Daddy's Precious Jewel (Claimed By Daddy Book 1)

by Polly Carter

  “Oh!” Pearl gasped, running for the bedroom, diving onto the bed and hiding her head under a pillow.

  “Hey, little one,” Marcus said as he followed her in and sat on the bed beside her. “Come here.” He pulled her to him and plonked her on his knee despite her squirming and hiding her face. “I have a secret. Do you want to hear it?”

  Pearl nodded but didn’t lift her face.

  “I can’t tell you unless you lift your head. I have to whisper it in your ear because it’s a very secret secret.”

  Pearl raised her head just enough so she could see him. “What is it?”

  “Let me whisper in your ear,” he said again. Pearl raised her ear to him. “Are you sure you want me to tell you?” he asked, teasing her.

  “Yes,” she nodded, adding slowly and seriously. “I love secrets, and I won’t tell anyone else in the whole wide world.”

  “Do you promise not to tell?”

  “I promise.”

  “Okay then.” Marcus put his lips to her ear and whispered softly. “I want you to call me Daddy. Could you do that, do you think? For me?”

  Pearl shuddered at his words, a shiver rippling through her as her heart beat so fast from happiness she could scarcely breathe or talk.

  She pressed her face flat against his chest and then almost imperceptibly nodded her head.

  Marcus kissed the top of her head and laughed. “Are you going to hide from me all night? Or shall Daddy and his Little girl go and get some burgers for dinner?”

  Still unable to look at him, Pearl nodded and allowed him to slip her off his knee.

  “Yes, Daddy?” he prompted her. “I’ll close my eyes so I can’t see you.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered to the floor with a little giggle.

  “That’s my baby girl,” he cried, picking her up and whirling her around as he kissed her, then putting her down.

  “Come on,” he said gaily, and taking her hand, he led her from the flat.

  Chapter 16

  Marcus

  Daddy or not, Marcus could easily have whooped and jumped for joy like a kid himself. He had been almost one hundred percent certain that he wasn’t mistaken in thinking Pearl had a Little inside who would love to have a Daddy, but having it confirmed was a huge relief. He was confident they wanted the same thing and he couldn’t wait to care for her, spoil her, and give her full rein to explore her inner Little. He felt himself immediately harden as he also realised that there was no longer anything in the way of him fully claiming her as his own. His one experience of introducing her to love-making had left him hungering to not only repeat that but to introduce her to all the other big girl delights that awaited her. Tonight would be the night.

  He didn’t press her about anything else while they ate. He bought her the kid’s meal she asked for, fussed over her, wiped her face, listened to her chat about the week, laughed at her funny stories, and by the time dinner was over, she had relaxed. She was still a bit tentative, but he loved that about her, finding it ineffably heart-melting. He so badly wanted to wrap her in his arms, but resisted the temptation until they were at the flat.

  “Well, little girl,” he said once they were inside. “I think it’s almost time for bed, don’t you? Would you like Daddy to run you a bubble bath first?”

  Pearl’s eyes opened wide at the easy way he had called himself Daddy. She hid her face so he couldn’t see her happy expression, and nodded.

  “Can you say ‘Yes, Daddy’?” he prompted her gently. “Like a good girl.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she said softly. It was still hard, but not quite as hard this time.

  “Good girl,” he praised her, gently tugging one of her bunches. She bent forward slightly, tucked both her hands between her knees and grinned up at him. “Cheeky girl,” he said with a laugh and pulled her other bunch. “Do you want to take those out or leave them in while you have your bath?”

  Pearl’s hands went to her head and covered her tiny pigtails. “Leave them in,” she said firmly.

  “All right. You can leave them in. I’m going to start the bath and fetch your pyjamas. Would you like to keep watching your movie while you’re waiting? I’ll turn it on for you before I start the bath.”

  “Yes, please, Daddy,” she managed to add all by herself as she ran to the couch and plonked herself on it, pulling her knees up, hugging her teddy bear to her and putting her hand to her face as though to suck her thumb, but only gently brushing the bear’s paw back and forth across her nose.

  Marcus turned on the taps, added some bubbles, put a towel on the chair next to the bath, then joined her on the couch while they waited for the bath to fill.

  “Shall Daddy undress you, baby?” he asked when the water had been running for a while. She nodded, but made no move other than clutching her bear tighter. Marcus chuckled. “You’ll have to put the bear down for a minute.” He took the bear and she reluctantly let go. “He can keep watching the movie, while you get ready for your bath. Stand up here in front of me.”

  Pearl slid on her bottom off the couch and onto the floor. Marcus leaned down and tickled her. She giggled and rolled over, gasping for breath. He joined her on the floor and tickled her again. She laughed and tried to wriggle away but he held her down with both hands.

  “Do you want Daddy to stop tickling you?”

  “Yes. Please!” she gasped breathlessly between giggles and wriggles.

  “Yes, please, who?” Marcus asked, raising one hand as though to tickle her again.

  “Yes, please, Daddy!” Pearl said loudly. “Please don’t tickle me anymore.”

  “All right,” Marcus said, after pretending to consider whether he would or not. “I’ll stop but only if you are a good girl and let Daddy undress you. Will you?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” This time it was more confident, and Pearl smiled coyly at him as she used the new moniker.

  “Come on, then,” Marcus said, standing up and pulling her up beside him. “Let’s get you undressed in the bathroom.”

  He held her hand as they went to the bath, letting go so he could turn the taps off after first swishing the water to check it was a good temperature. Then he knelt down so he could untie the shoelaces on her shoes, and pull her shoes and socks off. He tucked the socks into the shoes and set them neatly under the chair in the bathroom. Standing up, he took hold of her blouse. “Arms up.” Pearl lifted her arms above her head so he could pull her top off. Next he undid the zip on her skirt and picked it up after it had fallen to the floor and she’d stepped out of it. He folded both garments and placed them on the chair.

  He reached behind and unhooked her bra and, as it slipped over her shoulders, her breasts tumbled out and he had to fight to stop himself from cupping his hands around their plump, pink-tipped beauty. “Right, pants off and then you can hop in.” He kept his voice calm so as not to break the mood as he slid her panties down over her legs. “Foot up,” he said. “Now the other one.” And then she was completely naked. He quietly sucked in his breath as he covertly admired her loveliness. Kneeling by the bath once she was in, he soaped her as she played with the bubbles, and they blew them at each other. She giggled when one got caught on his hair and sat there for a second like a tiny round hat. He ran the soap over her breasts but allowed her, this time, to wash between her legs herself.

  “Would you like to come out and play grown-up games with me?” he asked once she was clean. He was impatient to have her on the bed so he could explore all her succulent treasures with his hands, his mouth and his cock, the last of which was so rock hard it was beginning to ache. Release was becoming uppermost in his mind.

  He picked up a towel and held it out for her, encouraging her to step out of the bath. “Come, baby.”

  He pulled the plug as she stood up and climbed out. Then he wrapped the towel around her, picked her up and carried her to the bed. Stretched out next to her, he leaned over and gently kissed her, letting the kiss linger and feeling her relax under him.

/>   “Did you enjoy your bath?” he asked when the kiss ended. She nodded. Her eyes, dark with expectation, held his and he could see her breasts under the towel rising and falling with shudders as her breathing became erratic. “Can I unwrap you?” he asked. She nodded. His own throat was tight making speech difficult so he didn’t press her for a verbal answer. He could see she was tense, but hoped it was nervous excitement brought on by unfamiliarity not fear or reluctance. “First I want to know that you are absolutely okay with anything we do. Remember, if you want me to stop at any time say barlese. I will stop straight away and will never be cross with you. Okay?”

  “Yes,” Pearl said, frowning. “But I don’t understand why I wouldn’t be okay. What are you going to do?”

  “Nothing that will hurt or harm you, precious girl. I promise. To start with, all I want to do is unwrap your towel so I can see your beautiful body. Will you let me?”

  She nodded shyly and didn’t move as he peeled away both sides of the towel. He gazed at her body in lustful admiration for a few seconds then into her eyes.

  “I want to make love to you so much, my darling. Do you want me to do that too?”

  She nodded harder, bouncing her head up and down to show how much she wanted it.

  “Good,” he growled thickly, unable to hide the relief in his voice. “And remember you can say barlese at any time if something hurts or doesn’t feel good or you get scared or anything.”

  She nodded, reaching her hand up to touch his face and then slipping it behind his head and gently pulling so he would bend down and kiss her. The ground rules laid down, her willingness and own desire matching his, the dam burst and his passion spilled out in a flood engulfing them both.

  Snatching her to him, he crushed her mouth, all but devouring it with his lips and tongue. Inexperienced as she was, he could feel her surrendering herself to voluptuous abandonment, her body pressed against him, her mouth locked in a passionate duel with his. Pushing her down, he raised his head then lowered it to catch a delicate pink bud gently between his teeth before he closed his whole mouth over the plump flesh of her breast. Her hands clutched at his hair as she gasped for breath, every new sensation sending hot chills through her.

  Leaving that breast, he moved his attention to the other one, savouring its slightly soapy flavour as he licked her nipple and then teased her by flicking it with his tongue.

  “Do you want this, baby?” he murmured.

  “Yes. Yes, please,” she cried, desperate to gift him her other cherry, something she knew without any doubt she no longer wanted. She pushed him up. “Let me take off your shirt,” she begged breathlessly, her fingers already pulling at his buttons. As she pushed his shirt open, she sucked in her breath at the sight of his naked chest, sculpted to perfection and decorated with a patch of black curly hair that she immediately ran her hands through as she looked up at him in adoration. His face was taut with desire as he slipped his shirt off so she could explore the curves of his arms and chest and the hard flatness of his belly.

  “Shall I get rid of these too?” he asked, undoing his trousers.

  Her eyes wide, she nodded, watching him as he stood up, pulled a small packet from his pocket and then took off his trousers and boxer shorts. Fully naked, he took his bursting erection in his hand, searching her face for a reaction as he slipped on a condom. He was comfortable with his body, but unsure how she would feel confronted with the reality of what was about to happen. For what seemed forever, she stared, her mouth open, then she raised her eyes to his and smiled an invitation.

  Lying next to her, he kissed her tenderly as his hand roamed across her breasts and belly and then stroked her thighs before sliding up and over her mound. Unlike most women he’d been with, she had a small cluster of blonde curls, which he found, like everything about her, utterly enchanting. He gently squeezed and rubbed her plump folds, alternately kissing her and lifting his head to watch the expressions flitting across her face.

  “Okay?” he asked, gently probing her with one finger.

  She slowly blinked and let out a long trembling sigh.

  While his fingers gently dipped into her hot, slippery wetness, sliding a little further in each time, he kissed her mouth, then moved down her body, kissing every inch of the path between her lips. He wanted to make sure her first time was as delicious and blissful as it could possibly be, and was using every ounce of self-control he had to get her completely ready before he took possession.

  Sliding his mouth down, he parted her thighs, noting no resistance as she arched her hips up to him. Excellent. She was greedy for the pleasure he could give her. Pushing his hands under her bottom, he held her up against his mouth as his tongue lapped at her little hard nub, pacing himself to match her increasing agitation. He could hear her breathing becoming louder and quicker as her hands fluttered against the bed, clutching the bedspread. Then a deepening moan on each breath as her body went rigid told him she was close, and he pushed her harder until she cried out as her hips thrust up and her head rocked from side to side. He quickly moved his mouth to her belly, kissing up towards her mouth as he moved over her and she threw her arms around his neck.

  “Open your legs a bit wider, my darling,” he whispered, feeling her immediately part her thighs and draw her knees higher. He slid his finger in and out of her, then two fingers as he prepared her for the final invasion. He used his hand to line himself up perfectly, then pushed forward. “Relax, baby. Relax as much as you can. This might hurt,” he whispered, feeling resistance. “But it will be over quickly.” He gave one short, sharp thrust, felt her give, heard her cry, and at last was right inside. His heart swelled; he was home.

  He paused for a moment to look tenderly at her. “You okay, baby?”

  She nodded, her wide eyes shining in the light like two round full moons.

  Not taking his eyes off her, he slid out and then gently in. Her eyes folded shut with the pressure inside her and then opened. He moved in and out again and this time as her eyes opened a happy smile played about her mouth and he knew she was his.

  Slowly at first, he introduced her to the pleasure another body could bring hers. She moved under him, her breathing quickening and she began moaning with every new thrust. He’d waited so long and she was so intoxicating as she matched his rhythm, he felt his control slipping and all too soon he tipped over the point of no return. “I’m going to take you now,” he growled as he plundered her velvet treasure, riding her harder and faster until he cried out, shaking as his body climaxed and pumped out its seed into the waiting sheath.

  Chapter 17

  Pearl

  The weeks until Ray was due flew by, and for Pearl they were the happiest of her life: she had her dream job, a beautiful apartment to live in, and she was hopelessly in love with the gorgeous Marcus Holding who seemed to feel the same about her. He hadn’t declared his love in so many words as yet, but she didn’t think she could feel more loved if he shouted it from the rooftops.

  Even though he had his own key, they were not yet officially living together, and much of his time – way too much according to Pearl – was consumed with work and out-of-town business trips, but whenever he could get away he was with her. He took her to different parks to run and play on the playgrounds. They went rowing on the river, swimming, roller-skating, to the movies and anywhere else they could think to have fun. Whenever he could get away for the weekend, he drove her home to spend it with her parents, and Pearl was amazed anew each time at how easily he fit in and how comfortable everyone was together. He’d become good friends with her father, and together they spent hours wandering about the farm, discussing the inefficiencies of old-style farming in the light of modern problems such as hotter temperatures, decreasing water supplies and depleted soils. In the evening, though, he and Pearl walked in the moonlight, listening to the music of nature and kissing under a billion stars.

  In the city, he loved to take her shopping and buy her presents, but she was uncomfortable
about him spending too much money on her. He’d offered to buy her jewellery from Mon Addi but she’d begged him not to and he’d reluctantly agreed. “For the time being”, he’d said, tapping the side of his nose mysteriously.

  But knowing how much she loved “Shaun the Sheep”, he’d surprised her with Shaun, Shirley and Timmy stuffies, a T-shirt, hoodie, and cup, all with pictures, and even a “Shaun the Sheep” backpack. He loved to buy her clothes: miniskirts and short, girly dresses, and shoes with spots, sparkles, and pictures. She had a new onesie in her wardrobe, too, but the bunny one remained the only one with feet and a flap.

  She hadn’t worn it often. The second time was after she had stayed up late one evening watching a movie and had overslept the next morning. The most disappointing part, Marcus had told her, making her want to cry with shame was that she’d told him she was already in bed when he’d texted her to say ‘goodnight’ and that had been a lie. He’d also scolded her for being irresponsible, resulting in her being late for work. Marcie couldn’t punish her for that, so he’d included it in her spanking for lying to him and being disobedient.

  She’d stood next to him as he scolded her and tears of misery had rolled down her face. She hated hearing him say that she had disappointed him. Somehow, she thought, it would have been easier if he’d been cross with her instead.

  “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she’d told him. “I won’t ever do anything like that ever again. I promise.”

  He’d pursed his lips as he shook his head sadly. “I hope not, baby. You’re such a good girl. I can hardly believe you lied to me.”

  “I was very bad,” she’d cried. “I have never told you a lie before, honestly, Daddy.”

  “So, you think you deserve this spanking?”

  Pearl had clutched her teddy to her face and nodded miserably as a single tear slid down her face. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Give me your bottom then, naughty girl, so I can let the flap down and bare it for its spanking.”