Daddy's Sweetheart Parts 1-5: The Complete Collection

by Rachel Burns

  The door opened as we approached it. “Congratulations.” The butler bowed to us.

  Brian thanked him and carried me up the stairs. He brought me into his bedroom. It was huge, six or seven times larger than my bedroom. It was a lot more fancy too. The main colors were light creamy browns.

  My room was just right through the door, but it seemed to be so far away.

  This was a big girl’s room. It was time for me to be a woman. Nanny had been clear that he wouldn’t tolerate any nonsense.

  Brian stood behind me and wrapped his arms around me. He’d already removed his jacket and unbuttoned a couple of the buttons on his shirt. His tie was hanging open around his neck. He looked so good.

  “You looked so amazing today. I’ve never seen a more beautiful bride.” He was unzipping my dress in the back. That was the drawback of such a simple dress. It could be very easily removed.

  I thought about what I was wearing underneath. I was completely covered, but the clothes I had on just screamed sex. Nanny had gotten me other pajamas too, also in white. It was lying on the bed. Would he make me change? Would he want to watch me changing?

  I started to shake as my dress fell into a satin heap around my feet. He kissed my shoulder. He went about it very relaxed, and he was taking his time. He still had his arms wrapped around me. I’d laid my hands on top of his.

  He let go of me and stepped back. I could hear him chuckling a little. “Did Nanny pick this outfit out for you.”

  I peeked back at him and nodded. He was looking me up and down.

  “Turn around please.”

  I turned until I could look at him completely. He stepped forward again and took me in his arms. “I’m going to be very gentle and very careful with you. I’ll hurt you as little as possible. I love my little girl so much.” He held me for a while until I was so used to being in his arms that the shaking stopped.

  “Sit down on the bed sweetheart. Let’s get your shoes off.” He smiled at me; like he thought I was so cute that he could eat me with a spoon. “I really don’t like fancy things like this, but it looks cute on you. I prefer more simple things.” He knelt down next to the bed and removed my shoes and set them aside.

  I started shaking again. His hands moved up my legs. They kept moving up, sending a shiver down my spine. His hands stopped at the top of my stockings. He unfastened them and rolled them down, one leg after the other.

  He laughed again. I could tell that he was nervous too. “I think you’ll have to stand up so I can figure out how to get the rest of the stuff off of you.”

  I must have paled at that thought because he said, “Hey, it’s all right. If you want, I can take a turn now.” He stood up and walked over to a chair against the wall. I watched him sit down and undid his shoelaces. He took them off and then his socks. He set everything neatly to the side. Then, he stood up and unbuttoned the rest of his buttons. He removed his shirt. I was trying not to stare at him, but I couldn’t look away either. He was brown there too, all brown and warm looking. His chest was hairless and smooth just as I’d hoped. It was thick with muscles. How could he be so strong when he sat at a desk all day?

  I blushed and then looked away from him.

  He came closer to me. “I think I need you to turn around. It opens at the back, right?”

  I nodded without meeting his eye. I turned so he could unhook all the tiny hooks.

  “You’re packed in safer than Fort Knox,” he joked, but he continued very determined.

  He made a satisfied noise when he was finished. He laid the corset to the side. I heard him pick up my wedding dress and move it too. The material rustled as he held it in his hands and laid it down. He then picked up my stockings and shoes and put them to the side too. I stood still where he’d left me.

  I had my arms folded over my breasts as I stood there in my underwear and the garter belt. I jumped a little when his hands touched me trying to figure out how to open it.

  “I’m going to need help with this. How did they get it on you?” He sounded amused.

  “It opens in the front.” My hands flew to open it so he wouldn’t walk around and see my breasts. At the same time, he grabbed my hips to turn me. My breasts bounced right in front of him.

  He took a sharp intake of breath. He forgot the garter belt and his hands stroked over my breasts.

  “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.” He fondled them for a long time. Then he brought his mouth to my nipple. He took it in his mouth and suckled on it for a while. With his other hand he played with the other one.

  I was still shaking, but I was also finding it difficult to breathe. I felt the butterflies in my stomach that everyone always talks about. I even noticed it when my back arched in an odd way so that my breasts thrust up to him.

  He groaned when I did that. I laid my hands on his arms. I had a feeling like my knees could give in at any second. I somehow wanted more. But I didn’t know what more was.

  He let go of my breasts and his hands stroked down over my belly to my garter belt. He removed it easily. Then he knelt down in front of me again. He had his hands on my hips. He took another deep breath, and then he hooked his fingers in my underwear and pulled them down.

  I was shaking terribly as I stepped out of my underwear. He stayed knelt on the floor, looking at me down there. I was suddenly very thankful to Nanny for all the attention she’d given that area.

  “You’re more than beautiful. You’re perfect.” He let his hand glide over to the juncture in between my legs. He let a finger go in between the lips down there, and he touched me high up there.

  The feeling was so intense that I jerked away.

  “I’m sorry, that was my fault. I’ll be more gentle, sweetheart.” His voice was so soft and light. He stood up and turned away from me.

  My arms instantly covered up my private parts.

  He opened a drawer and pulled out a folded white cloth. He unfolded it as he walked. With precision, he laid it still partly folded on the edge of the bed.

  I knew what it was for. It was supposed to catch the blood I’d soon spill. I’d read about things like that in history books that had been in the school library.

  I was very cold then. He was going to take me now. He turned to me and smiled. I dropped my head and tried very hard not to cry.

  He wrapped me in his arms again. He was at least warm. “I’ll always keep all my promises to you. I’ll be as gentle as possible. The last thing I want to do is hurt you, but this is just something that gets better and easier each time.”

  He was pushing my hair out of my face. He gave me another one of his smiles as he led me to the bed.

  I stepped backwards the way he was directing me.

  He sat me down on the white cloth and leaned me back.

  My heart was racing. Part of me wanted to run for it and part of me just wanted to get it over with. He was my husband; I didn’t have a choice. Even if I was shaking and scared, I had to grin and bear it. But I couldn’t grin.

  I heard him opening his trousers and taking them off. He laid them over the chair by my dress and our other things. Then he picked up the last of my discarded things. He was kneeling on the floor again. He placed his hands in between my knees and gently pulled them apart. I felt him move in closer in between them.

  I waited for him to insert himself into me, but he didn’t. He was touching me with his fingers again. He was indeed being very gentle, but still I felt tears rolling down my face. I wasn’t very brave, not at all.

  He stroked, and I cried. I hoped he wouldn’t notice. He stuck a finger into me just like the doctor had done at my virginity test. That even hurt. How was I going to take his penis?

  He removed his finger and stroked me some more. This time he was getting rougher about it, but he wasn’t hurting me. It felt very nice even.

  I wanted to move against him, but I didn’t dare. I had to control myself. These things were for his pleasure not mine.

  Still, I felt a pleasure building in
me though I didn’t understand it. I reached out and grabbed the corners of the white sheet and held them tightly in my hands.

  His hands left me, and then in one terrible moment, he’d pushed into me. I gasped in my surprise and in my pain. I’d never felt such a pain.

  More tears spilled out of my eyes. I let go of the sheet and brought my hands sadly to my heart. I wished that it would be over with.

  He waited without moving. The pain didn’t lesson. I wanted to beg him to stop and to take it back out, but I remembered what Nanny had said about playing games.

  He started to take it out. Was he finished? Was it finally over with?

  He pushed it back in. The tears were pouring out of me. He stopped again, but his thing was deep inside me.

  “Hush, sweetheart. You’re doing so well.” He started moving it again. He was even gaining speed.

  I prayed that he’d finish soon. He stopped again. I concentrated on my breathing as I stared at the ceiling, avoiding his eye. He was running his hands all over me. “Relax, sweetheart, it will hurt less if you do.” He moved his fingers back in between my legs. He was petting me there again, and he wasn’t moving.

  It slowly started hurting less. He was saying something in soft tones, and I started to relax a little. I registered that he was praising me.

  He started moving again. His hands moved to my hips to hold me in place. He was really moving now. My body was getting warmer and warmer under his touch.

  The pain became bearable.

  He went on and on until at last he drove himself deeply into me and held still. He made weird noises and fell down on top of me.

  His body was very warm as it laid on top of mine. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do now.

  He was having difficulties breathing. Once he’d calmed down, he looked at me again.

  I guessed that he’d already seen the tears, so I didn’t try to hide them. He stared in my eyes and stroked my face. “I love you, sweetheart,” he had tears in his eyes too. “I’m so sorry that hurt you so much. But now we’re truly married. We get to be together for the rest of our lives.”

  I reached out to touch his face. I tried to smile at him.

  He pulled me in close and held me until I started to feel sleepy again.

  “I think we need to get cleaned up. Let’s take a shower.” He pulled himself out of me. The moment I’d been waiting for since he started had arrived. He stood up and looked down at me. He looked surprised somehow.

  I looked down at myself. Everything seemed the same.

  He cleared his throat and helped me up.

  My legs wouldn’t support me, and I fell down.

  He caught me and carried me into his bathroom; which was a lot bigger than mine.

  The bathroom was done in his signature color, brown. It had brown marble with golden faucets. The room was very manly. He set me down on the side of his tub.

  It hurt to sit, and I was fighting the tears again.

  He got the water warm in the shower going and helped me to my feet again. I let him do what he wanted with me.

  Thank god he was so strong, or I’d have slipped.

  I wanted to ask him how often he planned to do that to me in our marriage. I hoped it wouldn’t be often. He washed me thoroughly, which embarrassed me all the more.

  He dried me off and carried me back to bed. That’s when I saw all the blood on the white sheet. I thought for sure that I’d be sick. The tears were back again.

  He led me to the other side of the bed and tucked me in. He kissed me on the forehead and said nothing.

  I didn’t say anything either. I had no clue what I could have said.

  He moved away from me and removed the sheet.

  I hoped that he’d burn it. My heart felt like it was breaking.

  Why would anyone want to get married?

  He lay down in bed next to me and pulled me in close to him. He turned me so I was facing him.

  I closed my eyes so I didn’t have to look at him.

  “My sweet little girl, it will never be that bad again. Daddy is so sorry that you’re hurt.” He kissed me some more until I yawned.

  I fell asleep shortly after.

  Chapter 7 – Call Me Daddy

  Brian was once again pleased with his choice of wife.

  The wedding had been small, but it had gone off without a hitch.

  The only thing that had made him worry was when he saw her father hiding behind a pillar at the back of the church.

  Brian had figured that he’d come to make a scene and embarrass her. He informed the security team to throw him out if he tried to do anything to ruin Amelia’s big day.

  He was so glad when his man whispered in his ear that James had left right after the ceremony.

  Brian had been holding his breath, especially when the pastor had asked if anyone had something against them getting married.

  Now that Amelia was truly his, he felt safe. He could relax with her. She wouldn’t be getting away from him. She was his for the rest of their lives.

  ***

  I was dreaming that it was warm and sunny. I felt so happy and comfortable. Something was carrying me higher and higher. My breaths were coming in shallow. My hands were moving, trying to grab onto something to help me hold tightly.

  I screamed out when I couldn’t take it anymore. My heart slowly started to settle down, and I started to wake up.

  I wasn’t alone. He was with me, and he was pushing his thing into me again. “Please no,” I was crying again.

  “Hush, sweetheart. It’s already a lot better than yesterday, isn’t it?” He always used such soft tones. Like he was talking to a small scared child.

  He was right. It wasn’t as bad as last night. It still hurt a lot, but it was bearable.

  He pumped himself into me again and again.

  I held onto his shoulders as he rocked in and out of me.

  “It feels so good to be inside of you.” He was breathing very heavily, and when he was deep inside of me; he was giving me that same feeling from just before. My hips started to rise up against him.

  “That’s it, baby girl. Raise those hips up to Daddy.”

  What he was doing felt better and better with each thrust. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was already gripping at his shoulders, but it wasn’t helping. “Brian.” I called out his name, and he stopped immediately.

  His eyes were filled with disappointment. He held himself deeply inside of me without moving. “I don’t want you to call me that, never again. Do you understand?” He looked very mad at the end.

  I nodded frustrated. I just wanted him to continue.

  “If you ever do it again, I’ll punish you. Have I made myself clear?”

  I nodded again. The magical spell I’d been feeling was over. I looked him in the eyes. He really did look like he was going to hit me. A chill went through my body.

  He sighed. “I’m not trying to scare you, sweetheart. This is just really important to me. I realize that your father never took care of you like he should, but your daddy will take care of you forever. I want you to call me Daddy.” He started moving again. My need for him built up so quickly. “Say it, Amelia. Call me your Daddy.” He was moving so slowly in and out of me, painfully slowly. I needed more.

  “Please Daddy, love me,” I begged him.

  “That’s my good girl. Always call me your Daddy. Daddy is going to make everything all better for his little girl.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I said, turning him even more on.

  “I love you so much, sweetheart.” He came inside of me then. He looked completely happy.

  I’d finally figured out why he wanted me. I was still panting and thinking about what had just happened.

  Everyone had called him Brian at the wedding. It hadn’t bothered him at all. He’d gotten upset like a parent would if their child had called them by their first name.

  Was I okay with this?

  The wheels were turning in my head. I wanted to know what h
aving a Daddy entailed, but I wasn’t ready to ask him. Playing along seemed to be the best idea.

  This life had to be better than what my father had wanted for me, homeless and on the streets. He’d probably pictured me begging for my meals and a place to stay. He’d probably envisioned me having to sell myself too. I turned away from Brian and cried.

  His hand was petting my shoulder. “I’m so sorry that it still hurts. It will get better, sweetheart, I promise.” He was talking to me like a child.

  It was working too. I was settling down. I turned to him so quickly that he was taken aback. I sobbed onto his chest. I remembered every word that had passed between us. It was so obvious now, but I didn’t want to leave his side either. He was the only person who had ever been good to me.

  “Hush, my sweet little angel. I’m here; it’s all better now. I love you. You’re safe now.” He held me for a long time.

  I was almost starting to doze off when we heard a knock on the door. I pulled the blanket up high covering myself up. He laughed. “It’s time for breakfast in bed, sweetheart.”

  He got out of bed completely naked and went to the door and got a tray that had been laid in front of the door. He brought the tray to my side of the bed. “What does my little girl want to have?”

  He looked so happy. He probably wanted to live out this fantasy for a very long time.

  I looked at what there was. “Can I have some eggs and toast, Daddy?”

  “Of course, sweetheart.” He took a plate and filled it for me. He looked so pleased with me as he gave it to me and watched me eat.

  I knew that other men liked their wives to dress up as nuns or cheerleaders. This was probably a lot more normal than that, I thought.

  I opened my mouth to say something and then closed it again. I was making him nervous.

  It reminded me of what had happened in his office a couple of days ago. He must have thought that I was going to call the wedding off because I’d figured everything out.

  No, I wasn’t that smart. I needed everything spelled out to me, even to the letter.