Innocent Getaway (Innocence 2)

“Haley, do you like tempting other men who aren’t your Daddy with your kitty?” I feel my face flush at his words. I can’t believe he just said that. Daddy and I never hide what we are, but we also don’t flaunt it in public. We live the Daddy/little lifestyle twenty-four/seven at home, but we normally keep it to ourselves when we are out. We aren’t ashamed of it, but we get it makes people uncomfortable. At first I wasn’t sure if the lifestyle was something I wanted all the time, but anytime I wasn’t in Daddy/little play, I just didn’t feel like myself. I don’t even like calling it ‘play’, because that’s not what it is between us. I love being his little all the time. It’s just who I am.

“I’m sorry, Adam. Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” the man says, and I smirk, thinking he is going to get up and leave, but he only leans back in his chair.

As Daddy rises from his chair, he keeps his eyes locked on me. He unbuttons the top two buttons of his dress shirt, and then pulls it from his slacks.

“Oh shit,” I whisper, and then cringe, hoping he didn’t hear me curse.

Before I have time to try to scramble to my feet, Daddy has his hand closed around the back of my neck. I’m just glad he didn’t remove his belt, but he still could.

“Don’t fight me, little Haley, You’ll only make me grip you tighter. Trust Daddy, be a good little girl, and take what you were asking for.”

Before I can respond, my chest is pressed down on daddy’s desk. Reaching under my dress, he pulls my panties down to mid-thigh, and then flips my dress up, giving him enough room to do what he wants but still have me hidden from the other man. “You wanted to show everyone Daddy’s kitty, didn’t you? You were begging for attention. Now you’ve got it.”

Stinging slaps splash across my bottom, making me yelp before I can respond to his words.

“Hush, little one.” I feel Daddy’s hand rub over the burning spots. Then I hear the other man in the room shuffle in his chair. For a moment I completely forgot he was here. I’ve never been exposed to anyone other than Daddy like this before. The other man may not be able to see my ass, but Daddy has never done anything like this in front of someone else. Maybe it’s because this man has a little too. Excitement courses through me. Part of me loves the attention. I always love attention, but another part of me is thankful I’m not facing the other man. I’m sure I would die of embarrassment if I was. All my focus is on Daddy, like it always is, and I can’t even tell you what the other man looks like.

“She’s feisty.”

“Yeah, and she ate too much damn sugar. I bet an orgasm would make her crash, and a nap might do her some good. Then we can finish our meeting.”

“Hey—” I start to protest at being talked about like I’m not here, but another smack lands on my bottom.

“I would recommend you keep quiet, little one, or I won’t give you that orgasm. You want Daddy to touch your pussy or not? I can already see your cream coating your thighs. You’re a dirty little girl today, aren’t you?”

I moan at his words, rubbing my legs together, trying to get friction on my clit to relieve some of the building pressure.

“She is a stubborn little thing, isn’t she?”

Daddy slips one hand between my legs, cupping my pussy and halting my movements so I can’t find any relief. One of his fingers starts to rub back and forth on my clit, and pleasure floods my senses.

“She’s been extra stubborn these past few months and something is going to have to give.” William says, still stroking my clit back and forth. “She’s been pouting about me shutting down her cake pop business.”

“These?” I hear the other man say. Then I hear the familiar rustle of plastic packing being torn. “Damn, that’s delicious.”

“Yes, they are, and you just ate the last one. I was saving it for a snack.”

“I’m sure you can find yourself something else to snack on.”

“Hmm. I like your way of thinking. I do have a sweet little snack right here.”

“Please, Daddy.”

Excitement buzzes through me, and I can’t tell if it’s from embarrassment, anticipation, or the idea of Daddy eating me in front of someone else.

“That sweet little ‘please’ was so polite, Haley. Manners will get you what you want.”

Suddenly, I feel his tongue on me. His whole face is buried between my legs from behind, my chest still pressed down on the desk.

Daddy grabs both of my thighs, pulling them wider apart for him. He lifts me so my ass bows off the desk, causing me to stand on my tip toes. For a minute I’m afraid my Mary Janes shoes will make me slip, but Daddy’s grip is so tight I’m not going anywhere.

His tongue strokes around my tender clit, teasing it, making it harder as it begs for more attention. His tongue applies firm pressure to my soft slick tissue as he circles back forth. His strokes grow faster and harder, and I just need a little more. I try to push back and plant myself on his face, but Daddy’s grip won’t allow it.

I scream out in frustration when his mouth suddenly pulls away from my greedy kitty.

“You’re going to cum for me, Haley. Hard. And when you do, I want you to remember whose sweet little cunt this is. It might be between your legs, but it’s mine. You remember that the next time you think about showing it to someone else to get my attention.”

If I wasn’t so close to cumming, I’d have told him that it worked. But I knew that would only end with me in the corner and no orgasm, so I lock my lips together and fight the urge to sass him.