by Lucy Lixx
From lunch to my house to the gym, it’d be hours before my phone buzzed again. It wasn’t a call, but I could tell I had a text message. For some reason, I already knew it was him, and so I hesitated to open the message. I bite my bottom lip, and I end up opening the message anyways.
She’ll be gone by nine. Be here by ten, baby.
It said, and I was right. It was Daddy’s number. This was another one of those moments I knew that would change everything if I let it. I could pretend that I didn’t see the message, but we both would know I did somehow. I could not go, but then everything would be over. I could go, and then I don’t know where everything would end. I stared at the message for what seemed like infinity, pushing my body harder and harder on the elliptical, as if willing the machine itself to provide me with answers I couldn’t give myself.
I didn’t know how I was going to answer his text, and so I tried to bury myself deeper in the workout. It was five. I had time to get home, shower, and think before I replied, and I planned to take my time. There was a small part of me that already knew my answer. It was as clear as the desire that was burning through me right now, causing my juices to dampen my panties, and once again my clothes felt all too constricting.
Chapter Ten
Yes, Daddy.
It was all I sent back, and I knew that Daddy had gotten the message probably while my mother was there. I tried to push the guilt aside. That’s why he put rule number three down. I didn’t have to feel guilty. I was doing what my body and heart wanted, and everything else could be figured out later. Somehow, I knew it’d all end up alright and somehow I knew that he’d take care of me. I thought about this morning when he had told me exactly that.
*
“I know you’re nervous.” He said, and it was just starting to get late enough I was sure we’d sleep, but Daddy had a devious glint in his eyes again. I knew that it meant pleasure for me, and I wasn’t going to tell him I was too tired. I didn’t want to admit that I was nervous either.
“Oh, don’t act like you aren’t. It’s written all over your face, baby girl.” He said. He had taken to calling me baby girl all night, and I liked it a lot more than I had ‘little one’. Somehow, it made him seem a little more caring he had me pinned down in a moment, kissing my neck.
“So?” I said, as if it would take the guilt of what we were doing away, but it didn’t.
“So you don’t need to be nervous. You don’t need to be scared. You don’t need to be upset.” He said, and with each sentence was another kiss as he traced a line down my body with his tongue and lips, kissing and tasting every inch of me until he had his hands at my hips, looking up at me as he was between my spread legs.
“What we’re doing isn’t exactly right.” I had counted, and he had rolled his eyes.
“Not exactly wrong, and I can make it feel right.” Daddy told me.
He did make it feel right. His fingers pried my pussy lips open, and his tongue worked up and down my slit, flicking over my clit at just the right moments to make my back arch, and I cried out. My eyes would flutter closed as he pushed his tongue deep inside of me, fucking me with it, and despite being sore making me wish that he’d fuck me again. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I needed to feel Daddy inside of me.
He made me forget about all of the worry. He made me forget about the guilt, as I exploded around his tongue. He tasted my juices as he licked them up, and it was only when I settled back against the bed, gasping with my breasts shaking with each breath I took that he laid beside me. He pulled me close, and I laid my head down on his chest. I reached for Daddy’s cock, knowing it had to be hard, but Daddy grabbed my wrist.
“There will be time enough for that later.” He told me, and I looked at him confused. He had just given me pleasure, and I was going to return the favor. I couldn’t understand why he stopped me.
“You need sleep. Look at you, baby girl.” He said, chuckling. “You’re barely able to keep your eyes open.” He said, and I wanted to protest but he had leaned down to kiss me on the forehead. He worked the covers over us to cover us, and I could feel everything in me telling me to go to bed.
“I’ll take care of everything. Just leave it to me.” He said, and I closed my eyes, feeling myself relax in his arms, against his chest.
“Yes, Daddy.” I had mumbled, and I was too tired to know if he even heard me.
*
That’s what I was choosing to put my faith in now. That somehow, Daddy would take care of everything. As I stared up at his apartment, I tried not to think about how my mother had probably just left it. It was ten, and he told me to be here. It was as simple as that, and that’s as simple as I was going to make it. When I opened the car door, stepping out of it, closing it and locking it, I locked away my worries as well.
Without those worries, I was still all too aware of the gentle shaking in my hands brought on by anticipation. My juices dampening my thighs since I had forgone underwear, wanting to surprise him, and I was also aware of how tight my bra felt when all I wanted was to be bare in front of him. Since the day I had seen him in the gym, I knew it had been leading up to this. He was a god who’d taken human form, and that was something I was almost certain of. Now that I had decided to lay my problems at his feet, knowing he’d take care of them, all I wanted to be was Daddy’s perfect little girl, and that’s exactly what I’d be tonight.
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