by Dani Wyatt
The sun drifts through the partially closed shades, throwing light and shadows across the room. My work is completed for now. I’m still dressed in my suit from the early morning two-hour Skype call I had with the board of directors. When I finally got them to agree to the handover timeframe and my new appointee, it was nearly ten in the morning. I’d only grabbed a couple hours of sleep through the night, but now I’m as awake as I’ve ever been.
But that’s all behind me. All that exists for me now is her.
“You will do as you’re told, won’t you, Lexi?” I twist a bit of her hair in my fingers, watching her eyes search my face. “You liked Daddy’s rules. I could see it in your eyes last night.”
Her nod is all I need. I’ve never been so proud. To know she’s mine is my greatest achievement, and I will do everything in my power to take care of her for the rest of our lives.
Our lives.
She is my family.
During our dinner last night, we talked about family. She told me about her parents. The tragic car accident that left her an orphan. I gave her some of my background. Our mutual understanding of the unique life of being a child part of the care system here in this country. More and more, we find things that bring us together. Things that would be so hard for anyone else to understand.
I told her how I found my birth mother briefly. Then that I had reconnected with my sister. Every part of her life she shared with me, I tried to balance with something equal about myself. A giving of our history to each other. We have so much to catch up on, but still, nothing feels missing.
“Good girl.” I’ve also never been so goddamned hard.
She’s done exactly as I asked, every step of the way, and her compliance is more of an aphrodisiac than most people would ever understand. She’s put on the clothes I left next to her on the bed as she slept. She’s followed the instructions I left in my note to the letter. Her respect for my commands is ramping up my already fevered desire.
On the nightstand, I see the plate with remnants of the breakfast I left for her in the warming oven in the kitchen. Such a good girl doing as she was told.
I’ve never been a man of God, but I swear there are hymns beginning to play in my head because I’m as close to heaven as I’ve ever been.
She’s wearing the pink nightgown. It’s cotton with white lace trim. Tiny roses dance in generous bouquets over the sheer fabric, her nipples pushing through, hard and ready, waiting for my mouth.
But what’s got my head really spinning is the white ruffled panties. I can only see the vague outline of them, waiting for me under the nightgown, but in my imagination, I see every detail. They’ve been my fantasy since the moment I saw her. The many ways that I want her are beyond any sensible measure, and now, knowing she understands what this is between us, only makes it more beautiful.
More right.
Not wrong.
It could never be wrong anymore.
Before, I was so terrified she would think me vile. Indecent. But it’s just another sign we are one another’s destiny. She is the one woman born to belong to me, and no matter what happens, there will never be another.
Not for me.
Not ever.
She is more than mine.
She is bound to me.
And I to her.
And now is the moment to show her just how our life will be from now on. Nothing held back. No more fear. Just us, who we will be, what we will share.
“You’ve followed Daddy’s instructions so well. I’m so proud of you, princess. You look perfect.”
The same smile that curves her lips tightens my balls. My cum belongs to her, and I’m more than ready to fill her with every inch of me.
“Thank you. It feels a little funny.” She looks down at the outfit I’ve picked for her. Her hands fret with the lace trim around the neckline as her cheeks and chest stain pink with her uncertainty.
“Does your pussy feel funny too, Babygirl?”
Her eyes dart to mine. At first, filled with surprise, then twinkling, darkening. She shifts a bit on her bare feet, her knees rubbing together, and I imagine how wet I hope she is right now. For me.
She pinches her lips together and observes me from beneath her lashes.
I run my tongue over my teeth, admiring her discomfort. I watch her hands drop from her neckline, feel them settle against my forearm before running down to my hand. I love the feel of her as she touches me. The knowledge that she needs me.
“You need to answer me when I ask you a question, baby. Don’t just stare. Daddy doesn’t like to ask twice. Does your pussy feel funny? My pussy.”
I bring my hand down, and both of her hands grasp on to me. I step sideways, pulling her behind me toward the bed. My room has never looked more perfect than it does with her in it. I need her on my bed. Now. Making this place truly a home.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers as we reach the side of the bed. “Yes, it feels funny.”
The way we’ve fallen into our relationship roles is more than magic. It’s destiny.
“Hop up here.” I pat the edge of the bed and let her hands go. They instinctively smooth down the front of the nightgown, catching on her nipples, emphasizing the curve of her magnificent tits.
As she turns to settle on the bed, the light coming through the window falls softly on her shoulder, her hip, silhouetting her curves as they move beneath the light fabric. My mouth starts to water at the sight of it, as I watch her gently bite her lip, shifting to make herself comfortable, looking more perfect there than anything I could dream of.
I imagine the way her tits would feel in my mouth. The memory of her cunt on my tongue is still fresh from yesterday. How I’d wanted so badly to take her completely last night, to tie her to my bed for my own pleasure.
But this is better. I had things that needed to be done, business that needed to be taken care of. Now, with all that out of the way, I am free to enjoy her. Leaving her last night was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but it was right.
Her hands clasp together in her lap, the little pastel accents on the tips of her hair making her look truly like a doll. And that’s exactly what she is. My doll. Like some imaginary laboratory created her just for me.
“Now.” I step forward, pushing my thighs between her knees, opening a gap exactly my width for me. A hand instinctively goes to her hair and gives it a rough tug, forcing her to look up into my face.
Without hesitation, I lean down and take her lips with mine, listen to the deep breath she takes when my tongue pushes inside her mouth. Her body shivers as I deepen our kiss, my beast raging inside as the momentum builds.
In my mind’s eye, I see my cum dripping from her. From her sweet, freckled nose. From her chin. From her cunt. I see it everywhere, and it’s beautiful.
I brush my hands over the thin fabric that covers her tits, feel the resistance of the nipples, taste the scent of her cunt as it comes up to mix with our kiss. I have to break our connection, have to give myself time to take her mind as well as her body. I shift back a step, leaving her legs open and her mouth agape.
“Who’s in charge here?” I ask, watching her swallow as my words harden.
“You are…” Her lips still shine with our kiss. Her eyelashes flicker, covering and uncovering her doe-brown eyes.
“Who is?” I grunt. If she’s read the rules I left for her last night, she will know she’s fucked up. The way she immediately swallows and shoves her hands under her ass, I can see she’s just realized the slipup.
“You are, Daddy.”
The beauty of my name on her lips is unlike any musical masterpiece my ears have ever heard.
“I’m going to let that one go. We are just starting out, after all. But in future, if you do not use my name when you reply to a direct question from me, there will be consequences. You understand me, Babygirl?” I center my forefinger under her chin and make sure she’s looking directly into my face.
A tiny yelp catches in her throat, and
she nods, eyes focused on me, while her answer drips slowly from her lips like honey. “Yes, I understand, Daddy.”
I reach down and twist her nipple through her nightgown, enjoying the shudder that shakes her little shoulders. The scoop neck on the nightgown shows off the flush covering her body, her natural acknowledgment of the power I hold over her. I’m shocked to notice my own hand shaking ever so slightly. The amount of restraint I’m forced to use right now is having an effect on me.
She yelps and mewls, unable to contain her pleasure. I move my hand to find the other nipple and tweak it even harder than the first, watching as her legs jerk and try to come together. But I’m already ahead of her, shoving my knee between them and shaking my head as I shoot her a stern stare.
“I know you read my rules, sweet girl. I also know it will take you time to make them part of who you are. But trust me when I say, if you ever close your legs on me again, you will be sorry.”
Tears start to fill her eyes. The salty water threatens to spill over her lower lids. It does not deter me in the least. In fact, it only sends the animal inside me raging. I see my little girl, the one I’ve waited for my entire life, and no amount of restraint will stop me from taking what’s mine.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whispers, her voice almost cracking as she leans her head back and takes a glance at the ceiling. I see her trying to be strong. To fight off the quivering chin. And it only tells me more about what she needs.
I step back a few inches. “Take off your nightgown. Do it slowly.”
Her trembling fingers dance at the hem before raising it slowly up her creamy thighs. Her skin is like alabaster, in such stark contrast to her to her dark eyes and hair. I can’t wait to see if she followed my orders and made sure she is clean and bare for me.
Her hands gather the fabric into fists. My eyes sting with passion as I get my first glimpse of the pure white ruffled panties. I want to lean down and chew them off her sweet cunt. As she raises the gown up over her head, the pink fabric tousles her hair, throwing it into a mess of rainbow colors and dark, dark depths.
“Throw it on the floor.”
I want a mess around us when we are done, and that idea surprises me. I’ve never thrown clothes on the floor before. I’m usually such a neat and tidy person. But right now, I want to ruin everything around us. I want to ruin her.
The sight of Lexi sitting on the edge of my bed, her legs dangling down, wearing nothing but the sweet little panties is something I will never forget. This moment is burned into my mind forever.
“I’m scared.” She mutters, lowering her chin. For a moment, I wonder if she’s playing, toying with me, pushing her luck and my buttons, but there is the ring of truth in the tone of her voice, and I can barely contain myself.
I brush the backs of my fingers up the milky white skin on her inner thigh, her eyes following as I move upward. Her skin trembles under my touch as I get closer to the heaven between her legs.
“What are you scared of?” I ask, wanting more than anything just to throw her back onto the bed and sink into her sweet cunt, to stay there for eternity.
A single errant tear falls from the tip of her nose, breaking against the back of my hand as she shakes her head. My fingers press just inside, where her inner thigh meets her outer pussy lips. The contact makes her jump, and her hands fly to cross over her belly as she holds herself.
She releases a soft whimper, and I tangle my other hand in the hair at the back of her head, gripping, taming her while my fingers pinch the ruffles between her legs and pull to reveal what’s mine.
"Shh, Babygirl. Daddy just needs to push your panties aside. Be still. I need to see how wet you are before I fuck you senseless." I seethe the words into her ear as my fingers push beneath the elastic, feeling the slickness of her wet folds.
Her scent is already filling my nose. My mouth waters for a taste, and my cock is ready to blow.
“That feels good, Daddy,” she whispers, her legs inching apart, and I nearly come undone at the sight of her.
“It’s going to feel so much better, Babygirl, when you give me what I need. And I will take good care of you, princess. Such good care.”
I knew last night when my tongue got its first taste of her sweet pussy that I was done for. It was like a bomb exploding inside me. She branded me, and I drowned in her taste. I’m ruined by her. There will never be another.
“But I have to know, you have to tell me if I hurt you, okay?”
I lodge my fingers at her soaking entrance, listening to her sweet breath catching in her throat. Her scent fills my nostrils, clouds my brain, and I draw it deep into my lungs, making her a part of me. Her cunt is on fire, wet and hot, as my fingers push barely inside her opening, ready to finger-fuck her just to the edge of orgasm then hold her there.
“Yes, Daddy. I will.” Her breathy words sound so vulnerable and trusting. It makes me fucking crazy.
With one hand, I reach up into her hair, tugging her head back so she is forced to lock eyes with me. Then with her immobile, I shove two fingers deep into her cunt. Her juices are already dripping down my hand as I stroke her front wall with my fingertips, making her mouth fall open in a wide “O.”
I grit my teeth and grunt my words. “Kiss Daddy.” I watch her wide eyes flick to mine, searching for comfort, and lower my voice to a hiss. “Kiss Daddy like a big girl.”
I bring my face down, leaving an inch between us, and loosen my hold on her head just enough to give her the freedom to move forward.
She gives me exactly what I want, bringing her tentative lips to mine in a soft, sweet kiss. I want to jam my tongue down her throat, but instead, I stay steady. I have to let the little girl in her please her Daddy with her sweet lips.
When she draws back, I see the need in her eyes. The desire and lust. Desire to be sure. To be safe. To know she’s pleased me.
“Good girl,” I whisper and see the relief in her eyes at those simple, powerful words. I let my fingers sink inside her until they tap at the hard tip of her cervix, making her shudder. “No one else will ever be here. You understand you belong to me now, don’t you? Daddy owns all of this pussy. All of this body. I’ll do what I want with it, when I want, and for how long I want.”
I bring her to the edge, fucking her fast and hard, pressing into that sweet spot and listening to her need grow with each shaky breath. Her pussy pulses and she’s ready to go off, but I want her beautiful, pleasured song to be part of me as well.
“I’m going to never put anything between us ever. You want that, don’t you?”
The thought of my seed finding home inside her sends rampant possessiveness through my brain.
“Yes.” Her breathy reply says more than the word. She nods, and her pussy nearly pulls at my dick until it breaks. “I want that. I want us inside me. Growing.”
Knowing she wants the same thing nearly sets me off, and it takes all of my power to keep it under control. I slow down. Breathing and focusing until the tightening in my balls subsides a bit. But in this moment, thinking of her carrying my baby, I’m happier than I’ve ever been.
I take my time, watching her every move. The way she takes a few shallow breaths through open lips. Then closes them, swallows with her eyelids drooping shut.
I feel the subtle changes in her inner walls pulsing and grabbing, the way her body responds to my every touch. I know that I am peeling each layer of her back while my fingers learn everything they can about her from the inside out.
Over and over, I bring her to the edge of release, time and again, forward and back like waves rocking against the shore, crashing over her serene face. I feel her approach delirium, and I know that she’s ready. I want to feel her go off and soak my hand.
“You going to come…” I grunt, “…come for Daddy?” I watch her eyes roll back, and she nods vigorously.
Her hands fly up to dig into the tops of my arms, clinging to me for dear life. “Do it,” I bark. “Now.” I flick her clit with my th
umb, and the scream that begins in her throat ends inside my kiss.
I take her mouth with mine, pulling more of her orgasm with my fingers, digging deep inside her, reveling in her body’s natural reaction as her hips roll and jump on the edge of the bed. Her cunt squirts into my palm, dripping down my wrist.
Her fingertips claw at me, and I know in this instant her pussy is going to rule me for the rest of my days. Her body releases another flood of cum, and I’ve never felt anything more beautiful in my life.
Drawing out my drenched digits, I bring them to her lips and paint the glistening evidence of her pleasure over her own face.
“Taste it,” I order as her breath begins to slow. Her eyes open and focus on my face. “That belongs to me, you understand? I’ll share it with you as I see fit. From this day on, all your orgasms belong to me, to do with as I please. You don’t come without me. Not ever. You don’t touch yourself without my express permission. All this is mine. You understand?”
She nods as I bring my hand to my mouth and lick her essence off my fingers while my mouth waters for more.
“Yes, Daddy. I do.” The fingers that a second ago bit into the flesh of my arms even through my shirt now come to rest on the sides of my face, sweet and soft and needy. I realize how desperately I have wanted her to need me. How it fulfills a part of me that has long lain empty and forgotten.
How I suddenly feel complete as she looks to me for her everything.
Just when I think my dick can’t get any harder, it surprises me and pumps fuller, longer, thicker. Last night when I got her sweet lips on me, I thought that was the pinnacle, the fullest extent of how big and solid my boy could get. But from the way my dick is fighting its way up under my belt right now, I’m not so sure anymore.
“I want those hands on your nipples Babygirl. I want you to squeeze and pinch them for Daddy. I need to see you do that, do you understand?”
She pushes her chest out on her own accord as her flesh is exposed, and her hands drift down from my face. I miss them but she’s doing as she’s told, and that’s a pleasure that is hard to explain.