by NJ Cole
I poured her another glass of wine since I was no longer worried about her driving.
“The rules are simple,” I said, handing her the glass as I sat down on the couch beside her. “When you are here, you will give yourself completely to me to use for my pleasure. We don’t need to discuss anything further unless you decide to stay.”
“And what about my clothing?”
“I’ve gotten clothing just for you, my little girl, but may ask that you go without anytime I’d like to see your body better.”
I watched her swallow thickly, then close her eyes and take a deep breath before telling me, “Okay, I’ll stay.”
“Okay, Daddy,” I corrected.
“Okay, Daddy,” she repeated, biting her lip.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small velvet box I had collected from the house safe earlier in the day when she revealed she would be coming tonight. “This is for you.”
Her eyes got wide as she took the box, and when she opened it she smiled. Inside was a small charm made of white gold that said, Daddy’s Little Girl.
“When you wear this, you are mine completely.” She nodded. “There may be times during the weekend when I remove it. During those times, you will be yourself and make your own decisions. At all other times, you will be a good girl and do as you are told. Do you understand?”
She nodded and pulled the necklace out of the box, ready to put it on. I stopped her, however, since we had to talk about a few more things before then.
“Not yet, little one. First, we need to talk about limits.”
“I don’t think I have any,” she said, rubbing the charm between her finger and thumb. My heart raced at her words.
“It’s nice to know you are open to new things, but we all have limits.” I thought back to this time at a club when a submissive was bragging that she had no limits. Her Dom didn’t like that she was boasting and decided to teach her a lesson. He presented his “little girl” with a dog as a gift and then proceeded to have the dog fuck her in front of the other members of the club; I never saw her brag after that.
I couldn’t do something like that to Kenzie, though. First, I had absolutely no desire to humiliate my sweet little girl in front of a room full of strangers, and second, I didn’t want anyone else near her pussy, let alone a fucking dog. I also knew I had time to learn Mackenzie’s limits. Today, all that I wanted was to set up a code word just in case I hit one of them this weekend.
“We don’t have to discuss limits now, and sometimes I do enjoy finding them on my own, but we do need some safe words because if Daddy is fucking that tight little pussy of yours, and you scream out ‘Stop, Daddy, it hurts!’ it’s only going to fuel me on. I’ll just pound into you harder.” I watched her pupils dilate with each word I spoke. “So, little one, are you ready to learn your safe word?”
“Yes,” she panted, and I knew she was mine.
“If there ever comes a time when you feel that you need me to stop what I’m doing, you will say vanilla. Do you understand your safe word?”
She nodded, still playing with the necklace. Smiling, I held my hand out to her. She pouted, but dropped the small chain into it. “Turn around and hold your hair up, little girl.”
I fastened her necklace around her neck and spun her back around to face me. “While you wear this, you are my little girl.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” she said, her smile bright.
“Now, let me see what you’re wearing.” She fidgeted while I walked around her, shaking my head. “I don’t like that skirt. It looks too grown up. Take it off…now.”
My voice was harsh and commanding, but this was my house, and she had already agreed to stay, so we were going to play by my rules.
She didn’t seem to have a problem with it, because she immediately started to lower the zipper and slide it down. She was wearing black thigh high stockings that were sexy as hell, and tiny black panties that barely covered any of her ass. Her white top reached just to her navel, giving me a generous view of her smooth, pale skin.
Restlessly, she shifted from one foot to the other, waiting for my assessment. “I still think you look a bit too grown up, but it will do for the time being. Now, you will need to help Daddy do the dishes, little girl.”
She nodded her head and followed me into the kitchen. “You will wash them, and I’ll dry and put away.”
We flirted a bit while cleaning up from dinner, and when we were done, I showed her the contents of the fridge and where the pots, pans and dishes were.
“It is your job to cook breakfast for Daddy tomorrow. I’ll take care of the other meals, but breakfast is your responsibility.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said. “What would you like me to make?”
I liked that she would cook what I asked for, but I wanted to see how good she really was in the kitchen. Our time together might only last the weekend, but honestly, I hoped it was just the start of many more to come. “You may cook what you’d like. You’ll find my kitchen well stocked with anything you could possibly need.”
She smiled, and I wondered what she was thinking but didn’t want to ask. I was rarely surprised, so I hoped breakfast would be a pleasant one.
“Now, little one, let’s get you up to your room and into something more comfortable.”
I did love her in the heels, and I would find a way to get her into them again, but I’d been staring at that ass for far too long. My dick was so excruciatingly hard, though, I thought it might explode if I didn’t get some sort of relief soon.
I led her upstairs and to her newly designated room. It had pale yellow walls with a large bed in the center—not what I would want for a little girl’s room, but I’d never had a woman in my home in this capacity before. Besides, even if I had, how would I explain to the interior decorator that I wanted a room for a little girl even though I was childless?
“This is your room.”
She stood in the doorway and looked from me to the room and back again.
“My room?” she asked, clearly confused. “But, um…I thought I’d be sleeping with you, Daddy.”
“That is for me to decide, but you do need a room of your own so you can get ready for me. You also need to have someplace to be alone if you need it.”
She nodded. “Now, little one, I’m going to show you to my room. I want to make sure you know the way.”
I took her to my room at the end of the hall, and when I opened the double doors, her eyes widened.
“What are you thinking, little girl?” I asked, wanting to know what it was that made her nipples stand erect under her thin shirt.
Chapter 8
I had been imagining Maxwell Joseph’s bedroom since I was fourteen years old. At first, I’d imagined it all modern and chic, full of stainless steel, weird shaped furniture…things like that. Then about six months ago, when I heard that he was into tying up girls and having them call him Daddy, I imagined it full of spiked leather, with chains hanging from the ceiling and whips attached to the walls. His room was neither. It was elegant—classy even—with soft lighting in all the right places. The room was done mostly in black and gray, with some blue accents added in strategic places. He did have leather in there, but it was a small leather couch and chair off to the side in a sitting area. His bed also had leather, but it was a tastefully decorated head and footboard. For all the times I’d imagined his room, I was there now, and I was positive he was going to fuck me in that beautiful bed.
My nipples became instantly hard at the thought, and I felt wetness gather between my legs in anticipation.
“What are you thinking, little girl?” he asked me softly.
I didn’t want to tell him that I’d just been fantasizing about being fucked in his bed, so I responded with a half-truth. “I was thinking your bedroom is absolutely beautiful.”
He smiled. “Well then, I hope you like the bathroom, too. Please go in there and run a bath. I’m going to go to your room and pick out what you will wear tonight.”
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br /> “Daddy, I didn’t bring any clothes,” I reminded him. It was another half truth; I’d packed a bag and left it in my car. I couldn’t very well show up on his doorstep with an overnight bag and pretend that I wasn’t going to stay.
“Yes, little one, I know. I’ve been planning this for a while now, hoping you would be here.”
I smiled; I knew it was wrong, but he’d gone to a lot of trouble for this weekend. After he left, I moved to a doorway I assumed was the bathroom. It was, and it was beyond amazing. The decor matched his bedroom, and there were black, white and gray marble tiles covering the floor and walls. Off to the side was a large jetted tub, so I began running the water.
When the tub was nearly full, Maxwell returned. “Get in, little girl.”
I stepped out of my shoes, peeled off my thigh highs, and removed my top and undergarments before easing into the steaming hot water, where he bathed me from head to toe. I’d been given baths as a kid, and though I didn’t really remember them, I was sure they were nothing like this. Maxwell caressed every inch of my body with the soft sponge. He wet my hair and shampooed it before he rinsed, conditioned, and rinsed again. “There you go, my beautiful girl. You’re all clean,” he said with a smile as he began removing his clothes. “Now, you will bathe Daddy.”
He finished undressing and climbed into the tub opposite me as I took the loofah in my hands and started to scrub his body, purposely avoiding his cock. I couldn’t see it, so I had no idea if it was hard or not. There were no bubbles, but the jets made it difficult to see under the surface of the water. What I could see above the water, though, was even better than I’d remembered.
“Little one, you seem to have missed a spot,” he said when I set down the loofah. I didn’t know what to say, so I bit my lip. “It needs to be cleaned, but now you will do it with your mouth.” I knew exactly what he was talking about, but was unsure of how to do it in the bath. Did he want me to stick my head under the water and suck his dick? I didn’t have to wonder for long because he lifted himself out of the tub with his arms and sat on the edge. He wasn’t hard, but he wasn’t exactly soft, either.
Slowly, I took him in my mouth and felt him grow to his full potential. Moving my head back and forth tentatively, I waited for him to take control. Last night he’d been forceful, holding my head in place while he fucked my face, shooting his come down my throat. I was hoping he would do it again.
He didn’t grab my hair this time; he just sat back and let me do the work. Every so often he would thrust his hips, and I’d get more of him in my mouth than I was expecting. When he came, I swallowed it all, earning a ‘good girl’ from Daddy. He held my head there for a full minute, just stroking my hair lovingly before pulling away from my mouth.
He got the rest of the way out of the tub and dried himself off before doing the same with me. After wrapping me in a huge bath towel, I was lifted into his arms and carried out of the bathroom. He motioned to the outfit he’d picked out for that night—a small, white nightie—which was lying on the bed. Picking it up, I examined it carefully. The bodice had form fitting cups that would give me ample cleavage by pushing my breasts up and together, making them appear much larger than they were. It was attached to sheer white material that would barely cover my ass.
While I dressed, Maxwell put on a pair of navy blue pajama pants that I hoped he’d be taking off again soon.
“You look beautiful,” he complimented when I’d finished putting the nightie on. “Now come here and kiss Daddy goodnight.”
My feet sunk in the plush carpet as I walked over to him. Leaning down, he took my face in his hands and brought his lips to mine. The kiss was wonderful, and I melted into it. All too soon, though, he had pulled back. “Looks like this little girl has been very naughty.”
I looked at him, my eyes wide. “I told you last night that I decide how we kiss, and when we kiss. Now get over here, like a good girl, and take your punishment.”
I knew he wasn’t mad, and that I really hadn’t done anything wrong. He was looking for an excuse to spank me, and if I was being honest with myself, I was excited he was going to do it. I hadn’t been spanked since the Fourth of July and I’d missed it. This time he took me over his knee as I felt him lift my nightie to caress my ass.
“Count,” he said as his palm struck my ass, sending a harsh slapping sound throughout the bedroom.
“One, Daddy,” I moaned, savoring the tingle that emanated from where his hand had just connected to my bottom.
“Such a pretty ass with my handprint on it,” he murmured, massaging it briefly then slapping it again. I counted out each one, and by the time I’d said twenty, I was trying my best not to squirm on his lap. It wasn’t squirming from pain, either. No…it was definitely from pleasure. Maxwell had noticed, too.
“Little one, you’re soaked. It’s gotten on Daddy’s pants. You will take them off of Daddy right now.”
I scrambled off his lap, and when he rose, I pulled his pants down. His cock stood erect and pointed right at me as he walked to his nightstand, took a condom from the drawer, and handed it to me.
“Prepare me to fuck you, little girl.”
I opened the packet and rolled the condom on. I’d never done it myself before. I mean…I’d used them—actually, I’d never had sex without a condom—but I’d never been the one to put them on. It turns out it wasn’t that difficult as long as you knew what you were supposed to do.
When it was rolled to the base, I climbed up onto the bed but stopped immediately when Maxwell shook his head. “Oh no, little girl. You need to earn your way into Daddy’s bed. Go and stand down by the end.”
I stood there wondering what he was going to do, but he didn’t keep me in suspense for long. Reaching into the space between the footboard and the mattress, he pulled out a restraint. I assumed it was for feet, but he secured it around my left wrist, then did the same with the right. With my arms stretched wide, I had to squat a bit so I was comfortable. “Stand up, little girl, and bend over the footboard,” he ordered. When I did, my toes barely touched the ground. Luckily, though, his footboard was large, round and padded for just such an occasion. It was more like being bent over the arm of a leather couch.
“Your ass looks spectacular.” He ran his hands up my thighs and then over my ass cheeks, pulling them apart slightly. “I’d love to get in that tight virgin hole,” he said, sliding one hand toward the center and rubbing his finger over my puckered opening. Instinctively, I clenched my cheeks together, which made him laugh.
“Don’t worry, I’d need more time for that, but if Daddy wanted it, you’d let him, right, my good little girl?”
“Yes,” I panted. He was right; as scared as I was about anal sex, I’d let him do it if he wanted to.
He didn’t. Instead, he lined himself up behind me and thrust into my pussy. I squealed because his thrust lifted my feet completely off the ground. He pounded into me hard and fast—harder than he ever had before—his speed amazing while his cock filled and stretched me. With each thrust, he was touching a spot inside of me that sent bolts of lightning everywhere in my body. My moans started out softly, but because his tempo remained constant, they got louder and louder until I was screaming out that I was going to come.
“That’s it, little girl, squeeze Daddy’s cock,” Maxwell grunted as he thrust wildly into me. His words were enough to send me over the edge, and I felt the orgasm rocket through my body.
“Mmmmm, that’s it, little girl.” He lifted me completely off the ground and held me by my thighs, slamming into me over and over. “So fucking tight. So fucking sweet,” he whispered, then growled, “Mine,” as I felt him swell up and spasm inside of me. He held me like that—my legs spread wide, feet off the ground, buried balls deep inside me—for what felt like an eternity.
When he finally did pull out and set me down on the ground, my legs were shaking. “Oh shit, Babygirl,” he said, removing my restraints quickly and picking me up bridal style. He carried me
to the bed and pulled back the covers, laying me down on his cool sheets.
“I thought I had to earn my way into your bed,” I sighed, sinking slightly into his soft mattress.
“Oh, Sweetie, you just did with that tight little pussy of yours. You were such a good girl.”
When he removed the condom, I saw that his dick was covered in his come, and I licked my lips at the sight. “Do you want this, little one?”
I nodded my head, never looking away from his gorgeous cock.
“You are a very good girl,” he said, stroking my hair as I took him into my mouth.
When I’d finished licking him clean, he climbed into bed with me. I glanced at the clock; it wasn’t that late, but I was exhausted. I felt him spoon behind me and pull me tightly to him as his thumb rubbed lazy circles over my nipple. The feeling calmed and soothed me, and the last thing I remembered was closing my eyes, enjoying his strong arms wrapped around me, providing me comfort and security.
Chapter 9
I woke to the smell of bacon cooking. Every so often I’d order room service when I was in a hotel to be delivered when I woke up, but I hadn’t woken up at home to the smell of breakfast cooking since I was in high school.
Sliding out of bed, I threw on a pair of boxers and headed down to the kitchen to see what was on the menu.
Mackenzie was frying bacon at the stove, wearing nothing but the apron I had in the pantry. It was large and covered most of her body, but her tiny ass peeked out from the back, the strings lying comfortably between her cheeks. That ass got me every time. Today would be the day I made it mine, as well.
“Good morning, Beautiful,” I said after a few more moments of staring at her round bottom.
She jumped and spun around. “Good morning, Daddy! Breakfast is almost ready. Let me get you some coffee to start.”
She served me coffee, scrambled eggs, bacon, and two amazing pancakes, then sat down to eat with me. I’d eaten so much food that I wouldn’t be hungry for lunch.