by Mary Hope
“Oh sweetheart,” daddy’s eyes were so filled with worry and concern as he looked at her. “Where does it hurt sweetie?” he said. “Tell daddy where it hurts.”
Nina slid her hands to the flesh between her legs. The pain was inside, like an itch buried deep beneath the skin that she couldn’t scratch even if she wanted to.
She needed daddy to take care of her.
Only he could do it. Only his body could make her feel better and she begged him for it.
“Here daddy,” she ran her hand over her aching, swollen lips, “please make it better… I need it daddy.”
Daddy quickly took his shirt off, then began to unbuckle his belt. He slid it out of the loops and threw it onto the floor. He unbuttoned his pants, and brought himself above her. He held his weight up so that he didn’t crush her.
Nina spread her legs for him as wide and accepting as she could. She wanted to make it as easy as possible for daddy to help make her feel better.
“Oh Nina girl,” he crooned into her ear, “daddy’s here.” He held his heavy thickness in his hand and guided it to her throbbing lips.
They were so swollen with need that daddy had to push his way in between her so that he could even get inside.
He shuddered above her at the feel of her skin on his.
Nina grabbed his shoulders, holding herself up as he slowly entered her. She thought the pain would lessen, but as daddy pushed the head in, it only exacerbated her need.
“Daddy,” she began to cry. Tears streamed down her face.
He kissed each of them as they slid down her cheeks, and slid his body into hers completely. Daddy pushed deeply into her, and he held himself there with all his strength, pinning her to the bed. Nina wouldn’t have been able to get away even if she’d wanted to.
But she didn’t want to get away. She held her legs open, allowing him to pin her as hard as he wanted.
“Daddy,” she cried into his shoulder. She held onto him as he held onto her hip.
And for the longest time, he just held her there. As though his own body was a pacifier for her soul and he intended to give it to her for comfort.
“Does that feel better?” he asked between heaving breath. “Talk to me sweetie, tell me what you’re feeling—”
“It still hurts,” Nina whimpered, and she pressed her nails into his back hard enough that daddy growled. But she knew that she was not in trouble; daddy responded to her need.
“Oh honey,” he said, and he pushed himself into her so far that it stretched her womb.
But it still hurt and all Nina could do was cry. She angled her hips under daddy so that he could fill her with no resistance. She could feel his wide shaft rubbing the skin against the plug still deep in her rectum. The connection between then, shielded only by the thin skin between both her openings, sent something like electricity through her.
“Daddy!” she squealed.
“Tell daddy what you need,” he demanded, holding her insides back like a dam that might break except for the force of his own shaft. “Tell me baby.”
“I want… I want... “ but Nina didn’t know how to say what she wanted. She cried and whimpered and hoped that daddy would know for her. She held onto his shoulders desperately, as though she were in deep water and may drown without his support, as though she held on for her very life. And all she could do was plead.
“Oh honey… tell daddy why it’s hurting!”
His voice was filled with so much concern when he asked her. He brought both of his hands to her hips, gripping her as though she were a stern in an out of control ship, desperate to correct its course.
He pulled himself from her so that only the tip was inside of her, then plunged himself deeply into her again.
Nina wailed, nodding her head yes as the tears continued to run down her cheeks.
Daddy understood what she needed then. Nina knew this because he pulled himself from her and plunged inside of her. Each time the movement was faster, harder. And daddy made a rhythm, carving a groove inside of her with his own body.
Over and over, he plunged inside of her, hitting the end of her womb and deepening the groove he worked hard to make.
Nina could feel the electricity throughout her body and suddenly—
Lighting cracked the roof above them. The sound was so close that the thunder followed immediately, shaking the walls around them. Picture frames rattled on the walls and the sound seemed to crush her ears with a deafening cadence.
It didn’t stop daddy at all. He gripped down on her hips harder, pinning her to the bed as he formed her to accommodate his own body perfectly.
And Nina realized she didn’t want daddy to stop.
She’d jumped when the lighting came, but it passed amid the bigger storm which raged above her. Amid the storm that was daddy.
And Nina was surprised that she felt okay. That it had passed and she did not care.
Instead she only cared about that moment between her and her daddy, and the moment they were making together.
Daddy was claiming her, owning her with his own body and something inside Nina felt redeemed.
The storm couldn’t own her if daddy owned her instead.
“Daddy,” she squealed, and she found that daddy had loosened her body so that she could spread her legs even further than before. She was unraveling at the seams, and she held onto the bed post as daddy undid her. All she could do was hold on for the true storm that raged above her.
But daddy didn’t respond this time as he continued to dominate her insides.
Nina felt herself close to climax, and she began to wail to her daddy. Her entrance clenched around his shaft, pulsing and biting down on him like a vice-grip. She let out a cry, and squealed as her body released its want and pain.
Daddy didn’t let up, and the tighter she clenched around him, the more vigorously he pulled and pushed past her grasp.
“Oh honey,” he said in a throaty growl, “daddy’s coming too.”
But Nina had closed her eyes, wincing and riding out the wonderful pain of her own climax.
She was just coming down from it all when daddy pushed inside of her the final time, stretching her beyond recognition and filling her with his warm seed.
Daddy’s excitement inside of her made her feel so warm, so comforted and safe. She could feel the bursts of warmth inside of her, running down everything and filling her completely.
Nina had hardly noticed the lighting and thunder which raged above them. She wrapped her arms around daddy as they both quivered and shook in their total oneness. Beneath the sheets and sweat and the heaving breath Nina didn’t know where she ended and daddy began anymore. They had joined themselves, shared themselves, and holding onto him felt as though she held onto herself to.
She knew she was safe in the storm. No matter what happened, she would be okay, because daddy would be okay.
The storm couldn’t reach her anymore. Daddy was there. He really, really was, and Nina knew it deep down in her heart because daddy had reached her there.
And even though she didn’t hurt with want and hunger anymore, Nina began to cry again. This time she did it silently, hoping that daddy would not notice.
But he did.
“SWEETIE WHAT IS IT?” Blake brought his hands to his little girl’s wet face.
He thought he had pleased her, taken care of her and did his best to give her what she needed. But now seeing more tears run down her beautiful brown skin, he wasn’t so sure.
He wiped the tears away with his thumbs, but each time more appeared. He felt helpless in that moment and he kissed her forehead. He was still deep inside of her body when he said, “Nina girl, please tell daddy what’s wrong. Did I hurt you?”
“No!’ she said suddenly. “No, it’s just…”
“What? Tell me honey, please,” he said, and he began to pull himself out of her gently.
“No!” Nina said again, and she grabbed hold of him so he did not leave her body.
; “I don’t understand what you want, honey,” Blake said, “tell daddy so he can make it right.”
“But you did make it right, don’t you see?” she said, looking up into his eyes this time. Her eyes were so brown and big and beautiful. The almond curve at the ends made her lashes curl up delicately.
Blake was so grateful for this little girl. She was so precious to him and all he wanted to do was make her happy and give her a good life. “Tell daddy what you mean, sweetheart,” he said. He pressed his lips to her ebony cheek, and he swore he could taste something like honey, a sweet evervescence that was just naturally Nina’s.
“I… I hardly noticed the storm as it passed. Did you?”
“I did,” he said, “but I hoped that you wouldn’t. I didn’t want you to be afraid anymore.”
“And I wasn’t, daddy,” she looked up into his eyes with that innocence she exuded, “I…”
“What is it Nina. Tell daddy,” he said. He put his lips to hers for a moment, and she kissed him back with such a sweet hesitance that it threatened to make him hard all over again.
“I can feel that daddy!” she giggled, wriggling underneath him.
“You do that to me, honey,” he said, “now go on… tell daddy.”
“When you were inside me like that, holding me down and filling my body with yours… something happened, I… I did notice the storm, yes. But, suddenly I knew that it didn’t own me. That I didn’t belong to it. Because I belong to you daddy. It couldn’t get me because I belong to you daddy… does… that make sense?”
Blake smiled from ear to ear. His sweet Nina was so pure and unassuming that she didn’t have the slightest clue what she did to him.
To hear those words made him so happy.
Knowing that his little girl was no longer afraid of the storms, and it was all because she really, truly understood that she was his, that she belonged to him and no one else—not even a storm—made his heart warm.
“Yes, my little Nina,” he put his lips to hers again, “it makes perfect sense. Daddy understands what you’re saying.”
This pleased his little girl, and she let her lips spread to his demands. He explored her full lips again as though he never had, and he knew that he would always feel that way about her.
She would always be new, a land to discover and yet somehow familiar, like a comfort he would never give up so long as he lived.
“Oh Nina,” he said, and he gently rocked himself back and forth. He couldn’t help it. He wanted her again.
“Daddy, it…”
But he dipped his tongue into her warm, sweet mouth again and tasted her as he rocked inside of her body.
“Daddy,” she whimpered.
She held onto his shoulders lightly this time, keeping her legs open for him obediently, letting him enter her as he pleased. “Nina…” he said between kissing her deeply. He couldn’t help himself. She was so sweet and he needed her.
He knew that Nina was too tired and exhausted to climax again, but she was such a good girl and she held herself open to him anyway, letting daddy please himself with her body. He pushed into her as he came inside of her for a second time, this time softer than before.
She was so full of his seed that he could feel it gushing from the edges of where their skin met.
He pulled himself gently from her body then, and laid beside her.
Her eyes were still full of tears when she turned toward him.
“I love you daddy,” she whimpered.
Blake wrapped his arm protectively around his little girl, and held her to him so that she was close by and he could still see her beautiful face.
“I love you too, Nina.”
Those five small words brought more tears to his little’s face. He kissed her forehead and let them roll down her face. He didn’t mind that she cried at his words. It felt good to know that his heart meant so much to her.
Because it was hers.
“UM, DADDY?.”
“Yes sweetie?”
Nina didn’t want the moment between them to ever end.
But she had to go. Badly.
“I’ve got to go potty now.”
The vigorous treatment of daddy’s body inside of her had loosened her insides, and she had to make a movement. She was relieved that she was not embarrassed to tell her daddy that she had to go, and she realized that they had reached a new level of trust.
Daddy was so good to her. He lifted his arm and sat up, taking her into his arms. “Good girl, sweetheart. Daddy’s so proud of you.”
He lifted her from the bed, and this time she did not straddle him. He took her knees together, and carried her into the bathroom.
Once inside, he sat her down on the toilet.
“Daddy,” Nina felt a small pang of worry, “I don’t think I can hold it.”
“Shh,” daddy soothed her. He knelt down in front of her. “Now listen to daddy. I’m going to gently take the plug out and—”
“And what if I go on your hand?” Nina said, and she put her arms around his shoulders as she’d done in daddy’s bed.
Daddy laughed and something about it disarmed her. “I’m your daddy, sweetheart. There’s nothing I won’t do for you.”
Nina bit her lower lip, and watched his face keenly for guidance and direction.
“Now, I’m going to pull the plug out gently so that I do not hurt you,” he instructed, “and you just let your body do whatever is natural, understood? You let daddy worry about the rest.”
“Yes, daddy, understood.”
He kissed her forehead, then leaned behind her as she held his shoulders.
Daddy gently pulled at the plug, and it loosened in his hand, then popped out easily from the internal push inside Nina’s body.
As soon as the plug gave way in daddy’s hand, Nina’s bowel released, and she messed inside the toilet quickly.
She had her head on his shoulder, and held him for support as her body emptied itself of the yucky stuff inside of her.
And daddy just held her, gently rubbing her lower back as though to ease her movement. He patted her and crooned to her.
If Nina had any tears left to cry, they would have run down her face in that moment.
She had never felt so loved, so accepted and taken care of in her entire life. By anyone. Not even herself.
The love and protection she felt emanating from her daddy’s body was overwhelming, and it made her toes curl and her legs instinctively want to wrap around him even as she had her movement.
“Are you all done?” he asked her gently, patiently.
“Almost daddy.”
And when she was finished, with her legs still around him, he reached to the cabinet under the bathroom sink. He pulled out a lavender box of supplies and sat them on the floor. He took out several fresh wipes, and coaxed Nina forward on the toilet.
He wiped her clean, making sure that he didn’t miss anything.
When he was done, he put the wipes in the toilet and flushed it all down.
“Alright, sweetie,” he said, and he picked her up off the seat. He took her downstairs, and laid her again on the changing table.
Daddy was being so careful with her and he cleaned her again just to be safe. Then he sprinkled baby powder onto her sex. He lifted her bum onto the back of the diaper, then lifted the front and fastened it tightly on either side of her hips.
When he was done he scooped her up from the table and held her in his arms. He carried her to her playpen, and sat her inside.
“Where are you going daddy?”
“Not far, honey,” he assured her. He picked up as many of the bags as he could off the floor, and brought them inside the playpen.
Nina wondered if he would leave, but he did not.
Instead he sat down beside her, and slid one of the bags towards them. Inside were three colorful books. He handed them to Nina as he smiled.
She gushed, and took gifts daddy gave her.
“This playpen is awfully empty,” he
said, looking around disapprovingly, “let’s go through these bags together, and fill it up. What do you say?”
“Yea!” Nina said excitedly.
Over the next hour, they emptied each of the bags, and each time daddy wadded the bag and threw it out of the playpen in such a silly way that Nina couldn’t help but giggle.
When they were done, Nina’s playpen was chock full of stuffed animals, soft blankets and pillows, books and coloring books, toys and gadgets that lit up and made noise and sang, and even a small dollhouse to set in the corner.
Nina was smiling from ear to ear and she hugged her daddy. “You’re so good to me, daddy.”
“You deserve it, my sweet Nina. You deserve the world and daddy aims to give it to you.”
“But I want you more than anything in the world daddy.”
“And you have me,” he said. “Forever.”
Forever was a long time.
And when she told daddy, he said that they should get married so they could be ready for forever.
Nina gasped. “Really?”
Daddy kissed her forehead. “Really.”
And they spent the rest of the evening planning their trip into the city so that Nina could move her things in her old apartment and bring them to daddy’s. And daddy said that the other daddy’s in Littletown would gladly help them, and that they would live a happy life there in the community. And when they were done planning, the daddy played with Nina, but mostly he just watched her. He enjoyed watching her enjoy the things he bought her. And when she was tired, he brought a warm bottle to her, and read her a bedtime story so that she could sleep.
And when Nina woke up in the middle of the night, to the stillness of the night once the storm had passed, she found that her daddy had not left her, but had fallen asleep beside her in the playpen.
She put her hand over her mouth as she giggled. She did not want to wake him, but she saw that while he’d give her two pillows, his own head was angled to the floor uncomfortably with no support.
Nina took one of her own pink pillows, and softly nudged it under daddy’s head. He was so tired that he did not wake up.
And Nina pulled the covers up to her chin, and pulled daddy’s arm over her little body.