“Yes, Daddy.”
“What is it?”
“Red.” She was glad she’d gone for simple. Her brain couldn’t handle remembering anything else.
“Good girl. Now, Daddy wants to check your bottom to make sure it’s not too sore for you to sit on it. So, I want you to go and place your hands on the dining table, spread your legs wide and show Daddy that naughty bottom of yours.”
Oh hell.
She walked on legs that were wobbly to the dining table and placed her hands on it, grateful for the added support. She spread her legs and leaned over.
“Put that bottom out. That’s it. Good girl.” He ran his hand over her bottom and she jolted. “Easy, sweet pea. Let Daddy inspect you. Hm, it doesn’t look that bad to me.” He squeezed one cheek and she gasped. “Maybe a little tender. Daddy likes you like this. I think after every spanking, I’ll need you to get in this position at least once so that I can inspect you.”
Holy fuck. Where was that water now? She might need to douse herself in it. She was fairly certain he’d be able to see the wetness on her lower lips. She was so turned on that she nearly pushed herself back into his hand.
Please touch me there. Please.
For once, she didn’t blurt her thoughts out loud. She wasn’t sure if she was grateful about that or not.
Oh, Gigi.
“Stand up nice and slow, baby girl. Daddy doesn’t want you to get dizzy.” He rested his hands on her waist as she moved, holding her so she didn’t slip. Then he led her over to a chair. This one had a pillow sitting on it. He winked at her, making her blush as she sat. Okay, so maybe she hadn’t needed to fuss so much about her sore ass.
He looked down at her thoughtfully. “I think we might need another pillow to boost you up a bit. My little one could really use a high chair.”
She gaped at him. She wasn’t that short. She could reach the table just fine. But she didn’t have a chance to protest before he’d disappeared. He brought back another pillow.
“Up you get, let’s set this one down to prop you up higher.”
“Daddy, I’m fine.”
He gave her a firm look. “Up. Now. Unless you want me to go searching for my old high chair. You’re so slim, you’d probably fit in it.”
Uh, no. She didn’t want that.
She hastily stood and he set down the other pillow. “That’s better. Sit there, little one, and Daddy will be back soon with dinner.”
It didn’t take long until he returned with two plates filled with steaming brown rice, stir-fried vegetables and thin slices of beef. Her tummy growled at the delicious smells.
“Your dad’s cook again?”
He grinned as he set down both plates. “I’m afraid if I tried to cook for you, I’d just make you more ill.”
He pulled off the towel that had been lying on his arm, then he moved behind her. What was he doing? She startled in surprise and he placed the towel over her chest and fastened it behind her neck.
Umm. . .what the heck?
“What’s this?”
“Well, I don’t have any bibs so, this will have to do. Sorry, it’s not prettier, baby.”
“I don’t need a bib, though, Daddy.”
He sat back in his chair, which was at the head of the table. She sat to his right. “We’ll see. Little girls often don’t realize how messy they can be.”
Well, she wasn’t messy. But she just reached for her fork without any more argument. Only to realize that she didn’t have one. She tried to push her chair back. But with the two pillows making her sit higher only the tips of her toes reached the floor. She started wiggling her way free, wincing as her bottom complained at the movement.
“What are you doing, baby girl?” Macca asked. “You need to sit still for dinner.”
“I gots to get a knife and fork.”
“You don’t need a knife and fork.” He reached across and forked up some rice and broccoli. “Daddy is going to feed you.”
Her cheeks heated. “I can do it.”
“Maybe.” He smiled. “But Daddy would really like to do this. Would that be okay?”
Well, when he put it like that how could she say no?
“Okay, Daddy.”
“Open up for the train. Choo-choo!”
She barely refrained from rolling her eyes. Really? A choo-choo train? But as he fed her, he told her stories from when he used to visit his nan and the mischief the two of them would get into.
Before she knew it, her tummy was full and her cheeks hurt from laughing.
“No more, Daddy,” she told him, turning her face away as he held up another forkful. He fed himself between bites, but he always made sure to feed her first. And when he’d figured that broccoli was her favorite while she hated carrots, he’d fed her all the broccoli and ate those disgusting carrots himself. Yuck.
“Daddy is going to clean up. Which won’t take long. I’ll refill your water bottle. Would you like to stay up for a little while and cuddle on the couch with me while we watch some TV?”
“Yes, Daddy!” She clapped her hands together excitedly.
“All right, come on and I’ll get you settled on the couch.” He led her into the living room, snagging one of the pillows, which he placed on one end of the sofa.
“Are you warm enough, baby girl?”
It was kind of silly considering how hot it had to be outside, but she was a little cold. The air conditioning was cooler than she would have it. She guessed he wasn’t as used to the heat as she was.
“I’m good,” she told him. She didn’t want him to be uncomfortable for her sake.
He narrowed his gaze at her then crouched next to the sofa so they were at eye-level with each other. He raised one eyebrow. “You have goosebumps. You going to tell me you’re not cold?”
“I. . .um. . .maybe a little.”
“And why didn’t you say something before?”
“Because I thought that you probably weren’t used to the heat and I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
“Okay, first, we talked about honesty—”
“But I was thinking of you!” she protested.
“Which is very nice, sweet pea. But I expect an honest answer to my questions, no matter what. Daddy can’t look after his girl properly if she lies to him.”
Oh.
She bit her lip. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“Two, your comfort comes before mine.”
She frowned at that. “Doesn’t seem very fair. Don’t I get to take care of you too?”
He looked a little startled. Had no one ever taken care of him before? He stared at her then stood. She froze. Had she upset him? Said the wrong thing? Damn it, why did she have to speak up and say anything?
But when he returned, he held a soft blanket in his hands. He laid it over her with a kiss to her forehead. “Now, we’re both comfortable.”
She relaxed with a smile. He hadn’t been upset then. He turned on the TV, right as a couple came together in a passionate kiss.
“That’s not very baby girl friendly,” he muttered. He quickly turned it to a cartoon.
She pouted. “Daddy, I liked the other show better.”
“I don’t think so. That was far too old for you. Little girls don’t need to be exposed to such things.”
She had to grin. “So, does that mean Little girls shouldn’t be exposed to other things?”
He stared down at her in confusion and she purposely moved her gaze to between his legs, her eyebrows waggling.
“Why you cheeky monkey.” He snorted. Then leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips. “That’s different.”
“Yeah? Why is that?”
“Because what a daddy and his Little one share is special. Just for the two of them.”
She liked the sound of that. She’d never had something special. She didn’t even complain when he returned with the bottle of water. She just started drinking it while he rattled around in the kitchen. When he walked into the living area, she
expected him to sit in the recliner chair where his grandma always sat. Instead he moved to the couch and lifted her up. Then he lay down on the couch. She stared down at him in surprise.
“Did you just steal my seat?” It seemed a rude thing to do. And Macca wasn’t usually rude. Well other than the first two times she met him, she guessed.
But there were extenuating circumstances to explain that behavior.
He patted his chest then held out his hand. “Come lie on top of me.”
She still had the blanket wrapped around her as she took hold of his hand. He drew her down so she lay on him, her legs between his, her head resting on his chest. She could hear his heart beating steadily as he arranged the blanket over them.
“Won’t you be too hot?” she asked.
“Let me worry about me. If I get too hot, I’ll push it off. You just relax and watch your program.”
She wasn’t sure how she could be expected to pay attention to some colorful ponies on TV when she was lying on him. The warmth of him gradually had her relaxing, though. For someone so hard and muscular he was amazingly comfortable to lie on. Maybe it was that his scent was so intoxicating. Or it could be that his arms made her feel secure. Small but protected. He settled one hand against her upper thigh, making her tense momentarily. But when it didn’t move, she settled back down.
He reached down and grabbed her water bottle, holding it up her lips. She tried to grab hold of it herself. But he pulled it from her reach. “Uh-uh, let Daddy help you.”
She relaxed against him once more as he held the bottle to her lips. She took some long gulps as his hand moved higher, his fingers brushing against the cheeks of her bottom.
He set the bottle down as he ran his finger up and over the curve of her bottom. She shivered as her clit started to ache.
Up and down. Light brushes of his fingertips against her skin. Did he realize what he was doing? Every so often, he would bring the bottle to her lips. She’d suck down some water. And he would keep up with the movements. Around and around his fingers went. Then they crept closer to the seam of her ass. She clenched her cheeks together.
“Sh,” he whispered to her. “It’s okay, baby girl.”
The tension seeped out of her as he didn’t press his finger any deeper. But as his touch grew closer to her pussy, her stomach tightened.
“Macca?” she asked, squirming slightly. She didn’t know how much more play she could take.
“I want to make you feel good. Would you like that, sweet pea?”
Her breath hitched. Would she like it? Was he insane?
“I. . .I thought you said we wouldn’t. . .”
“We’re not having sex. I just want to have a little play and make you feel good. What do you think?”
She didn’t think. She just reacted. She nodded her head.
“I need you to say the words for me,” he whispered.
Well, hell. “Yes. I want that. Please.”
“Widen your legs for me.”
She moved her legs so fast, placing them on either side of his, that he let out a surprised bark of laughter. She stiffened. God, she was a dork.
“It’s okay. Don’t be embarrassed,” he told her gently. “I like that you’re so eager to have me touch you. Because I feel exactly the same way. All I can think about are these delectable ass cheeks and how I want to caress them,” he ran his fingers over her bottom, “squeeze them,” his hand took firm hold of one cheek, “and kiss them, but that’s a demonstration for another day.”
Damn.
His chest moved again.
She sighed with resignation. “I said that out loud, didn’t I?”
“Yep,” he confirmed. “But like I told you earlier, I like knowing what you’re thinking. Makes life easier for me. I also like knowing that your body reacts to me as much as mine does to you.” He dipped a finger down to her slick lips, running it up and down her folds. As he lightly swirled the tip around her swollen nub, she groaned.
“So wet. Is this for me? Do you like lying against me, sweet pea? Do you like having me touch you?”
Wasn’t it obvious? “Y-yes,” she replied, not wanting to risk him stopping.
Stopping would be bad, very bad.
He drew her slightly up his body, so her head now rested next to his. His lips brushed her ear. “Now, I want you to stay very still for me, understand? I’m going to explore you. I’m going to bring you to pleasure. I want you to make as much noise as you feel like, but you’re not to move around or to come until I give you permission.”
She whimpered. Stay still? Not come without permission? Was he kidding? She’d read about men who liked to take control, who put others pleasure first, but she’d never thought to experience this. . .never thought to meet someone like Macca.
He wrenched the blanket away then gave her a sharp smack on her ass. Her startled cry turned into a moan of pleasure as he massaged the spot he’d slapped.
“Understand me?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes, Sir or yes, Daddy. Either are acceptable.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said on a sigh as he moved his hand down once more to her pussy. He circled her clit. Ran his finger around then over it. She cried out.
“Good girl. You’re being such a good girl for me. I like when you do as I command. I think it deserves a reward.”
“Yes. . .yes,” she panted out. Then she whimpered as his finger abandoned her clit.
“Sh,” he told her as he pressed a finger deep inside her. “Jesus, yes. You’re sucking me in. So warm, so wet.”
He thrust his finger in and out of her pussy. She cried out. It was so hard to stay still. But she wanted to be his good girl so much. So, she stopped herself from thrusting down on his fingers, from wriggling against his chest in order to find some friction for her hard nipples. He started kissing down her neck, nipping gently. She shuddered, moaning.
“Oh. Oh. Please.”
He added a second finger, stretching her. It had been so long since she’d felt another’s touch. And she’d never felt anything like this.
“Do you like my fingers fucking you, baby? Do you wish it was my cock?”
She let out another low moan. Who knew he’d like to talk dirty? She’d never had someone talk to her during sex, except to ask if it was in or if she was ready. This. . .this was something different.
His fingers stilled and she groaned in protest. “Don’t stop.”
“You haven’t answered me,” he pointed out.
Oh fuck. He really required answers to those questions. She couldn’t do that, could she?
“I can’t. . .I’ve never. . .do I really have to answer you?” she cried.
“If you want me to continue finger fucking your pussy, you do.”
“How can you just talk like that?” she asked him, her entire body wound tight, on the edge of sailing off into bliss.
“Don’t you like me talking like this, baby girl? Would you rather I was silent?”
“No,” she said quickly. “I like it. Just like I like your f-fingers in my. . .in my pussy. And yes, I wish it was your c-cock!” The last word was nearly a scream as he thrust his fingers deep once more.
In. Out. He drew his fingers apart, stretching her.
“You’re so tight. I wish this was my cock too. But my baby girl needs to get to know me a bit more. And I want her well rested for when I fuck her. Because once won’t be enough. She’s going to need all her energy for when I take her. So, you’re going to work hard to feel better, won’t you? Because then I’ll reward you.”
Oh hell. Oh God. She was more motivated than she’d ever been before, that was for sure.
“Yes! Yes!”
He moved his thumb to her clit, circling it in slow, lazy movements.
“Oh please. Please.” She was all too aware that she couldn’t come without his permission. What kind of sadism was that? How was she supposed to hold back?
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Fuck. Did he seriously still want her to talk? She was a mess. She shook, deep tremors that rocked her body. Her skin felt like it was aflame. She couldn’t think. Could barely breathe.
“Do you like to make yourself come?”
No. No. No. Please.
“Tell me.”
“Y-yes!”
“And when was the last time you played with your clit?”
“I-I don’t k-know. About t-two weeks, I guess.”
“Do you like to have a finger inside you when you come? Or do you have a vibrator you like to use?”
“A-a finger.” She was beyond protesting the extremely personal questions. The only thing on her mind was coming. “Please, Sir. Please, let me come.”
“Since you beg so nicely, you may come.”
She gave a low moan that barely sounded like her then she was shaking as she came. Her entire body writhed against his. But he held her steady with one arm around her waist, his fingers continuing to thrust deep inside her.
“Good girl. That’s my good, good girl. I’m so very proud of you for doing exactly as I said.”
She panted as she lay on his chest. But those words wormed their way into her heart. When had anyone ever said they were proud of her? She couldn’t remember. . .
He removed his fingers from her pussy and she let out a small whimper.
“You do like having me inside you, don’t you? It’s okay, baby,” he said as she stiffened, “I like being there.”
He shifted his arm, raising his hand and she opened her eyes in time to see him bring his glistening fingers to his mouth. “Delicious. But I’ll save tasting you for another day.”
Her heart raced at the thought. Then she bit her lip anxiously. He ran his other hand up her back. “What is it?”
“Oh. Ah. Nothing.”
His hand landed on her ass sharply. “I know you find communication difficult. At least when you’re not blurting out your every thought. But when I ask a question, I expect an honest answer.”
His hand remained on her ass cheek and she knew she was in for more smacks if she didn’t answer. As though he heard her thought, and this time she was certain she hadn’t spoken out loud, he smacked his hand down again, this time on her other cheek.
“I. . .it’s just that no one has ever done that before.”
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