by Lena Little
My depraved mind imagines those lips wrapped around my rod, licking up each side of my shaft before deepthroating me, or at least as much as she can. I imagine her gagging on my thick girth and my long inches, but staying in there like a trooper, doing everything she can to please Daddy.
Thoughts of hollowed out cheeks and covering the back of her throat with my warm gift, then watching her drink it down, explode in my brain…her hollowed out cheeks the sexiest visual my warped mind has ever conceived.
As she pops open the velvet box her eyes curiously take in what’s inside.
“What is it?” she says softly, admiring it, but also trying to figure out all that it means at the same time.
“It’s Jade, your birthstone, and also the color of your eyes. And the wrap is 6A long fiber mulberry silk, with a thickness of 22 momme made from non-toxic dyes.”
“Somebody in the room is a jeweler and it’s not me,” she giggles. “It’s amazing.” I wait for the discovery, and right on time, it comes. “Wait. It says something on the back.”
“It does?” I feign ignorance. “Why don’t you read it out loud so I know too.”
Slowly a smile creeps over her face and then her eyes rise to meet mine. “It says…Property of Jake Stone.”
“And along the bottom edge?”
She turns the jewel over in her palm and smiles even more. “My little Jewel.” She pauses. “Well, it’s nice to know you’re not giving these out to everyone in the street.”
“I”m not giving them out to everyone because you’re the only one,” I say. “Now quit being sassy and turn around,” I command, grabbing her hand and spinning her.
“Whoo!” She laughs. “Could you see my panties?”
“Exactly what I was looking for. And exactly what I want.”
“To see my panties?” she questions.
“To own them.”
“To…”
I extend four fingers on my other hand and move them in a come hither motion. “Hand them over, little girl. They’re mine now.”
“But they’re so pretty and fit me so perfectly.”
“And now that you’ve worn them they’re a work of art that I need hanging in our home.”
“Our home?” she swallows.
“That’s right.”
“Jake?”
“Your panties,” I persist, not giving her a second more to question me.
Placing her hand on my shoulder she balances herself as one high heel slowly rises and then another as she steps out of her panties and holds them out just above my open palm.
“Mine,” I growl, reminding her this isn’t up for discussion.
Her grip releases and the first thing I notice, despite their almost non-existent weight, is the cream that’s already covering them. “Maybe I won’t frame these. Maybe I’ll keep them in my drawer at work and sniff them every hour on the hour for the rest of my working life.”
“I’m not sure if that’s sick or the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Everything considered, and if you could read my mind, probably a bit of both. But let’s let tonight determine that.”
I slide her panties into my pocket, the second pair I now own. I’m not sure what’s come over me or if I have some other fetish I’m not aware of. In reality, it’s just that I want to be close to her, in all ways, always.
“Do I want to know what’s on your mind?”
“Whether you do or you don’t you will soon enough.” I pause. “The choker,” I request, extending my hand face-up yet again.
She freely places it in my palm and I move around behind her, preparing to lift her hair but she’s already a step ahead of me.
I fasten the choker and seal it with a kiss. “You’re not to take this off.”
“Why would I ever want to do that?”
“Atta girl.”
She responds to my smirk with one of her own. “Just one question?”
“You said one, so you get exactly one.”
“When did you make this? Yesterday?”
“The first time I ever laid eyes on you.”
11
Jake
We arrive at the restaurant where I made reservations and I’m already starving, but it has little to do with the food and everything to do with her. I need to eat because tonight’s going to be a long night, but what I really want is her laid out on a table in front of me so I can feast on every single inch of her flesh.
My cock was so hard on the ride over I could barely keep the Lambo on the road, and my conscious was kicking me, asking me why I hadn’t already buried my cock deep in-between her thighs and filled her with my seed until it was spilling from her.
Not only that, I did some more research into Jewel’s mom, and combined with her current living situation, I feel like I’ve really neglected my role as her Daddy. Living with her mom was bad enough, but struggling in her new apartment isn’t much better. I need to get her out of there and prove to her she’s priceless, and that she’ll never have to want for anything in the world for the rest of her days.
And right now I want this dinner we’re about to have to be over, fast. I’m about to explode and I need to get her to my place where I can drown her in orgasms.
Just knowing she trusts me like she does gives me so much damn confidence, more than I already had, which was probably too much to start with. And I’m going to make sure she’s confident in her knowledge that she’s mine always.
As we enter the restaurant, I catch the maître d' looking just a little too long at my angel. My head lunges at him, my teeth snapping and he quickly heads off to the backroom, his tail between his legs. Jewel notices but says nothing. If she thought I was possessive before tonight, just wait until she sees me after I claim her tonight. I knew it would be this way all along, which is why I gave her plenty of warnings, time to run far, far away from me. Although that would have been useless because we both know I would have tracked her to the ends of the earth to make her mine.
Thinking back about how long I took almost makes me laugh as much as it makes me angry. The depth of my need was so much I tried to stay away, but after seeing how she opened up like a flower for me in the supply room, now that I know she’s had a taste I can see in her eyes that she’s ready for the whole enchilada.
After we’re seated I excuse myself to go to the bathroom, where I spend a solid three or four minutes just running cold water over my face. I need to calm down, but nothing is helping.
“Everything okay?” she asks when I return to the table. “You’re not having second thoughts are you?”
“The only second thoughts I had was leaving you here at the table alone for one second, and I wish I hadn’t. I just needed to take care of something real quick.”
“I hope ‘take care of something’ that doesn’t mean that you…released what belongs inside me in the bathroom.” She palms my cock underneath the table and the fucker stands up so straight the tip is making contact with the underside of the wooden top. The only thing separating my crown and the solid oak is a couple layers of cotton, which is also the only thing separating her warm palm and my shaft. “I can’t even get my hand around it,” she says, and nonchalantly slides a second hand under the table and it quickly joins the first. “Oh my, God. I can just barely get both hands around. How is that going to fit—“
“Would you like to order drinks?” the waiter asks, and her hands start stroking me all over again.
I want to deck the waiter for interrupting my hand job, but at the same time, I want to shake his hand for getting this show on the road. The quicker we eat the quicker we get back to my place.
“Just water,” I say, ordering for both of us. The waiter nods and dismisses himself.
“You’re not going to have a glass of whiskey or something alcoholic?”
“Neither of us are little one. I want our senses at one hundred percent, not dulled by any substances. I want to take you in at full strength, and give you all of my strength
too.”
“But I read on the Internet that if you have some alcohol it might delay things, make my first time last a bit longer.”
“Angel,” I say, running my hand through her hair. “If I had my way I’d already be inside you. I don’t want to delay starting a family with you one more second, but we do need to eat first. Both of us, and that especially means you, because I play on throwing you around like a rag doll all…night…long.”
She says nothing.
“Do you understand what Daddy’s saying?”
She nods. “I wanted to tell you that I woke up screaming the word Daddy last night, and I was dreaming that you were already there throwing me around like I weigh nothing, taking me and having your way with me. Is that how things are going to be later tonight, Daddy?”
Her voice has changed, slipping into an innocent, or even naive, tone. And my cock has practically turned into a volcano, gurgling and ready to erupt at any second.
“Yes, little Jewel. That’s exactly how things are going to be. Daddy wants to go slow, but he knows that’s not going to be possible.”
“Does my dream make me a bad girl?” she asks, taking her hands out from underneath the table and propping her elbows on the table while her palms cup her face as she awaits my response with wide eyes.
“No, sweetheart. It makes you a good girl, a very good girl. Pleasing Daddy should always be on your mind, just as pleasing you and keeping you safe is always on Daddy’s mind.”
“I’m ready to go home then, Daddy. That’s what I want, to please you.”
I feel my Adam’s apple slide up and down my throat.
“Please,” she adds, and I about lose it.
“We need to eat first, princess,” I say, pulling her chair even closer to mine, so close I’m able to tuck her into my side while my other hand reaches for a knife, which I stab into the top of the table.
“Sir, are you ready to order?” the waiter asks as he pours our water, probably thinking I’m a cheapskate now for coming to a fancy restaurant in a Lambo and then drinking water. “Beef tartare, rare, and a kid’s meal. If you have a coloring book while we wait that’s even better.”
“Will another party be joining you tonight, sir? Will you be needing a high chair or a baby seat?”
Just as I’m about to lecture him two things happen. One, I realize his question is fair, and two, I see Jewel about to start pouting. I take her hand and her mood changes instantly. “No, just us,” I say calmly, proud of myself for keeping it together in public. I have to remind myself that correcting all of society for the rest of my life is only going to be a wasted effort, and all that energy is much better focused on what matters. Her.
“Certainly, sir,” he replies, and dismisses himself, quickly returning with the coloring book which more than pleases Jewel. She practically rips open the crayon box and gets to work on coloring a giraffe pink and a lion blue.
“Little Jewel, I need to tell you something, just so we’re clear.”
But she’s so engulfed in what she’s doing my words don’t even come close to registering. “Sweetheart,” I say, placing my hand along her exposed shoulder, causing my cock to jerk, and then gently sliding the back of my hand along her collar bone before lightly gripping the back of her neck. “I need you to listen to me right now, princess. It’s important.”
“I’m busy, Daddy.”
I take the coloring book from her and the crayon from her hand and move them to the side. She purses her lips and scrunches up her face. “This is serious. Listen,” I begin. “I know I can be demanding, very demanding. And I know my responsibility as your Daddy is to make decisions, most if not all of them. I have a very dominant personality, which is why I have a business without employees. I couldn’t imagine anyone working for me or me having to tell anyone something twice. It would drive me up a wall, or cause me to bang my head against my wooden desk.” I pause. “I need to make sure you’re always on board with everything that’s going on. You’ve experienced a lot in your eighteen years, and you’re absolutely self-sufficient and an adult. There are no questions about that. But…you’re also eighteen. Daddy has a lot to show you, in all ways, not just sexually, but you have to understand that you have just as much control about how and where this goes as I do. I need to make sure you’re okay with me doing all these things in public, such as what happened in the storage room. It wasn’t exactly in public, and it wouldn’t be because I’d never let anyone see what I saw back there, but it was close enough.” I pause again. “As what we have continues to grow you have to know that at any time…any time…you can just say ‘birthstone’ and Daddy will stop doing whatever he’s doing. It will be our little secret word, okay?”
She nods.
“I need to hear you say it, pumpkin. I need you to understand that you can say it anytime, anywhere, and anyplace you like and Daddy will stop doing whatever he’s doing in that moment. That even includes ordering your food for you if for some reason you don’t want me to do that. Understand?”
That pouty look turns into a smile and she leans into my arm, burying her head in my shoulder as she wraps both her arms around mine. “Yes, Daddy. I understand, and I know that I’m small and not very experienced and that’s part of the reason our relationship is so great. You’re big, strong, and experienced and what I lack you make up for. And the little that you lack, which makes you whole, I provide. It’s a perfect symbiotic relationship.”
My mouth drops open. “Where did you learn big words like that, little girl?”
She just giggles. “I love to read. I have a big imagination.”
“And Daddy has something big for you later.”
“I know, and that’s why I grabbed it under the table. I was tired of imagining it and wanted to see for myself. And Daddy is telling the truth. It is big.”
“Yes, we must both always be honest with each other. The truth is very important, which is why I took the time to make sure you understand that you can, and should, always be honest with me, especially if something is happening you don’t like.”
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you for caring about me.”
She kisses my arm, or more accurately the shirt that’s covering it, and at that moment the heights I was experiencing hit a new level. It’s at that time that something inside me changes, and for the first time in my life, I actually understand what love is. I love my little munchkin and although I already knew she meant the world to me, now that’s somehow amplified a billion times over.
I slide her coloring book and crayons back to her, watching her happily draw. And watching her being happy makes Daddy happy. And that’s what love’s all about.
“Look, Daddy. I drew two stars in the sky. One to watch over each of us.”
“You better draw a lot more,” I warn.
“Why?”
“For of all the children we’re going to have together.”
“Oh, Daddy,” she says, hugging my arm again, just as the waiter brings us our food.
All I can think about in this moment is mating her, making her my wife. Just the way she’s so innocent and trusting, and how I must never take that for granted and how I have to protect her from the world. She’s ripe for my seed and I want to hike up that dress I picked out for her and fuck her bare pussy right here and now. How I want to pull her panties out of my pocket and put them on my lap as if they’re a napkin, bringing them to my face after each bite just to take in her scent while I devour this plate of raw meat. My testosterone’s going to be so damn high my climax just might destroy her. I won’t allow it, but what I will allow is for those thick jets to coat her womb entirely, making her pregnant with our first child. Just as I’ve finally come to understand the meaning of love now I also finally understand what life is all about.
Children. Family. And keeping them safe, forever.
12
Jewel
I don’t remember ever eating food so fast, or so delicious, as the meal, we had at the restaurant. And the secon
d I take the last bite of the banana split, Jake is paying the check and literally carrying me out of the restaurant.
“I can walk. I’m too heavy to carry right now. So. Much. Food.”
“Light as a feather and I’m not wasting any more time. And those calories are going to get burnt off real quick, and if they don’t? Good. More protection for you when my body loses control and I thrust violently into you over and over and over again.”
He carefully sits me in the bucket seat that has my bottom feeling like it’s scraping the ground. After buckling me in he races over to his side of the car and seconds later we’re flying home like a bat out of hell. “Another reason not to drink. I’d never endanger you by being behind the wheel with an ounce of alcohol in me.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” I say, admiring the way he jerks the stick shift in the gearbox. Watching how he turns the car effortlessly around turns. Noticing that he speeds by police officers but they don’t pull him over. Does he really just command that much respect, even when people can’t see his face? Then again who drives a Lambo around in these parts, not to mention he’s probably made engagement rings, at a huge discount no less, for most of the influential people in town. No way would they ever bother him.
Although the car moves fast I feel completely safe and know he’s absolutely in control. When the vehicle you’re in is this low to the ground everything handles so incredibly well, but what I really want handled is this burning urge inside me to be filled completely. As we move up a windy hill, hugging the curves until we reach the top, I see a gate in sight with the initials ‘JS’ in the middle, in wrought iron no less.
“You live here?”
“We live here,” he corrects, and I let it slide.
“It’s up here alone. It must be so peaceful and relaxing.”
“I’m not alone anymore, little one. And tonight isn’t going to be about relaxing…at all.” He pauses. “But yes, this home is like a fort. You will always feel safe here because that’s exactly what it will be. You wan to run around naked in the rain? You can. No one will see you. You want to have playtime and tea parties in the back garden? You can talk to yourself or even your imaginary friends all day long. No one will hear you.”