Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  I wasn't sure of what to make of it. The fact was I didn't know what I wanted to make of my life either. I was an eighteen-year-old with an uncertain future. I didn't know what I wanted, I didn't know where I was going. He was offering me something very clear, and in a haze of uncertainty, that sounded like paradise.

  "Yes," I said.

  "Yes, what?" He grinned.

  "Yes...Daddy."

  "Good girl. Why don't you get ready for bed then?"

  "Oh?" I raised an eyebrow.

  He broke away from me, and walked over to a box left on a nearby sofa. The entire room really was full of the best things money could buy, the carpet super soft even through the heels he had ordered me to wear. He opened the box, and produced a nighty. It was even shorter cut than the dress he had given me, and looked so opaque I could see him through it. "This will look beautiful on my little girl."

  "It does look very comfortable."

  "How about you put it on for me?"

  "Okay," I said.

  "You need to take off the clothes you're wearing right now, first."

  I swallowed. Of course it did. I slipped off the heels, confirming that yes, the carpet was very much super soft. Why was I suddenly bashful? I knew that this all involved something more than what he was saying. I knew it involved another first time I hadn't yet given up.

  Reaching for the bottom of the dress, I started to hike it up over my head, revealing my underwear below.

  I glanced over at Ty, and a frowned formed on his face. Oh god, what if he didn't like my body? "What - What's the matter?"

  "Daddy is going to have to buy you some new panties and bras. What you have now is unacceptable for my little girl. Take those filthy things off right now."

  I frowned, and reached around and unhooked my bra, and let it fall by the wayside. Ty was right there, picked it up, and tossed it into a nearby wastebasket.

  "Come on, let Daddy see his little girl."

  I didn't notice that I had instinctively rushed to cover myself. With great willpower, I pulled my hands away from my breasts, and put them at my side.

  "There we go," Ty said. "Beautiful. Nothing that should be covered up, especially by any garbage fabrics like that. You deserve only the best, my little girl. Get that other thing off your body. Now."

  Blushing, I started to slide my panties down my legs. They were a heap on the floor, and again, he snatched them up and threw them up in the garbage.

  He stepped back. "Absolutely beautiful, just as I suspected. You're the right one for me; the right one to be my little girl, Kitty."

  I smiled, and let him devour my body with his eyes.

  "As foolish as it is to cover up such a wonderful body, let me see you in this, my little girl."

  He handed me the nighty. I let it slip on over my body. It was as silky as it looked, it tickling my nipples as glided over my body. So soft, so nice – I could definitely get used to this.

  I showed it off to him. It was just long enough to not obviously show off what was between my legs, but not much longer than that at all.

  It didn't take long for him to grab my ass and pull me close, and following it up with another one of those delightfully deep kisses. I was lost in him. He was overwhelming, so much of a man, so much of everything. Even if it wasn't going so far past the aspect of making out as it was at this point, it was hitting all the right buttons inside me, giving me what I was yearning for, asking for, wanting so much of.

  "I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands off of my Kitty," he said, breaking the kiss.

  He took me by the hand, his grip tight and firm, one that said he was going to protect me and care for me no matter what was going to happen. Ty led me to his bed, huge and soft, and laid me down on it. His hand opened and slid down my body, using the garment to tickle me, let my nipples perk up underneath it. It felt as good as him letting his fingers caress my breasts bare, a wonderful sensation as he came between my legs. Still kissing me, he slid a finger past my clit, and into my slit.

  "Knew you'd be as innocent as you appeared to be. Daddy’s angel. You were saving it for me, weren’t you?"

  Again, I blushed. I had a feeling that my innocence wasn't long for this world.

  I shuddered as he flicked my nub and started to fuck me with his fingers as he led me along with that sweet, sweet kiss. I broke it to gasp, as he didn't stop. He kept on going, watching me shake, watching me coo under his touch. Sure, I had touched myself down there before, but a man down there doing these things... it was so much more. I could tell Ty was hardly inexperienced, and knew exactly how a woman liked these things.

  Waves of ecstasy traveled through me, and I watched as his smile only grew. Sure, there were many childlike things about what he was proposing. This here, though, told me he was completely aware I was a woman, and I had woman-like needs.

  His eyes left mine as his head drifted down my body and parted my legs further, pushing my nighty up more. He kept a steady petting of my clit as he rained kisses down my body and over my legs, and then topped what his fingers could give me by laying a kiss right on my clit, and sucking on it hard.

  Ty licked and sucked, his rough face brushing against my thighs as he did so. He massaged my thighs as he ate me, just spreading the joy of everything and anything as he continued down there. I cooed a bit louder, and arched my back a bit as he kept up his worship of me. His tongue was just as skilled as his fingers if not even more so and I was tossing and turning quickly under his control. I gripped the blankets of his soft king bed, and arched my back in response as he continued his dedication completely.

  I was loving it. Everything he was doing. He had me where he wanted. I was panting, breathing, heavy, and completely ready to explode in utter bliss.

  Then, rudely, he stopped.

  He evily grinned as he rose up, staring over my body.

  "No, not yet. You don't get to cum until I do. Kitty, my little girl, we're going to seal our deal simply. If you want me to be your Daddy, and you want to be my little girl, you will give me your virginity."

  He stood tall. Long ago he had done away with his jacket, and all that remained was that collared shirt that contoured his muscular body so well.

  "So, my Kitty, do you want to give Daddy your virginity tonight?"

  There was a brief pause. I always thought it'd be with someone I loved. A boyfriend, one I'd been with for months. Not someone who I met the same day, not to someone who I was now calling Daddy, and not someone anywhere near under these circumstances. This wasn't a typical circumstance by any measure, but Ty Warren wasn't a typical man.

  "Yes, Daddy. Please, show your little girl what it's like."

  That smirk. It only grew wider.

  He began unbuttoning his shirt one by one, revealing the bare chest that was hidden underneath. He tossed it to the side, and then quickly shifted to undoing his pants, and letting them, as well as the boxer briefs that were hidden underneath, be pushed to the floor.

  It was then I saw his masculinity. Strong and mighty, and I was suddenly having second thoughts about the logistics of our encounter.

  Ty was there though. Back on top of me. Kissing me.

  I knew that it would be all right. The way he interacted me, the way he caressed me, the way he touched me, I knew his words were nothing but true. He wouldn't do anything that would hurt me. He wanted to bring me joy, not agony. Love was in his movements. It was a different kind of love than I expected, but it was love nonetheless.

  He brought the head of his cock to the lips of my pussy, and teased them slightly. He slowly but surely began to push in. I was so aroused, and so much in need of stimulation at that point that I could tell I was gushing for him, aching for him, needing him, and ready for him.

  I was so ready for him that there was barely any pain as Ty slid into me, even though I’d always heard it hurt. But I guess I was just so wet, and all those years of anxiety were gone just like that... all because of Daddy's magic.

  Instead,
I felt a massive rush of bliss. God, it was so strong, so intense having him inside of me, making me feel foolish for having the slightest bit of doubt about him.

  He held me tight as he began to fuck me, his embrace so overwhelming. He started slowly, letting me get used to him even more. "You're perfect for me little girl. A perfect, tight fit. You're happy to be Daddy's little slut aren't you?"

  "Yes, Daddy," I muttered between gasps as he fucked me harder. Quicker. Faster. Every penetration bringing another level of sweet ecstasy to me. I called out for him. Louder. My voice wasn't muffled and I was quivering around him, crying out, enjoying Daddy for everything he was going to do to me.

  My fingers ran down his back as I held on to him as he fucked his little girl. He was fulfilling everything I ever wanted out of my first time and then some. Things I never even knew I desired, but he’d teased my most taboo fantasies to the surface... and then fulfilled them. I never expected a man doing this to me to feel so damn good. I could barely hold on any more.

  He listened to my cries, and it seemed Ty almost knew my body better than I did. He was slowing down again. "What is it this time?" I whined, so desperate to cum on him.

  "Don't take that tone with me. You ask nicely."

  I knew exactly what he meant. "Please."

  "Please what?"

  "Please, make me cum," I said.

  "Hmm? What does my little Kitty want?"

  "Please make me cum, Daddy," I finally spat out.

  "As my little girl wishes."

  He reached between my legs and flicked my clit, and combined it with a sudden, rough, and utterly determined pace. I was screaming for him, and that's exactly what he wanted me to do. To be screaming his name, to be screaming Daddy.

  So much intensity hit me and washed over my body at that point, I was lost to bliss. So much, so fast, and it was all because of him.

  He kept on fucking me, making sure I felt every bit of intensity for as long as I possibly could.

  I could barely feel anything but the ecstatic ache as he finally pulled out of my pussy, his own cock aching and ready to blow.

  Blow he did. Cum erupted out of him, lashing up and over over my body and splashing onto my chest and my face. I squinted some, but I was enjoying my own orgasm too much to truly care.

  I was panting, exhausted by what he had done. I was ready to pass out, not caring about the mess that was on my body and my flesh.

  Ty was there though. He moved quickly. "I'm sorry I made such a mess, little girl. Daddies do that sometimes when they don't want their little girls to swell up just yet."

  Swell up just yet? What did he mean by that?

  "Here, let's get you all cleaned up." He had a warm rag on hand, and started to wipe his mess off of my chest. Off of my face. After everything I had experienced, it was absolutely sweet, a perfect cherry on top of everything else. He lifted my head up from resting, and laid a final peck on my lips. He then pulled me into his bed, and took me into his arms, cradling me.

  All I could do was look up at him and smile.

  It was unusual, yes. I liked it, though. I was his, I was Daddy's, to use, to command, to care for. I was going to get used to this very quickly.

  Thoughts of un-little girl things like Daddy fucking me hard and fast again bounced through my head as I fell asleep in his arms.

  When I came to the next morning, I was buried in the softest of sheets and blankets. I rubbed some of them against my face - this was of some exotic fabric. Probably not even silk, but something even more rare with some six digit thread count or something like that.

  The only thing that would've been nicer to wake up in would have been Ty's embrace.

  Ty, though, was already up and about. He was redressing, buttoning up his shirt. "Good morning, Kitty."

  "Morning," I said, still shaking the cobwebs out from waking up. Also, the whole wonderful experience that I had blissfully indulged in the night before. That was still shaking me up, still not able to believe that it happened.

  "I have important Daddy business to attend to this morning, unfortunately, or we'd be repeating last night right now instead of later."

  I grinned at his words.

  He pointed to a small book on the nightstand next to the bed. "You'll find the number for my driver there, as well as the number for the house chef if you desire some food."

  "Thank you," I said.

  "Thank you who?"

  "Thank you, Daddy." It was getting a whole lot easier to say as we went.

  "That's better. Today, you're going to return to your former home and collect your personal affects, anything that you don't want to leave behind. You're moving in with me now."

  I swallowed a gulp of air. "I'm moving in with you? Already? Isn't this all moving too fast?"

  "Your father is being evicted from the mansion. You need a place to stay. Besides that, I don't do things the normal way. I do things my way. Haven't you figured that out yet, little girl?"

  There was little disputing that fact. "Okay. I'll tell my father and sisters where I'm going. I'm sure they'll be rational and understanding given everything we're going through."

  Ty didn't respond, he just focused on getting his tie just right for whatever business things that he had to do.

  "You're seeing who?" My father's voice raised.

  "Ty. Ty Warren," I said, suddenly feeling a whole lot more meek.

  It had been such a good morning too. I had a fantastic breakfast made by some chef whose name was so French that I couldn't pronounce it. Ty had presented me with brand new clothes to wear home, and my ride home even included a stop by for gourmet ice cream.

  I didn't even know ice cream could be gourmet.

  The feel good morning came crumbling down as I walked into my father's home. He was wondering where I had been all night.

  I told him, and it didn’t go over well.

  "That greedy miser scumbag? No daughter of mine is going to be seen attached to someone like that." He was shouting at me. My sisters were on the floor above, looking down at the two of us in the foyer.

  "Father, he wants to take care of me."

  "He wants to rub all of this in my face is what he wants to do. He's trash, Karen. He's why we're in the situation we're in. I forbid you to see that man again."

  "Father, I'm an adult, I can make my own decisions."

  "If you have any respect for me as a parent, Karen, you'll listen to me anyway. I won't let him lord you over me."

  "I'm not a possession for people to lord over others," I said. I mean, unless I want to be. It's a free country.

  "Karen, please. Don't torture your father like this."

  He was standing firm in front of me. I was angry that he was reacting like this - but he was my father.

  He did want what was best for me. He was blood, he was family, he loved me.

  I couldn't just throw away that bond because of things like money. Or the pleasures that Ty delivered to me again and again. I couldn't just shun that, could I?

  Sighing, I nodded. "Okay, father. I won't see him again."

  Ow. I didn’t expect that inner pain to hit me so hard for saying those words.

  "Thank you, Karen." His words felt empty, worthless.

  I suddenly felt a huge surge of despair coming on. I didn't say anything else to my father, and instead bolted to my room and dove into my bed. Tears began to flow.

  Why was I sobbing? I barely knew Ty. It was just one night.

  Was it everything I was potentially losing out on? I did want to know more. How would he take care of me, in so many definitions of the word?

  It was for my father. He was already going through a rough time. I didn't have to make it worse just because I was a hopeless horny teenager.

  I couldn't bring myself to call Ty and tell him off. It wasn't easy, and it wasn't like Ty didn't have this intimidating presence about him. He was a man who was used to always getting what he wanted.

  There was another gigantic teddy bear waiti
ng for me the next morning. With some effort, I dragged it into my room before anyone noticed. There was a note card attached to it - "Call me - Ty". I still couldn't do it.

  Not even as another day passed and the courier showed up with a diamond necklace. He asked for my response. I told him I couldn't give him one.

  Why was I such a coward? I told my father I wouldn't betray him for Ty. But I couldn't tell Ty that.

  Again, I hid the gift away.

  The third day, I couldn't hide the gifts anymore. "Karen!" Olivia called out. "Flowers. Again. The fourth time today."

  Bashfully, I descended the stairs to collect them. Olivia just shook her head as she walked past me. At least she wasn't judging me for all of this. This time there was an ornate fruit basket, complete with fruits I couldn't even name if you asked me to.

  Taking it and retreating back to my room, I reached for my phone. I brought up his number, and my finger hovered over it for what felt like an eternity.

  Not like this. I couldn't just call him, tell him we were through.

  Even though we had only one date, and one night together, Ty wasn't typical. He deserved better than being broken up with over a phone call.

  The doorbell rang again. I immediately knew that he had sent something else my way. He was driven on spoiling me rotten even if I was disobeying him. I made sure I looked decent, and prepared to go. The courier who sent me more than likely had orders to bring me to him if asked.

  I had to face Ty. I had to tell him it was over. Then, maybe, after a few weeks of crying into a pillow, I could move on.

  The ride to the top of the penthouse felt like it was going to take an eternity. The whole time my hand was hovering over the stop button, ready to request the ground floor and run away from all of this again.

  I had to stand firm though. Continuing to languish in this purgatory state with Ty wasn't good for either of us, and it made me feel like kind of a bitch to be leading him along like this.

  I reached the top, and I waited for the doors to open. He was there, waiting for me.

  "Kitty, you've been a naughty girl ignoring my advances like that."