by Skye Darrel
This morning, I wake up and find her gone, the bathroom door closed. I lie by myself for a while, thankful for every moment I get to spend with her. Then I get up and walk to the door, just to check if she’s all right.
I hear her moans and lean into the door, and I’m fucking sure she’s masturbating. She calls out, “Daddy” over and over again, and it makes my dick leak like a faucet. I stroke myself right outside the door, giving in to my urges. Lily walks out as I cum over my hand, my seed spewing in thick spurts. I haven’t jerked off since Elijah’s arrest. I haven’t had any release.
She sees the thick cum, and I see her little panties and snug tank top, and I growl. I don’t bother hiding my cock. We both know we’ve been caught.
Lily bites her lip and crosses her feet. “Morning, Dalton. Early start?”
Backing her against the wall, I sniff her throat and grope her breasts like a complete brute. I run my hands between her thighs and over her underwear, feeling the dampness, the heat, in her little pussy still swollen, and I know she’s just cum too.
“I miss this,” I growl. “Did you have my permission to cum?
“N-No.” She gulps, the flush in her face spreading all over her chest and neck. “Sorry.”
“You’re going to cum again for me with my cock in your mouth. Get on your knees, baby. I need you. Touch your pussy while you suck my cock.”
Tilting her head, Lily kneels slowly, giving me a good view of her swaying hips, and she pulls her panties down and shows me her pink crease still wet. She rubs her clit slowly as she licks her lips. “Like this?”
“Good girl. Open those pretty lips.”
I thrust in more roughly than I intended, but there’s no stopping me once I feel her warm, wet mouth and little tongue playing around my raging cock. She sucks me to full length, bobbing her head up and down as her other hand closes around my balls. She squeezes me while her lips massage my cock head, coaxing the cum up my shaft as her fingers whirl at the wetness between her thighs.
Not enough.
I pull out and pick her up by the thighs and plunge my cock up her tight pussy, and I feel her walls ripple as I cum inside her, my seed splashing in pulses as weeks of pent-up lust rips through my balls into her cunt.
“Dalton,” she whispers.
“Oh fuck, I’m sorry, baby.”
“No,” she says, smiling. “I missed it too.”
“It?”
“Sex, I mean.”
Lost for words and feeling guilty, I set her down slowly and scowl. I give her round ass a sharp slap. “Naughty little girl.”
She looks at my cock glistening with her juices and my cum, and she kneels without being told to clean me off.
“Lily,” I groan, wrapping my hands in her hair.
When she’s done, she gets up and pecks my jaw. “Make me breakfast, I’m hungry.”
“Whatever you want.”
I fix her a pile of eggs and bacon with toast and peaches. I watch her eat in the kitchen. She’s shy all of a sudden, stealing little glances at me, her cheeks a perpetual shade of pink. She has that naughty glint in her eyes again, and I feel my cock growing in my briefs.
I lost my appetite after a few bites, and there’s only one thing on my mind as I admire the flare of her hips. She’s wearing one of her summer dresses, and the skirt is tucked high to bare her thighs. Teasing me again, my little brat.
“Are we going to stay here?” she asks. “In this house?”
“Up to you, baby girl. It’s your house.”
“It’s ours.”
“You decide.”
“You’re my Daddy,” she purrs. “I trust you.”
I pull her onto my lap, my dick rubbing under her ass, and I don’t care anymore. My hands are over her breasts, and I kiss the fading scar on her elbow where she’d gotten scrapped in the fight with Elijah. Goddamn him. My mouth moves to her throat, and I let her feel how much I want her. How much I need her.
Lily squirms and sighs, and she takes my hand and puts it on her thigh. The feel of her soft skin and warmth send jolts to my cock and balls. I have to control myself. “What do you want to do, angel?”
“I want to see the city,” she says softly. “But I don’t want to lose this house. I grew up here.” She touches my face. “I saw you for the first time here.”
I kiss her cheek. “We’ll keep the house. I’ll have it fixed up for you, and in the meanwhile, you can move into my condo. But I warn you Lily—when you live under my roof, there’s going to be some rules.”
“What kind of rules?” she says, pouting.
With my hand around her tit, I growl in her ear, “The first rule is no panties when you’re home, understand? I want your little pussy ready for me.” My lust quickens as she squirms on my lap. “I’ll breed you, Princess. I’ll fuck you every day and make your belly big.”
“R-Really?”
My hand slips under her panties to grope her pussy. “Yes.”
“Ohhh.”
“This is mine, Princess. Mine.”
She chews her lip. “What else will you do?”
“That depends on whether you’ve been a bad girl or good girl.”
She bucks against my hand. “What happens if I’m a bad girl?”
“No orgasms, little one.”
Lily lets out a whine, and I shush her with a kiss as my fingers inside her curls to rub under her pleasure spot.
“Is that all?” she asks.
“Spankings for your ass and tits. Pussy too when you’ve been really bad.”
“Dalton!”
“Yes, I’ll make every part of you warm and red if you don’t listen.”
She gasps when my thumb presses on her clit, my fingers drumming against her spot, Lily’s secret place only I know about.
“You’ll suck my cock too, Princess. Suck it for hours while I play with your titties.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad,” she moans.
I pick her up and sit her on the table, and I pull down the top of her dress to get her tits ready for my mouth. Tugging her skirt higher, I tear her panties down so they hang off one ankle, and her dewy pussy is open to me.
Resting the head of my cock in her juices, I thrust in an inch and let her folds cling to me. I squeeze her breasts one by one, suckling her puffy nipples before I move to her mouth. She’s so wet her cream starts to puddle on the table, and I wipe it up with my finger to taste her honey. It makes my cock ache, and I grit my teeth to hold on a moment longer.
“You haven’t heard the worst punishment yet, Lily.”
She puts her arms around my neck. “What’s that?”
“When you’re really naughty, I’ll make you wear a plug in your ass.”
She gasps, and it’s fucking adorable how shocked and curious she looks. “A plug?”
“You’ll see. I’ll get a special one just for you, baby girl. I’ll push it in your little hole and stretch you out for my cock. Then I’ll put you on all fours and fuck your ass while I spank you.”
She gulps. “That’s so dirty . . .”
I slide my cock into her, letting her stretch around me before I bury myself to the balls, and the heat of her cunt chokes me as she clenches. “Then you’d better be a good girl, little one.”
“I dunno, I may like some of that stuff.”
I’m sure she will. I’ll make sure of it. I’ll spend the rest of my life making her feel happy, teaching her new things, and loving her how she wants. But for now, I know what she wants most of all is to cum on my hard cock. I pump myself in and out, thrusting harder and deeper as she opens, and I plunge deep to rub against her clit as my cock makes her writhe and gasp. We cum together, and she falls into my shoulder, content.
Epilogue
Lily
Three months later
I pull on my knee socks before I slip into my pink princess dress. Dalton spoils me with anything I could want, but my wardrobe is pretty much all pink and glitter. I think he’s a little upset. He even to
ld me in a Louis Vuitton store to try on a little black dress, something “more elegant,” he’d said, but I made a huge scene and that was that.
Dalton bought me what I wanted once he knew it made me happy. He likes to spoil me. He still spanked my butt when we got home though, and he made me suck his cock for a whole hour before he thrust into my pussy. I can be a spoiled little brat all I want, but he will still discipline me as he sees fit.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Today is my birthday, and he called me from work saying he would take us out to a nice restaurant. He has a special party planned, where he’ll introduce me to some of his close friends. He says he wants me to have a life of my own outside our special relationship—but there’s only one person I need.
“Lily, wear something appropriate,” he said.
Well, this will have to do.
I walk to the windows, floor-to-ceiling plated glass, and take in the city below. A view of the setting and sprawling buildings takes my breath away. I still get dizzy peering down at the street twenty floors down.
I love my new home, but sometimes I still miss the old house in Willowbrook. Dalton is having it renovated, and it should be done by this summer. I can’t wait to visit this July.
I hear his key turning in the lock, and I rush to the front door and wait as he comes in. His frown makes my tummy flutter, his handsome face creased with fine lines.
“Lily, didn’t I tell you to wear something appropriate?”
“I like this better.”
He takes off his suit jacket and rolls up his sleeves. Walking to the kitchen bar, he sits on a stool and gives me the once-over. “Come here, Princess.”
I shuffle over, head bowed slightly, my face already burning.
He opens his legs and pats his knee. I wedge between him sideways, leaning on one thigh, and I feel his hard cock pressing on my hip.
Lifting my skirt, he tsks and gives me a sharp slap. “These little panties barely cover you. Trying to show off what belongs to me?”
He squeezes my buttocks before the first slap makes me jolt. He always spanks me hard enough to jiggle my cheeks.
“No, Daddy! I only wanted to look pretty for you.”
He gives me a hard kiss. “You don’t need to look pretty for me. You always are.”
“I want to,” I say, pouting.
His eyes smolder as he slaps my bottom again and again, one cheek then the other, and then both. He rubs my folds through the damp fabric between slaps. Then he yanks up the back of my panties to split my ass cheeks. I gasp as he smacks my bare buttocks, making me hotter and wetter.
“You intentionally disobeyed me, didn’t you?”
“I don’t even want to go to that stupid restaurant. I want to spend tonight with you.”
His eyes blaze as he stares into mine. He takes me off his thigh and stands me before him. Holding up the front of my skirt, he rubs between my thighs as he decides what to do with me. I love the way he looks when he’s thinking about my discipline.
My panties are soaked, and he pulls them to my knees and rubs my sticky lips, teasing my clit with his thumb all the while. I struggle with the growing pleasure below, knowing my punishment will be all the better if I cum without permission.
“Because it’s your birthday, I won’t spank this naughty little pussy. We’ll have a private party.”
Yes! He may be the big man in our relationship, and I may be the little girl, but really though? He always listens to me.
“Get your butt plug, Lily.”
I pout. “Which one?”
“Which one do you think, Princess? You’ve been a bad girl. I worked hard making plans for tonight, and now I’ll have to cancel. Go get it.”
I stifle a smile. “Yes, sir.”
“Wait—” He pulls my panties off and stuffs them in his pocket. He likes to save my wet undies for the next day. Sometimes, he would think about me at work, and he’d lose control. He’d rush to the bathroom and jerk his cock in my panties. I always have a wet pair ready for him.
“Okay, go on.”
He pulls out his hard cock and watches as I walk to the closet. I try to hide the excitement in my face, but I know he sees right through me. I get the case of our toys and open it on the carpet.
Packed inside are rows of dildos, vibrators, and plugs. A paddle and furry handcuffs and special clamps that he only ever uses when I’m really naughty. Every one of those toys has made me cum at least once, but nothing is better than his hard cock.
I get the biggest butt plug, a rounded steel one with a heart-shaped jewel base. I bring it back, and he rubs it under my folds. Then he stands, his cock swaying, and he bends me over the kitchen counter and pushes the plug into my wet pussy. Coating it in my cream, he yanks it out and eases it into my tight asshole.
I wince as the toy stretches me open, firmly inside me. This plug always makes me feel so full.
Dalton lets my skirt down and nods with approval. “Good girl.”
He prepares to cook dinner, and he has to call the bakery to have them deliver my cake home. My handsome man makes a big fuss over everything, saying how I upset his plans. This plan, that plan. But I can tell he’s not really mad.
He has me all to himself.
I squirm in my seat as we eat, shifting from cheek to cheek, the big plug prodding my passage whenever I get up. I’m moaning by the time I blow out my nineteen candles, and he sits me on his lap. With one hand, he feeds me moist bites of the most delicious cake I’ve ever had, and his other hand is under my skirt tracing circles around my clit.
My pleasure grows with each passing minute and I can’t take it anymore.
“Take it out!” I whine.
“Oh? My angel can’t take her punishment?”
“Pleeeease?”
He kisses me hard and tongues up some of the mushy cake I was chewing and steals it for himself.
“Hey!”
“It tastes sweeter from your mouth, angel.”
My face blooms with heat.
He lifts me in his arms and carries me to his bedroom. We share one big bed, and the sight of it makes my pussy clench. He’s made me cum so many times on those sheets. Setting me down, he flips up my skirt and lashes his tongue over my clit until I’m thrashing. And only then does he pull out the plug, and I yelp.
“Time for your reward,” he says.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He lays me on my back and climbs over my body, rubbing me with his muscles. Eye to eye, Dalton thrusts into my pussy, his huge cock plunging to the very end as he muffles my startled cry.
“Ready?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
He ruts into me, unleashing his lust, his love, his everything, pumping his cock in my juices and swallowing my cries with his mouth. His balls slap over my throbbing asshole as he thrusts harder and faster. My walls ripple around him, and my orgasm swells within moments. He holds himself inside for a long moment, making me feel every inch of his length, his thick shaft rubbing that secret place under my front wall, that delicious spot he showed me when he claimed my virginity. That day feels like a lifetime ago.
“Cum for me,” he whispers.
My body seizes up, and I shudder with orgasm, my walls squeezing tight as I scream. Dalton groans on my throat as his cock jumps inside me, and he floods me with cum that overflows.
“I love you,” he breathes.
Heat clogs my throat as pleasure streaks up my spine. I can’t form words.
A long time passes before we calm down, and Dalton holds me in his arms as he strums my tender clit. One orgasm never satisfies us. I know before the night is over he’ll cum inside me once more, or maybe twice.
He smiles, stroking my hair. “Happy birthday, Lily.”
I run a finger over the muscles of his chest. “I love you, Mr. Cormac.”
He grins and musses my hair. “Finally deciding to talk like a big girl, Ms. Duchamp?”
“I’ll always be your little girl.”
There’s a meowing on the other side of the bedroom room door, and my man heaves a frustrated sigh. “That cat is never around until you don’t want her.”
“Don’t be mean! Lady saved our lives.”
“She helped.”
“Uh-huh.”
I climb out of bed, but he hauls me down and I giggle as he kisses my tummy. Lady’s meows grow louder and he finally gets off me.
“That’s it for tonight,” he says, putting on some briefs and an undershirt. “God forbid we upset Her Feline Majesty.”
We both know that once Lady demands petting, she won’t stop until she’s had her fill, no matter what her humans want. I put on my PJs and give Dalton another kiss on the mouth. Then I open the door, and Lady leaps into my arms, hungry for attention.
“How ya doing, furball?” Dalton says.
Lady licks a paw as I set her down between us on the bed, and Dalton shakes his head, scratching her chin until she stretches up against his body.
“Looks like she’s happy here,” he says. “Too bad. I was hoping to show her a shelter downtown.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Kidding, Lily. Kidding.”
I poke his ribs and kiss him again. “She’s not the only one happy here.”
We fall asleep together, and I know with all my heart that I’m right where I belong, whole and safe.
Epilogue
Lily
One year later
“You like your bedroom, Lily?” Dalton can’t hide the smugness in his voice as he unzips my dress in our house in Willowbrook.
The renovations took longer than expected, a whole year in fact. He wanted the best for everything, from stone sidings to new furniture. But I made sure no one touched Grandma’s room, or my parent’s. Those will be left the way my family left them. Always. Everything else is polished now, changed for the better. The house reminds me of myself.