by S. L. Finlay
With a grunt, my well overdue orgasm came. The pleasure at feeling my orgasm seemed to grip Daddy as he grabbed my hips and with a few final thrusts he shot his cum into my pussy.
The feeling of Daddy filling my pussy with his cum was enough to drive me crazy. I couldn't help it, this felt great. It felt wonderful to have this man fill me so readily and so fully. I moaned, Daddy moaned. Together this orgasm drove us both wild. It was a shared orgasm, our first. Which came the first time we ever had sex, too.
The synchronicity of things wasn't lost on me. It was like the sex we'd had perfectly matched who we were and the emotional state we were in.
I didn't move from Daddy's lap for a long time as we both smiled at one another and Daddy planted a kiss on my lips.
It was that kiss that told me it was time to move, even though I didn't want to. It was time to get back to the business of making the new us work, and I was sure that one roll in the hay - no matter how good - wouldn't be enough for us to make this work.
It was the good type of work though, the type of work I didn't mind putting in because I loved this man so much. Even though it had only been a short time that we'd been together, I knew he was the one I wanted to be with. I knew it in my bones like I had never known anything before.
And with that, we began a much more egalitarian relationship. One that still had strong BDSM overtones, but this time there was no contract in the way that there was a contract before, unless you count the marriage contract that is. But the marriage, that's a story for another chapter.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
You can't have sex once and expect suddenly for your relationship to be healed and everything to be hunky dorey. Even for a couple who were as well matched as us, and who were as committed as us, there are a whole lot of conversations that need to happen to make the relationship work after a break.
So we began talking, and we didn't stop until things were healing.
Daddy and I would set aside dinner every night - at Daddy's mansion of course - to talk about relationship issues, then, to my surprise and delight, Daddy became a sort of business mentor for me as well. He started like all good Daddies by asking me questions.
Daddy wanted to know what sort of business I wanted to start, and how I planned to make money. Smiling at him all the while, I told Daddy I wanted to compete with him in business. Anything Daddy could do, I could do better I told him with a cheeky grin.
Appreciating the challenge, Daddy showed me how to start making money, then how to build on that until my own business was small and growing. Of course, this took a few years, and in the meantime there was plenty going on in our life together.
Daddy and I had solidified our relationship as Daddy and baby girl. I was no long his slave. We celebrated this with a ceremony which we invited our friends to. The ceremony was big and grand and we were excited about sharing our joy with a bunch of other Daddies and their little girls.
Oh! And of course, we made a bunch of other friends who shared the same unique relationship style as us. Finding them was like finding our community. A bunch of people who understood exactly what we were going through and where we were at with our relationship was a god send.
Eventually, one day when I was in the office - now the office and not Daddy's office - Daddy told me to look something up on the computer. He told me it was a hot tip for my business. When I searched the Internet, there were some directions there.
Puzzled, I looked over at Daddy whose face was blank. "Well, you better follow them then little girl. It's a hot tip."
I furrowed my brow at him but Daddy wasn't giving anything away. I had the afternoon free so figured I could follow this tip. I printed the page with the directions then called my driver and told him to meet me around the front of the house.
Having my own driver was a necessity as I wanted to maintain some independence even while I was with Daddy. My driver came around to pick me up and I handed over the instructions. Reading them, he started to take me to where I was instructed to go and I turned to my phone to check emails.
I was half way through replying to a particularly tricky email when the driver pulled up outside a big field.
Looking out, I couldn't see much. It was a park with tall trees and green grass. Standing in the park too were all my age player friends. Confused, I stared for a long moment as one of my closest friends approached my car door. She took the handle and opened the door. I looked her in the face and moved over to the open door. Putting my feet on the ground I let them carry me in the direction of my friends.
When I drew close enough I could see they were all holding placards.
Each placard had painted on it loving words. They sounded familiar and as I moved through the placards, my hand being held by my friend, I realized why these words were familiar. They were Daddy's words, they were all sweet things he had been saying to me recently. About how he felt about me and about us, about how lucky he thought he was.
Then, the last placard was being held by Daddy, his words were of course, 'Now that you know how much I love you..' On one placard followed by, 'I just have one question to ask.' Then the third and final placard, 'will you marry me?'
At the sight of the final placard, I wasn't at all surprised, because I knew eventually Daddy and I would be getting married. But the sight of it still made me feel weak at the knees.
I managed to right myself before my knees gave way under me and nodded vigorously. I couldn't talk, I was so excited.
Daddy put the placards down and dropped to one knee. How different this scene was from the one where we had first met and he had been this hard man who was buying me as his slave. Over time, Daddy had softened to me. Where most couples seem to harden as they grow used to one another, we had softened over time. Daddy was exactly the man I needed him to be now, Daddy was soft and genteel and loving.
As Daddy slipped that ring on to my finger, I looked up from my hand where I had been staring, as if the engagement ring was going to change it somehow on a molecular level.
When I looked up at Daddy's face, I could see the tears there as he held my eyes to his. Then he gave me a little smile and stood up straight to claim a kiss from his baby girl.
Daddy and I loved one another, we had built a life together and a community around us of loving friends. Together we had beaten the odds that must have been stacked against us. When you meet someone at a slave auction where you're auctioning yourself into consensual slavery, of course the odds that you'll meet the man of your dreams - the man who you want to marry - are slim to none.
Yet here we were, planning to get married and declaring our love for one another in front of all our friends, and it was alright.
Better than alright, it was perfect.
I couldn't want for a man who was a better fit for me, or who loved me as sincerely as this one did. I loved him too, in a way I could never quite express how I wanted to, but in a way that he knew on a deeper level.
Everything was about knowing things on a deeper level. We had intuitively found this relationship, and now we were intuitively happy with it.
I was happy with my man as he was happy with me, and we were following that same dream of an equal partnership with a sprinkling of Daddy/baby girl mixed in.
Such a far cry from a slave auction, but also a far cry from the depressed and isolated state I was in when we first met. When I compared that isolation to now being part of a community, to now having a loving partner and having some direction - provided by my businesses - it was like comparing night to day.
No-one had to smash through my boundaries anymore to get close, I was open and warm and receptive to all of the great things we had in our lives. That's why they were here now. Because this man had encouraged me to open up to my dreams and to make them a reality. Just like a good girl too, I had.
Together, as Daddy and baby girl we would take on the world. I had complete faith in us as I turned to our friends, who were already celebrating the yes we all knew I woul
d give Daddy when he asked.
Life couldn't be sweeter, and we were not even married yet.
The adventures that we would have into the future, and the deep love that we shared, were things I was one hundred per cent sure of. Everything else from here on out was pure gravy.
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