Daddy sunk into my body and pulled me to him. We were together now, my Daddy and I. That's all I needed, and all I could ever want.
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