Daddy's Little Secret

by Rose Marie

  “But she…” Amber tries to argue, but I cut her off.

  “DID HER FUCKING JOB! IT’S CALLED PERSONAL. FUCKING. ASSISTANT. THAT MEANS SHE ASSISTS ME WITH PERSONAL THINGS, BE IT MY DRY CLEANING, MY APPOINTMENT SCHEDULING, BRINGING ME A FUCKING MEAL, ORDERING YOU FLOWERS FOR YOUR DAMN BIRTHDAY, OR PICKING OUT THAT PERFECT DIAMOND NECKLACE I BOUGHT YOU LAST WEEK. THAT’S WHAT THE FUCK HER JOB IS!” I say fuming.

  “Josh I-I-I….“ she stammers.

  “Josh I-I-I my ass! Clean this shit up! I'm going to see if I can find her and apologize for my fiancé’s not WIFE’S, stupid mistreatment.” I say walking out the door and slamming it. When I get downstairs to the lobby, I ask the desk clerk if he saw Layla, he quickly points me in her direction, and I run like a bat straight out of hell. I search the visitor parking lot for her car and thankfully spot it in the back where the lighting is going out, and there are no other cars around. When I walk up, I find her inside crying, and my heart shatters into a million pieces. I tap the window, startling her and making her look up. She wiped her tears first, then she rolls down the window and I just want to fall to my fucking knees.

  “I don't want to talk to you like this. Get out and let me hold you Princess.” I tell her grabbing her hand and opening the door. I'm not even surprised when she does as I ask. She's always done so. Stepping out I just hold out my arms out and she crashes into me, allowing me to hold her tightly for the first time in ten years.

  “I'm so sorry Princess. I'm so fucking sorry. It’s all my fault, you can blame me for everything. I take full responsibility for my troublesome actions.” I whisper in her ear. She just cries holding me tightly and God I just wanted to make the tears go away.

  “Sh-she wasted my food, Daddy. I don't like her.” She said in the sweet baby voice I used to love, and my body starts buzzing instantly.

  “I know Princess,” I tell her, kissing the top of her head. “I’m so sorry.” I tell her over and over until she dries her tears and pulls from my embrace making me want to pull her back.

  “I'm going to go.” She says still in that baby voice that I love.

  “Why?”

  “Because I’ve said enough. This was all a mistake anyway. There’s no why this could have worked out with all the bad history you and I have between us. Let’s just call it quits while we are ahead.” She opens the car door, but I slam it shut and pull her back into my arms before taking hostage of her lips.

  “You aren’t going anywhere!” I pick her up, slam her against her car, and rip her leggings while pulling my cock from my sweatpants. I waste zero time shoving inside of her, and Lord Almighty, it was like a drink of water after being thirsty in a dessert for ten years. “Oh shit, yes.” we exclaim at the same time. I pray no one is looking, because I don't want a ticket for public or indecent exposure, but I have to have her right fucking now! I literally could not wait.

  I fuck her with hard, deep strokes, as I squeeze her ass hard. “You like that Princess? Huh baby? You like when Daddy fucks you hard like this right?”

  “Yes sir! Yes sir, Daddy! I love it!” Her moans were loud and greedy and it doesn't take long for her walls to start quivering and her juices to start gushing from her tight cunt.

  “Fuck, Princess! Daddy's about to cum… are you on the pill?” I moan out just coherent enough to ask that important question.

  “The shot Daddy, the shot. Fuck! Bust in me please I want it!” That was enough for me. I felt my nuts tighten and seconds later I blow rope after rope of hot cum into her, making her shake with another orgasm.

  “That's it Princess. Take Daddy's cum up that tight little cunt. Oh fuck, you’re squeezing me tight,” I hum out, feeling empty for the first time in ten years. She yawns and I inwardly groan. Fuck! I forgot she falls asleep after sex. Guess some things don’t change huh?

  “Princess, are you sleepy?” I ask her, rubbing her back.

  “Yes Daddy.”

  “Do you want Daddy to get you a hotel tonight so you don't have to drive? There's one next door. Your car will be fine here.” She simply nods and shifts, making my dick slip from her and my cum slip from her soaked hole. “Ok Princess, Daddy’s got you.” I kiss her lips gently.

  When I put her down to check the damage I’d done to her clothes, I'm glad to see that her off the shoulder shirt is long enough to cover past her ass. We walk to the hotel and I make sure she gets the best room for the night and ask for two keycards. Once we get inside the room, I start kissing her as I lay her down and strip her. Going to my knees I groan at the sight of her sweet glistening core. It's been so fucking long. Swiping my tongue over her sticky center that’s coated in my cum, I revel in the sweetness of her cunt. I'd only had the pleasure a few times in the past to clean myself from her but it always made me feel the same thing: Hot!

  After slurping her up and making her cum again, I stand up, loving that I smell like her. She, of course, was passed out but I'd be back by the end of the night so I should probably let her get her rest now. Regrettably, I go to the sink and wash our cum away and afterwards, I walk out back to my apartment where Amber is waiting for me. When I walk in, she tries to speak to me but I quickly bypass her and head to the shower. After taking a quick shower, I put on some pajama pants and take my clothes to the washer to start a cycle. When Amber comes into the room, she's tear-stricken and messy.

  “Josh, I wanted to say I'm sorry for the way I behaved. It wasn't fitting of a woman in my position, and I’m sorry for putting you in a position to have to save face with your employee.” She sniffles out.

  I wasn't even mad anymore. Honestly, if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have gotten my Princess back, so in hindsight I should thank her.

  “It's okay. Just go to sleep.” I tell her. She nods and comes to bed. After an hour, I hear her even breathing signaling she's fully asleep.

  Hopping out of bed, I slip on my house shoes, and hit the door. Here comes Daddy, Princess! Time to wake up!

  Flashback Three

  Princess: I can't believe you bought me an iPhone.

  Daddy: What's so hard to believe? Daddy has to take care of his Princess!

  Princess: Haha! You’re really taking this Daddy thing seriously huh? Are you sure this is what you want?

  Daddy: How can I not? I've come to your rescue twice already, three times if you count the phone. I like the thought of a relationship like this. What about you? Do you like the thought of being my Princess?

  My heart was beating erratically as I wait for her answer. She held the key to giving me one of the things I wanted most, and that’s control. I don’t know what it is about her, but something told me that she could give me what I needed.

  Princess: What do I have to do? I’m not with no slave play stuff.

  Laughing, I send her a link of what I want, praying she wasn’t around anyone when she opened the link. For a solid twenty minutes I got no response and thought she cut me off, until I her message came, sending explosives to my brain, heart, and dick.

  Princess: I think…

  Princess: I think I wouldn’t mind being your Princess after all.

  Looking at her text message, I'm stunned. She agreed? Even without the money? Even with the shitty none-expensive dates I'd taken her on? I took her out twice, once to the movies and the other out to eat at D’s Diner. Though both were on her side of town and I spent no more than fifty dollars, Layla acted like they were the best dates in the world, especially when I gave her the iPhone.

  On our second date, I took her to a nice park in her area, got on one knee and pulled out the all-white iPhone which made her squeal with happiness. When she hugged me and called me Daddy, I remember tingles running up my spine and feeling weird that she didn’t know what she was doing to me. Hell, I felt weird being only seventeen and having a creepy ass kink. What normal guy my age got off to being called Daddy? It was weird, but from the moment she called me that I was hard and hooked.

  Daddy: So that means you’re mine officially now, right? Now
no other guys can have you?

  Princess: I never claimed to be a virgin, but I’m no ho either. The night of the storm was a huge mistake and one I regret immensely. I’m not about that life but… I don’t mind trying this out with you to see where it goes. I’ve always wanted to be a Princess, so you take care of me well ok, Daddy?

  God, just reading her text got me hot. Layla is one of a kind and I really wanted to explore this new found ‘love’ with her some more.

  Daddy: Ok, then let’s see where this goes. Let’s start out with no guys in the phone. Can you do that?

  Princess: Ok Daddy. I promise.

  I slide the phone into my pocket, giddy that she’s actually willing do this with me. The power and the control I feel is a first for me. I’ve never had a girl submit to my wants the way Layla does. It’s always been about what I could give them. This is awesome!

  “Joshua, can I come over to study tonight?” I was sitting in class next to my childhood friend Amber who’s always had a crush on me. She’s clingy and annoying, always wanting to be with me, but she just wasn’t my type. Our parents wanted us to get together so bad, but after my new-found discovery about myself, her chances went from a 5% to a -1%.

  “I can't Amber. I have plans with my dad tonight,” I lie. Tonight, I was taking Layla out on our third date and it was a surprise. A real surprise.

  “Oh well, maybe I can come over this weekend?” Tsk, I wish she’d just stop already.

  “Sure, that’ll be cool.” She lit up like she’d just won the Kentucky Derby or something and I could only inwardly roll my eyes while smiling in her face. After school I hung out with my friends for a bit then headed home to change. I got my buddy, Aaron, to cover for me, so I was free and clear to go out without having to sneak out like I had to for the other two dates. Maybe I’ll ask my dad to switch bedrooms? The one in front of the house is a bit smaller but it has easier access to the ground floor. I’ll be able to sneak out more affectively like that. I’m sure I can pay Tom something to get him to help me out and not report It to mom and dad. Yeah, I’ll do that.

  Once I get to Layla’s house, I park out front where three guys were hanging out. They looked at me suspiciously and I can’t lie and say I wasn’t a teeny bit scared. Every time I came over, they watched me with eyes that told me If I did something they didn’t like. I’d be dead.

  “Aye cuz! You lost or somethin’ white boy?” A guy with dreads yelled out to me, making me jump.

  “N-No I-I’m just waiting on my girlfriend.”

  “Chill Dro’ he cool people. He’s waiting on lil’ Layla to come down.” His friend next to him elbowed him nodding his head to me. “What’s ya name?” I do something I never thought I’d do. I get out my car and walk up to them holding my hand out in greeting. Gotta start somewhere. I don’t want to get beat up for being disrespectful.

  “My name is Josh. I’m Layla’s boyfriend. Nice to meet you.” The one who defended me took my hand first shaking it with an unsurprising strong grip.

  “Name’s Sean. This here dread head is Dro and this guy is my cousin Trey.” The other two gave me a handshake that was just as firm and strong as Sean’s.

  “It’s nice to meet you all.”

  “So how you get Layla to be your girl? Dro ol’ punk ass been trying to get with her for a while now.” I cut my eyes over to Dro who was watching me with a look of distrust.

  “We kinda just made it official today. Layla is a cool girl and she makes me want to spoil her.”

  “Tsk, so you got her with money? I got money.” He pulled out a stack of bills in a rubber band and my mouth popped open and my eyes went wide. They can carry that amount of money on them without being scared? I shake my head holding up my hands.

  “No, not with money. I was just nice to her and we talked and clicked. Like I said she’s a cool girl and I genuinely want to get to know her better.” Trey smirked then threw a play jab in my arm. It hurt but I wasn’t going to tell him that.

  “You seem legit white boy. Keep an eye on our Layla for us.” Nodding I see Dro roll his eyes but hold his fist up. At first I thought he was going to punch me, but when he kept it in the air as if waiting I hold mine up. When he brought his down on mine, I feel a part of their crew officially.

  “You make her cry and that’s your ass white boy.” Nodding quickly, I go silent and thank God when Layla came down looking beautiful as ever in the outfit I bought her for tonight. When I walked up to her, I took her in my arms and held her tightly kissing her nose.

  “You look beautiful, Princess.”

  “Thank you.” She smiled sheepishly and I just wanted to pull her back to me. Waving to the guys I’d just met, I help my Princess into the car then drive off to our date. It took me a little while to get there, because this was out of the way. When we get to our destination, I help her out and let her look around.

  “What's all this? I thought we were going to a movie?” I grabbed her hand and pulled her to our destination.

  “Come on and let me show you.” When we stepped past the gate and into the garden, she gasped, holding her hands up to her mouth.

  “Oh my! It’s so beautiful. What kind of flowers are these?”

  “They are called moon flowers. They only bloom at night,” I tell her, coming up behind her. My Uncle Henry let me use his flower garden while he was out of town so this is week. I told him that I had a girl I wanted to impress, and he gave me the tools to do exactly that.

  “They’re beautiful.”

  “Not as beautiful as you Princess.” I squeezed her from behind. We walked the garden for a bit only stopping to answer any questions she had. We traveled through a maze until we got to the center where there was a blanket and picnic basket.

  “Oh! Is this for us?”

  “Who else could it be for? We have the whole place to ourselves. C’mere.” I pull her over to the blanket and set her down on my lap. It was so comfortable. Uncle Henry thought of everything, even had a four-inch-thick memory foam mattress top under us to be comfortable.

  “What’s all this for Daddy?” There goes my dick, my heart rate, and my teenage hormones.

  “This… this is me telling you that I love you.” I turned towards her, picked up her hand, and kissed it. “Princess, today you said something that shocked me. You told me you you’d do something that you’ve probably never heard of. You yielded your control over yourself to me and that’s something I’m sure you didn’t do freely. I was scared to ask you to do this, afraid you’d say no, but instead you said yes and gave me something no one else can give me. And for that I want you to know, my beautiful Princess, I love you.”

  I knew she'd be happy to hear me say it but not this damn happy. She crashed into me as soon as the words left my lips and kissed me, this time doing something I wasn’t expecting… adding tongue. When she slipped it into my mouth and massaged it with mine, my dick hardened so much it was painful. Pulling away, she kissed me one more time.

  “I love you too, Daddy.” Note to self: ask Dad or Uncle Henry if it’s normal for you to feel like you’re dying when you’re extremely happy. I wanted to say something, but she smothered whatever I was going to say by continuously kissing me slowly, more passionately. Naughty and dangerous. Then I pulled away from her.

  “Relax Princess, I didn't bring you here to fuck you. I just wanted to do something special for my girl.”

  “Oh, I'm your girl too?” She asked raising a brow with a smirk.

  “Yeah, you’re my girl. Daddy’s little Princess,” I tell her seriously, making her burst out laughing and snuggle up to me.

  “OK then Daddy. What you got for me?” She smiled and looked me over. I took out the food that my uncle prepared for us and we enjoyed everything, even the wine with low alcohol content. It was delicious and feeding her was an experience. I swear everything thing Layla did was erotic. As she polished off the last of her wine she looked up at me with heavy lidded eyes then licked her lips. “Hey Daddy?”

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sp; “Yes Princess?”

  “You know. I’m extremely happy right now huh?” I couldn’t help but beam at that. That’s what I wanted. I wanted her happiness more than anything.

  “Really? I’m glad.” She smile then leaned over to me licking my lips.

  “Can I make you happy too?” Confused I frown until it dawned on me what she meant.

  “No, Princess you don’t have to do that. I told you. That's not what we’re here for.”

  “I know and I don't care. I want to do this. Please Daddy, please, let your princess take care of what’s been poking her in the back since she sat down.” She poked her cute little lip out and I about pass out from her cuteness. How can I resist her when she does that?

  “Fine, Princess. You want it? It’s yours then.” I laid back placing my hands behind my head allowing her to take charge. I heard her unzip my pants and then I lifted up to allow her to pull them down with my briefs. When her little hands start stroking my cock, I groan. Shit, this feels better than usual. When she doesn’t progress to sucking I sit up to see why, only to have her smirk at me and kiss the tip like I’d done exactly what she wanted.

  “Do I have permission to please you Daddy?” My mouth dropped open and my dick jumped, spurting out a drop of pre-nut which she sexily licked it up. Mom, Dad thank you for bringing me into this world, but today I’m going to die a happy man. Nodding I speak breathlessly.

  “Go ahead Princess. Put that hot little mouth on Daddy.” She smirked one last time and like a panther attacked me, but my God! She didn't just put her mouth on it, she swallowed me whole! I swear she sucked the soul from me. It was so good I started trembling and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

  I knew she had some experience but not this much! This wasn't just me getting my dick sucked… no, this was me getting a piece of heaven. Good God, how’s she so nasty with it? My whole lower half is a sloppy mess, but I loved every nasty fucking second.

  “Oh shit… oh shit… oh shit Princess! Suck Daddy's cock baby! Fuck yea! Get it nice and wet, Princess!” My toes curled up tight when she slurped me up then spit on it! That was in the porno I sent her! Shit I’m not going to last! Fuck I’m gonna cum! “You want Daddy to cum into that nasty little mouth of yours Princess? Huh? Oh, shit yea. Here it comes Layla… shit, Princess, I love you.” I sit up on my knees and she bends down opening her mouth. “Open up all the way, stick out your tongue and be Daddy's nasty little bitch.” I grunt, pumping as I fought to keep my eyes open so I could witness everything. When she does exactly as I tell her, looking into my eyes, I seize up and splash globs of cum directly into her open mouth. When I was done shooting, she sucked the rest from me then cleaned up her mess slurping it up. When she was done I just laid there, trying to recuperate and catch my breath. I'd NEVER in my life felt like a bitch nor a one-minute man, but my Princess owned the fuck out of me tonight.